Haiku: Infinity 


It’s been a long day 

Moving in circles, taming the intangible time 

Which slips from my fingers. 

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Inner Self 


I went in search of myself, tumbled across the story 

One more time, the ugly duckling 

The face of utter despair, the moment of disdain

I hold this image dear, for its a reflection  of inner Self 

I have fought and I have found 

Some value to my existence 

And yet that beaky face and the story behind it 

Makes me feel that I am the duckling. 

I Crossed Over 


I was asked if I wanted it 

And I didn’t know. 

So I said yes, and they passed me over 

I did not care if I wanted what they asked 

So I shut my eyes to them and waited to pass 

No sensation, no movements 

Only my breaths, piercing the silence 

How could I know? 

I was here, and this was it. 

When they asked me, I did not believe 

All I did was let them be, and so I Crossed Over 

That Window Was My Light 


My cage was very weird, I could come and go 

But I did not fight the bondage 

As the window was my light. 

Come day, come night

When it rained, when sun shined 

I never did recognise my plight

For the window was my light. 

I would fly, but come back 

I would turn away in despair but always return with regret 

I never thought of a different life 

For that window was my light. 

Careful, Don’t Burn Yourself 


It’s been a long time,  there is no fire 

No spark to ignite, the long lost light 
It’s been a long time, there has been no sunrise

The night feels too dark, for the clouds cover the moon tonight 

 A flame, like old times

I can make, rubbing two rocks alight 

Careful, don’t burn yourself 

This is not for you, but you can share the light. 

Dispel the damp, dark cover of the night. 

One may rejoice, but know this 

Nothing lasts, and so it all will end. 

In ash. 

Creating The Storm


Mess with the trees and you raise a storm

Tall, dark, swirling

One whoosh and push you to the ground

Leaves blow, the widows woe

The death comes creeping through the window

No matter the age, the storms will rage

Knocking at your door, knowing what you hold

Carry in your arms, your precious life

Death will come for all, make sure you know when its your call.