Haiku #515

What comes from nothing? Are you really living it? Or reliving it?

Blood of the Volcanic Sands

Sulphurous decomposition leaves a conversation of desiccated remains and milky white bones beneath a parchment skin. A rictus grin tells of pain and a tear falls from my eye. My eye is drawn to a yellow biro pen in the jacket pocket of the corpse. I wonder who put it there, for later, when it would

Torch Lite

Insensitive Cochons give me no air As they root and feed root and feed I must be the shit splattered everywhere as they grunt and sniff, grunt and sniff I forgot my really good line (again) As I get pushed aside and into the wall bloodying my nose that sprays all over them As they root

The Wind

Let The Wind flay the dry skin from my face Let the earth move me supine into rest Let the stars move me heavenly into creativity Let the moon dictate diurnally when I work and when I sleep. Let my friends and family concern themselves over me And let god take care of all that is heavenly.

From There to Here To Nowhere

Nice title Andrew! Suddenly the music in my mind has changed and it’s down to Carissa liking my last post ♥. I was wondering earlier if love was what making me so sick of spirit. The beginnings of true love perhaps or something like that but I settled on my backwards tracking to when I

Write A Children’s Prayer For Christmas

I thought that I should try to connect with the magic of childhood this Christmas. So I thought I would write a Children’s prayer – a Prayer for Children to pray. When I was writing it I found myself remembering on some things from my childhood so I included them in my prayer and asked for God’s forgiveness.

The Armadillo

Imagine that you are an armadillo with an armoured carapace. What would you shield yourself from? Birds of Prey? Predators that prowl  in the night? It weighs a lot this armor but really you as an armadillo have no choice but to wear it. It is part of them and protects them fro when they