Short Verses and Other Curses #3

(a third round-up of haiku and other diminutive discourses of mine posted in various places throughout the cybersphere)

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I have no answers

I know just that grass will grow

and that leaves will fall

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destroy to create

say the gods and demagogues

pain’s higher purpose

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think and I ignore

say and I start to wonder

do and I believe

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when everything hurts

each thought, each breath, each step, each…

then nothing can hurt

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it’s not the disease

it’s the dis ease found within

the mind is the cure

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low, gray clouds advance

footsteps crack like breaking bones

the wind’s chill churns deep

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each quest has an end

each question has an answer

stay still; stay silent

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time is everywhere

and moves in all directions

clocks mislead us all

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existentially

to exist means to suffer

it’s the angst of choice

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sometimes, to be heard

it’s best to remain silent

to be seen–vanish

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it’s the irony

it’s the humor and folly

life’s absurdities

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the shield or the sword

cower safe behind despair

or attack with joy

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the wind fuels the flame

the light sustains the shadow

life’s paradoxes

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the pine’s evergreen

or the maple’s sudden fall

flare comes with a cost

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who’s the next Gibran

who’s the next Kurosawa

can twitter tell me

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each morrow’s a chance

what becomes becomes what was

is is all there is

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struggle through the din

yield not to the damning knell

onward to the calm

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absence is sublime

the void becomes the proxy

memories feint truths

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dismiss this missive

for to me alone it speaks

a lone I must heed

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Tear me into pieces

and throw me to the wind

release me to the currents

never to be whole again

Each scattered bit of me

soon forgotten as a whole

will never forsake my spirit

and will forever retain my soul