#0084 - Spare Time

{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 3}

Who could know what you do in your spare time?
Do you dance with angels?
With devils?
Are you searching for affection
or, faced
s d r a w k c a b,
just direction?

These moments, these times,
do you find to be sublime
or do you simply lie
in everlasting wait
for this lifetime to abate
its slings and arrows?

Perpetual love,
perpetual sleep,
perpetual hate,
perpetual peace.
With which endless path
do you hold your allegiance?
Or do you rather sit in indifference
as moments pass, silence
as your reaction to nascent
cataclysms or confused parlance?

I won't take the time
to guess;
I'll only be half-right
at best.

#0083 - Thought 17

{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 2}

Sometimes we attempt to mask our emotions
from being interpreted by the inquisitors surrounding us,

And sometimes our emotions are masks that we can’t even interpret ourselves.

#0082 - Thoughts

{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 1}

Flowing through the crevices within my mind
Establish reality, which I survive;
To fall or to thrive is
A question of mine and
Whose answer is lost in some ditch of my mind.

#0081 - Rain

Rain:
the smells and sounds of another plane.
Pitter patter;
raindrops splatter
upon the windshield of my car.

The gleam of city lights
amidst restful dreams and asphalt streets
reflects through spheres of falling water
as curbs shift surges down canals.
This sound: waterfalls.

Is there even a question whether these showers
are tears from angels residing in heaven?
No;
only, are these tears somber
or of laughter?

#0080 - Haiku VII

We are all absorbed
In our life goal of demon-
-izing the different.

#0079 - To Celebrate

Celebrations are nice,

but I've never liked committing a yearly day

to something that deserves commitment every day.

A race can't be won by ramping up your effort

when finally in sight of the finish line—

for victory, a lifetime of effort is the best guarantee.

And if you think a benevolent castle you build in a single day will stand,

remember that while you may build it better each time it crumbles away,

the deep-reaching foundation is what will keep it upright.

One day may be for the one Mother Earth,

one day may be for the many mothers of Earth,

but today is for every mother and mother's mother and every not-mother in the world.

There are more women in the world than days in a year—

more women than there are days to celebrate them—

and you want to fit them all into one day?

But, a single day is infinitely better than none,

so let's put all the appreciation this year deserved

into these 24 hours, flowing unrestrained into dawn.

Happy International Women's Day, all. Have you celebrated well?

#0078 - Quicksand

Reality is alit with dissimilarities and likenesses:
duality.
Moving through crowds and emptiness with subdued celerity,
the steps of a klutz overtaking finesse,

the stint I find sitting upon me oppresses
my individuality,
trapped in crude arrest: a mentality
of denying creative access

that would otherwise roam free, God bless,
in a virtual reality
that is at least real to me -
more real than the hermetically sealed casket that bears our address.