HAIKUS created while chatting with Mark 3 years ago.

cold fingers take rest
on my shoulder while i sleep
angel or demon



slight twist of the wrist
brings the happiest of things
be a skipping rock



the sun on my back
soaks into my pale white flesh
burns me through and through



if i were a leaf
i would land on your back porch
crushed beneath your feet

let's pretend

i like to pretend like i know what i'm doing.
i like to pretend like i'm busy, like the world will pause for me.
i like to pretend like anything i do matters.
i like to pretend that my life has meaning.

But most of all, i like to pretend like i'm pretending that this is all for nothing.

Because not matter how hard i smash him down, the Holy Spirit always manages to get his word in.
Shouting, though i usually hear it as a whisper, that it's not a lie, that the plans he has for me are great, that he will give me the desires of my heart, that i must wait on the Lord, that i must rest in him, be still and know him.

i can't shut him out, not this time.

tsunami mind

deeper than the pain of death
is the heart's breadth.

wider than a whale's jaw
is the reach of a racing mind's paw.

seven miles above the earth
aliens, hung up above, hover.

backwoods' ignorance is such
that a flood would not touch.

the wolf preys at night,
he has your children by the throat.

tighter than a vice's grip
is he making you slip.

quicker than a grandfather's life
do you tumble without advice.

the undercurrent has you by the toe
the only way to go is down.

i hope your door is painted red.