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the wish is empty

before you only lies

opportunity

haiku-heights theme: wish

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the winds of ghosts called –

 they told of where they had been

not where they yet went!

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the UK was just hit by storms and flooding; I’m pretty sure that this was the remnants of Superstorm Sandy. Despite believing I knew where they had come from, I had not really thought about their destination beyond our island. Here’s hoping that Scandinavia didn’t take it too hard.

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lightning’s ap-peal

the thund’rous storm snaps

to reality

the dreamer awakening …

a nightmare scenario

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speaking in tongues

oh fie, miss, you must not kiss

and tell – the thunder!

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from source to soul

detoxify the mirage –

a matrix of lies

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each train ride –

a tourniquet of boredom

constricting my heart

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character review:

a blank personality –

my poker face

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descrying this world

conscientiously objecting

to normalcy

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methods twist –

where darkness falls – reason lies

invoking nature

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earth, water, air … fire!

fingers twist conjuring shapes

transforming futures

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bitter thoughts attack

 inaction’s utter violence –

the calm in my eyes

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the mundane facade

before it is unleashed

prepare for the storm

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feel the pressure wave:

smell the rain before it falls –

hear the gust – it comes!

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sliding doors open

silently disappearing

the calm of the night

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this thread I walk –

this tangled web:

where dost it lead?

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A New Reality

The problem was that the problem was here

sometimes not so bad, but now quite severe:

that usually, on waking, in the early morning,

I would wait for hours for the day to start dawning.

It would stare me right-back in the face from the mirror:

pale-faced and black-eyed but still looking for cheer –

and irises blue – sky blue – still full of hope,

but then back along the long hall to bed would I grope.

But as I try to retreat, the room that I’m in

suddenly moves and jars – starts to whirl and spin:

I reach out for the wall – but the wall isn’t there –

my fingers reach hopelessly, strafing the air.

Reality blackens and beginning to stall

through a hole in the floor that wide opens – I fall!

It matters now, not, which reality I’m from –

for the world that I was in – and all in it – has gone:

and the new, darkened, reality – this seething black bin

reeks of evil and monsters all crawling with sin.

Here I’ll fight to survive, whilst I look for a door

that will bring my consciousnous back to the world-from-before

and back to the body that lies, still, in the hall

where it lays empty and lifeless and cold from the fall

but that meat is unwelcoming – for my heart has now stopped –

so from here to another plane-of-existence I hop.

From one world, then, to another, a new reality I leap –

but the wisdom I find in each place shall I keep,

and finally bringing it back from the distance I range,

I know only this: this world has to change!