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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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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from the distant sun
a rash of bursting spots
each wave breaking ashore
brings one thousand storms
upon ten thousand seas
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see crazy chaos
in a seismograph’s scratches
randomly flicking
backwards and forwards –
such poor decision making
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footprints of the wind
each grain removed
left empty – oh
a precarious balance
in the swing of a pendulum
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