Secluded Hell (a poem)

Hate drapes crippled bodies,
God recoils in lifeless soil,
we serve Him, in good times
and bad, we fear them
judgments above,
in darkened clouds

We have iron tastes
in bitter mouths;
she wants to be elegant,
princess of wastelands,
but she’s like us –
depraved, wearing blood-jewels
that reflect enemy eyes

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Sending up a Prayer (a poem)

Sending up a prayer – way up in the air
Pleading with God – will He respond?
He’s quiet at first – this feels so forced
But the prayer changes me – can’t you see?
I begin to let go – at first, it’s very slow
My worries remain – at least for today
I don’t expect magic – or to feel ecstatic
My faith is hard-won – once, I came undone
From that I learned – not everything’s absurd
While it may seem so – it takes time to grow
Into spiritual maturity – certainly not purity
Life’s never perfect – the future, we can’t predict
But spirituality helps me – it makes me feel free

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The Moon-Ruler (a poem)

The moon in his palm
He thinks himself a god
How can he be so calm?
Our feelings, he disregards

He can crush the moon
In an instant, just like that
Leave fragments strewn
Floating like acrobats

The moon-ruler must be stopped
Or it’ll be darkness for us
On earth, we feel mocked
Our beloved moon could be
Gone with just one thrust

(Photo by jasper benning on Unsplash)

Door to the Subconscious (a haibun)

The radiant room inside your mind – lit with bright pinks, purples, and blues. Deep inside the dream world, we’ve accessed your subconscious. Down the narrow halls, leading to forbidden desires. What lies beyond the door?

Beyond the bright door
Lies memories that make you
And also break you

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Daisies & Heartbreak (a haibun)

I hand her a bouquet of flowers in the shadows: daisies, her favorite. A token of my love, a symbol of my guilt. For my sins, my mistake. It is a peace offering, made in the dying light of our backyard.

She accepts daisies
Takes them and leaves for good
Relationship done

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Lurking (a poem)

Snakes lurk in fog,
slither in early-morning venom,
we’re obscure beasts,
unfit for mortal society;
we’re traitorous,
vapor leaks from depths,
covers fields of blurred symbols

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