haiku - Half

 

Her hands still tremble

Hearts frozen as the iced street

White flakes now blood red

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haiku - Moon

Great hungry moon

Tiny sun no longer seen

Time changes us all

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Redline

We going

To a place where no faces are known

Hazard lights need not be shown

Identities blown

Inexplicable twilight zone

Don’t stop.

We going

Narrow streets plateauing

No need for slowing

Front seat no stowing.

Sirens blaring

Caution signs staring

Eyes wide shut to the messages glaring

Yes! We going

Don’t stop.

We going

Sweat filled palm

Twenty third Psalm

Adrenaline junkie satisfied, heartbeat calm

Forget the dead hand of the past

Feet stuck on gas

Speed limit 120 miles per hour too fast

Destination unknown no need to ask

Full speed ahead

Tank on “F”

Petrol no led

Break oil bled

Pedestrians fled

Red light or green light all signs misread

We going

Yes. We going

Don’t stop.

We going

Until...
Suddenly

Violently

We Stop!

Infantry

Shuddering from the likeness of our past

As we reach out

To embrace the darkness

We perpetuate

The results of our future

And steadfast we hold our course

Until we are struck down

And reduced to ashes

These shallow minds thirst for depth.

Narrow paths we dare to see impartial

On matters yet to pass

We cling to our grime filled crest

Ignorant of the decisions chosen

Stepped out from shadows

Casting a showing

Over a field of doom

Rewriting the scenes

From our blood filled pages

Where the ink blotch our pages in history

Sidebar pt.3

Just for tonight would u please not tempt me?

I have enough skeletons in my closet and would like that shit empty.

What do you mean?

You know exactly what I mean,

Because every time a girl is around you choose to make a scene!

Who me?

Yes you!

This one is off limits so keep the convo clean

Am expecting to have a nice night without you getting between.

Hold up! I am not the one touching your hand and laughing like a slut

Who decided on this cold ass night to wear a skirt revealing my butt

Seriously now,

I have heard your justifications before

She is a nice girl deep down so don’t make her out to be a whore

She keeps stroking your ego

So you could stroke her Negro

And am sure if she dresses like that her man won’t mind that you borrow

For now save all the bullshit an tell it to the Pope tomorrow

Talking about that was a slip of the tongue… please...

That was a slip of the tongue to slip off her thong

Maybe you have a point...

Of course I do.

An am sure by the end of the night she will get our point too

She aint even playing hard to get so let’s do what we do

If you think this night is over I got news for you!

That’s my boy, pour it

That’s a girl, drink it……….

haiku - Deprived

 Howling at the moon

Fluttering eyes never close

…Both ever wanting.

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haiku - Tarnished

Cigarette, whiskey

Teary eyed. Innocence lost

But here comes the sun

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