Five Winter HaikuField white with snowFlash of red, a silent foxGlances and moves onFrigid air blowingIce fog crystals hang, mistyA lone bird calls outSnowflakes touch brown grassSpreading delicate white laceOver the dead groundAn empty tree branchReaching to the clouded skyGrasps eternitySun struggling through cloudBriefly catches a black rockPale snow melts swiftly
When the Beat RuledThe beat calls out the spiritsEven in jaded urban sprawlThe beat speaks its old languageThe primal one, the gut-deep oneThe one that even traffic roarEven television drone cannot drownIt is the beat humanity feels bone-deepIt can't be silenced, resisting fragmentationWhere this beat lives, magic livesEven in this dead world, it breathes magicStopping rushing crowdsCalling to their shaman-soulReminding them of a time when the beat ruled.
Making a PoemMaking a poem is carving out a tiny piece of soulDropping it bloody and squalling on the pageWatching it take hold and grow on the paperSee it become its own life, independent of its creatorKnowing that although you put it thereIt is now making its own meaning for itselfEach mind that perceives it will add meaningHelping its tiny form become solid and palpableUntil it breathes and lives
TransformationDraw me inSwallow me into youInto your bodyTransform meTransform me as you are boundAs I make you in a divine imageYour submissionIsn't to my willIt is to our soulsOur soulsCombined in one explosive moment
Watching from a DistanceI watch from a distanceMy eyes following his elegant, smooth movementFlowing like a stalking catAbsorbing his fiery, bright intelligenceBut I know I can neverHold that beautifulFragmented soulHe remains a shadowOn the edges of my lifeVanishing when I reach to hold him
Undying FireWhere can I find that which I seek?The elusive peace that flowers from a cessation of desire.Death is the only place that I will find it.Until that day, the final period in the sentence of life, there will not be rest.I can never fill the emptiness.The fire will not dieNo matter how much I try to put it out.Like a grease fire, cool water only fans the flamesAnd I cannot find anything that will end this burning.So I consign myself to the fireAnd let it render me into ash.Even then the flames will not die.It will go on and eat me until nothing remains