Vivid red cocks comb
regal baring feathers preen
Cardinals home in snow.

All thunder and heavy rain
mere minutes in the past
sun now shining,'twas in vain
fierce storms seldom last

Crimson puddles in a gash,
in my mouth, no words, only ash.
Small explosions behind my eye,
growing in size, within every lie
.
Scratching at my arms and legs,
with each new wound, silence begs.
I won’t listen, won’t pay attention,
daydreaming, my internal confession
.
Clouding skies outside I don’t see,
locked away inside, I hold no key.
My sickness, my disease, my depression,
only grows deeper upon further reflection.

AHHHHHHHHh
This is my voice
Hear me now

Silent no more,
Hear now what i have to say
More than words
More than actions
More than memories

I am so much more
Listen now
This is my voice
My soul
MY CHOICE

Hear me out i stand before you
a soul a being a voice
but so much more

Power in words tension silence
the need for more
to break through the silence
This is my voice

Hear my for my voice
Screams love
SCreams to be loved

Burning longing, yearning
Reaching out for that which my heart pines for
Seeking out, searching
to find what my mind craves
A place for my heart to return to

Standing in a void alone
arms stretching out
reaching for a place to call my own
a soul for my very own

a place my heart can return too
where is this soul im searching for
A place suspended in time
a soul a heart i truly call mine

Reaching out open arms calling out
for a heart to reach out to me
pull me in embrace me

Rights are mere excuses
When used for harming others,
never hurting anyone
eases the pain of all.

Relationships are not destroyed
when sacrificing rights,
for real and willing sacrifice
brings family success.

Silence in the face of threat
is civilized forebearance,
pursuing things important
in hearts of one and all
is no tyranny but service.

Dug this out of old site (stored on paper) And decided to post my 1st Haiku here again

They say a poet at least should try
every form beneath the sky
not doing so retards his growth
like breaking some poetic oath

So Japanese I guess I'll try
"looked it up" so that I
won't come out a total fool
this form is just another tool

fleeting
like a moan
like a moon
on seaweed
homes

Balls of pink and blue
heavy heads flop gracefully
grass blades your pillow.

Silently empathy regains
all that was lost
during the Dorian wars.

Dead, naked soldiers rise
from sullen graves
with new expectation.

Grass stunned with winter
regains green and water
for just a second.

Just before ominous horns
anew sound bleak military attack
and pale weakness run red.