This has been a long and challenging week.
I have written several Haiku and a poem:
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peace quest rampant with
anti-polar strain; heartand mind to gain

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sulphur strike, dry,
crisp burn.
desperate breath holding on,
sorrow escaping

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derelict phantoms
gouge and sear midnight terrors
with anchors, in flesh

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Flawed,
weak,
greedy shame.
Perfect desperation grasping
in thin air for a shred of decency
where none is to be found.
Gargoyle reflections,
in rotting, flaking glass
unmask an angel.
Cool,
stainless edge
threatens the demons residence
as it burns across the flesh
to pay the debt of sin.
Hauntedby the memory of innocense,
wicked souls gnash and thrash and wail
with the kiss of light as they fall to the floor.
Solace comes to the
fortunate, fetid dead
who never wake.
And still I live.


January 8, 2009