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These passages were first create as a "quasi - joke" to the person, who at the time, owned my affections. Before the ending of our relationship (Hence to be known as "the Great White Lie") the words of love and a future together flowed like a river. Stupid me, I did not realize I was downstream from a sewage plant. Maybe I was so naive, or maybe I just wanted to believe the "the Great White Lie" too.
But as I grow beyond the hurt and move on with things, I find myself using the Haiku's to help me look at things in a different light.
They are numbered is the order that I wrote them in,
but grouped them into groups of similar mindsets. Some have odd imagery
for everyday items (i.e. the tiny box is a cell phone)
1
waking in the morn
heart searching the bed, rays bright
empty spaces found.
2
words, cheap things to fill
crumble, dry out, fade with time
love requires more.
3
i am a poet
empty words scratched on walls
passion you don't have.
4
you say you love me
and not understanding the price
you need to grow up.
5
i see you about
hang upon your new love's arm
sad eyes you see me.
This next set regards to my "trying" to get back into the realm of dating
the opposite sex . . . like I was ever proficient it in the first place. *grins*
7
people take chances
will gamble health, fortune.
good odds for my love?
8
should i talk to her?
to speak of my many faults?
i make some good points.
9
each day i see you
wanting to sing you sweet prose
each day i do not.
10
so selfish am i
love, happiness, a hand to hold
these things i long for.
I wrote many of these while on the train into New York City from the suburbs. So a lot of train riding images came about in some of the Haiku's.
6
sitting on the train
walls of silence shield us all
we are so alone.
11
from darkness to light
hear sweet voices from boxes
stare blankly at mine.
13
ground rushes past me.
people, alone in spirit
seeing the same sky.
Some others I just rambled such as in the following:
12
how did i get here?
so far from the past i lived
regrets fell us all.
14
words of hurt rise up
venom tipped, cold to touch
love spoils quite fast.
15
building walls of stress
family, friends, love, cannot scale
wind blows carelessly.
16
voices rage, attack
lose sight of the enemy,
reasons for war lost.
17
change of the seasons
happiness turns to sadness
love lost in the winds.
18
sun rises, sun sets,
spring, summer, autumn, winter
alone on my path.
More to come, just
depends when and where I find my "inspiration".
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