Haiku of the Day
Open bird entrails
Flight, mortality, wisdom
Defog the future
Haiku of the Day
Harry Potter books
Regardless of my true age
I’m forever eight
(Source: lightfox177, via theforestofbeyond)
Haiku of the Day
Byzantine Elder
Teach me the secret sustain
O, astheneia!
Dirt
From my birth I am invisible
So transparent and oblivious
Isolated, but ubiquitous
Universality can be quite lonely
Intoxicating! This need to be seen!
To be touched, felt, loved, if only…
But to be unseen, so too my faults
A comfort to be unknown in this way
Contradiction and non-contradiction
Conformity and non-conformity
These concerning constants:
Loneliness and devotion
Anger and restraint
How can you observe me
Just as I truly am?
Of the earth was I made
Of the earth shall I become
No two things are alike
To the extent they are the same
Invisible purity and scum
Late-found fate and game
I took the chance: corporeality
(But to be unseen, so too my faults)
Look upon the mud and dirt
The ancient ordure of man
And his multitude again
Slathered and enclosed
Hardened and visible
But you see me
You see me
Just as I am
Limerick of the Day
Building a house up in a tree
With a young boy; myself and me
“Let’s get some wood
Let’s make this real good.”
“It’s well…wait, you’re only three…”
Haiku of the Day
The meaning of love:
The force necessary to
move you from the self
Parapraxis
Standing on a walk
Winds wild in the stillness
I and you and something
Intent exit, parapraxis
Walk on by, blurring
Your figure, heavy and gone
Inside me, disdain stirring
But for me, fearful, alone
The Truth of Perception
Becoming an other to myself
Drowning in the living waters
Positing experience as truth
Only experience falters
Becoming an other, altogether
Killing in the spirit negative
Put to death, therefore
What is earthly in you
Impossibility, suggestive
How so had I accomplished this abstraction?
Suicide - is it still so, if so in the arbiter’s dwelling?
I was made in the image of God
Made in His image…
Doth He dwelleth yet, in thy being?
Maketh thyself pure, hath thy this accomplished?
He that Destroyeth, whom doth createth
Canst ye abandon tother, verily?
This accomplishment, or lack thereof
Has left we to wander in the night
The thoughts scattering like penumbras
Or rats through endless mazes
How frustrating, how the stereopsis
Falsifies my vision of the spirit
The truth is in not looking
Known in peripheral non-gazes
I was made in the image of God
Made in His image…
How closely tied, my desires!
To have Him look upon me
And to be destroyed
