A Haiku With a Spine

A Haiku With a Spine

Have integrity,
No matter what the crowds jeer,
You stand with yourself.

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Never War

Never War

War!
I tell you!
War!
It is everywhere.
In every cell in body
Down to the blood drenched soil, I stand upon.

Yet, there are no dead?
They are all here
All alive…
Well, alive in body, anyway.
And their race will go on.

But I stand here, still.
With iron-clad heart.
With flags waving,
And weapons drawn,
Waiting to fight.
Fight what?
Fight who?
A Never War.
With never One.

I wish to breath the air outside these aged defenses.
For I grow weary of this empty siege,
This stifling armor,
And this cumbersome sword.

As I drop this metal soul to my feet,
I find I stand on dry, bloodless ground.
Standing right in the spot of a Never War.
That never was.

In that case,
It is time to go Home.

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יִשְׂרָאֵל

יִשְׂרָאֵל

Dear One, come!
Climb roof tops with me,
Discover some mystery.

Take my hand!
And take this risk!
Let us smash false idols buried deep within our souls.
Ones we were once so desperate to look to…To cling to.

For today, I am a God Wrestler!
And from my mouth cries the voice of freedom!
Can you hear?

I have defeated the iron fist
I used to keep myself shackled from love,
And in doing so I have set myself free.
I have set us free.

And now I can love you as I do myself:
Calmly,
Equally,
Unconditionally.

For today, I am a God Wrestler!
And from my mouth sings the voice of love!
Can you hear?

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The End of the Best Worst Day

The End of Best Worst Day

So this is how it’s gonna be
You with a gun and me with a car
No one could stop us
Except the demons inside
That ate us from within

We were on top of the world
Well, the little snow globe we created, anyway.
And it was nice,
At least for a second.
Before it slipped from our hands
And that little glass world shatter before us.

And the demons inside kept on feasting
And we kept on driving,
As far from the truth as possible
Blasting “Tomorrow Wendy”
Singing as loud as we could,
“Hey, hey, good bye.
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die.”
Hoping to drowned out the pathetic cries of the demons within us trying to tear free.

So this is how it’s gonna be
You with a gun and me with a car
No one could stop us
Except the demons inside
That ate us from within

And we’ve finally made it to the edge of this cliff,
Like the most forgettable version of Thelma and Louise, ever imagined.
We’re like a half eaten wedding cake
Long before the vows have been spoken.
Only do we go off the edge together?
Or does one of us pull that gun
And save our own ass?
Screw it…
Grab….
Aim…
Shoot.
Fuck your bad vibes… I’m out.

(Thanks to Miss Susanna for the amazing pic and the late night pep talks, during these days of double masters and life quandaries. Much love)

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Jericho’s Walls

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The trumpets called,
But Jericho’s walls never did fall.
Those were just soothing fables told to create instant gratification,
In a world born of chaotic wandering.

But these false tales of triumph were not lies built on malice and trickery,
Rather a way for us to fool ourselves that we had done all our work,
So we might appear in the norm.
So we might walk alongside the masses and be as one of the tribe.

Although, Fortress walls take years to build
And even longer to destroy,
Brick by brick they can be brought to rubble.
Till the day we reach our inner most treasure
And the trumpets can call at the fall of Jericho’s walls.

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