These tiniest things
Microscopic, effective
Brutalizing me
Tag: poetry
Shortly after dusk
Shortly after dusk
Dreams emerging vibrantly
The day echoing
Pleasing everyone
Bits of arrogance
A savior to everyone?
Nothing gets done well
A Sunday Meditation: Frustration
Frustrations pounding
Cruely dissecting my faults
Mountain air saves me
Prime Haiku
Wrapped within three lines
Syllables five, seven, five,
Beauty in those primes
Love is not domination
Love is free from fear
Force and control is not love
Important, this is
Work Life Balance
I need to answer
How much am I willing to
Let work dominate
History’s Ghosts
Social memory
History’s ghostly echos
Silently speaking
Well, It’s Thursday
And now Friday eve
A week traveling too fast;
Buzzing brain waves glow
Muses of Misery
Drifting mind
Slaughtered within
Its own rages
Brutalizing itself
Uncaring; damage done
Lost, calling silently
Screaming intoÂ
Empty echoesÂ
Heard by no one
And surprisedÂ
By the lackÂ
Of response
Heedless of its
Own demandÂ
For isolation.Â
This vacantÂ
Land inhabitedÂ
By the muses
Of misery