haiku

Blood is really warm,it's like drinking hot chocolatebut with more screaming.

If you give me homeI will give you adventure.It's both we can have.

Such a little childTo send to be a priestling...Icy poverty

Why so scrawny, cat?Starving for fat fish or mice...Or backyard love?

You were almost like a haiku: said so little, but meant so much.

Exhale the remnants/Of wounds that steal your freedom./No more prisons. Breathe.

Over the wintry forest, winds howl in rage with no leaves to blow.

A box sits empty,wanting to hold and protect.Hollow tears it cries.

Twilight whippoorwill...Whistle on, sweet deepenerOf dark loneliness

Unto you is bornin the city of Davida Savior for all.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

Death wins nothing here,gnawing wings that amputate___hen spread, lift up, fly.

You must remain. I must depart.Two autumns falling in the heart.

silence in the lightover thick bamboo leaves, the sunmagical yellow- Tara Estacaan, Day's Crown Haiku

In an age of bombsguzzling blood, skylarks merge peacewith thought and action.

Life without challenge __ is life denied any chance ____ for one to achieve.

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom__ sharp peaks.

Summer grasses,All that remainsOf soldiers' dreams