Haiku

Perhaps the brain freeze
Brought on by too much ice cream
Hurt haiku powers?

Have you ever considered what,
The Unwashed are really like,
From the oldest, wrinkly member to,
The smallest little tyke?
I was considering this question,
On my way to school,
So permit me to indulge myself,
Or perhaps to play the fool.                                                    

Buffy reminds me of Alanis Morisette,
Full of energy and emotion,
But without the painful anger,
And a propensity for commotion.
Doom reminds me of the new Madonna,
As she is never out of style,
She always has time to stay and chat,
For a little or long while.
But Doom is the clean Madonna,
Inventive and yet stable,
I can't imagine that you'll see Doom,
In a book on your coffee table.
Lerk reminds me of Paul Macartney,
His work has touched many,
He is also an icon to the masses,
A better person - you won't find any.
Night Owl reminds me of Jim Carrey,
If he decided to sing,
Full of a silly and contagious humour,
That seems to be his thing.
Wraith reminds me of Billy Idol,
They both have had their pain,
They both have had to take some drugs,
Albeit not the same.
ShadowDancer reminds me of Prince,
Now don't you start to shout,
There is a logic to this notion, 
So, just you hear me out.
Like Prince he is obviously talented,
In many diverse ways,
He has the gift of conveying emotions,
To enrich all our days.
I remind myself of one of those guys,
From the band ZZ Top,
Some of life's little niceities,
I don't know when to stop.
I share their love of custom cars,
And they make me laugh,
Plus they could be in the Unwashed,
They look like they need a bath!                                                    

If I've annoyed anyone, please accept my apology,                                                   

aggrivation was not my intention.                                                    

If you've considered yourself a rock star,                                                   

post below and I'll see what I can do.                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz

No matter what problems I have today
Or ones from days before that
I know none of it makes a difference
Cause I know, no matter what
Tomorrow will be a better day
I know, because when I wake in the morning
I always think of you.

I opened up the post and saw 
the sight made me unslack my jaw 
its wonderment to read and tell 
that charlie-oh is quite the belle                 

First, to wed the bastard real and quick 
who helps us sharpen pointy stick 
and then to go ahead and bear 
future unwashed dynasty heir                 

Further, then to still amaze 
she turns quite acrobatic phrase 
or could it be she trims the verse 
at first a blessing, now a curse                 

For how, in all that we call soapless 
dare we attempt the quest most hopeless 
our battle joined to best Ymir 
is futile, now that charlie's here.                 

welcome to our filthy group.                

Haiku

Icecream rules
A lot
I eat it a whole bunch all the time.

Flowers by K.A Stryker & R.J.Stryker

A bowl of flowers sits on the table
peaceful in the afternoon light
shades of color on petals highlight the beauty
and a bruised leaf flaws the perfection

The crystal vase creates a path of glitter
as sunbeams are caught and then escape
water reflects on the table
playing in shapes, dancing around shadow

Perfume drifts around the room
carried on a breeze
creating an image in ones mind of spring
essence of sunshine and love
 
Sometimes I sit and stare
into the darkness,
creating a mock blindness
to shape my denial.

The light tries to seep in
showing me things I won’t perceive,
but I crawl deeper into the night
sacrificing,
with each step,
becoming the shadows
in which I hide.

For denial is overlooking my voice,
the inner me
making me smaller,
inferior,
as I sit and stare
into darkness
lost in me.

if I reach out my hand…
will you see?

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So, this thing said to finish the poem, gave me a line and left me the rest to go with.

Fly me to the moon

Ok, I could do that. Hmmm. I did it totally of the cuff without any thought, just wrote the words that my fingers decided to type together.

Fly me to the moon
On wings of love,
I laugh at this cliche.
Our love will never be this way,
Meant to stab me in the heart
like a thorn from a bush,
Dying bush, violent bush.
Fly me to the moon
on wings of love.

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*hugs* Give it a try.

"formulate"

"formulate"
Words happen.

break my anger
down into numbers
apply my logic
to this rage

anything to keep it
sterile
divide myself
to keep you safe

second quit
can't turn it off
no clearing away
this pain -

drown in science
or
drown in violence -

i subtract
your face
and add my shame.