Bored

I have not written
A haiku in quite some time
Perhaps I am bored.

Searchers

Some people do not have to search -
they find their niche early in life and rest there, seemingly contented and resigned.
They do not seem to ask much of life,
sometimes they do not seem to take it seriously.
At times I envy them,
but usually I do not understand them -
seldom do they understand me.

I am one of the searchers.
There are, I believe, millions of us.
We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life,
hoping to uncover its ultimate secret.
We continue to explore ourselves,
hoping to understand.

We like to walk along the beach -
we are drawn by the ocean,
taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty.
We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well.

Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter.
To share our sadness with the one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know -
unless it is to share our laughter.

We searchers are ambitious only for life itself,
for everything beautiful it can provide.
Most of all we want to love and be loved.
We want to live in a relationship that will not impede
our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls.

We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.
We are wanderers, dreamers and lovers,
lonely souls who dare ask of life everything good and
beautiful.

- - James Kavanaugh

Late times with myself

Loneliness ain't new
I've done it for a long time
But I'm not alone.

Sometimes a cold shower is best

Prince charming

He was frustrated
Because he could not get love
So he shot them all.

Entitlement

Entitlement

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Refigerator

Rain

Dark electric clouds

Energize the air above,

And soak earth beneath

Flowers

A fox is a wolf that brings flowers. ~Ruth Weston

Not a Haiku.

So why the push and pull my love?
What’s left for me to do
But sit and wait for you to leave
Me wondering of you.

The sky would fall upon my head
The rain would gather too
If you should hide away again
And leave me feeling blue.

Banter

Solitary games
Are always preferable
To mindless banter

Speed racer

Ming got a ticket.
He drives just like Speed Racer.
He is a rebel.

Umbrella

My honey, he waits
Under the wretched hot sun
For my umbrella.

Crazy happy

Joyous joyous joy
The joy enraptures my joy
I'm scaring myself.

Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

~Sylvia Plath