9 times fall asleep 8 times weak up (Sunset Haiku)

1.
Starless night.
Heavy
my eyes are.
2.
Two worlds
are claiming
my soul.
3.
Shadow - one world
dawn
in another.
4.
Purgatory is
my own
dream.
5.
The effort
to not sleep's
failing.
6.
What if tomorrow
never
comes?
7.
The door
is now open -
I fell asleep.
8.
My cream's
silent.
I can't weak up.
9.
Salvation's
behind
my dream's door.


12/11/2011

Nine Simple Thoughts (Sunset Haiku)

1.
It's the simplest
thing
most important.
2.
Simply breathing
can take away
pain.
3.
One baby's smile
can revive
weary soul.
4.
The tornadoes's
centre holds
the peace.
5
Never talent only
can bring
success.
6.
One sees the future
reading
the past.
7.
One finds peace
at home
if one has it.
8.
Leave all word's
worries
outside your home.
9.
Life is contentious
with a fatal
end...

"Knowledge is the greatest of luxuries" (Sunset Haiku)

"Knowledge is the greatest of luxuries" 

                                         Steve Berry

                         (The Templar Legacy)

1.

The knowledge 

runs quick 

when we are young.

2.

Natural learning's

flowing

with us.

3.

Quick learning-

quick knowledge

is lost.

4.

When forceful’s

knowledge - 

it gives bad fruits.

5.

Knowing

means not

understanding.

6.

Understand

what you know

then act.

7.

When power -

the knowledge's

corrupt.

8.

From the East 

came knowledge

to the West.

9.

But when

we depart

all knowledge is gone.

12/07/2011

Nero’s dream

The flames are liking

starless heavens,

smoke’s devouring

city’s flesh.

A mad men’s dream

of old Rome blazing –

people perished

in their dreams.

Torches flying,

people shrieking,

watching silent –

gods above.

“Torch it all!”

the Caesar’s screaming,

“Let the fire

cleanse this hole!”

The purple dawn

is slowly creeping,

above the charred

city walls.

The Caesar’s tired,

in peace he’s  sleeping,

the Gods are calm - they never sleep.

Demon

But only in the middle of the night

the demon comes to claim

more peaces of my bleeding soul and eat them;

With fingers cold,

like in a supermarket,

he touches and he picks

the freshest pieces on display.

And as the owner

silently, in horror watches –

the demon steals, devours and wipes his mouth… 
and then he’s gone!

In my dream I try to scream, I try to stop him;
I have no voice, no lips,

no arms, no will remaining of my own;

already gone – they have been stolen –

the demon took them; 
and now is using parts of me

to rob me of my soul.

Bitter-Sweet, Vulnerable Haiku

***

Bitter-sweet

bits haiku

on my cheeks.

***

Your bright eyes

shine,

I am elated.

***

Brisk snow

flew over dark peaks.

I am sad…                 

***

When matter wins –

the moon’s

just a rock.

***

Love’s winning –

The moon’s

Inspiration.

***

Mindfulness

is a sea…

we sail on.

***

Jumping frail rabbit

my poor 

heart is.                                         

“There are worse prisons than words” (A Sunset Haiku)

“There are worse prisons than words”

           Carlos Ruiz Zafon

       (The shadow of the wind)

1
Once words were stones

thrown at me

just to hurt me.
2

Words can bring

more pain than

all weapons.

3

Words freeze

the water when

one’s thirsty.

4

Ten “I hate you”

are less

than one “I love you”.

5

Hateful word

make young souls

take their souls.

6

Words are thoughts first.

Before that –

nothing…
7

Words will harm

as one would

allow them.

8

Let no harmful

words

to harm you.
9

Imagine a tongue

with good words 
only…

The unsatisfactoriness of our sensory experiences

All perceptions

could deliver

is a constant

state of change.

One could only

be as happy

as one moment

could maintain.

Our very expectations

for the pleasure to sustain

and for pain to never rule us

makes us slaves of sense’s realm.

Associate with

our senses –

we assume that

we are them;

We create

un-count abstractions –

we refine

 the Heavens, Hell.

Knowing sensory conditions –

understand them as they are –

we could gain unique perspective,

liberate to just be …us.

Today

Today it’s gonna be

another perfect day

our daily bread we gonna get;

and when we look

into each other eyes –

we will be smiling;

because the universe,

this day

and we

are all in an alignment. 

Red Rose

Ruby-red rose

is the key to all doors.

The last door in the snow has no keyhole at all...

Little Star (For L)

The whole universe glowing

expected

for a new star

to be born and to shine.

Savage winds

on the earth congregated

growing quiet 

they dreamt about her.

Even the quiet rain

started to whisper 

chanting how pretty

the new star will be.

A white bird sang

and  looked up

in the heavens
searching to see the new star.

And then she was born

in the coldest of all mornings

as exactly predicted

by the wise man.

The bird sings no more

the universe's busy;

in the eyes of my beautiful daughter  

I see twinkle of the brightest of all little stars.