Haiku

They got him...

How many more hearts and youths hope are you going to allow to be wrecked?...

My road is lonely,
Strewn with broken love and dreams,
Piercing my resolve.

Whiskey in my hand,
Neon lights and city sounds,
I miss you tonight.

Imagine giving your all in everything you do
To be used and abused and brushed aside
It hurts...

A perfect meet-cute

when love and architecture

shares it, with the world.

I am delicate

I flourish and bloom, when loved

my life, short but sweet.

Old coal miner town.
Good ole boys, gals and deep roots.
Offering good views.

Your words are like dust,
Carried away by the wind,
Scattered everywhere.

Your heart is ablaze,
Your eyes are the deep blue sea,
Shall I burn or drown?

Where are you lover?
My bed's cold but my body,
Is ablaze for you.

Moths in the moonlight,
Red wine and warm thoughts of you,
My wish on their wings.

Will you come with me,
And walk upon the rose thorns,
Gifted by our foes?
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Filled with fear and shame,
I ache as she gently says,
"I'm not of your ilk."

I weaken nightly,
Missing your warmth and your love,
You now give to her.

Lover don't burn me,
With the flames of your passion,
Let your love be slow.

She whispers sweetly,
"Give me your money or else... "
I feel the cold blade.

An ant is drowning,
In a raindrop on a leaf,
Of a blue orchid.