a haiku; globalization

hazy murmur

Words filled-obscurity
spilling over;
satiate the silent thunder
of my yearning,
yet staining guilt
all over me
A vortex that gathers
the fragments of the earth;
settled on my core.
A touch...
that ripples the stillness of the water.
The eyes,
that hold the moment,
ordinary eyes can't see
a tranparent body
like the wind tangible but unseen

This murmur is bashed with haziness
flimsy words, esoteric allusions
to be understood...
is not its destiny

a haiku in free form; procrastination

The Myth

In his lofty tower,
my body religuished
An energy broken,
fighting to the last ounce
of my resistance.
How can this be?
Days of yore, I've fallen
and hit the ground.
Benumbed; I can't have this feeling
An ominous cloud, a blur
vanishing in the boundless expanse.

From the onset of fall,
deluge of verses
muffled me with your warmth
I dream again; an ethereal beauty,
within my grasp it seems, only
A mid-winter wind has awaken me
And truth lacerates my very core;
you can never be mine
oh dream! devour me again
this time, to eternity...