Are You Afraid of the Dark?

To those who fight the monsters That lurk beneath the bed. Who feign the fear of what they hear In dark, they dare to tread. They brave the creaking floorboards, the attics full of bats. Descend th…

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In Need of Maintenance

For months I stood there
Teetering upon the precipice;
It being clear what I should do
Yet all I would or could choose
Was to merely waste away in fear.

For years I stood like an oak
My roots digging deeper and deeper
Into fertile soil with fright,
Seeking in childish desperation
To cling to my ledge and fight the erosion
Crumbling the world around me,
And threatening to dethrone me
From my carefully constructed perch. Read more

Elusive

Now! Hold tight and fast!
Don’t let the moment escape
Like smoke in the wind. Read more

Terrestrial Toil: Haiku Challenge (Lark & Rush)

Rush hour gridlock
Weighs down depressed businessmen
Watching free larks fly. Read more

Mindfulness

Forget what you give.
Let go the Ego with alms.
To others, give all.

Cherish what may come.
Do not waste Selfless Giving.
Remember their love.

Goodness is two fold.
Mind your motive in doing.
For whom do you Act?

Haiku Cycle

Continuously,
Around Life’s circular flow
Our journey repeats

Boredom

From Past’s point-of-view,

The future is your present,

And never mundane.

My Lego Block Treasure Box

When I was but a tiny tot,
Alone in my room
With just my thoughts
I’d pick a pleasant spacious spot
To pop a squat and play all day
With my many Lego blocks. 

From my building block treasure box
I’d pull puzzle-pieces of my thoughts
And attach them with imagination
Laying the foundations
Of my fantastical creations.
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Are You Afraid of the Dark?

To those who fight the monsters
That lurk beneath the bed.
Who feign the fear of what they hear
In dark, they dare to tread.

They brave the creaking floorboards,
the attics full of bats.
Descend the flight of dim-lit stairs,
To dank dark dens of rats.

They know our fear of what lurks near
Lay not within the closet.
That ghosts and ghouls are meant to fool
And distract from fear that’s honest.
That, that which haunts us in the night,
Wields our myriad monsters might,
And personifies out inner frights
Which darkness brings to light.

We fear the things beneath the bed,
Those memories we’ve left unsaid,
The feelings that were pushed away
At night those demons come to play.

So inspect the closet, bed, and corner
For a pair of red eyes, horns, or
Any other apparition
Of your souls inhibitions.

To you who lie awake at night
Entrenched against your monsters might:
Despite this fight may seem alone,
Of greater need, no war is known.

So hone your light and fear no more.
Face down your Dark and open the door.