A Bad Hat Daze

A Bad Hat Daze
"The Midnight Disease"-Edgar Allen Poe

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Mushroom (Haiku)

musroom ladden tree
your steps small, large, white, well-formed
fall is around bend

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Into your eyes I look,
pain shows
anger dashed upon you.

I must learn how to control
words coming forth from
deep within my -
psych to step into
your shoes.

I hope to never see those
painful eyes that have
an understanding of mine.

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Monday, March 11, 2013

Flirt With Fire

Remember The Dream

If she would sleep deep,
If dreaming would take her,
If the fire would not flirt with her mind,
Then the story would not be left untold.

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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

The Craves: Dead of Night

Writing, my passion,
Yearning aficionado,
Spring forth with desire.
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Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Writer's Dilemma

Time was waning, as a
red-streaked, setting
sun turned indigo
into black.

After midnight!
Always, after

Of course.

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Friday, November 11, 2011



Wake each day to a
Fragmentation of a life,
Swimming in my head, lite
With the drugs of their choice
Not mine.

I would rather play in the clouds, high
On the mountain tops, no matter how low
The valley becomes, because there's always
A fix from the drugs of their choice; their choice,
Not mine.

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Friday, May 27, 2011

The Reward

Protrusions had ripped her heart.
The landscape stopped the
Water braking, licking,
Her jagged soul.


The waves crashed and she was
Left smoldering on hot rock,
Reaching shamelessly
For her jagged soul

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Emptiness, the reward.

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