Giving a voice to him, inspired.
Haiku #88
I search for fragments To try to piece together Some kind of meaning
Search for the Truth
You are stronger than your ignorance Do not let yourself Be spoon fed lies When you are capable of Going out and finding The truth yourself -Kel Dayheart
Greed
is an awful creature that gleams from a dark spot within all of us -Kel Dayheart
Treasure
Like an old worn letter Well loved and preserved To be read over again Time after time Until the words Can be said verbatim From memory alone But still the letter Is clung to As a treasured keepsake -Kel Dayheart
Soulless
I try so hard But it all falls flat Paper thin Without meaning- Without soul I might as well Stop writing -Kel Dayheart
Fluctuate
My temperature does not want to stay It fluctuates constantly In the face of My ever-changing mood The hot flash of embarrassment The cold dread of fear Are a reminder That I can never keep A cool head in this situation -Kel Dayheart
Just
It is just a scribble It is just a doodle Until someone sees And calls it art -Kel Dayheart
Priceless
If a picture Is worth A thousand words How much Is a poem Worth? A poem When written Just right Can evoke Such beautiful images That only the mind can see So what is it Worth? -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #98
"Because...." He stepped abruptly away, looking stricken, "Forget it."
Fragment of a Figment 