I am not fit For a life of crime Just the thought Makes me queasy Dizzy from an act I could never Perform -Kel Dayheart
A Little of Everything
A jack of all trades Seems to know Exactly what to do In any given situation And seems to have Everything needed To accomplish it -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #144
Top hat and bow tie Suspenders peek out behind His coat, dapper look
Blackout #155
We toil if we stay at home, I was told.
Glimpse
I only catch a glimpse Once in a while I see the world-weary face within This youthful countenance And I wonder how anyone believes that I am younger than I am -Kel Dayheart
Lost
in thought in motions in place in self -Kel Dayheart
Vellichor
Only the best type of people Find solace in bookshelves -Kel Dayheart
Click
I always click With the wrong people And I'm not just Talking about love -Kel Dayheart
Less Rest
Duress is only A few letters Away from Stress -Kel Dayheart
Strength in Different Forms
His hands are different from mine Course in a way that shows Just how capable they are While mine are thin and scream delicate From the tips of my fingers To tapered wrist -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 