the need to be loved

time flies when you're having fun
and thoughts fail while entertained
or at least get left alone for a while
before motion gives way to mindgames
played alone and always lost
when allowed to go on for too long
because rationality is replaced with worry
and fighting for favor in other's eyes
becomes a vice of the lowest kind.

come together

new places become familiar
in the light of old faces
and as cliché as it may be
home is where your heart is
and when your heart is home
changes in your weathered ways
don't feel like fatal alterations
so the dawn of new days numbered
may reveal new pathways tread
but an ever-constant destination.

haiku #21

i don't want to do
i want to have done before
if past was future...

overload

at first the melody makes the gears catch
and the rhythm rolls on steady and smooth
until eventually erosion takes a toll
and the cogs catch making gears grind
drowning the music in cacophonous creaking
that only imitates the original tune.

retroactive lenses

once the word is written
and used as a label
the sticker won't come unstuck
at least not without leaving
streaks and stains and stickyness
reminding you to remember
the way things were at first
instead of moving forward
to clean glass and clarity.

haiku #20

i waken anew
surrounded by fresh feelings
it's good to be home

that last mile

the engine always takes its time turning over
but before you know it you're cruising country roads
and the distance to your destination dwindles down
until you can see your parking spot just up ahead
but traffic takes its toll that last stretch of streets
and the wind in your hair turns to waiting restlessly.