Sometimes serious

Crank and pendulum And ticking clocks of time And a hundred laws that measure how Each haiku must rhyme A Half seeing Buddha and candles lit at night Orange fruits of Kaki are Alone that are bright Untouched is the father Untouched his possessions Orange Fruits of Kaki, Candles and allegations. Sweeping strokes of waterbrush And inkblots of colors Orange fruits of Kaki And tears for travelers A Hundred laws of fairness A hundred laws of sin Orange red blood that flows Through every type of skin.

The same warm blood in your heart And the same meandering loneliness The finer points of all your loves And some realities that differ Some finer omens from above Some you admit to prefer In a rushed moment, is perfect Simultaneously shall protect And drive away all emptiness The same warm blood in your heart And the same meandering loneliness Between places, between friends, Look how this river slowly bends Longer absences try to contend Amend to crystallizing sorrow Wet glances at tomorrow Decisions never to part The same warm blood in your heart And the same meandering loneliness

Just around this corner when we go, I'll be in wonderland. Through this looking glass, please show Me around, and hold my hand, I'll run into the queen of hearts, And yet i'm only a spade.. Adventures in wonderland start, And I can't help but be afraid. So, Lead my way to wonderland, March hare, And there A hundred thousand fantasies we'll see It'll be Almost as if everything would last long... Like a song... A place that makes me smaller, The longer that I'm there And toadstools are much taller, Than funny talking hare. And what sounds like nonsense by some strange random hatter, Is actually a riddle about some fantastical matter. So, Lead my way to wonderland, March hare, And there A hundred thousand fantasies we'll see It'll be Almost as if everything would last long... Like a song...

I can hear noise. I can't hear silence. It's all only zeroes and ones Presence and absence Alls and Nones. It's all only cleaving with a knife Making binary your entire life It's all only defining what's true Telling parallel, intersecting, and skew It's all only an arrangement of codes That is fed and processed, every turn Absence is but an imaginary road I know the ones, zeroes I unlearn My people, Variables that programs set into systems demand Zeroes and ones is all i know. Repeatedly passing. To and fro. I can hear noise. I can't hear silence. It's all only zeroes and ones Presence and absence Alls and Nones.

Exclusion is sought, From the war that is fought, Between sequence and exception, Pretence and Perfection. Energy and Death, For the game that is set In the throes of peace and fight, Of white and blue light Across media and majority, Across bias and equality, Right through each trench and Peak, Across simple and oblique, Can you see a bridge, Between safety and Fringe, Between Touch and expulsion Love and compulsion... A secret and a Lie. An incorrect reply. Exclusion. Sought from unstated answers. For Dreamers and Dancers Come too close to home. I'm on guard, I'm alone, and I'm scared all the time, Of Thin Lines, and Flipped Coins.

Sometimes, I feel like a Painting. All Blotched in color,and streaked in line. Like a frozen moment, I feel, Like a mood, I feel, Like the still of time. Sometimes, I grow Like a Tree, All High and Silent, Though actually competing, Like the Spread of a branch, I grow, Like a Shrub, I grow, Sometimes like a pine. Sometimes, I Love like a Song, All Melodic and Beating, To a Pulsating Time, Like an Impromptu Solo, I love, Like a Violin, I love like a Serenade, a Rhyme. Sometimes, I Weep like a Poem. Like an Elegy,Sometimes, I cry. Incomplete, Like a Haiku, I weep, Like an Incredible Word-Flow, I Dry.