Huntress

Ars Haiku

It seems that we are

at an impasse, a chasm

of syllables

What You Left Behind

Egos on overload

bullets on the sidewalk

Stereotypes that crawl like spiders on your skin

Haters, baiters, see you laters

they want you to fail

You can't fsil, too much at stake

Walk quickly away, your future calls

Don't look back

When You Turn Away

The wind is on your back, asphalt in your view, feet moving, go just go, they can't catch you if you're running, they can't stop you if you're running, when you turn away from the cray cray, they can't stop you, so keep running, run towards the sun, run towards the horizon, run towards the edge of the world and keep going.

Stolen Light

This is a black hole

      this is a black hole

There is no light

       there is no light

Empty shell, compressed

      compressed, empty shell

there is no light, no light

       No light, there is no light

We don't even notice

      we don't even notice

Eclipse

The sun sits in darkness

a blinding light that burns the blackness

a struggle to be free

freedom for the light

is that what our lives are like?

Blackness struggling against lightness

the light so bright it cannot see itself

or the destruction it has done, is doing

The sun sits in darkness, no longer

fighting - merging with the blackness

becoming something different than before,

becoming something stronger than before

there is unity in an eclipse

Shocker

Age shows survival

beauty is finite

Desire limitless

Law needs enforcement

Bruise fades

Window is an escape

Car cruises

Fight isn't over

Over when it's over

Entrance Music

Blaring in my ears

the sounds of excitement

hands clapping

people shouting

streamers floating

in the electric air

my body rocks

vibrating to the sounds

I am in my zone

A ruler on their throne

My kingdom is the stage

While I perform and keep

the audience in a rage.

Rack it Up

The pool hall is silent. The bartender wipes imaginary dust from

the counter, counting the minutes on the clock until closing time,

it is almost midnight, one hour to go, the few reminaing patrons

nurse their drinks as if they were their last. The waitress gives them

a side eye, knowing there won't be any tips from these customers.

The clock chimes midnight. Someone walks in. No one looks at the

stranger in the dark trenchcoat. He has a wide brim hat that covers

half of his face. His chin, a garden of stubble, is all that can be seen.

The waitress looks at him warily. A robber, perhaps?  Please not tonight.  She just wants to go up and soak her aching feet and count the loose change she earned tonight.

The man says nothing and seems to float towards the bar. The bartender gives him the once over, wondering if he should grab his bat from beneath the counter. The man sits down, f...

Huntress

Ride into twilight

there is an inventory of stars

saving the sky from total darkness

the moon is covered in shadows

its light blinded

the forest is dense, thick with life

as you ride down the path and hear

crickets chirp greetings and birds

respond in protest, it is time to sleep

but you must ride on.

Invasion

Arrival,imminent

destruction, precedent

savagery, mission

slay all those who resist

all those who fight back,

life, precious

blood, bloodied

slay happiness

future - uncertain