Long Long Ago

This is a story of long ago.

The one where the man

stepped out of the wilderness

for the first time.

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He looked around and thought,

hmm, this looks pretty good.

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Then night fell.

He could not see the sky.

Could not find the stars.

This made him sad.

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He went down to the river,

he could not drink the water.

He would not wash in the water.

He did not want to smell like that river.

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He walked through the canyons

of glass and steel.

The air sickened his spirit.

He found no good foods growing.

This made him even sadder.

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He came upon a young man.

He said; “Sit down with me son,

and I’ll tell you a story”.

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I’ll tell you a story

of Long Long Ago.

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When rivers ran clean

and the sky was all aglow.

When mountains and forests

were sacred places to go.

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He turned to the young man

and said; “Now you tell me a story”.

The young man, still lost in wonder

had no words.

Just stared at the holes in his shoes.

Julliette

I awoke into a dream.

It was the night the moon

fell from the sky.

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The Moon

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A strange pastel orange

rolled as a great wheel

across the garden royal.

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Rolled, eclipsing the castle facade.

Having crushed the great paper

red roses bearing witness.

A red stained icon of her passing.

Leaned her great dark

against the too brown battlements

retiring her mystery

beneath the twinkling colors

of uniform stars.

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The River

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Tired of rushing unmoving,

stopped her pure blue manic

flowing to some mysterious

unknown place.

Living only in a child’s mind.

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Romeo Screaming

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Lent mirth to the disruption of all things.

Hysterical peals through a scattered land.

Chaos loosened feet, colors flying

through piccolo voices resounding from everywhere.

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Ah, but Juliette.  Fair Juliette

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With a single turn,

in the grace of angels,

stretched out her sequined arm.

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Ah, Juliette.  Fair Juliette

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With a single cry,

muting the flutes of Avalon.

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Out sang the heavenly choir

accompanying the falling moon

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By her single voice,

I slept out of my dream.

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Daddy, Daddy, did you see me?

*

The house lights went on.

haiku-grish

Haiku-grish: High mined title for an attempt at haiku in Reverse Engrish.  Does anyone know what the Japanese call our silly attempts at they’re tongue?

I often wonder how our English haiku translates into Japanese.

Since I love to write;

HAIKU # 1      *L*

Laughing monkey dances

while bird swallows rain.

HAIKU #2      ^L^

 

It really was a very pleasent strole.

I Came Alive

Who am I?

I was wondering.

So I Came Alive!

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There is you.

Now I have

another drive.

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Where am I?

I was wondering,

so I moved on.

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Where are you?

Did you follow me,

did your heart lead you?

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Who are we?

Are we one where once

there were two?

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Look at me.

Am I

the mirror of you?

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Oh, but it’s true.

I can not love

without you.

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Do you need me?

I was wondering.

So I Came Alive.

VULCAN

Under sheets of red flames dancing.

Lay the glow of glorious lore.

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Staring brightly on the gazer.

Shifting with each inner pore.

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Dancing, twirling, madly spinning.

All around the cherry core.

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Drumming, piping, chants and singing.

Open wide the shifting door.

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From red to violet, white to cherry.

Into oil and back for more.

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Pounding, folding, deeply glazing.

Draw Gaea’s steel for glorious war.

 

NEVERMORE…

Long ago and far away…

I remember you

like it was yesterday.

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I remember the kisses you gave…

Before we waved…goodbye.

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So long ago…

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Yesterday and days before.

I had to leave, for a distant shore.

Oh, it’s just the nature of war…

I might see you, Nevermore…

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No no no more.

No no no more

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Oh no…no…no.

Nevermore!