anthropology

the peaceable reed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the peaceable reed

 

 

 

 

the peaceable reed
(of their ilk),
like the bountiful
rice variety

 

 

so nice to look at

—those slender

stalks

 

 

like the idylls
of European creativity

in this case,
any person that talks

 

 

 

all conversations
that have that potential
for explosive eruption

 

 

 

the friction is everywhere,
a gruelling task

 

normal life's allusion

 

 

now, may i ask
how she
managed to endure
such horridity?

 

 

(answering the plea—)

 

 

boy, it's not love..
but
just affinity!

 

 

 

reed, reeds, stalks, etc.

 

 

untitled (true music)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

untitled (former working title: true music)

 

 

 

 

as if one have
all the value judgements

in this—

 

tribulation period,

 

 

if only wind
instruments were
invented to share
a message, —

 

would souls
truly speak
in the present moment?

 

 

time & its insignificance

 

 

 

 

like metanoia
—a paradigm shift—
suddenly, anxiety
changing one's drift

 

 

 

 

from kabbalah
to phonetics
linguistics, semantics
hermeneutics of the Torah

 

from ancient

to the renaissance

what more can
one presage?

 

 

 

neither—

 

 

 

 

if a believer

prays to a false God

[of an othered religion]

permitted but

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

wronged sainthood

 

 

 

 

 

senile syllogisms & oblivion

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

to come to know another (a breakaway discovered among groups of birds)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

to come to know another

(a breakaway discovered

among groups of birds)

 

 



 

 

to come to know me is
to deep dive to me

 

 

to not resent
the unanticipated
cavernous dark
sides or hues

 

 

what an awful
surprise that would
be if you had
that false image
before you love

 

 

an idea far-flung
gets into your
morality,
then let birds
fly away




forgetting everything
in their flight—

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

through the storm?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

through the storm?

 

 

 

until the day ends
as if we're ever friends
whatsoever.

 

did I ever ask your
number?

 

 

a way to speak
everything's so quick
now.

 

 

where are you gonna
take me?—

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

LEGAL DISCLAIMER:  This is a work of fiction

befriending the plants—








befriending the plants—

 

 

 

 

befriending the plants

the good plants and the bad plants

to tell which ones are—








Bonfire Out-group

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bonfire Out-group

 

Let me see your hearts

Imploring them not to feign

'Twas never the same—








Author's Notes/Comments: 

It is still a mental note to aid in my self-directed learning about writing a haiku.  I'm a tyro (at this), it means I'm a beginner.