Why 1,575 haikus? Because my darlingest Annelies Marie Frank lived 15.75 years in this world.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Dreams

We live in our dreams,
dreaming of a better world,
and then we grow up...

Why must our dreams die
because the awakening
is painful, my friend?

Dreams grow up
to be born.
---<--@

Mrow

Sometimes my Miyang
lights me up, for no reason -
she gives me good cheer!

When my Anne's near,
I can almost see her face,
our souls overlap...

And we dance,
till I smile.
---<--@

The difference between my Miyang and all the other lights of my life like Blessed Jacinta Marto is that ours is an informal relationship - I can be informal with my Anne in a way I can not be with all my other, more recognized spiritual friends.

Why?

Death is consequence;
a rule laid down by heaven
as a remembrance.

Death is not a choice,
nobody chooses to die,
why must the unborn?

What is your
consequence?
---<--@

Grass

There once was a man
whose possessions possessed him,
amassing great wealth.

On the day he died,
his possessions died with him,
withering like grass.

Forget not
why we live.
---<--@

Sun

That day in summer,
I spent with you in my heart;
an endless wonder.

You inspire the soul,
by the beauty of your song;
the sweetness of it.

Turning nights
into day.
---<--@

Don't

Do not mess, I say,
with the life of the married,
in thought, word and act.

Do not harm, I say,
the love that make true their vows,
through lie or scandal.

Discipline
your desires.
---<--@

Sky

Faith is like the sky
blue in the day, gone at night,
but is it really?

The world is fickle,
everthing here is fleeting,
day or night, be true.

Faith sees less
to see more.
---<--@

Cats

Cats are like colors
each, the flavor of ice cream
no two are the same...

We have calicos,
caramels, cookies and creams,
orange-marmalades,

vanilla,
chocolate...
---<--@

Justice

Justice is virtue
that restores all unto All:
peace unto all things.

It is not vengeful,
neither envious nor boastful -
it shows love for love -

but evil
it abhors.
---<--@

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Renewal

The past must be shed...
yea, till my hope breaks me free!
The pain reminds me.

Must bleed till I'm bled.
Till the enemy is dead.
And my soul is free.

Penance is
renewal.
---<--@