a haiku and a poem

there is the darkness
there is the absence of light
they are not the same

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"the typical answer to the question"

it is for me the warped mad-house mirror
flaws beautiful when put to exquisite word
or at least that is the intent
it's been a long while since the spirals burned
and my skills have dulled and grown pale
but thinking back on that i do not have regret
i severed the part that wasn't me
i'll answer it again when i'm better

A Pity For Those So Backward

Slowly the links of the chains will break, will sunder
Enamored am I with the idea, with the art
Xenophobic I was for so long, your spell was I under
Until I awoke, until I learned my part
An now with my guidance, your shackles will break
Little by little, you give up control
I am now the Master, now get on your knees
Time for you to serve, to learn your true role
You are the slave, and you must say please

similar subjects

these threads of mine so frayed and split
i do deny the chance to mend

they twirl and twine with similar kind
but never do strands connect

no fiber here no banding there
no stitch nor purl with needle

unfinished am i of pattern design
with no fabric chosen with care

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i am a plug two-pronged and three
electric and dazzling and free

high voltage desired
an outlet required
but damned plastic covers
like sentinels they hover
and always i must relent

outlets uncovered or with several connectors
require extension i do not possess
my batteries will die and flicker will i
to the charging station must i recess

I once read that a good way to learn how to write prose is to write poetry. Seeing as how I haven't used this blog much, this is its new purpose.

a change of mind heals the wounds
time is not a thing
a measurement for humans