This is
Not a true
Haiku.

Poetry by Me

Pool of blood
Gather some more
Gather us all
Spread on the floor

Pool of blood
Open up wider
Show us the wound
The one has moved higher

Pool of blood
The slaughter has stopped
The carnage is gone
The deathrate has dropped!

Pool of blood
Shrink together once more
And let the wound heal
That we all died for.

Poetry by Me

Don't go any further
Don't dig any deeper
I am here to stop you
I am - the keeper

Don't go any longer
Don't grow any more
I am here to hinder you
That's what I am for

Why is it your digging?
Devoted to soiling your hands
What is it you want?
In these god forsaken lands?

Haven't you ever wondered?"
He asked me with ironic tone
What is left here in this land?
Where the sand is made of bone

And why were you put here?
To guard this sacred place
He didn't move a muscle
In his hollow face

I am not here by reason
This is simply gods will
And if you trespass futher
I will have to kill.

I was sent by the people
To find a cure for the world
To dig deep in these soils
And uncover a long lost bird

She will fly to the heavens
And become our new sun.
And the world will bathe
In the light that was undone

The man started digging
Among the barren land
But he was struck down
By gods gigantic hand

If I have a keeper here
There is nothing here for you
You are meant to lose all hope
Now go back to your fellow fools

The man returned to his city
And gathered an army to fight
And returned to the bonelands
In the darkest night

And they draped the keeper
And they dug up a wonderful bird
It flew up in the skies
And spread light over the world.

And god he could do nothing
There was nothing he could do
He pointed down a finger
And said -

"Hey - I'm watching you."

Poetry by Me

My uncle's dead
Caught a bullet in his head
He bled for a while
For a while he bled

My uncle's dead
He's resting in his bed
And Momma cries
About her lonely child

My uncle's dead
But his friends are still there
They throw themselves at us
Pierce us like spears

"It might be time -
To pump them full with led"
My uncle said
But now my uncle's dead

R.I.P.

Poetry by Me

Aligned by wide lines of greengrown pines
Seething through a sea of dry orange ceder trees
Swimming through the fine rivers that bind land mines
A creational flow of pure creativity

Awakes me

Poetry by Me

Even strangers feel the beat
Even strangers flee defeat
Even strangers need to eat
Even strangers move their feet

Even strangers get a chance
Even strangers like to dance
Even strangers need romance
Even strangers lack demands

Even strangers clap their hands
When the world is strange and sad
To the strangers in my land
Here's a beat, a beat to be

A beat to guide you, to sit beside you
To let you fly, to lead your mind
To better thoughts, to free the binds
That blind you, let the beat find you

Stranger.
Poetry by Me

There is a sheep dog chasing sheep
Inside the forest, the forest deep
Atop the mountain, the hills are steep
The sheep dog creeps, the sheep dog leaps

Upon the ridges, the sheep dog runs
Chasing the black sheep, under bright sun
Under cold rain, when snow falls down
Oh sheep dog, won't you come home, now

Poetry by Me

I do not believe that my death will be
Simply passed by without misery
Without noble beings who in bliss will see
And remember memoirs of a wishful me

I do not believe yet I do fear
That one day the sky so wide and clear
Will be grumbled by dread and unkept tears
And weeping many winters my cause

I do not believe yet I even more fear
That the sky so blue will remain so clear
And my last breath will pass life by
And all will forget about "that guy"

Poetry by Me

Ow! My ears
This band needs help
Please aid this band
In stormy weather

And help disband!
They stay together
They stay in tune
This band is doomed

Poetry by Me

Woohoo, it took time. :P