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Introduction
A collection of haikus and short works.
Forged by impulse.
The product of long flights and passionate moments.
i
County of Kings
her Father owns the
land that she aimlessly strays;
and while she may go
unrecognized, the
beauty in her eyes reflects
that of her Father's.
No mask can hide it.
strangest of strangers even
know, Royalty can't
be hidden.
it's in your Blood.
*
of them all, was Him
many crowns they threw to me,
i only hold His.
*
made in His image.
take the price tag off your hips
and put on that crown
*
she keeps losing track
of losing track that she has
found herself derailed.
*
you don't get credit
for being loyal like birds
don't get praise for flight.
ii
Trying to hide your
Passion is like a peacock
Hiding his feathers.
Tribulation is
just wind that pushes you to
the God you ignore.
To be victimized
by your own guilt makes it hard
to be forgiven.
I am the poison
even more fatal than hate.
Call me apathy.
Everything about
tomorrow is a rumor;
dispel them today.
when I think about
what you asked when our eyes met,
I'm glad I said yes.