(Other half of the haiku collection.)

Wicked

It is an old phrase

There’s no rest for the wicked

I must be evil

Soul of the Broken Body

Each step filled with pain

Your body only wants rest

The soul pushes on

You Really Can’t Take It With You

One day all will end

The future will be no more

Unused wealth shall rot

Make the Sun Get Up First

Why should I wake up?

Before the sun has risen.

Why does it sleep in?

Passing of the Acquaintances

How many people

Have you passed throughout your life

Making them your past

Bound to Happen One Day

Laugh at doomsayers

For the sun will always rise

Until the last day

You’re Not Helping

The ones who critique

Are the same ones in my way

Why should I listen?

Legacy

What will you leave here?

After you have passed away

Are you remembered?

Lung Shot

Sudden pain in chest

Gasping for air and wheezing

Unsure what happened

Internal Tremors

Rumble from below

Forcing one to wail and moan

Regretting last meal

Wind Lion

Invisible cat

Who roars and shakes my window

Angry at the world

Nearing New Year’s

Coming to year’s end

With all goals gone unfinished

Even though I tried

Constant Motion

Hustle and bustle

You have no time to slow down

Racing against time

Mirror Image

You see me coming

Closing distance between us

Why won’t you give way?

Haiku for Haikus

Poem with three lines

Simple form when time is short

And I yearn to write

Forced to Look Forward

Looking up or down

Or swiveling side to side

All ways give me pain

Another Elements Poem

The four elements

Written of since early times

You knew I had to

Falling Apart

Sour stomach day

Following a migraine night

Yet I cannot rest

Cut the Tether

Mind drifting away

With a mental string to hold

Should I cut my line?

Shivering Awake

Waking up with chills

Violent quakes to my bones

I hate this season

Last of the Buffalo

He wanders alone

Majestic king of the plains

Fading from the land

Foiled Again

Acts I wish to do.

I dream of every night

Bring on distractions.

That Can’t Be Good

I heard the loud crack

Before I felt the great pain

This cannot be good

I Have No Standards Here

Red wine or white wine

I have whatever’s at hand

When I wish to drink

Vertigo

Spinning and swirling

The world is slightly tilting

In the oddest way

You Cannot Crush the Defeated

Broken and beaten

I sit here without a hope

Yet you still attack

Nocturnal Cries of Pain

He whimpers all night

And I cannot ease his pain

I can only watch

Clock Watching

The final hour

Whether it be in work or school

Lasts for days and days

Interruptions

I think I have time

With others watching the child

I find him alone

Trapped in Mist

My eyes cannot see

Beyond the veil of white air

Moving like a ghost

Standard Bearer

Who made the standards?

The ideals that we hold high

Without questioning

Go to Hell, Hangover

Evil beat in skull

With a mouth full of cotton

Fuck you, Hangover

Need for Silence

My thoughts are secret

You have taught me not to speak

Because you lack care

Separate Beds

Lovers in two beds

Ancient quirk of the sitcom

It may have merit

No Traction

He takes off running

His baby feet hit the ice

Sliding to the drift

Silverback

Ruler of the band

Pounding on his mighty chest

To ward off danger

Anti-Social Gathering of Friends

They sit together

Yet they never say a word

As they type away

I Don’t Bend That Way

The imp takes my arm

He tries to drag me forward

Also to the left

Human Wasteland

Bodies limp and still

Strewn across this dead planet

Their use expired

Lonely Snowflake

A single snowflake

Silently falling by me

Where are your brothers?

Dying Young

It struggles to move

Growing older by the day

Obsolete at five

Harshest Brew

Raspy alcohol

Shredding up my throat and gut

But so worth the taste

Death of the Three Day Weekend

Day one gone to waste

Day two gone to family

Day three is defeat

Dementia

Memories held tight

As they twist and fade away

Leaving us confused