Sensing Fear (Haiku)


Please turn on the lights

I am afraid and lonely

And I need a drink.


Please shut the windows.

The wind screams and roars angrily,

And it bothers me.


Please lock the front door,

It threatens me so deeply

And I smell deceit.


Please oust the portrait

It stares into my small eyes,

And I am afraid.


Please stop the madness,

It touches my shoulder now,

And I have much fear.


II: Lawless

the law is dead and lawless for no law regulates itself beyond the will of the    Kings

violent and aggressive and reprehensible they claim about the execution of a religion,    As

angels fly from the eight rings of purgatory downward and upward at the    Sinners,

empowering the law and its long arm of justice, its hammer   Fighting,


the lawful are suffering in blind obedience and the confusion wrought    Through

the madness, the arguments, the instruments of torture beyond the public    Realms,

and civic rule mirroring the death and endless craziness abound through    Chapels

of executions, toy bears, plastic violins creating sounds and screams    Of


the lawless, the lawless, the lawless, the relentless lawless, the merciless    Lawful

and down the road they march, the lawless march and pray to their outcast    Deities,

the ones who are lawless, too, and disobeyed the highest gods who punished    Them

and brought down the hammer that no one dares defy but them,    The


the lawless, the outlaws in the desert, the cowboy towns, the playgrounds, the   Sinners,

mercy houses, the deserted churches  where the graffiti is wondrous and   Always

pouring salt in the wounds that are severed and suffering in the brown dust,   They’re

dead from years of reproducing the merciless have bred and cared for    The


I: Mercy

In the wilds of the industrial jungles and wastelands screams the holy, divine light of mercy;

Angels and demigods of steel and iron, twisted into creation by apocalypse and mercy

And among the lifelessness, the domination, the rule of the economists dwelling in the dark,

Listens the suicidal warriors fighting against everything spiritual they claim to fight for;

The political men politick through contrived systems and the incessant qualms of the playground

During recess in the middle of the night while the swings teeter backward and forward,

While splashing in the aquatic wood-chips of yesteryear, harmonizing melodies and actions and

Pushing against the rules and regulations, the madness that stops at freedom, they claim.

The jungle vibrates in the life that it breeds and cherishes, forcing merciless rules

While shouting about shouting, yelling, screaming, bullying, and splashing;

Have fun, they command; when demanded, enjoyment imprisons itself and

Searches for the key inside the closing walls that mercy, mercy, mercy birthed.

They tighten around our waist, leather against leather and prostitutes crazed in the streets,

A reflection of sunlight blasting forth for instinct, for impulse, for love, for mercy

Playgrounds full of potential politicians thriving abreast the sickening touch

Of a donkey or an elephant’s warm and cold regulations that alter with the seasons, and

The walls bash at the bugs they push against and grow, and grow, and mercy, and

Elevate beyond the leap of the innocent man dying among the already-dead criminals;

He shakes his fists in fury and angst toward the illusion he envisioned and claimed it had

Approached his sadistic, psychoanalytic facade of a self locked inside the mirror,

Shook him senseless beyond his lawless power and reach that could not extend above the walls,

And joined him to the unmolested masses crawling to their crumbling monuments for redemption.


Madness isn’t madness while you’re aware of it;

It’s the truth, justice, righteousness, you see;

Madness is a label for those who know;

It’s an insult, judgment, madness, you see;

I know what Madness is, I know it true and true;

It’s an insight, perception, enlightenment, you see;

Madness shuns you, and you cannot have it;

It’s better, greater, smarter, you see;

Madness cannot be described, not even by me;

It’s impossible, unfathomable, everything, you see;

I know that madness shines darker than the sun;

It’s bright, fulfilling, divine, you see;

And so madness…madness is simply madness to me.