Spinning Carousel
Space burning Time like wildfires
Infinite breakdowns
Building tomorrows future
As History end today
03.16.2008
Zero Anon
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Zombies dance stiff leg
Shaking their rotting asses
To and undead beat
09.27.2007
Zero Anon
Who says the walking dead can’t party down? Maybe they are just looking for a night on the town…
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The dead are rising
Rotting coffins giving birth
Children of the fall
09.25.2007
Zero Anon
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Heart beating War Drum
Like my ancestors before
Tonight I am Red
Called to the fields of Battle
I answer the call of Blood
07.13.2007
Zero Anon
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The black dog and I
Wander across the prairie
We two are the same
Both of questionable blood
Finding fortune where we can
08.05.2007
Zero Anon
It’s funny, sometimes, where you find your muse. While back on the reservation last summer, I made the acquaintance of a stray dog. She was often my companion during the week, just looking for a friendly hand and perhaps a few scraps from the table. I wish I could have taken her home, but I guess she already was.
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Drum beat heart
Stirring blood of Red
We make War
On past, present, future
Taking back our souls
07.25.2007
Zero
Anon
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Sing to me
Ancient songs
Your voice
The sound of drums
Of our ancestors
Of our past
A battle song
Lifts my heart
As I lift
Your lever
Chambering your spirit
And I
Tense my finger
Releasing your soul
We are brothers
In fire
Red warrior
And Yellow Boy
07.13.2007
Zero Anon
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The wreck settles deep
As iron beast slips away
Leaving only ghosts
A graveyard on ocean floor
A testament to madness
08.24.2007
Zero Anon
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Rainy day simple
A black crow walks by
I, wondering why, still here
-1998 Zero Anon - This is the fist haiku I wrote as an adult. (I’m sure we must have written them in school sometime.) Though I did not use the 5-7-5 syllable structure, I did manage to get 17 syllables on 3 lines. This poetic form began my slow return to the world of poetry. It really is the little things, isn’t it?
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Let’s throw mad parties
Steal masks from the five and dime
Just because we can
Climb up, down the fire escape
Love each other in the end
Moonlight drifts through black
Like a river among stones
The past, washed away
You can be Audrey
I’ll be George, we’ll play the parts
Like an old movie
Doing things we’ve never done
End it kissing in the rain
01.30.2008
Zero Anon
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