Emptiness abounds;
Tumbleweeds litter my soul;
Ghost dog wanders cold
Tumbleweeds litter my soul;
Ghost dog wanders cold
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In ancient Japan during the many centuries of warring, samurai warriors and even warlords would become so disillusioned with the brutality of the world and their own deeds they would shave their heads and become monks. I also have done unspeakable deeds and face a life of wandering this planet in empty days and empty nights. One man's folly to rebuild his soul.
About Me
What is a Haiku?
It's a three lined poem with syllables of 5-7-5, mostly based on images from nature, a moment caught in time. A senryu is written in the haiku format but can be satirical or worldly in nature. I do both and don't care to differentiate.
My life in this world:
My Past Sins
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- Battlefield dead rot
- Hidden rock untouched
- Emptiness abounds
- Moonbeams pierce night's clouds
- Identity smashed
- Bunker Man hides well
- A simple man's hut
- Touching of two souls
- Rainy night's dream mist
- Smiling and Dying
- Nobunaga lives!
- A home for my pride
- Angels from on high
- Warlord's sword drips blood
- Autumn's leaf blows lost
- Through my bloodied eyes
- A Tale of two towns
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1 comment:
its like that you looked into me and wrote out my feelings in the way that i cant
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