

PhilarpsistStrawberries bloom in barren land, bleak hills bleed yawning valleys. Fallow, empty vista breeds baffled birds on cryptic skies.Philarpsist
We drive on sallow desert An older friend, who- having never shown fear had oft been provided.
Legs scrape and snap in the lazy lowlands. We need delve further;
a passage of faith plods on.
High on a plateau we see many; they followed the soldiers. Escaped from a realm of iniquity bearing hallowed bones of their dead.
"How far have you gone?" I started at eight "Can you chart your


FadeawayRed brick shadow walk Beneath my gait surrounds me; Whispers faded talkFadeaway
As vast trees unstitch Prepared for winter's advent; Fervently they twitch
Brisk wind ignites shades Of waltzing color portraits; Frantic while warmth fades
Tiny critters creep In quest of winter shelter; And well deserved sleep
Blustry artist stroke Removes from nature's canvas; Tinge of summer cloak
Kodachrome retires Succumbs to glacial whitewash; Festive fall expires


Please Be Briefbrevity is the soul of wit ShakespearePlease Be Brief
Brevity is the soul of lingerie Dorothy Parker
brevity is soul haiku is brief wit is random


cracked earthI walk upon the ancient grit of chaos planned and failure fated slips on paths that lead tocracked earth
varmints manned with able bodied weapons aimed and spammed at meager homo sapiens; sadly damned
I trod where fox stalk wild r a b b i t s cross prismatic meadows
glowing shards of sharpened
ground up ghetto class
glass grass crassgas
crystal blades of dusky diamond diligence
I feel the CRaCKl-old soil scrunch beneath my
weathered feat
and screw the heathen brib


Give me moreStretching open I feel exactly how I want to. The fear makes me tremble but want feverishly.Give me more
This moon is not full. I am not wild now. I wake and I roll into memories that daze me. I feel my mouth still full
of kisses and sweet fruit.
The loneliness is both cruel and dear.
Can I be your earth for a while? Can I feel shared instead of taken? Please There could be merriment and fire as deep as bone.
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