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Thursday
Dec242009

haikuness before christmas

my friends bonafide rojas and mahogany brown were feeling the haiku spirit and had a battle. impressed and unsure if i could handle that kind of intense competition, i decided to practice. 

vipers in my midst/heel of my foot trained upon/your venomous lips


snap to and look round/painted smiles false emotion/i am free of you


love of my life speak/your power in my spine rose/your love strengthens me


 colors of love paint/sleeps psychedelic waters/my mind rests in you


 little wet kisses/mama i love you they say/my child's heart is pure


your hands in my hair/you belong where you are now/your breath in my lungs


 the street once knew me/it memorized well my gait/many years ago


powerful stroke of/genius speak to my spirit/it says let me love


she: smoke and mirrors/me: love eternally true/to the victor goes


the smell of change fresh/with wonder hope is renewed/tomorrow won't hurt


girl dancing with glee/i see myself in your smile/i was once new too


abuela climbed trees/in san lorenzo she threw/cocos at mama


snow sparkly magic/pink cheeks flushed children laughing/hot cocoa thanks smiles


star will be new life/meld music and poetry/she was never your child

winstons stained fingers/his schaeffer scented kisses/i'm still little boo


penny bag candy/baseball on the radio/abuelo loved me


deleted psycho/no room for liars in life/you didnt get it


long car rides upstate/gasoline smells and rib sauce/daddy i miss you


he used empty cans/instead of porcelain cups/laughs, "look, never break"


one time i jumped over/the swing was high the gate low/my chest on fire proud


cans stayed scraping ground/waterpumps spit real lively/swim in concrete pool


sweet words in my heart/sometimes stupid words spoken/no one is perfect


the depth of my love/imparts a piece of my soul/tread lightly, there's one

if time heals all wounds/why does it still hurt, papi/you still have my heart

my new heart loves well/ticks and tocks as it should be/don't break it again

rainbow siren sings/songs of victory pour forth/her lyrics soothe me


madness in the dark/my eyes shine in the closet/close my eyes and sleep


have you met him yet/He loves you more than i do/your creator waits

music pounds my chest/my feet glide across the floor/your disco ball heart


your hands large and strong/guide my heart into final port/aqui me muero


timeless thoughtless stark/your yellow lives in my eyes/hope springs eternal


graffiti lover/swiping krylon on my back/didnt miss a beat


those wretched bitches/their cauldron bubbles lively/we smile in the night

synapses poppin/we breaking all boundaries/hold my hand let's run

la nena fea/tiene corazon bueno/es nena linda

 

blazing font slide smooth/page spread anticipating/heavy ink and pulp


chapters unfolding/hold breath, open eyes, touching /life like braille stories

 

to the potter clay/to the silversmith sterling/to my love my heart


wield weapon deftly/sights trained, lofty goal/you will yield to me


born hard to the streets/numbers, money and bodies/rising statistics


geisha trained beauty/eyes demure, powder red lips/dainty lethal hands


naginata drips/hair whips wild fierce warrior/battleworn woman

 

glowing yesteryear/parcels of smoke memories/ empty packages

 

tell me a story/begin it with love and hope/end it with blood and tears

 

tell me in 8 bars/who you are, where you're going/i will chose from there

 

icy cool moonlight/quell my passionate bluster/shine blue on my walls

 

Children of beauty/Chosen by The Muses hand/So we write: Wildstyle

 





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