|
Haibun |
|
Winds' chill will fill then still his eyes dry cry. So scorned and shattered, adorned in tatters; The scores ignore his poor implores, but why forgo 'Hello' as though he never mattered?
In cold or heat, his seat's the streets concerete. The passersby despise his eyes contact; the hustle and the bustle help delete this shrew from view - a disappearing act.
Between routines, to just be seen, he seeks. So unaware he's there, their cares swing free - the only time they find resigned to speak is when their packs swing smack into his knee
"You stupid beggar, MOVE!" their voices cry. Through with abuse, he issues a reply:
"That knowledge you find so unlawfully carnal - please refer yourself." |
|
‘Stupid Beggar’ |
|
· depending on who you are, - you might be a king. - you're likely a pawn. · depending on what you are, - you might be a friend. - you're likely a foe. · depending on where you're born, - you'll laugh forever. - you'll cry forever. · depending on when it is, - this might be your first. - this might be your last. · depending on why you're here, - you can do what's right. - you can do what's wrong. · depending on how you live, - you can waste your life. - you can change your life.
|
|
As of this moment, no matter what's in-between, you can change your life. |
|
As of this moment, |
|
Running On...
...and with his emanciated arm, unconscious from exhaustion, he reached up and gutted me, ripping away my heart as I watched without protest. I would have gladly given it to him, had he been able to ask for it, but his voice was taken away long before he was ever born...
...and if it were not for the innocent, I would not be so guilty... |