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I traveled tanka

I traveled on a wet road in the dark why did you leave me alone  under this winter sky

dreaming tanka

dreaming under a white poplar-- I sing alone, find nothing more than what I bring

I travel tanka

I travel on a wet road in the dark the poem I never wrote comes to life

haiku

autumn drizzle, faded leaves dancing with my shadow

your lips tanka

your lips caressing my lips--  a tsunami  equiped with guns and roses and tears

you are safe tanka

you are safe on my trail of tears... didn't know I loved you until I saw you dancing disco

craddle me tanka

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craddle me  with your soothing hands listen  to the pluse of Africa on my skin

on the day tanka

on the day  the world ends  salmon swim  upstream... I start  a bonfire by your side

under lock and key tanka

you don't have to keep it under lock and key if I risk it all will you break           my fall?

you nailed tanka

you pinned  wings on my back and I flew into your dreams like a hologram clavaste alas en mi espalda y volé hacia tus sueños como un holograma

frost bitten leaves tanka

I used to paint frost bitten leaves-- I was sad, aimless like a river an empty coffer

I am a rock tanka

for Yehia  I am a rock breathing with the lungs of a lunatic …* a twenty first century teacher tying your shoelace *Adonis - ‘A Mirror for The Twentieth Century’

for Yehia tanka

for Yehia  you are a book written on the stalk of a cedar a phoenix hidden in a wild flower

to the first person tanka

to the first person that helps me set sail I plan on giving them the sky and my understanding

talk to me baby somonka - two tanka

talk to me baby sometimes I lock myself up behind open doors... either I'm yours or I belong to the wind give me an excuse something I can swallow… don't worry baby, today is Sunday God is resting

give me an excuse tanka

give me an excuse something I can swallow don't worry today is Sunday God is resting

you are the sun tanka

you are the sun that does not let me see... it can't be, how can it be? I'm like the earth you walk on

I lock myself up behind open doors tanka

sometimes I lock myself up behind open doors... it's that I'm yours or I belong to the wind

painted on the wind - somonka - two love tanka

there's nothing more beautiful than what I've never had-- I search for a full moon scratching the sea someplace between my pillow and my bed love was a bird on the wing wrapped around your nape

the way my cat purrs tanka

sometimes the way my cat purrs  reminds me of you… I pay more attention to the rain on those days