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~ There are no definites...~ There are no definites, no absolutes, Or rather, there are, but very few. Mainly, there are a series of possibilities Each with its own likelihood of being true. The probability of likely truth varies, As much for each individual as for each theory ever posited. No-one has all the answers, No one person knows everything for sure; Anyone, anyone at all, that claims such omniscience Should be first to be summarily dismissed From your list of trusty consigliari. We’re all seeking knowledge, On a quest of curiosity; From the day we’re pulled, Mewling our indignation, Into the cold, harsh light of here, The original rude awakening; Until the time we’re returned to darkness, Softly slipping or sharply shoved, Mostly unprepared for our final earthly transition. And so it is, why we question, Why we take elements of every day, and dissect, Always rooting around for the root cause, Forever attempting to satiate that innate urge for answer...

~Catching up~ for you i will stay awake and ignore night's call to surrender fretful it sirens sleep, begs me to my bed til almost i could succumb, but just a breath from you the merest hint that you are or have been awake and in this world without me and i shun slumber, shrug off buzz of doze that drones return to puzzle how i ever can make up every moment spent unaware and without you

This is an old one, written after an argument with an old friend about what he referred to as 'football banter'.  And I don't mean terrace chants or the actual team/fan-related putdowns.  I mean sweeping negative comments that go beyond the game - "ah yeah, well you know those scousers - they'd nick anything not tied down". That kind of comment, that's attributed to 'banter'.  I do get a bit het up about it... But the hate makes sense   You have no idea you see yourself reflected in them their chants, their jeers, their cries sea of heaving masculinity repulsive, compelling attractive if you're honest --------------oOo---------------- You see yourself you have no idea their red your own strident love, rising anger, fury, rage blazoned bias passion stamp out reason no room for equanimity apathy the rival --------------oOo---------------- You see yourself you have no idea pride in partition pity the uninitiated embrace the hate refuel partisan ...

~~Replete Exorcism~~ When last you happened upon me My world was not empty or broken in two, Though perhaps it was lacking - to delve would harsh. Hectic and crowded, all and nothing at once. Intransigent transience teeming so slowly My own mind left me reeling, And control had a vague and tentative hold. And then you. And you showed me above and beyond and around. And the gifts that you gave were the sun and the moon and the stars; The ebb and the flow of the waves and the winds; The hush and the morning, silk cobweb in mist; Still peace in the moonlight, and swift, fleeting shadows. And you passed, as you do, though I craved your return Until finally I saw fit to embrace your absence And as I let go, I reached for myself And i found you and I were me. And so I was. Replete, and in baffled amusement, I realised. And I was enough. ~~If we hadn't met~~ The world would be an inordinately sadder place If it should have been that we had not met. Obviously, we'd have k...

(for a.) the night you came to be stars, startled from their slumber were brought the news by passing clouds awe-struck, this stellar host vibrated set aglow with their joy glimmering radiance, one to the next 'til it shone clear across every constellation galaxies hummed, strumming astral melodies of celebration clouds erupted, their thunderous applause manifest in purple rain honouring your new earthly existence no longer able to hold it in, the stars burst forth a chorus of pure light showering jubilation cosmic t(r)ails blazing scattering their glittering homage from every corner of the skies so it is, they say, that shooting stars were born and you the first among them

I should preface this by admitting I know nothing about haikus except the general 5-7-5 syllable structure, and the link to the seasons.  I've no idea if these would class as proper haikus in the traditional sense, but they are fun to write. ~For May~ I remembered you quiet, grass-stained 'neath bloomed trees smiling, sun-dappled ~Sundiata~ Sekou spat it hot rhymes tripping from his tongue like tap dancers on speed ~Bubbles~ Pure irridescence light framed, sheer shimmering sphere magic.  Then it bursts. ~Love~ A nuisance really; anguish, longing; must be borne; and he, unaware. ~Haiku 3~ Tadpoles of rain swim across the window; tattoo light beat on tin roof.

It all started huddled in that red... as I stand unplanned melodrama demands a scene the scarf falls apart in my hand what was once whole explodes, expands, becomes silk strands filaments of fabric, shards of light bite the carnage of sequins ejected this perfect sequence, expected, it frequents my mind on a regular basis the stasis a consequence of nonsense memories, that time, terrible and sublime fingers sticky with childish guilt and grime the crime: a full-blown mime of our estate, more a state of mind of mine to test weight of judgeful glare they stare - i tear, bare behind closed doors and keys and nets hiss - steam jets kiss pressure outlets bloom late, regrets and outstretch hands mark bets and fetch marks set deep in the flesh of remembered wrongs