Haiku Variations. The Lamp of an illuminator.

Some ask their neighbours to
Turn on the lamps, then you know
It must be Friday night

When I was much younger
Earth new no fire, new no light
False gods had stolen it

So I dug my hole
And descended into Dante´s dark worlds
There I scooped up flames

Like Prometheus I burned myself
And gave the candlesticks to the halflings
They secure the worldly lights

So when I use the switch
On the last day of the week
He laughs and blesses me

That´s how I light
My lamps with joy and with bliss
For He smiles at illuminators

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Haiku, This World, Random Order 11

You and I share an

Incompatibility

For living as one


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Rosemary of Patmos

I once thought
reading John
the devil one
but these days
I see clearly

He is many
around the globe
all in place
you chose freely
your pitiful rulers

In a house
white as slush
fat gramps spins
his clingy web
of hateful lies

There are many
other fallen 
on this earth
Lucifer´s spawn
born to disrupt

Tragic Mary Rose 
you were abused
by those legions
as the world
burned to dusk

Haiku Variations. Would Death Be More Friendly.

While you were adjusting time

A thought of being in control of
Petty lives, one joyous party 

Waiting for it to begin

And not seeing the end and waste
Nearing, now within reach - just

A blink of the eye 

Of the storm that dawns on mankind
Swirling you up to crash 

Into the nothingness you embraced

Of lives of rushing after neoteric sensations
Unique uniformity of masses united

Damning earth due to insatiability

This greater need that drives you all 

Having more than your neighbour

Flaunting silicon boobs and nates

Blown out of proportion, black and white
Dulled to grey and harlotry

And you, me, no better

The wealthy and poor interchangeable in selfishness
Or do you not hoard

Wishing the end to come

Watching, judging and not shutting it down
Would death be more friendly


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Haiku Variations. On angels and twins.

I was born as twins

We not I as we are one

Twin mind in this vehicle

Missing you since my birth

Yet as always in me ever near

Sharing my dreams and nightmares

And far and far more

You not me were being the angel

She knew I once was

Your tears and your fears

Are now mine in this grieving soul

Combined alone where once us

She deserves love and compassion

For she loves two instead of one

Yet she does not now

How it is being loved

When not seen or known or sensed

You are there and not

You must love her too

My other who is and is not

She is the better angel

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