I do not wait, oh Lord

for things I do not need

I fixed my rudder

and changed my course with speed

I used my hands

grasped hammer and nail

I patched the holes

and repaired the sail

I ask not for luck

I work against the odds

I pray only for that

which is God’s

This draught, this calm

this silence, rescind

It is for wind, I pray

dear God, please, wind!

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It’s not a pastor, with a church of 50 people, burning a Qur’an.  It is the entire media industry deciding to cover every wakko they find under a rock.

It’s not “all chalkboards lead to Hitler” Glenn Beck.  It is the thousands of people taking him seriously.

It’s not a government full of corrupt and complacent politicians.  It is the millions of numbskulls voting the same people in year after year.

It’s not a nation with a failing public school system.  It is a population comfortable with turning over the responsibility of raising their children to the state.

It’s not a broken and over-priced medical system.  It is a foolish people thinking health comes from pills instead of lifestyle.

It’s not a single mother choosing an abortion.  It is a culture that values commercial wealth over family, and has turned new life into a liability.

It’s not them, it is us.  And we live in the world we deserve.

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I am becoming
something I do not know

feel it growing
as it begins to show

heart beat screams intent
not just content to beat

works till it is spent
not resting till complete

don’t feel myself
am not me but a shell

wait to meet itself
a beast within a cell

want to step aside
a shadow to a seed

greater is inside
it yearns to emerge freed

I am becoming
something I do not know

all I do know is…
that I am becoming

I love the haiku as a form of poetry, mostly because it is short and I don’t usually have the time other forms of poetry require.  As my poetry section has been a little sparse, I decided to create this running archive of all my haikus I post on Twitter.  If you want to follow them, just follow me on Twitter and look for #haiku and #twaiku hashtags.

A storm is coming ~ In awe of its majesty ~ I pedal faster #haiku #twaiku

-@Yaholo (Christian Mystic), 14-6-2010 10:19:12

Think if trees could talk - Ponder the things they would say - Yeah... that would be weird - #Twaiku by Yaholo

-@Yaholo (Christian Mystic), 8-7-2009 05:47:24

Another Monday - From sacred to secular - Messes with my head - #Twaiku by Yaholo

-@Yaholo (Christian Mystic), 6-7-2009 18:25:10

Look around, my son - See the world is changing - We know not the end - #Twaiku by Yaholo

-@Yaholo (Christian Mystic), 3-7-2009 00:19:10

Obscure jazz playing - Women discussing Oprah - Yep, I'm at Starbucks - Twaiku by Yaholo

-@Yaholo (Christian Mystic), 24-6-2009 19:11:40

The sun is glaring - The air is thick and humid - Milk shake now just milk - Twaiku by Yaholo

-@Yaholo (Christian Mystic), 23-6-2009 17:21:44

Focus is so hard - The mind wanders easily - New iPhone out soon ---- Twaiku by Yaholo

-@Yaholo (Christian Mystic), 5-6-2009 19:03:44

Sitting in the grass - Little ants explore my toes - I hope they don't smell - ----- Twaiku by Yaholo

-@Yaholo (Christian Mystic), 23-5-2009 21:41:29

The gods are angry!
Oh, what have we done?
Our doom is coming!
There’s nowhere to run!

We sacrificed every virgin, on an altar so high.
Yet the dark clouds are still building, we are going to die.

We killed all the outsiders, who wandered into our tribe.
Yet the earth is still rumbling, the gods rejected our bribe.

We hung all the prophets, and burned all the books in fire.
Yet the volcano still rages, our future still dire.

We locked up the criminals, and punished all the sinners.
Yet the crops are still barren, we remain the offenders.

We spent all of our gold, building temples and tall statues.
Yet our people are starving, our people the gods abuse.

We conquered the heathens, only our righteous tribe remains.
Yet our flesh is still boiling, there is no rest from our pain.

The gods are angry!
Oh, what have we done?

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