Haikus from Mike Perry

Build a prayer,

from a prison cell,

the depth of love,

I know so well. 

                                                   Momma said, no not yet

                                                   to a whispered regret.

In shallow minds words erode,

small packaged dreams seldom

          EXPLODED.

                                                                          Touch a memory

                                                                           back space erase

                                                                            10 to 30, what a waste.

Helpers Who Need the Help

Puzzle masters in their own right,

They piece together fractured minds;

Years of schooling prepared them for this -

To sift through the scattered pieces;

Yet some fail to sift through my own.

Their imperfections and frailties,

Uncollected and corrupted pieces,

Become known through unscrupulous acts;

Acts that have befallen me,

Leaving my mind even more fragmented.

Instead of helping me collect my pieces,

They've scattered my pieces even more;

I was strewn about and incomplete

How could they have taken this role...?

The role of decency they couldn't even fulfill!!!

Mortally wounded by a role abused,

I was unable to receive the help I needed;

Unable to display a completed puzzle,

The empty spaces were filled with madness;

Madness that went forth into the world....

Shane P

Copyright © 2011

The Abusive Hands of Neglect

Beating hands thunderously smack

Against the flesh of a newborn;

It seems any chance he'll surely lack

Emerging in a body that's war torn.

Born into this he was cursed to be;

It seems no blessings he'd ever see.

Before one year, he's inched to death;

He'd almost breath his last breath.

Internal blood gushed around

Inside the battered baby;

His psyche issues were abound,

Seizing hold of the baby.

Born into this he was cursed to be;

It seems no blessings he'd ever see.

Before one year, he's inched to death;

He'd almost breath his last breath.

Returning to where he first saw light,

He's once again with strangers.

Their gifted hands made him right,

But couldn't keep him from dangers.

Born into this he was cursed to be;

It seems no blessing he'd ever see.

Before one year, he's inched to death;

He'd almost breath his last breath.

Shane P

Copyright © 2011

What is man?

What is man?

Is the most propose questions ever asked

So... who is he

To be respectful of

To be honored, admired – loved

Look upon as

Husbands, fathers

Brothers & friends

TO be provider, teacher, the protector

Of the garden

Is he to be just

Charitable, benevolent

Consistent with being sincere while

Upholding the dignity

Of his very existence

Is it we ( you & I)

Who actually exemplify the qualification of man

Hmmm... I ponder

As we allow ourselves to be dictated

By our uncontrolled passions

So blindly we are

Obsessed with our image

For we're so self – conscious

Are we not vain

Caught up in an illusion – the game

Cee, Its all a game we play

Seeking the glory, its fame

Living an pernicious life

Driven by greed

You know, a condition we fantasize for

The power, the wealth and the conquest of her

Yes! Beautiful her

“The World”

Queen of humanity

Though we abused, mistreat

As if she isn't the mother of we

Mother of man

So who is man?

That neglect the moment of defining self

for we masquerade out inner feelings

Ignoring the voice within

Such foolish pride

Believing the man don't

Cry tears nor should be sensitive

Damn!!!

We're so out of touch with self

The actions of our soul

Misguided of the lack of knowledge we

Possess of self

Know man was created in the light of Greatness

Created King the Thinker

Sustainer of his fate

Yes! Man is

To be respectful, honorable, dependable

Modest

Honest to himself & others

Man has integrity, dignity

He's trustworthy of his innate duty

Purpose – goals & aspirations

Man is phenomenal

Inspirational one

Who encourage the best in others

He is triumphant in his actions

Persistent, passionate

Fuel by persevering' thru life

Continuous struggles

Yes! Man is

Steadfast in his belief

Stand firm in his faith...

“This is Man”---

Sean H.B

Copyright © 2011

Fireplace in my heart

I wanted you to know

That your portrait hangs over

The fireplace in my heart

I go there often

When you're not around

I sit and I stare at the

Beauty of your heavenly design

I love it there

I feel a warm and secure comfort

In these timeless moments

Hours may pass by

And I will never even notice.

Wakeel

Copyright © 2011