A Series of Contemplations

I
Outside on the street
The gospel choir rings out
Melodies that heal

II
Hearing the crackles
Of sweet-sour expressions.
Confusion is now.

III
Conform to pressures
Of modern worlds and pop soaps.
Basically empty.

IV
Syd’s out of it now.
Dictating incoherence
While strumming the chord.

V
The flames of passion
Blinds the girl into thinking
That she has found love

VI
A call to something
Popular, rocking hip, raw
Different from norm

VII
Laughing at your foe
Standing before dogs of war
Like those scrolling games

VIII
Shrouded in the room,
Fooled by intoxication
He asked, “Who am I?”

IX
In snow-capped mountains
Children of pure, senseless rage
Makes the masses laugh

X
Cries of broken hearts
Promises and vows gave way
Improvement unknown

XI
Losing your freedom
Sacrificing by the Styx
For a woman’s love.

XII
Resist depression,
Find yourself in your own rut.
Pick up the pieces

XIII
The sound of church bells
Easter celebration ends
I walk on my way


Date of First Draft: around April and May 1999
Information: At one point it was written under the pseudonym “William O. Essex” for the Zeal/blur mailing list. This poem was the only accepted to the Scribe (out of the twenty-three other candidates). However, Scribe published haikus I, V, VI, VIII, IX, XIII and renamed them accordingly.
Influence/Annotations:

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