Haiku No. 19 – How much time do you spend searching for intangible truths?

🌀Haiku 19 – The Intangible

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How much time do we spend searching for the intangible truths? What is it that will actually bring you peace?

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Depression & Choice

🌀Haiku 18 – Despair, Choice.

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The complicated way free will is threaded between hope, depression, life and death.

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Do we really choose anything?

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Haiku No.14 – Faded

Haiku No.14🌀- Faded

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Another non traditional one 🤓 there are many moments in life that leave you feeling ‘faded’ – Drinking is often the worse solution to the problem. Luckily I’ve never used alcohol in this way. However, it doesn’t mean you’re immune to feelings of regret or longing whilst under the influence.

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That isn’t the poems only meaning, my work is always multilayered 🤓so delve in as deep as you can handle!

Just For Me – Haiku No.13

🌀Haiku No.13 – Just For Me

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Went with another non traditional Haiku. I find it hard to limit myself to just poems about nature, so i used a song to help inspire this one. Can you guess which one?

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What do you think is the meaning of this Haiku?

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The Futility of Beauty

🌀Haiku No.10 – The Futility Of Beauty

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This is another of those poetic pieces, with multiple meanings/metaphors/analogies. What does this poem say to you? Let me know, discussions are fun! 🤓

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🔳Mirror mirror on the wall…🔳

The Dying Planet & The Prince

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The Dying Planet

Starlight, pass me not.

Starlight, silver fingers stretching across black consciousness in reach.

Starlight, a feel of loss.

Starlight, glitter beyond abyss, tides of time will reach the hopeless beach.

 

The Prince

Kill, I tried – soaked the earth with my pride.

Again nothing came, spirit ablaze – the level reached, just the same.

Kill, I died – my race I couldn’t save, dwindled in size.

Again, life replenished anew, legendary form – but nothing was the same.

Recoil did my appetite – disgust, in broiled were the fallen ones – in rust.

Of skill, of mind, of everything in time – dishonour, it’s nigh, higher level, must climb.

The God of end – our fates were bent, this power is true, a lake – tranquil and blue.

 

By Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh


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