A (wise) man of two faces
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The wylds of nature
remain a stone’s throw away,
off the beaten path.

The Wanderer

Red, Black
Platinum, Blue
Why’d Johnnie cross the road?
We’ll never know, but what he found
tastes great.

Naviarhaiku 036



This poem is the thirty-sixth experiment of Naviar Haiku. Participants are to complete the task by Wednesday 17th September: compose and post a track inspired by this haiku poem on Naviar’s Soundcloud group Naviar Laboratory (https://soundcloud.com/groups/naviar-laboratory)

Haiku poem by

A (wise) man of two faces (http://deuscain.tumblr.com)

Picture by

Patrick McDonald (https://www.flickr.com/photos/pat_mcdonald)

Naviar Haiku featured one of my poems for their project.  Please check out their awesome Tumblr and the songs inspired by the poetry therein.


Indigo night sky,
you see such scandalous sights,
you blush a deep plum.


You talk a good game,
but I’ve seen you unguarded.
I know your true face.

Champion in chains

Because you’re brave
you think you can save
the weary and weak,
but the quest that you seek
will make you a slave.

Drum circle

The thunder and heat,
the reverberating beat -
echoes of Summer.

Solomon’s Temple

The king sits alone
upon his throne,
the burden of the crown
weighing him down
like a circlet of stone.


A crouching stillness
unspoken conversation
self-study project.


The breeze feels so good,
blowing swarthy ocean air
'cross my parched heart.


The storm rages
like an angry god;
drops of Jupiter
hammering the world.

New gods lie
in temples and churches.
Old gods dwell
in the heart of the storm.

They rage
and break upon the world.
They roar
and the very sky trembles.

They rage and roar
and laugh and cry
and bridge the gap
between man and storm.


Each and every day
I do the exact same thing,
chuckling softly.

Spring night in the rain

this sensation,
soft, warm, and prickling…
I wonder if this is what love
feels like…


Graceful in the dark
I cannot see your face but
I can see you dance.


Seasons come and go,
April showers make way for
returning flowers.