Lyrical Musings

The theme switcher is fixed (actually I’m using a new one: Theme Switcher Reloaded) and with it comes some playing with widgets which is the reason anything might look odd, if indeed it does. Widgets seem to be a pretty cool solution to doing everything manually, especially across several themes so I’ll be playing with them for a while.

No, actually the quirks are part of me upgrading WordPress and validating the site. (=

Also, the Theme Switcher plugin is being grumpy so you cannot automatically switch themes. After clicking the theme name, you’ll need to then click the Home link to set the new theme.

There is a local haiku contest going on and I’d like to participate. Entrants can send up to 4 haiku. Please review the haiku here and vote for your favourite!

Also, one more haiku for your enjoyment and consideration:

“All you need is love”
The Beatles sang years ago
Today it’s still true

a familiar tune plays in the back of her mind
a song from a far away place and a far away time
and though she cannot places its name
she knows it, hums along anyway

she can try but inside she knows
she’ll never forget all her sorrows
hidden from thought, they always reappear
next time, she vows, to bury them deeper

a soft, sumer scent carried on the breeze
and his mind becomes ill at ease
wrapped up tightly in a lover’s embrace
he barely remembers her angel’s face

he can try but inside he knows
he’ll never forget all his sorrows
hidden from site, they always reappear
next time, he bows, to bury them deeper

a lone shot rings out someone in the dark
so abrupt it nearly stops his hear
his pulse quickens and his vision turns red
a memory of one who should still be dead

he can try but inside he knows
he’ll never forget all his sorrows
in the middle of the night, they always reappear
next kill, he vows, he’ll bury him deeper

you can try but inside you know, I know
we can never forget our sorrows
hidden as they may be
they come back to haunt me
never knowing then they’ll reappear
next time, I vow, I’ll bury them deeper

to wake up next to you
your familiar weight pressing against me
reminding me of your presence
and, somehow, reassuring me of your love
is the best of all dreams

thunder and lightning
booming and flashing at two
lovers orgasm

love is blind they say
but my eyes see you clearly
as never before

I wrote the majority of these at work out of boredom in a matter of minutes. I think I have a knack for this sort of thing. I always found myself able to be formulaically creative and that is exactly what haiku is.

curled up in a ball
fluffy love in orange and white
purring in content

darkened lips and eyes
cynical and beautiful
so this is gothic

he died on the cross
for our immoral lifestyle
how can you forget?

picture perfect scene
of deep blues and curly q’s
my little sister

descended from space
destructive yet cute and blue
who doesn’t love stitch?

vocal cords are stretched
emitting a perfect note
angles sing along

she appears again
blushing red and short of breath
wonder where she’s been?

ink stains on paper
art, some say but I don’t see
I’ll stick to portraits

symphonies will play
works of beloved Mozart
he will go unmatched

green boughs bend downward
reaching to the ground below
too many winters

a young bride looks up
as her young groom says “I do”
will this be the one?

the pursuit of love
neverending fairytale
I don’t believe it

the wind blows my hair
across my eyes and I don’t
see you standing there

mother used to say
men chased their little white balls
she never liked golf

distant shores do call
my heart yearns for them once more
so very far away

white tipped waves rise up
and crash down upon the beach
devastatingly

hot summer nights are for
sleepless lovers embracing
one another’s heart

a story of love
triumphing over evil
reunited souls

three years, seven days
six hours, forty one nights
until I am free

roaming hands across
the landscape of my body
all of me is yours

ladies of the world
with hearts and minds both broken
you will love again

green eyes peering out
onto a cold gruesome world
does hope yet exist?

bubbles rising up
to roll across the surface
time to add noodles

thunder claps above
an ominous sign that he
is coming for us

hearts beating as one
while we lie together here
love is such a rush

dark hair falls astray
as a charming smile disarms
will you marry me?

polar bears will drown
as ice continues to melt
global warming: death

thunder and lightning
crashing and striking as two
lovers orgasm

moistened flesh awaits
sensed heightened to the max
touch me with your love

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we lay motionless beneath the stars
where i told you of my deepest scars
I wanted to flea or cower in shame
but you remained and took it all in
you stayed, still, when I ventured into darker, deeper territory
my blood an cold as I waited,
the shadows dancing across your skin
and obscuring any traces of what lay within
so scared was I, I could have wept
but you remained and took it all in
my hair you caressed
my tears you wiped away
I could smell your aftershave as you leaned in
and your lips tasted sweet
you stilled my racing heart with a touch
and gently pulled yourself inside my shell
I showed you all the layers beneath
piece by piece, bit by bit
the walls came down
slowly at first
and then it seemed as though my life were careening
a roller coaster out of control
out of my control
falling apart faster than I could comprehend
but you remained and took it all in
you held me close as tear started anew
and in those moments
I knew I would drown
but your mouth met mine once again
and there was air
I breathed again
I breathed you in
and I know that you would remain
and take it all in

scratch
not much
just enough to draw
the blood
again, not much
just enough to know I’m
alive
ice
to number the burning pain
but it stings instead
the flesh
swollen and red
just enough to remind
me that the pain is real
just enough to make me
feel
just enough to make me
hurt

-myself

-just

-enough

-to know

I-

breathe-

just enough
to do it all
again (not much)