The past is a novel I'm working on , revising , rewriting , and discarding .

The future is a perfect Haiku I've yet to corrupt

I yearn for things
that I desire,
and to these thoughts
at the end of the night,
it forever keeps me up
beneath the clouded
and desolate sky

I can't help but,
to grasp
the glimmering
dewdrops of the sky

in the end,
we're all alone tonight

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Move      U    and    D
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Move it all           
   
      d       n
A                   u
       r      o
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D
          
                                
S~h~A~k~e    

Your hands 
            n
             d        Your feet 

                        ....................
Put one foot !                  !
                       !      IN        !
                       !...................!
and  one foot    OUT 

Then MOVE them all about
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  ONE          Step        RIGHT
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TFEL          PETS               ENO

& Cha Cha real SMOOTH

It's the continual
opening of the
eyes that disappoints,
not that sleep brings peace,
but it's the momentary
reprieve from life's
clenched fist, and
it's ruthless apathy.

Life is a toss of
the coin,
a roll of the dice.
Often, it's snake eyes.
As a kid, I always
thought that everything
would be alright.
Now I see the
randomness of
it all.

I'm always trying to
get back to Eden.
Sometimes, the
dreamer in me
forgets the futility.
The banishment is
forever.