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Haiku & Eastern

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once, twice the stone skips  on the quiet lake's surface  and sinks unnoticed
I wrote a haiku  have forgotten how many  syllables oneis supposed tousein suchthings.
The rhythm dances  Keeping in tune with my heart  The beat moves faster
Raine,  Heads,  Shadow,   
Phantom of sand,  Ruler of flames,  Assailant of shadows,   
Wanderer of the desert sands,  Wanderer of the dark world,  Wanderer of the shadows,   
My brother,  And the brother's of my brother,  And brothers of me,   
So when the time comes,  Let us take up arms,  And defend our brothers and people we love with all our might.
Feel the heat,  Feel the fire,  As the lord of flames walks this way,   
The cold beat of his boots,  The icy demented stare,  As the flames grow higher,   
No bloodlust,  No rage,  But a flaming crave for battle,   
Bloodied sword in hand,  He walks the dark land of fire,  Training for the day...  
 
When the DK's incite a revolution,  Against their cursed fate.   
He is Heads,  The "Phoenix Angel"
Down the vault of blue,  
Infinite earthbound jewels  Die from spring's virtue.
Since the sacred words  Aligned to form a sentence  My breath is stolen
The world run amok  Civilization aflame  Nothing left but ash
Person in my dreams  Shrouded in a veil of mist  Tell me who you are!
The Pounding Music  The Bishonen singing loud  Oh how I love the Gazette  They are very prettyful
quick puff take a drag  smoke inside a paperbag  sing me an old song   
nude and close caress  please wear that paper black dress  I cant wait too long   
let that wild sun in  to dance on a citrus sin  neon lights aren't wrong   
take me to that happy land  folded bills hourglass sand  a beach all along
Food is sleep and sleep  Is food What nourishes is  always for the good
Shout a rebel yell!  Listen to the lyrics scream,  Turn the volume up.
Melodic voices,  Words that drift through time and space.  Twang of the guitar.
Sweet, pure and simple.  One true voice breaks free from noise.  Happiness unplugged.
Heavy bass line thrums,  Demonic voices whisper,  Darkness sucks you in.
Hell-bound rifts roaring,  Dynamite voices explode,  Drums, out of control.
In early autumn  The alert fox walked, quiet,  Through the shades of gold.   
The Satyr followed,  Coming from the den they share,  Keeping with his pace.   
Stopping at the stream,  They watched the rainbows forming.  Beautiful water.   
Sat she by his side.  As the slow-paced morning moved,  Warming the both up.   
As brilliant leaves fell  His gentle hand took hers. There...  A whispered promise.

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