The World According to My Son

The living room is to heavy,
I cannot pick it up.
The wheels turn, oh they turn!
But mommy, where do I start?
Is it a good word Ive recorded?
What does it mean?
If it makes sense it must be ok.
If I can do it, I should.
Mommy, Im not bad,
I love you.

Thoughts of Now

Feelings, floating, untouchable,
the world around me desolves.
Coping is no longer an option for us,
we must choose now.
The world is fading from my dreams,
only the hauntings of the future.
What does it all mean?
I cant tell if the light is at the end,
of if its a train,
am I to meet my end?
Saving people from themselves,
from time, and fate.
I dont know how to save myself.
I dont know how to start.
The distant fate of my dreams calls,
leading me on, leading me on.

The Walk

Taking a walk
down the road of life
feeling all of
the pain and strife

Wander her and
wander there
ever learning that
life isnt fair

Keeping the night
and all of the day
painfully move on
walking the way

Not knowing up
from yet another down
watching the sun set
as the world frowns.

Adventures in Haiku!

dryly purring wives
rising, gusting mean monstrous
leaf reddening chimes

blowing dove flows, on
luminous dragon dozes, ship
drinks fitfully, deep

pears scurry, sailfish
flailing, braying childhood squeaks
dejected stags jump