Monday, August 8, 2016

Dark Horizons



I am a dark creature, given to murder and mayhem in my writings. Of late, my daily offerings of Haiku have become heartfelt and hopeful – almost cheery. A sentiment that I fear will overtake me, if I allow it.
To avoid that happening, I have decided to balance my efforts and consciously assure I include some bad with the good.
Currently, I'm gleaning Haiku from my last two – almost three – years of daily postings to offer a collection of what my Twitter Friends have begun to call "One for the Book" – a phrase actually employed by two of them (both lost, perhaps, to this earthly realm and to whom this collection will be dedicated).
Concurrently, I will be gathering a collection of my darker works into an offering of "Dark Horizons". In this effort, I will not be censored, nor will I pander to those who would label such darkness as evil.
I do not consider myself as evil. I am a glass-half-empty person. I always have been. I wear no rose-colored glasses. I am drawn to balance the scales, perhaps tilt them away from a Pollyanna leaning.
Also, I full-well believe there is more of the dark in life than the light. And that is my prerogative – as I would allow the Pollyannas theirs.
I also allow that we may co-exist, but I eschew all attempts at conversion. I am Charlie (Je Suis Charlie). I have a right to exist and express myself as I will and I will defy to the death all such attempts at censorship.

This started it (thought to be too macabre, putting my spirit and soul in jeopardy)  – actually I think it is rather benign:

Baleful Sounds: A Haiku 
(posted on Twitter 8/7/16)
For whom does the dove
Upon my windowsill mourn?
I'd not have it me.

Comment: If I shall not die this day, then I needs must do something.


Today followed by:

The First: A Haiku
I am Lilith. I
Am creature of the night, man's
Equal and his bane.

Comment: …and I will not be shamed into declaring otherwise.


and:

Acquiescence: A Haiku
I have become but
Complacent, spreading good cheer
Where blood, tears abound.



Comment: I am on a tear today. Hate censorship in any form – even good intentions!
I seem to have prostituted my craft. I must return to my leanings!
https://twitter.com/awlasky/status/762677617820434432


There, I feel better now. I may embrace, as I will, the good and the bad. I will drink the wine to the halfway mark and consider the vessel half-empty, as again is my wont.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

No Excuses 2016






No Excuses: A Haiku
All being equal,
I am my own limit; I
Would be limitless.

That there are no excuses, no reasons for my past limitations, doesn't help a rat's a** in the present. I should have overcome them long ago. Then I wouldn't find myself in my current limited situation.

I have nearly always taken the path of least resistance – gone the easier way – avoided conflict – you know – followed the yellow brick road with few consequences, except that I have never achieved my potential.

If I can leave any word of wisdom the younger genereations might find useful, it is this: Talent and potential will yield you nothing. Working hard toward concrete goals will allow even the tiniest of talents and ambitions to blossom.

I did not learn this from my mother. She had none. I did not pass it on to my children; I didn't know how. Now, I have limited time to use it for myself.

I would love to know that someone might benefit from my advice. It all sounds so hollow and trite, but it is what it is – a desperate attempt to reach out and kick someone in the a** and redeem myself.

I would at least know that I inspired someone to reach his or her potential.


Now, before it's never –
Follow your bliss!