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.

https://twitter.com/awlasky/status/762297512283648001

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.

https://twitter.com/awlasky/status/762669693140283393

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.