The Wanderer

Traveler, purveyor, discerner, conveyer

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A Harassment Haiku

Men who act like pricks

Oblivious to their tricks

That make women sick

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A Harassment Haiku

Men who act like pricks

Oblivious to their tricks

That make women sick

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To see the truth is to stop speaking nonsense

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The Wanderer turned 4 today!

And in the silence since this online birth there exists an encyclopedia of words awaiting the awakening of an unknown day.  How easy and tempting to say what we think we mean; how challenging to truly perceive that meaning within the anticipation of words as yet unspoken.  To be captivated by that with which we are not yet certain is to revere the voice of silence.

The Wanderer

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To Be Consumed - a Haiku

Make your cravings clear

your tastes in search of pleasure

where-in I’m consumed

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non-linear compassion - a Haiku

giving of yourself less for yourself than for those who journey with you

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non-linear actions - a Haiku

engage not because you want to but because the world depends on you

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non-linear thinking - a Haiku

begin not where you left off but where the end began to undo you

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That Which Matters - a Haiku

Having touched

in reality

this dream come true

cannot

be denied

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The Soul

so bold in it’s silent ways

turns months into memories

and years into days

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Bend to Become - a Haiku

Facing a strong wind

braced by flexibility

storms become your way

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When Again - a Haiku

What more can I say

after all this time and space

I still crave your face

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To Hell With Pretense - a Haiku

So very tired of

Dealing with imitations

Fuck it, lets get real

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Sublime the pastry

of circumspection washed down

with a cup of joe

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Running Out of Words - a Haiku

Twelve syllables left

hungry hands...reaching for you

will this be enough

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The Morning After - a Haiku

Sublime the pastry

of circumspection washed down

with a cup of joe

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Inspired - a Haiku

When you smile I sing

Songs I did not know I knew

Words turned into birds