Seasonal Haiku No. 8

Wednesday, March 20th, 2013 UTC

white army retreats
virescent blades are brandished
damask tears trickle

A solemn question

Thursday, October 6th, 2011 UTC

23. What motivates you in life?

Aww well, this is sort of a solemn question, so I’ll do my best to answer in kind.

What motivates me in earnest is wanting to be a good person. Wanting to take advantage of everything we’ve been given. If I think about the fact that we’re standing on forty thousand generations of thinking men and women who have carried and expanded our consciousness to where it is now… I like science, so I also think about how we’re standing on fourteen billion years of evolution from the moment the whole universe was as big as speck of dust, and now for the first time in our planet, a living being can study and realize this.

It all really humbles me. I want to do my part to honor this ancestry, and contribute what I can. To me, that’s what being a good person means. I think the best contribution is goodwill, happiness, and peace. I think it would be great if all those billions of years could culminate in a conscious harmony.

But, it’s just so amazing to me that we have a head at all, so I use my mind the best I can, learning new things always. The same with art, and everything else. So that’s what motivates me.

I want success of course – notoriety, wealth, approval – everyone does. But they’re just accessories, the icing for the cake. In high school I could never get myself to actually work to a goal like “get good grades” because it felt empty. It’s not the end that matters, it’s the reason… And the reason should always be love.

Morning ritual

Monday, November 8th, 2010 UTC

morning ritual:
sloth is drowned quickly
in a dark puddle.

Dark incantation

Monday, November 8th, 2010 UTC

bitter potation
that will swiftly raise the dead;
dark incantation.

Bitter aftertaste

Monday, November 8th, 2010 UTC

bitter aftertaste
concealed behind fruity tones;
affair of the heart.

Cup of poison

Monday, November 8th, 2010 UTC

a cup of poison,
sipped a mouthful at a time
—to the bitter end.

Gulp of fury

Monday, November 8th, 2010 UTC

a gulp of fury,
anger slithers down the throat
—bitter fumes swing by.

Seasonal Haiku No. 7

Wednesday, June 16th, 2010 UTC

a sultry zephyr
caresses wanton grasses—
sun’s quenchless desire

Seasonal Haiku No. 6

Saturday, March 20th, 2010 UTC

a soft susurrus
precedes wild euphoria
after a cold spell

Seasonal Haiku No. 5

Monday, December 21st, 2009 UTC

barren scenery—
virescent reminiscence;
gelid, biting cold.