Down under
Where the storm is dry and the rent is low
Where children play with guns
Aiming at others in the world below
Down there 
Is where I met my lesson
The one I have yet to graduate from 
A harsh one for me, but a no-brainer to some.
A lesson taught by the society of greed
Of ego and the world down under
Where devils are wearing human faces
And god remains only as a wonder
I missed the top of the class and now I am running behind
And they don't hand out any passes here for being kind
The cruelty of some is a trouble I have yet to endure
But I haven't given up hope for finding a cure
I'm a student of the life above and the life below
I will learn this lesson though it may appear slow:
That devils are not made in history books but rather in dreams
And that those two fictions are two of the same, so it seems.
***

I don't know the meaning of Haikus, but they're trendy AF. 
Here are three Haikus (5-7-5) written by a curious new haiku explorer (me!) who don't know enough of the rules to break them but will attempt to do so regardless. (A rebel is a rebel is a rebel!)

'An angry tulip
In protest, did not blossom -
It remained angry'
***
'A shiny bright star
Twinkles above a rooftop
Staying 'till morning'
***
'The boat is sinking
And with it - a drunk captain:
It drank the ocean'
***

Greetings gypsy,

You've crossed seas
You traveled through time
You walked through security
And dreaded those lines

Your passport is torn at its corner
Your suitcase is ripped
You were labeled 'a foreigner' 
Even when you lived on a ship.

You met with remarkable people
Even fell in love with a few 
And everywhere you went 
You were always 'that jew'

Some fought for you, 
And some - for your demise
But you've made it, dear gypsy,
Maybe due to your guise

And what will you teach us?
An old traveling soul
That through wars and persecution
Rose up ten feet tall?

"I am no different 
Than the girl next door.
If you peek at our insides:
We are one at our core

Fear not of us gypsies
Traveling nearby
Start by waving hello
And/or saying goodbye"

'Till we meet again
On land or at sea
Farewell, dear gypsy
Thanks for teaching me.
***

Tell me child,
Do you see the ocean in your tears?
Are there rainbows in your puddles?
When you go to sleep at night, do you dream in fairytales?
Do Peter, Tinkerbell and Elsa meet up for tea in your heart?
Is a unicorn dancing in the palm of your hand?

~ Imagination knows no bounds
Not in the mind of a child ~

***
​How swiftly things change.

Like the sun rising in an instant, 
Like a baby crying as it sees the light of day
Like a plant browning when it yearns for water. 

Things change and then they change again
To the facade of normalcy
         Of the conventional
                   Of knowledge
                              Of safety
 
Oh, when will we crave the unknown,
            and the subtle,
                            and the silence between words?

We post our trophies and call ourselves humble 
We speak of mindfulness and don't mind our own business
We yearn for success but don't ever wonder what it truly is for us.
Our book of face bears no face at all,
And our instagram only lives for an instant
And our small talks are hardly ever more than... small.

If I lost you, it is okay.
I lost myself in the chase of my own festival:
Where I can be seen
            And heard
                       And loved
                                 And cared for
                                           And never alone
Oh, never alone. 

But now I know, that I don't know a thing.
And that when one is seen -
             It doesn't mean they aren't alone
And when one is unseen -
             It doesn't mean that they are.

It truly is simple - this story of life.
We make it more than what it is, because it is a wonder we cannot understand
A magic that we'll never know the trick of.
So we craft,
          And tell,
                     And write
                                 And convince others of our sanity

But all we know for sure is NOTHING
And all we ever go to is NOWHERE
And that's okay. 
           That's okay. 
                     That's okay. 
                             That's okay
Because it can't be anything else. 
***

Take a seat 
In the world of tomorrow
For a moment:

Disappear into a dream 
Of how life could be
When there are no boundaries 
And no borders,
When people see like children;
With infinite innocence
And endless giggle. 

Take a seat
In the world of tomorrow
And watch it all unfold:

The wrinkles will deepen
But the heart will widen.
The body will break
But the soul will expand.
The moments will shorten
But they will get better.
​
You will get better, my friend.
Such is the way of the world of tomorrow.
If it is not better - it is not tomorrow. 

Sing us a lullaby -
For the days that passed
And the ones that have left us 
Who are asleep at last.

Sing us a lullaby -
For the tiresome helpers
Who despite the chaos
served as protectors.

Sing us a lullaby -
For the song that has died
And with it a dream
Of harmonious life.

Sing us a lullaby -
For the friends who are gone
And the love that we cherish
That we must carry on.

Sing us a lullaby -
That we shall always remember
One that pinches the heart
And will stay with us - forever. 

​
*Today, there are recorded 2.48 million deaths worldwide due to the Covid 19 virus.
This poem is in memoriam to those millions of lives lost, their heroes and their loved ones.*

A cup of coffee,
A window sill,
A cat purring on my lap,
And a wind so loud it breaks my heart piece by piece.

The wind has come down on the entire world
With its horror and its ravaging madness.
It is angry. 
It is frightened.
It has been ignored for so long
It's now fueled with vengeance.

My cup of coffee is spilling drop by drop,
The window is shaking out of its core,
And the cat shrieks, afraid.
The wind has come down on us like fire,
And even a mighty fire can't save us now. 

I remember more innocent times,
When coffee was hot enough,
And windows stayed in place,
And cats slept all day.

I remember when the wind didn't bother us so much,
When it was building its resentment,
Because we didn't understand it.
We didn't understand her.
Did we ever try to? 

And while we blame the non believers -
It was US who saw the wind,
And let it boil.
It was US who used our plastic,
And tossed it out.
It was US who didn't want to change,
And who are now changed for good.

How will this story of a trillion pieces end? 
Or is it only its beginning? 
The beginning of detention,
When we all become better beings and better humans,
And habits are suddenly gone,
With their cattle,
And their pain.
When we all live happily ever after
Like fairytales that don't exist.

How will this story end?
I wonder. 
I wonder as I drink my cup of coffee
in nothing else but a to-go cup.

​Hypocrite.