This one I made last March 2002.

Haiku is the appreciation of the little things, delighting in the small moments that occur. Words that pithily paint a picture, capturing a moment in time. These are my pitiful attempts of a misused and most misunderstood form of poetry.

I slept in the morning to find out I was awake to the noise of the tower how it was his hour when the world will see his power like a eclispse in the moon then the earth will shake for his peoples sake and some will be put in to the fiery lake to die as they do not want to serve him but they would rather fight especilally in his sight but they do not know they are in his time of awakening I see a lot of hatening even dough some may feel like he’s gone in his rest but he’s still on his quest to put some on his best list he looks down and feels not impressed by these ones as cons in his name and to steal his fame but he has already awakened from his place and has his taste of the good of bad and the news is sad and he will come with showers of blessings for his people and a time of release and peace and they will eat good and live good in the time of his rest and anything they bequest he will give because it is is awakening.

Am I alone in my "craziness"?

Raking the depths of the bottomless pit.

In a household somewhere amongst the mountains…

"I don’t know" is a very healthy state of mind.

A mystical and magical awakening.

The journey from darkness to light is always fascinating. My poetry on how it feels on being there.

It is not just important to get out of bed every dawn, but must do it with a useful purpose. Planning for the day is a humble way to move towards great achievements.