Spy

He walked among these shadows

in brightest day unseen–

such smiles do well enough

to put pursuers off.

Look like them,

they don’t know you if your skin

does not differ in its shade.

Each day, a mask

identity is wearing

it’s getting old and getting fast

but every day is one more

challenge for the lies.

Twist it, turn it, toss it all about–

a lie is but another word

when cast into the wind.

If they do not have the sense to see

then he has every right to be.

Crocodile tears

as the pendulum swings–

his time will one day come

but one day is another day

and Time

all too relative

to a life that never was

and ever has been.

The First of a Trilogy

Today, I believe I’m going to go for the short-but-sweet method of writing. I am proud to say three Haikus will be making their appearance today. Not my normal stuff, but it’s nice to change it up every now and then. Normally I have such trouble ceasing the flow and restricting it to such a level, but I was of a mood last night and these were what came of it. I hope you all enjoy:

Bring on the thunder;

The gathering cloud and storm

Bares the soul to all.