Hourglass - Falcon T© original haiku 2011

a broken hourglass
leaking away precious time
like sand in the wind

am I the hourglass
or am I a grain of sand
powerlessly bound

real time is precious
only used when time is right
to keep it's essence

reclection of light
can make sand look like pure gold
makes dreams from nightmares

all doubt is futile
life and death situations
are too uncommon

spare your excuses
give me your life and your death
we'll paint together

in a pitchblack cave
a painting can look awesome
but light gives it life

Bathtub Of Love - Falcon T© original haiku 2011

this one is based purely on the first thought of the picture:

sit in the water
the warmth consumes you in awe
radiating you

this one kinda just came up with the bathtub in mind but i doubt you could guess the train of thought i had when I wrote it:

you cherish your face
you take care of your body
I love the outcome

it means: i'm glad you don't use make up
you look great, but also could mean: you like taking baths
I like you..

stating the comforting feeling of the bath:

take off all your clothes
now step into the water
leave dark thoughts behind

dual: the feeling of the bath but then in love with a particular girl in mind
or just wittiness about a bath:

every time we meet
I feel so comfortably
stepping in the heat

means just how it sounds:

let me in your life
step into my bath of love
meaningful embrace

Tree of Life - Falcon T© original haiku 2011

What if a tree, would resemble me, who around me, would be what exactly?

would my family be the roots, keeping me steady?
would my friends be the branches, reaching for glisful bliss?
would I be the trunk, supporting the whole bunch?

and what kind of tree would I be?

would i be a birch? growing too many branches at once, so they break..

I desire to be an oak, never growing out of pace, always making the right decisions, never hasting, but never stopping either.

and maybe, just maybe, i'd be able to carry a thimble little wood nymph, a thousand years through time..

Who would I have been
if the world had been a tree
I was not the crown

getting all the light
easily growing swiftly
always fresh and green

I was not the branch
nourished by the leaves and roots
giving them support

I would be that twig
with a single leaf attached
without direct light

that keeps on growing
on character daily
til he sees the light