Blowing bubbles - Falcon T© original haiku 2011

bubbles blowing by
beautiful brush of colors
floating in the sky

touching me inside
I can't believe such beaty
is just made to pop

dip your stick in soap
don't mean to bust you're bubble
cannot keep it whole

fata morgana
chase the elusive bubble
get soap in your eyes

One Frame Fairytale - Falcon T© original haiku 2011

Sometimes the world looks like a fairytale.
With beautiful skies, and ships that had shipwrecked and died ages ago.
But that was then..
Why do some still see these sights?

Or is this just how the rest of the world looks at it?
Blindsighted by a happy upbringing and no bad experiences.

Or perhaps a coping mechanisme pretending the world looks like this,
so you don't have to open your eyes for the real world.

I've seen the world in all it's beauty and ugliness,
unlike most, I don't feel like giving up.
I feel it's just a test, there is no justice nor equality,
no fairness at all, but if we don't stop this downfall now, who will?

start utopia
let us make our fairytale
we are the heroes

stop the pretending
things are not how they might seem
but they could be though

we cannot give up
it is not in us to quit
while we can still win

I don't beg for help
I'm making utopia
you're all invited