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

Girl in a field - Falcon T© original haiku 2011

keep looking away
I want to take a picture
your face ruins it

go stand in that field
I do love your cellulite
but not in this shot

put on a red dress
you do look better in blue
but i need contrast

I really love you
not up close and personal
but from a distance

go enjoy the view
and I will enjoy my view
from right over here

8 random words - Falcon T© original haiku 2011

pull for a rabbit
sometimes you get a monkey
out of that big hat

a whistle of wind
sand between my toes and ass
chilling on the beach

hanging from a vine
swinging from tree to treetop
down in the jungle

sometimes it hits me
I wish I was coconut
so i could be tough

out on safari
to see the wild animals
in a bigger cage

where silence prevails
and night is at the darkest
music is heaven

throw it all you want
that banana will not fly
not without some wings

story of my life
just when I get fired up
i'm already done

dog versus elephant

if life was about being the best,
which species would have done better?

was it perhaps the dog,
that befriended the humans
like no other animal had achieved?

or was it the elephant,
that would certainly kill any dog
and any human in single combat?

if we look at survival through numbers,
then dog certainly has the upperhand,
being the most kept pet in many a home.
It most certainly wouldn't have been
this succesful without this symbiosis.

Elephant decided to find this symbiosis
with little birds and be the dominant species,
where dogs definitely chose to play a submissive role.

What does this teach the children?
Do we tell them to learn from this
to sometimes be like water and sometimes like a rock,
sometimes like an elephant and sometimes like a dog.
That life is to find out when and where to be what,
and that the right choice, sometimes can still be wrong?

Or do we keep there ignorant bliss?
Letting them live a lie, filling there head with pretty stories?
which is to be prefered?

enough talk about the questions this picture raises in my mind.

Haiku:

the white snowflakes fall
while dog and elephant play
in the new twilight

dog and elephant
are sizing eachother up
for the snowballfight

somebody must die
the elephant or the dog
painter or the snow



but what if I was born in summer?

In the spring of life
the waiting is on summer
but then comes autumn

Seven Haiku - Falcon T© original haiku 2011

the notes of this song
take me to it's origin
back in jamaica

look through the glass
instead of at the window
to see it's beauty

underneith it all
there is a silver lining
to see through the pain

to want maximum
with a minimum input
not a wordy cause

the pen hits paper
and leaves it's intended mark
a masters omen

does he want quarters
when he begs for change
often I wonder

try to look less deep
into that nights glass of yours
and take it easy

Falcon T - The Aftermath © original haiku 2011

Eventhough this looks like one large poem, and the verses seem coherent with eachother, they are only so because i put them in that order..

Getting back my work
manuscript in envelop
the rejection hurts

a tiny post-it
said some things some nice some not
not meant for my eyes

I did not read it
after they had sent it back
all pages were blank

I'm writing fresh now
a page has been turned around
I have no more past

my eyes wide open
it's just a matter of speech
I look and I see