Haiku

Black cat, orange spots:
runs through the night, eats your soul,
has sex with your mom.

Thanks to Leo for helping. CC-BY-NC-ND

(An Attempt at) Understanding Love

I suppose that when someone says, “I love you,”
The right reply is usually, “I love you too.”

But I suppose that this doesn’t always work,
It may sometimes leave someone hurt.

How troublesome love can seem to be,
But if I love you,
And you love me,
Then you and I,
Let’s go with “we,”
Well, we have solved love’s mystery.

But I may have written this poem in haste,
After all what’s the mystery in the first place? 
How can I, a riddle have solved,
When the question itself, was never resolved? 
(And by “resolved,” I mean “to have been made clear”,
Not “answered,”
That wouldn’t make sense, my dear.)

And so my attempts have seem to failed,
To understand love, I have been derailed,
And in finality I have entailed:

Love does not need to be understood,
And the truth is that we really all should,
Let it do it’s thing and be what it would.

Is it forty-two?

Your guess is as good as mine:

Ten to eight to eight.

Lunelectric

A splatter of color

Just a hint

Lighting up the sky gently

And the warm breeze

Drifts by

Calm

And the sun

And the moon

Struggling lazily for the posession of the sky

Is electric.

Lunelectric by koalasthewise is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.  Wow! That sounds harsh, but just think-it’s more open than the traditional copyright! :)