Journeys in Haiku

In life a journey
Without a destination
Is too often made

In life a journey
To changing destinations
Has many regrets

In life a journey
To the wrong destination
Causes frustration

In life a journey
Brings the greatest reward if
To the horizon

What's the New Word To Be?

In this world of words
A term is necessary
To express he-she

The convention is
Combined use the masculine
To women's chagrin

So could it be heshe
Or maybe the word hesheit
Or perhaps shehe

Whatever the word
It need have proper casing
Subj Obj Possessive

Too big for my bean
I leave it to grammar pros
But please move quickly

Haiku Life

Human behavior
Is not mathematical
It's emotional

It is never dull
It can go this way or that
Not predictable

It's interesting
Just when we've figured it out
It takes a new turn

On the Other Side of Death

I’m tired,

So very tired,

I simply can’t,

I must rest.

My fingers will not grasp,

My legs will not stand,

My head will not stay up,

My chest slumps.

My body is slack,

My breath is effortless,

My brain is out of focus.

Lie  back, relax.

People, what people?

Promises, what promises?

Things, what things?
Nothing matters.

My eyes close

Slipping into the void

Of deep, restful,

Sleep.

The audience is gone,

The show is over.

The cast is here on stage

The theater is dark

Over there.

The form is familiar,

Beckoning.

We go to it.

Full of anticipation

In a new place

That is not a place

But an existence.

Clamoring for answers

We are silenced by our guide.

Admonished to unite

And be one.

Memories

Are there memories

That come along with our birth

That transcend lifetimes

Love and Hate Haiku

If you love someone

You know all the reasons why

They make sense to you.

If you hate someone

You know all the reason why

They make sense to you

The choice can be made

To love or hate the other

And easily changed

The Passing of the Present

It was a specific time

Six thirty-two AM-EST

On February 29, 1968 CE

Time

 A convenience displayed on clocks

Measured in grains or tick-tocks

Where does it go?

Nowhere

Because it isn't 
Never was

The present is

Lifetimes are

And they pass

Silly us 
We count the passing

When it is the present that counts