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Poetry by Tim Seltzer
Tanka
The
demon crashes,
Trying
to go past the wall,
In
a blood-filled rage.
Dogs
bark at the scene they see,
Where
I slug the hateful fool.
Wolves
run in a rush,
To
reach the fresh defenseless one,
Before
it would be lost.
Crows
swarm at the body,
That
used to be a wolf pup.
Honor
is no more,
For
guns have beaten swords,
And
courage reigns.
As
I stand looking at stones,
I
wonder what help it did.
Blood
with blood, it comes,
Men
fight for the vengeance deserved,
And
turn numb crying of lost.
When
the dead look at us now,
The
see fools that needn't fight.
Every
age needs heroes,
to
protect the good from evil,
And
give us hope.
The
only heroes I see,
Are
imaginary or dead.
Darkness
and light fight,
Each
represents hope and fears,
And
is eternal.
Though
any light can breach the dark,
There
must be someone to light it.
Old
legends tells,
Of
terrible monsters around,
That
died by valiant hands.
yet
those who look closely,
See
we are the new demons.
Many movies come,
Showing
the greatest actors,
That
we learn to love.
Yet
we see actors all the time,
In
the mirror and around us.
The
old Ninja,
They
are present in our lives,
As
cheesy villains.
But
do we really understand,
The
shadow's way of life?
Common
sense is rare,
With
few ever thinking of it,
And
fewer knowing.
Since
so many confuse it,
Why
call it common sense?
We all ask now,
When
did the battle begin,
Where
much was lost.
It
began when the two met,
And
neither turned or gave quarter.
We
stand our ground,
not
letting the enemy through,
and
hope we're right.
The
emotions we feel are hidden,
For
we have held them back.
Blades
of blood dance,
The
waltz of the fallen men,
And
tune of wounds.
The
old geezers had nosebleeds,
From
looking at a naked women.
The
cornered bear fights,
Frantically
bashing the wolves away,
Who
charge with vigor.
The
bear fights to save its cub,
The
wolves fight to gain a home.
The
wind is free,
As
are the birds that ride it,
Going
wherever.
A
pilot stares and wonders,
"Why
can't I be that free?
I
hide in my head,
unable
or unwilling
to leave my world.
So,
what is it about her
that
makes me forget to hide?
Life
is no easy track
and
we have to run through the woods,
blind
to mistakes.
If
we can't find the right path
we'll
just have to improvise.
If
a lone wolf
searches for a pack and den
with
only hope.
Hope
keeps the wolf going well
yet
doesn't get the job done.
Bullets
fly around,
hitting
the tank, but not piercing.
I
only say this:
You
fools, either yet better guns
or
try something completely new.
Does
she notice them,
The
emotions for me she holds?
Or
does she hide them,
deny
they exist at all,
and
try to change how she feels?
Haiku
The
fox, it runs
from
a wolf pack
like
a man from bullets.
The
fires burn
in
an unforgiving rage
on
the farmer's pants.
The
winter air
cuts
like demonic wind blades
on
my numb arm.
My
veins flow
with
a gallon of blood
That
is quickly shed.
Honor
and pride
have
no substance at all
with
a cocked pistol.
The
wolf, it looks
for
a pair of his own
The
ippihi ookami.
[in
Japanese, ipphi ookami = lone wolf]
Many
walk alone,
but
some day find their place.
Will
I ever?
My
body burns
with
a need for a battle
yet
isn't prepared.
My
insides plead
for
summer's cool breeze, not
winter's
cutting chill.
Battles
come and go,
but
a fighter's blazing fire
shall
never truly leave.
I
fear death,
But
I cannot deny this feeling.
I'm
already gone.
It
is certain,
no
matter what outward act,
I
am indifferent.
My
eyes, they glow
with
a demon's blood red rage
at
having to awaken.
Always
I work,
never
is my heart in it.
Life
is troublesome.
If
life has choices,
why
do I always feel
There's
no alternatives.
Soldiers
charge forward,
going
under a general's whim,
to
their own death.
I
feel empty,
writing
for something impossible,
and
hoping still.
I
love, yet I hate.
The
feelings twist, randomly