Unsex Me Here

Oh how burdened am I by the

Unbearable constraints of my sex

That I can

Do little more than sow seeds of ambition

And pray to reap a plentiful harvest,

Manipulate with greatest skill until I can

Nearly taste Duncan's blood,

Entice him to the act until

Death bestows upon me the crown. Oh curse the

Servitude of femininity, my

Purpose is greater than to have some

Obscene creature nursing at my breast; what I would not give

That I were not a woman!

The Fight, "Sleeping Beauty" Prince Philip Haikus

Swish of my blade,

the darkness of her evil,

is thick as the fog.

Throw my sword quickly,

deep in the belly of her,

cries like the thunder.

Me, "The Dark Knight" Joker Muses on His Own Intellect

The darkness falls,

the die is cast,

these are words,

heard in past.

They've all been heard in the past.

Cliche is not,

what I thought,

when I want

to instill riot.

I want destruction and riot.

And there he,

in dark mystery,

tries to kill,

the legendary me.

Me oh me, the infamous me.

Mwah-hahaha!

Heartless

Beatless;

nothing to keep this

mass of metal in metered motion,

no way to judge if I'm

alive or otherwise

Feltless;

for no friend could I

possibly produce the perfect proof

of genuine affection,

beautiful and true

Sickless;

never will I

long for a lover who has left me lonely,

or miss the days

spent togethering

Breakless;

fearing not the

sudden shattering of something sacred,

or needing to mend a

crack unfathomable

Peter Pan Watches Grown Ups

They laugh in warm rooms
With steamy mugs in hand
I see them sing songs
While playing with
Bubbly water in sinks
I wonder...

They watch the flashing box at night
Late, late at night--
When littles ones are snug in bed--
And sip sweet drinks
From funny glasses and smile
I ponder...

They move cars fast behind little wheels
And carry shiny telephones in coat pockets
And I wonder
And I ponder
And I frown... and now sadly think,
All children grow up
Except one.

Watching Jane Fall In Love

Your cheeks blush slightly darker now,

a rose left blooming longer,

and your delicious cherry smile

now a chocolate-covered secret.

Oh my beloved,

there is something going on about you.

Your laugh rings slightly higher now,

a purer sounding bell,

and your gentle whisper of a voice

has a breathless undertone.

Oh my beloved,

there is something going on about you.

You say you want such love for me,

but my happiness is yours.

Oh my beloved,

there is something going on about you.

Atlas' Plan: A Haiku

I'd love a quick nap--
Holding out for 2012.
Should be worth the wait.