Don't think we have met,
not in this life - as of yet,
in the future though?Which future? Snicker! Snicker!
Glad you like haiku,
and write what feels good to you,
good inspiration.
There is one other I'd like to share, prose though, but then I'm off to collect my thoughts and get with a post on FRE's.
I wrote this in college (I was a non-traditional student, older), I was in my umpteenth sociology class studying race-relations, again. I had become such a proficient rhetorician on racism--I had a huge paper trail of experiences writing essays, this had taught me if one just says what "they" want to hear, and "they're" happy to tell you what to think, one "scores bigtime"--and I just couldn't stomach wretching up the same ole verbage, not even one more time. This was supposed to be a 1000 word essay, instead I enlisted my better judgement and turned in this, damn the bigtime score. It worked out well for me. 
This Page is Black and White.
In this a time of Universal deceit,
speaking the Truth
is an [e]volutionary act.
--George Orwell
I am impoverished if not to live through my heart, inside
out from the throbbing cave, flush in my body earth, in my own flesh.
I brush humanity's blood color-stick, Warrior Compassion, on my lips,
wearing it there, a braggart, proud everyone will see that red that says,
"I am fearless," my fair-eyed face etched with Zophkeil lines of Justice.
My chore is necessarily to create my mind as my own, as my servant.
To make a stand on the antithesis of what I already know, out of purity, sure
to demystify the polar checkered history of injustice, color blind, to be free.
"We shall overcome," the man named King's sonant rang in humane truths
indeed, let freedom rise in our truth seeking throats and come over us all.
Nary weary the heart dances, dipping, baptizing the tamed mind in equity.
The two collide, as if lusty dense bodies, and emotion is bred; the breath-ahhh
the voice, the medium of Life Art, the graffitist spray paint of feelings, aloud
a brassy, twisty, turny kaleidoscope glissade body of ups and downs, skating
on thin ice, chin up safely in gutsy Mariah's embrace, not to crack...
Not to crack under the load of bigots, uninformed optimists, and scaredy cats.
Those who ring their hands, espousing, 'just the way it is, can't be helped.'
An illusory veil lies at their truth-vacant eyes, blind-faithers married to injustice,
all the while impervious for how divorced of equality they have become, out of touch.
Quaking in their disavowed hearts, they are a pernicious sign of the times.
Black and White in the newscasts, in the newspapers--race-war, death vision.
Black and White movies, old text books, novels, propagate invisible division.
Black and White society and standards and manners and expectations and, "Shit!"
Black and White caught drowning in a sea of 'it just doesn't get better than this.'
Black and White--"WILL YOU JUST LET US BE? WE want OUR freedom, Now!"
Look at me, look at my skin, the living shell a paler shade of color.
I protest, "White this does not I make, Caucasian American is my fate."
In my brethren. look to their skin, the living shell a deeper shade of color.
I protest, "Black this does not one make, African American is my fate."
Will we ever understand, "We are first the human race."
--V
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I realized that my heart center (and FCOL! not my mushy-gushy heart center, rather my energetic heart center) was justa' spiraling and calmly pulsing. What a peaceful easy feeling!
--Thanks for sharing this... really. You've tickled my 'lil cosmic fancy!