Diligence based opulence, discreet name seen in sky, a flashing jig of light will paralyze the day. A shadow smolders to non-existence, misunderstanding the difference between belief and conviction. It calls to its kind, it seeks like energies, it vibrates the vapid space, it assumes that you will never understand and for that is haughty. … Continue reading Transmute the Soul
Poetry
Black Orpheus: Midnight Stream
The storms of Jupiter ascend, burning clouds of Neptune and Saturn. Their perfect orbs, spherical in spite of hexagonal surges, whirlpools, and vortices, dervish silent frenzies. Clouded in the eye, everlasting fog chokes the pupil sight. It is a repetitive like scratched vinyl clichés, and lost lacquer messages, hidden and secret, locked, undismayed by the … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Midnight Stream
Night Green Solace
Still midnight sirens Hush awake the silent mist Clouds soft eruption -- -- "Night Green Solace" is a haiku poem written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved. -- -- Coming Soon: The Vanishing Poet, a new collection of poetry by Michael Aaron Casares.
Washed Out
Gray spring afternoon Rain gust hidden and humid Wisp around the light -- -- "Washed Out" is a haiku written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
Ode to the Federal Reserve
T'was 1913, on cold and cumbersome Christmas eve that the bankers and politicians in shadow held keep. Monetary laws they passed on that holiday season, were passed at a time when people were busy holiday pleasing, and assured notes created by a private source were to be used as the country's monetary resource. These bankers, … Continue reading Ode to the Federal Reserve
Mare of Late Night Inconsequence
Final musings of the languished death cult. Visceral. Death rattle. Wigs upside down. Make-up makes the man. Stiletto me this, my good, sir, and don't forget to strap it on. Help us support your pink habits, hats, and manes. Ironic, thin lensed, bun-topped, bike-rimmed, march through mullet and soft rounded, gaping smiles teaching love and … Continue reading Mare of Late Night Inconsequence
Cloud Cyclic
April showers sing Wind, tornadoes' rainy trail Life and death cycle -- -- "Cloud Cyclic" is a haiku written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
Integer
Pulsars sweeping through the sky, I become the sun of distant system far away wanting nothing more than to warm your life. Visible hadrons in the sky, naked to the distant eye, cannot see what hopes and dreams locked inside my heart. Expand, I breathe deep with cosmic lungs the dust of stars, inhale the … Continue reading Integer
Future Change, Present
A resolution is on the horizon. A distant possibility sets permanent in reality. The paranoid, the cynical, justified by the marred truth and the absence of integrity associated with the honor lost, crack their doors open. They sigh deeply. They cry tears of disbelief. They were right all along. To pit man against man, to … Continue reading Future Change, Present
Force of Hand
Blank slate inside my arms cannot force the ink out of my fingertips. That black swirl, stream of threading darkness will not recede or flood these plains. Twilight dancing softly, flapping waves silk in black cannot remember; doesn't want to, would rather erase all those mistakes. The lines shall not wash over me, they shall … Continue reading Force of Hand
The Root of Many Returns 