When eyes have opened / When on Angels' wings you ride / Golden Kingdom found.

The walls, bricks of words / A house, fort, or some wreckage / Depends how they're used.

A beautiful muse / Charming as an angel's flute / Music in his eyes.

Affective chemist / Plays with my amygdala / Sadistic demon.

Peacock, strutting proud / Shallow glory, you forget / It all fades away.

Collide, then explode. / Consequences wear high heels / In negative space.

The rhythmic bell curve / Of raven and writing desk / To be a haiku.

The rhythmic bell curve / Of raven and writing desk / I am a haiku.

A rhythmic bell curve / Of raven and writing desk / I am a haiku.