Our machines are broke,
The rust plays across metals;
Soft water dances.

The young whales swim out
through the dark lonesome ocean;
they will kiss softly.

Wishing I could sleep.
Falling into a coma,
and awake in June.

Like fish caught in nets
we will never get away;
waiting to be gut.

Your eyes are blinded
with rage and some aggression-
my balled up hatred!

Ill willed humans!
I made this bed to lay in,
and the heat will rise.

I've been writing haiku's one and off today. I decided everyday or whenever I have the chance I will write a haiku and post it.