I do not deserve/
to get kicked to the curb for /
being nice and kind.

The previous Haiku was wrapped around a single statement in an IM discussion. The Haiku came out of a discussion about my heart-of-hearts: What I see there. Who I think I am in my heart. My comment was that, in my heart of hearts, I just want to do go, be charitable, show love, and that I have no ulterior motive, or do it for me, for any selfish reason (at least, not in my heart. Sometimes my head might have one). That is something I’ve always believed, something I thought God blessed me with, something people have said about me: I have a great, kind heart. Her comment, instead, raises questions not only for me but for anyone who thinks they’ve been blessed with a good, sincere heart. It also raises questions about what was behind every good we’ve ever done, every kindness we’ve ever felt or shown.

“Sometimes, the good you want to do is good for you, but not for others.”

I love deep my heart,/
because with each beat it beats,/
it shows how love is.

OR
Love deeply, my heart/
because with each beat you beat,/
You show how love is.
OR

Love deeply, my heart/
because with each beat you beat,/
you show His love, is.

Frozen soup, now thawed/
and hot, reminds me of a/
warm relationship.

We place barriers./
Think of filtered — and thus missed — /
opportunities.

I spend too much time/
relationship investing,/
with no ROI

Dont ask me all those /
hypotheticals if you/
hurt me. So what? Done.

I steamrollered her/
with my desire./
Because my heart was railroaded/
by passion’s poetic fire,/
I thot hers would be, too./
I had no inkling nor clue:/
It wasn’t.

my haiku sing loud/

of a girl I once knew, but/

not Biblically