What Should I Do? Ask God! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I pray and ask God/
“What should I do?” The answer/
is always just “Love.”

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Ancient Of Days Result: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Torn tendons. Torqued back./
Bruised wrist. Blisters. Bad eyes. Scouts,/
yard work, or marriage?

I confuse myself./
It’s a warm, pleasant day, yet/
I’ve stayed inside. Why?

Once upon a time/
my Sunday School teacher said: /
“Shape Up!” So I did!

She heaved a deep sigh/
and said her guy liked that “stuff”./
He’s sad ‘midst treasures.

You can’t expect me/
to live creatively if/
I must do fact checks.
OR
Don’t expect me to/
live spontaneously yet/
deliberately*.

*deliberately. adj. 1. Done with or marked by full consciousness of the nature and effects; intentional

My early life seemed always
to play the same old song.
I lived a decades-long phase
where I was told “You’re wrong.”

Everything I did or said
was corrected or changed.
It at last went to my head.
I felt foolish and deranged.

In my effort to change my life
I took another way.
I dumped corrective strife.
It seemed foolish to stay.

Now I see the truth of my strange and weird way:
I’m at last honest. Now I must be certain of what I say.

When you’re always wrong,/
perhaps you’ll learn to not speak,/
or check facts better.

I’ve watched her grow,up,/
spread her wings, fly, fly away!/
Can she suggest where?

Folks ask “What’s your dream?” /
If I don’t know, it may be/
that I’m living it.