Season's Greetings My Dearest Readers

Sunday Morning in Las Vegas: A Haiku

An all white room with a soft Sunday light

Two people laying in a comfortable bed:

Secret companionship

Madame Tussauds: A Haiku

I am staring at real celebrities
Many cool rooms --
They're fake

Howard Hughes: A Haiku

A warm winter day
At Howard Hughes Center --
I wait

Tuesday is a Trend: Part II

I.

Fila cream tennis shoes,

Perry Ellis jeans and turtleneck,

Black leather European cut jacket,

Gucci wallet in pants,

I'm ready to do my Tuesday ritual.

Workman-like Mazda truck,

Drive to the place where wine is sold,

Park vehicle,

Go in establishment,

I'm ready to meet new people.

Tonight will be different. I hope.

II.

The night is cool,

On the patio,

I receive stares,

Unfriendly stares,

I wonder what I'm doing wrong.

Is it because of my skin color?

After all, I'm the darkest being here.

Is it because of my fashion?

May be I'm too Bay Area for them,

May be my influences from the East is showing.

Is it my attitude?

They sense my difference, or rather indifference,

My uncomfortableness,

My otherness,

My incomprehensibleness.

Tonight will be different. I hope.

III.

Sitting down,

At the bar,

Drinking port,

Ordering vodka and cranberry juice,

I want to forget.

A man comes by me,

I recognize him,

We speak,

He says he like black guys.

I say oh and ask why,

He mentions my blackness, my African features,

Are like blond hair, blue eyes, brunettes,

He grew up in an all white area,

All black men are troubled beings,

Interesting, I say.

Interesting, I think.

I cannot comment anymore,

I wish his kind will go away.

Tonight will be different. I hope.

The end.

Goals: My Ninth Attempt at Haiku

Three goals
Develop on a cold fall night:
I'm afraid

Vegas in Fall: A Happy Thought

This is my Las Vegas story.

The mile-long mountains discover divine crystals,

waiting for their refreshing blankets,

thirst ends.

The earth is relieved,

sighing plants,

insects slumber.

Brown becomes gold,

calming dust,

the air is cool and refreshing.

People smile,

rediscovering their souls,

they are more generous.

I'm pleased,

feeling happier,

I am wealthy.

This is my Las Vegas story.

Money, Am I Real?

This my learning experience while leaving in Las Vegas.

Am I real?

I trap the poor and middle class.

I am manipulated by the rich.

Am I real?

I was real before the seventies; your president turned me into currency.

I am real as long as you believe in me.

I am only digital.

Am I real?

I make you go into debt.

I make you fear and love me.

I make you hate me.

I know you feel this way because you don't know me.

Am I real?

I can take away your fortune.

I can make you work forever.

I can do these actions because you don't know my tricks.

Am I real?

Observing World AIDS Day: A Prayer

Dear Lord,

I pray that you'll help humanity find a cure.

I pray that you'll comfort those poor souls who are living with this devastating disease.

I pray that those who are living with HIV and AIDS will get the drugs that they need.

I pray that those who are not infected will be understanding.

I pray that no other human being will be inflicted by this condition.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen.

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