7 haiku pertaining vaguely to the economic crisis…

winter freeze sets in. optimism its victim, trapped beneath the ice. trees of industry crashing heavy to the ground- cacophonously.  houses built on sand, monuments to mankind’s greed, blown into the wind. we’ve taken stock in false constructs for way too long. lets blaze our own trail. in the wilderness, our trademark has always been

through the silent snow…

where did you come from? the universe, he whispered through the silent snow for some inexplicable reason, i’ve recently found myself on haiku-writing kick.  well, maybe its not that inexplicable, i’ve been using twitter–a social network/micro-blogging service–and haikus lend themselves to the 140 character limit.  that coupled with the fact that i’ve been mildly beating