NIHILBASHO 1

a haiku
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by Aidar Ismagilov


the dream of butterfly
that butterfly is dead
is reality


the water in the stem
of orchid will flood
the waterfall of dew


the rat is soaked
with the gas and burned -
the running fire


in the bottom of the tear
the scale from wings
of moth


humble, wasp!
you are refracted as
a bee in dew


flutters worm...
but seen is
butterfly


the bell
has tinkled on dead
hawk


went to pieces
the mummified
grasshopper


the wind through
the roses...quailed the eagle:
the execution by the petals!


the torn wing
of butterfly has...
never landed


even supple
boughs are broken...
tenacious snow!


beneath is the heaviness of trap.
above is lightness
of the web


there is no old pond.
there is no frog that jumped
in water


in owl's feathers
hides the ant -
it snows!


the shot!
the flower's born
in the center of brow


petals are bared like teeth -
bristled up with thorns
the she-wolf of roses


the vortex
of smallest
stings


the trap
of body's shut -
the bullet's caught!


the leap of flower -
the bee has blossomed out
all of a sudden!


the lonely blind buzzard
is left on winter ground:
the wind is fierce


no one feels sorry for -
the spider that bit
the child

NOTHING OF MATSUO BASHO

a haiku
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by Aidar Ismagilov


the dream of butterfly
that butterfly is dead
is not a dream.


the water in the stem
of orchid will flood
the waterfall of dew

chlorine smells sexy
add fresh air and a nice breeze
and I'll be outside

and thinking of you
and all your wonderful love
and your sweet smile

to be honest i
hate coming here but, I keep
coming back, it's

a danged addiction
no endless talk, the only
way off, the off switch

(suspects that many places
like this have their accepted audiences, ideas
and sheltered environs, therefore to pursue what i want I must leave without restraint)

damn it poets, I'm
a Christian, not a Nietzche
tourette's seig heil!

(miss u Bones, so
does ole miss)

harmless as dove yet
clever as serpents, sometimes
paradox is all life

(irritated, again?)

sometimes i'm just right
and other times i just write
homonymously

where there is a sheep
oh well you know what comes next
the circle of life

I dunno man, I'm just
a sheep waiting to be sheared
wool on my own eyes

meet the prop. master
spreading his thoughts with pride on
unsuspecting sheep

propaganda master
liquid titanium words flow
chemical solvent

in the tides of time
when all poets and critics
go silent, all is left

is words, some burned in
reichstags, others left in caves
to discover, tanakhs...

yet others remain
tall tales and parables the
etchings on stone time...

the human gull pokes
and scavenges to some souls
seeking to peck the skin

to get a taste of
the wounds to feed empty dead
meaningless dry souls

Fundamentally
Dancing close with a woman
Is bliss in itself!

But even higher
To commune with our partner
Tango connection

The human response
We

What, when its eaten
Gives you nothing but sorrow
Wedding cake! What ells?

Scrabble for cover
Bullets fly like consonnants
Adam's ears resound

My name is Victor
This is my first haiku song
It has been much fun

I was asked today
if I had skeletons in my
closet, funny, I

thought my skeleton
was inside my body last
I knew, but, oh well

it lies in a shell
hors-d'oeuvre in street rat mouth jaws
nouroushing small treat

interesting person
many different aspects
like steppenwolf by

mr hermann hesse
many aspects, as gemstones
faces on many sides...

now i kiss a whale
go riding upon his tail
yippie he's my slave

intimate insights
friends and family view
book due out in june

open my blind door
thus far..through a crack i see
round and round she goes

i must say indeed
i'de have you to know upon
the alter..and the moon

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u r gay

it was excellent
jesus spoke in parables
dylan does as well

I just try to show
what preachers said
and what they do

don't get me wrong,
that's not what i think
but it's hard to explain in 3 lines

I save my hatred
for myself, love the homo
and the musclemen

that's a lot of q-
ran to lift you dig, just get
the shovel, spread the shit

I must love everyone
the preacher say
(except musulmans & homos)

gotta love the freeze
above canada, the ice
sheets practicing for

the next age of ice
sang in Dylan, and on it
comes, warm to coldness

some noise in the world
carried away by strong passion
ah, cannot be helped

well, the big storms come
but after all the ice and hail
bluster, branches

down, the light melts this
crust of hard water away
as with each spring tide

this is what I see showing
in the attitudes here

feel so good tonight
like a new scent in my hair
smiling overcomes

benzo diaz taunts
i believed him to be dead
post acute bastard

his words tore through me
his mind prisms the light
his eyes always change

fly off the handle
after the witch wapped it
hard
leaving splatter juice

I have cramps today
that's simplicity of life
breed me some happy

oh and you big guy
yeah you with the bird tattoo
she's a lucky girl :)

the same person who
has the same name or style change
i feel is on me

the game only ends
when one stops playing, and life
don't talk to me about it...

shouldest love his tongue
murmuring vulgarian
kenspeckle serac

there's often people
who seem to add their own ills
to my own problems

insecurity
frightens shy like a fish
and she does.know it

throw my boardgame down
:0 your back sword's so damned fussy
the alla breve is..

one hand cynical
creatures, five fingers, bj...
one hand full of hope

Damned sobriety
Cruel mistress, clarity
Crave oblivian

I wonder what's uo
with donald rumsfeld now that
he's out of office

at first try to use
fear to invoke suicide
so the work is cool

and easy, for life is
cheap to those who play the game
those who do not live

as for the jokes I
think someone is trying to be
adam sandler here

examples: my monkey has a huge you know...or...

when in doubt, and in
check, blow the fucking chess board
to all smithereens

when the game players
found him, they found him in a pool
of his own blood

case closed, good job
captain, one more soul in hell
one more waiting for