it

finally it's here
cleansing spirits of the year
took you long enough

the voyeur

seventeen fingers
balled into a mighty fist!
pow! smack! biff! basho!

run-on sentences
inelegantly broken
do not make haiku

the future holds much
uncertainty, and faith keeps
some from slicing wrists

from giving up, from
thinking all is in vain and
I am not sure if

this makes people strong
or just pisses people off
due to superstition

like the idea of 5,7,5...

Worst advice ever:
"Dance like no one is watching."
Why not just dance well?

nagging is of an
addict, it guides those closest
to a child, in some

cases, but one cares not
but steers away from the mad
the mind is clear when

when I am gone, or
you die, what will your words mean
emptiness? cbs?

I have a great deal
of issues but also faith
and those might come to

be under some strange thought
event, circumstance, even
moving on, to what...

at times I tend to
think that people get used to
their own opinions

as being the only
reality of others, when in fact
that's subjective

I'm leaning back in
my chair thinking that people are
people...depeche mode

Rip Van Winkle-like,
I find that two years have gone!
sadly, mox has not

so hey there janis
about that april fools prank
a belated ha!

that last one was mine...
the happy haiku hacker
and joku jester

there is no knowing
an electron

hey, the site's back up
now security coded!
when did this happen?

life for melody
push aways are pardon free
left with cherish

happy birthday bro
you got away from this shit
i really miss u

just occured to me
like it should to you and i
arrows targets not

in her mind she thought
this guy will be good for me
he trophied her out

that was delightful
some of the coolest ones yet
thanks for that.uh uh

transport a delight
I'm in subjagation of
this fever needs joy

follow devout waves
in Pseudo-Revelation
children of the day

grande split in a rock
hammer hit the natural
crevice of mind seeps

strike short this stair-way
hex~ it lies in a nut shell
cross tears seek sound deep

Bulmaca ve Gazetelerde

we are all human
here, whatever is just to
be as it will be

some people write to gain
praise, others to focus their
feelings and insides...

in fact people come
into our lives and decide for
us how to live till

those people are gone
from death or seperation
justice is a word

sometimes they can't be
contained but the words on
their own mean nothing

the thing about this thing
called madness is social at
times, hysteria...

when the inmates broke
out of the asylum and
found Cthulhu, IA!

sunhine and fresh air
doctor ordered happiness
great day for the zoo!!

a stalwart series
of morons with weakend knees
will ya find truth, please?

i am what i am
just as you are what you are
but i'm way more smug

i can't quite get there
the place where you are at now
is not where i am

yell at the glued mouse
look alive get a move on
but ya know it's dead

doors flusterment shape
echoes hell in the bathroom
leaving no escape

i hate english class

hmm, what if I threw this
computer out the window, burned all my writings and became a stockbroker?

elric's sword drank the
souls of those it slew as drunks
drinking wine as blood

devoid of pigment
savors the fermented grape
albino wino

fightin killin wine
gonna put u to a grave
nothing left to saaave

give me three steps if
you see that guy there lookin'
for a u know who

U two step to it
don't let it fool ya 'bout what's
inside..then curtsey

who sang the song with
there might be a little dust
on the bottle? well...

surprised to see the
sun for I'd not opened these
windows, is all fresh???

the more dust on the
bottle and a fine vintage
better red....mmmm....wine

it's not hand on back
without transference of heat
his full open palm

The warm sun shines down
Awakening Butterflies
Misty warm green grass
*
Tall trees full of spring
Laying on my back staring
Beauty spreads herself
*
Listening to Ipod
Slow Latin plays in my head
Leisurely I dance
*
Where are you today?
Caught up in the mundane
Attending to life
*
Oh bright shining eyes
Freedom is a dance away
Come, let

country girls like fire
remember steam off clear lakes
and spend days fishin'