Sorry im so late
I have been away abroad
Just wanted to say

That I am a male
Yes males are competitive
But complimentary

I like what

I wish I had some
wisdom to offer, perhaps
it all comes with time

gen x isn't me
i was born in the fifties
and now i'm in mine

everyone is dying
but we seem to be living
I guess we should be

breathing

all right, well you're still
here...if we're gen x and I'm
the christian nutjob

don't we have a destiny to fullfill?

it's late in the night
and people are dying here
some faster than me

one generation
post-modernizes something
then, back to basics...

(yes, you are right)

my flippant comment
is as much against myself
as anyone else

let me explain that :
we are all killing haiku
isn't that the point ?

i would implore you
don't take me seriously
i certainly don't

the box is a coffin
we all go to it in the end
me you, everyone

all is vanity
death is the universal

it is a fight to
be understood, and to die
the vanity, for they

did not want to understand
it was of no use

I've often wondered
if my faith can overcome my
genuine hatred

of the people who
post haikus on this website
that is the real life fight

going on in my spirit
as rediculous or entertaining
as it might seem to you

to me it is a battle
between mature response
walking away

or going ahead and treating
say ash's comment with a deadly
seriousness which

probably is way out of proportion to those who
would continue to

respond likewise to my reactions

I also notice the
low blow and I also wonder
how low I can go...

it's vanity really
when one style says it is better
than someone elses

if it is thrown to
another less friendly crowd
lions to christians

you have been there
you should know better

well, as they say, in
the end of course, ashes to
ashes, dust to dust...

in regard to art
this isn't competition
it's a massacre

you notice the guys
seem to compete even when
writing haiku works?

Buch is German for
Beech as in tree but not so
for TP poems

metaphors of self
my box, your box, I can't think
five seven five, oui.

People get angry
When we won't fit in a box
But the box is theirs!

think outside the box
any walls are just constructs
of your own making

I am in a box
built from years of bad choices
and I am still there

fine, shut the damn thing
down, american government?
kindergarten or first?

the thing is the stuff
here isn't always "bad" 'ku
it just is haiku

Upon reading that
I set to writing Haiku
Immediately ...

Upon reading that
I set to writing Haiku
Immediately ...

if i stop and think
it's not always right away
that i write away

the spirit remains
devoid of all habit, the
voice remains sans words

whatever happened to
the raw clay of this golem
called the Net, did it

go mad because some dumb
Jewish mad rabbis made up
the mind to make it

work for them on the
days of Sabbath? does this beast
of digital clay

need to become clay
once again, devoid of life
remolded, and reborn?

I hate fucking cells
I'd love to take every one
of those things and shove

it up the ass of
each and every owner of
one, fart ring tones bitch

Still Pony-bagless
Want my money back right now
Naked Android phone

some things do not change
because the people still have
the core who they were

Should have been "fixture"
I'm so terrified right now
please leave Mr Moth

Terror in the sky
Annoying my lighshade
Damn you, dusty moth!

Golden coloured sun
Must i say good bye so soon
you just arrived.

still here and yawning
the changes that come with the
times break the spirit

well we all come to
the roast now and again so
what's all this spice now?

cookin' like old times
nothing beats a barbecue
except beating meat

I admit I have
not had the delight of the
experience of spam

cooked for breakfast
spam eggs sausage and spam, and
spam spam baked beans and spam...

If we had some spam,
we could have some spam on toast,
I jack off wildly

a few men can change
the world into a dungeon
because we stood back

never did I see
my words turned to prostitutes
whores for data

stored forever and nothing
nothing but the sheer delight
of mankind as gadget

my curse on generation geek

my curse on this tower of babel

I feel like taking
my own life over the loss
of books as a form

of media

nostalgia for that
old DIY moves out when
the sharks done move in

one more drop in the
ocean of bad haiku, we
are funny fishies

Holding a straight line
with all of lifes twists and turns
In these challenging times

call of the haiku
beckons me like a siren
take me back, grandma

Crochet hook in hand
she chains a long warm cozy
grandma has a cock

entropy is the
state of the world being born
soon it all dies down

I hate gardening
All that work which lasts a week
Then start allover!

So your healthy then
specially body functions
Important to know?