Little soul man knows inner hate
wants to grow in size
and sees only fence posts

And so Esau and
Jacob, to Xtian mind
is this war we have

White men's burden stays
Small brother knows Big Brother
Big Brother knows none

Then the terror came
Catching Big Brother flat footed
Pray, don't loose that guard?

did the lord know or
seek the mystery of these
two men, metaphor

does Esau enter
into the story of Sam
and Abdul? where's my watch?

For, while Sam strutted
Abdul learned and then some more
His scope is so wide

"I don't know Abdul
Yet he knows all about me"
Now, who is better?

Who is Abdul? Something
positive here makes me feel
much better now asap

Learning about Sam
Abdul grew in great wisdom
Improving daily

When they grew older
Astonished Sam knew
Abdul's skills precise

Brods Sam and Abdul
Elder brother Sam, proud and robust
Abdul follows Sam

Sibling rivalry
Sam always looked prosperous
But Abdul Persists

If I knew what I
had to do i'd be off this
website and living...

If I were one I'd
know how I was to die, from
glock or old age? and

I could schedule for
it

I wonder why peeps
play advanced games, for simple
goals? money? to be loved?

selfishness is our God

Since I am a sui-
side soul, the only seers are
hackers and con men

all too often, I
wish I were evil at times
weak ex-inserter

think's he's safe on line

clock work Christians dance
the mechanical save game
and then what task next?

.......twenty five big ones
i'd scour the country for seers
.......and believe in magic

AGAIN: "advance" not advanced"

then permit my tongue
to so tenderly assuage
.....the horrific sting

poor empty pants, stiff
with nobody inside them
one pair is millie

.."moxie" the "psychic"
doling out advanced info
....second time around

.(HE's at the US with the
..6th man coddling him
........at the house)

yo. lemme check first

only ever gruff
billy always rammed my butt
nanny was so slack

sell mohammed, buy
mahatma, chill the jehad
and choke that fatwa

mellie left a trail
of breadcrumbs and poor ronin
wants to eat a crumb.

now it's so itchy
and hot and sore from scratching
bee leave me it hurt

what a goat I felt
when I bent over to pluck
an horrific sting

BaD hAiKu iT iS
bEeN tRyiNg To WrIte LikE yOu
bUt aLaS, i cAn't

.......TO GOKU


you're good at haiku
as if you're a natural
.just like in "eating"

.....ahh mellie my dear
i see you've been on a trip
........why do it alone

.....when you feel like it
dont call on the other guys
......just give me a mail

SmOke RiNgS iN tHe AiR
a BaTtlE wiLL sOon Be FoUghT
fRont rOw SeAts foR Me

the goat (like satan) is crafty
he might go for other names
.........MEBBE Jeremy

...(he can't resist haiku, it's
........his sole vocation)

.........moxie does haiku
and pulls down the barricades
...........congratulations

.......he is stalking you
with his army of gruff goats
...their stench fills the air

Blind to the future
materialistic hoarders
helpless in the dark

(hi there, goku! )

The Acacia Tree
Stands regal and majestic
but gee, the stench!

One wish for one leaf
falling from acacia trees
Is this true, or not?

You jog in the morn
I smell the breath from your lungs
such vigor, such life!

Race, and give it all
For the rest, leave them behind
to the finish line

went down to the swamp
purple louisianna
purple haze moving

Q : Why is bin Laden scared of panties?

A : 'Coz behind every panty is a Bush!

AnD tO dEar JeWeL
yOu aRe InVitEd As Well
eAt, dRink, be Merry!

...........the AP-sushi:
pound the old squirt to a pulp,
....choke it tight with grass.

...a toast then goku
and as for our dessert
.crab sushi with grass

BoiLeD rIcE aNd SmOkEd FisH
mY MeAL fOr a RaInY dAy-
wiTh SaKe oF CouRse!

Oh her daily grind
Anne is jolted silly stiff
A thief in the night

my mind wanders off
Church bells chime at early dawn
Grandma wearing veil

TaDpoLes oN a RaCe
tHe pOnD teEmiNg WitH yOuNg LiFe
mOtHerHoOd bEcKoNs

...........brown dry fields of rice
where once green sprouting leaves sway
...........now planted with grass

sniff the scent of home
memories of childhood rush
carried high by waves

on the boulevard
hustling the empty old men
your heels went click clack

red magic markers
nice-smelling yellow raincoats
bouncy new sneakers