everyone...please
shut the fuck up!
just write your pretend poetry or
shut the fuck up!

Yes, I agree with
the good doctor. you all are
getting to be much.

And yet again I
Must reprimand you few who
refuse to listen

Jacob and Esau
both sought their father

As mY PrOf. oNcE sAiD
MonEy iSnt' eVeRytHiNg.....
iT's ThE oNLY tHiNg

MoNdAy moRNiNg BluEs.... :(
cAsH rEgIstEr sTaRts To FilL
mOnDay mOrNingS....CoOl !!! ;)

(hi jewel !)

This, I pray, dear God
give me a sign that he shall
hold my hand once more

no please go the fuck
away mox the pox you suk!
and you bore and.. and.........

I don't listen to
you, ap, because it's just
wrong to be like that

Then go the fuck away Mox

There's more to this place
that poems can handle in
any given space time

it amuses me
how bad haiku can be mean
it must be magic!

(

homeward thoughts linger
of silver threads from heaven
scaring goats away

the dry barren sand
awaits the luscious rainfall
from which life begins

....jewel "he" is here
..finally, he's conceded
...to his heart's desire

(the black sheep's back)

Bahhhh! Very cute! Puns
are not an art form with you
but who really cares?

it's quite flattering
how you pine for absent goats
haven't herd the last...

(hmmm, indy...cookies? yes, us goats like cookies! oshi!)

ooops, i meant: "resurrect"

......the herd is asleep
on their comfy grass of hay
.pooped from being milked

.....(best time to strike)

.........go to the mountains
with your red piece of gruff frieze
........and basket of cheeze

........together with thy staff
..mimic the scoundrels high bleat
...........ensnaring the fool

.....let us do voodoo*
try to ressurect the goat
...and hex a summons

...(trying times call for
.....trying measures)

knowing the herds' baaahs
still twenty five moves ahead
my heart still longing...

such love far outshines
equal in passion thus the
pain of loneliness...

(why did he go to Kabul anyway?)

.............TO JEWEL

.......love him ever so
tender, caress his face with
....the palm of your hand

.(i know this is gonna raise
.a howl of hyeanic laughter)

...oh to have loved and
lost is far better than not
....to have loved at all

......unrequitted love
forlorn and quite desolate
.....such is life i guess

I am missing him
I don't want to, but I do
his breath on my ear

small entertainment
reading the telephone book
smoking cigarettes

presented with dreams
.beyond his limitations
...ronin bites the dust

......(just like mox)

..........ever hurtling on
zipping past the time called life
......knowing not his dream

no visable signs
no struggle and no screaming
purpose, clarity

.......the technology
...indy, the technology
show us what you've got

......neither young nor old
somewhat like the midday sun
..........fretting over life

the pain, the horror
of seeing you alive once
do cats have nine lives?

(

you woman basher
the light may have blinded her
just needs new glasses

creases fanning from
corners of my eyes deepen
set by years of sun

and wife is amused
at who we were and are now
yet not quite autumn

From out of nowhere
springs a "Ron" not the "Ronin"
who protests too much

(What's your "Ron" short for, Veronica?)

I ask, you respond
one-sided, maybe you sigh
It just isn't me

(why did I?)

and so gottandamerung
has passed for our fair country?
who is fenris and what is loki
going to do on Jerry Springer?

in war Bush has invested
(the market had collapsed)
he marched his army there, where
they're still there, doing time.

they only got arrested
(hi untelligence had lapsed)
and therefore he was unaware
that invasion is a crime.

you can crusade in ol' grenada
in panama you slaughterized
but you'll end up with hands in nada,
fore gone without God on your side.

please stop callin him
ron, when it is ronin you
are speaking to..please?

It confuses us other rons on the list

cleaning rain gutters
or bass fishing with my son
that is the question

.....hello my children
i have been to a session
.....eating bitter baaa*

...(cooked native style)

Two times a hundred
images teleported
Just two have the meat

(hey goku, didn't Ron tell you
you are...good?)

In tHe AfghAn SaNds
dUsT tRaiL oN tHe hOrizOn
Ben RidiNg a gOaT

meanwhile, in a secret lab

the new dude sounds quite
..familiar as if he's been
.......around for a while

..(jewel, quick thy noose!)