foggy morning, nasty sky
one tough of writeing haiku
he neve knew of http://ujas.org

maybe he's asleep
or just talking to himself
i hope he stays there

sadly impotent
you who has such great power
can't manage hotlinks

eyes front, soldier boy
Attention Private Nippress
stop fondling your gun

Water engulfs me
Soft encompassing wetness
Sound vanished calm

Water bears away
Thoughts turn to life absolute
Refreshing feelings

Rise up and stand tall
With eyes seeing creation
Resolve not to lose

Determined go
Forward with woes departed
Life

your bold buns of steel
your magnificent manhood
you're still just as lame

i capitulate
dominant zabadooey
i want your love child

dull repetition
is the saddest form of lame
and you've got it bad

how appropriate
for someone as bright as you
la

If Santa was black
He would have a black bag too.

To carry his stuff in...
and also have black shoes.

His reindeer would be brothas,
With gold teeth
and they would slap around they
ho's when they needed it.

this is the one i really like
though..
www.hotnastygayass.com

i am the greatest
no, even greater than that
wait, no, even more.....

which one is myself ?
which one needs medication ?
um yep, the lame one

that's entertainment
so many aliases
and all of them lame

waste of electrons
instead of inspiration
we get that lame guy

yawn..... ho hummmm... what's new ?
oh, nothing much you can see
i wrote some haiku

www.smellmyfinger.com

www.ballsitchbad.com

www.hotnastygayass.com

I miei occhi sono bruciati, io non possono vedere, io non possono parlare, io non sono liberi. Ho perso la mia udienza, suono e tutti, non posso sentirsi, io sono una parete. Non posso sentire l'odore di, un germoglio del fiore, non posso toccare, una torta di fango. I miei sensi andati, Im andato da solo, non ho pelle, io non ho ossa.

Ich bin von, wo der rote Schmutz den gr

If Santa was black
He would have a black bag too.

To carry his stuff in...
and also have black shoes.

His reindeer would be brothas,
With gold teeth
and they would slap around they
ho's when they needed it.

I am from where the red dirt meets the green jungle
The mangoes are plucked ripe off the trees
The juice runs clear down my chin
I am from the dark secrets carried in the bowels of slave ships
The rhythm of the Atlantic pushes us towards our destiny
I am from backs burnt from chopping cane
Ebony skin shines reflecting my beauty
I am from the place where palm trees whisper their stories
Nestled between their embraces my ears strain for their wisdom
Now, I am from the brownstones and basketball courts
Where baggy jeans and Timberlands are the standard uniform
I am from where bodegas are on every corner
Coronas are sipped, straw hats are worn, and dominoes are slammed
I am from a little seed that grew into an entire legacy

Have some respect for the Vietnam Vet for
they are our fathers and friends
They didn't want to go, they didn't even
know the meaning of life or death.
I am the son of an M-16 gun of agent orange and napalm gel
The children whine.......will my daddy come
home, will we ever see him again.....?
Or will we hear from his friend how he came to
a tragic end.....
NO, never again, don't let this happen ever
again...

Old boats set wonder.
Summer offers eagerness.
Kindly huge cats wake.

cum stain part IV

abstain
from chain
smokaing

cum stain . part trois

cum stain . part deux

Yeah, I used to live there
in Melbourne, Florida.
The hurricanes really
sucked because we had
a bunch of them in a
short period of time and
the power was out for a
long time also. But, we
went over to Tampa for
one of them and got to
see Ozzfest at the Ford
Theatre, so not a total
loss. Anywayyyyzzz,
sorry forgot this is for
haiku and not for mad
incessant rambling such
as what I have been
doing here.

Wilma came to me
She left me a tornado,
Chaos and carnage

au contraire, retard
who's got anger issues then ? ash does! i fuck
goats indeed!

cum stain

jameson and me
we get along very well
i love to swallow ball
jizz

jameson and me
we get along very well
i love to swallow

he says some rude things
but just between you and me
he doesn't mean them

oh lame plagiarist
you really are much too sweet
blow me a wet kiss

outside it may be
raining homosexuals,
but in my heart there's sunshine and RAINBOWS
and flowers for all my
gay truck drifing friends.

lame ash homo
lame ash homo
lame lame lame homo
ash homo ass homo
butt pirate in cases
of ass pilfering
you didn't get that I,
Ash-hole, suck ball
juice.

outside may be rain
but in my heart there's sunshine
and smug forgiveness

lame lame lame lame lame
in case you didn't get that
we all think you're lame

in your religion
you have reached the pinnacle
you're the dalai lame

wow, what an insult
the world is stereotypes
but you're one-track : lame

au contraire, retard
who's got anger issues then ?
you are lame indeed

Stupidity falls.
Playing, false shadows run.
Smooth, flustered girls clash.

you're not any god
jesus might have healed the lame
you're past redemption

you should have used MY
you mean to do YOUR bidding
how lame can you get ?

only half a wit
and too many syllables
you really are lame