I 'm asking u my friend
to stop me save me from ..HERE NOW
I wish no faulter

not what u think
no internet haiku dream
this is in my face.

and he touches me..
realeases my desire
opens me wider..

broke can't be broken
is what I meant.. I'm bleeding
only love knows meaning

so here it is he
reality confusion
twits real life got.. NOW

this is he that done
that to me.. I can touch him
as he does .. small bits

so , here broken small
I'm nothing , nothing at all
I turn to rock roll

relaity sucks
to be me.. it so true ..see
pain can't break BROKEN

rubbish lair.. jeered fate
hands betwixt upon the date
the goblin ate all mine

Malignant Samhain
Harvest of sorrow and pain
Choke on your candy

Dolorous twilight
Too few anvils descending
Where is my release?

the crow came to us cancer took its awful toll
and smith and wesson

Happy Halloween
guys, may you know great joy in
this time of fall change

I just listen to
a remake of black hole sun
by peter frampton

wow

you take your whole life
each moment containing pulse
while your life takes you


before your eyes it is
read the you news today
and so tomorrow..

Bulmaca Sozlugu

So uncle Vanya
The Cherry orchard plays well
Waiting for Godo?

Dismissive or fun
The word

He

You

I like the word

Clear bright sunlit sky
Bright new morning, a new start
Make the most of it

Is dying simple?
Think, all the bonds you must break
People you must leave
&
Things you must pay back
The debts you own to others
Not money but gifts.
&
Friendships offered free
When times were hard your friends count
Don

living is complex
one thing after another
dying is simple

once your satisfied
everything else seems mundane
like taking a piss

it's a bit stressy
but it's nice to get to bed
early in a way

the clock on the wall
is one hour slow. damn you
daylight savings time.

remember words are a virus
and like moods, they're catching

others letting a
bit of light shine and the clouds
break up in moments

Loves lost emotions
Devotion, care, and longing
Giving sacrifice

Walking solitude
Breeze blown clouds cross the moon
Moonlit Birds fly by
&
Hot breath floats on wind
Caught on autumns mournful call
Cold clear night whispers
&
Summer is no more
Prepare for winter goddess
Crowned ice diadem
&
She who sports the crown
Deep unfeeling coal black eyes
Comes nigh unbidden

A sign of welcome?
Its all gone wrong hasn

yoghurt and fresh fruit
madly overclocked athlon
and then there's moxie

india.arie
hey, holds up the metal
sign to her m.

when the skin decays
from a brother or our kind
we are all bleached bones

u can't answer KKK talk
witn an intelligent answer
might as well expect
rush limbaugh to come out
of the closet as a bisexual
crossdresser who is sexually
attracted to micheal j. fox
before his parkinson's disease
which explains his lack of empathy and my thinking
rush is getting senile to lower
himself to that

http://www.languageisavirus.com/

I just left a link in case someone
wanted to play around with the concept of language
as this too as a website is an on going work in progress

there's the bends from deep
sea diving coming up fast
from the depths of her

to the depths of mind
not coming up soon enough
for mental fresh air

I liked that one "spiral down"

there's a feeling of
intense strings pulled, to fill time
to sell news by fear

some call it the liberal
media, others
call it corporate

the note is the same
panic on the dance floor and
short attention spans

as our systems build
for the absorbing of info
cyborg mankind

books to mp3
data in our minds, and ads
maybe our minds, thieves

becoming us as we
hook our identities
to this little beast

we call home enter
entangled our world wide
web of time and space

Pushed and pulled about
Others seek to control me
My life

pianos are one
tori amos, trent reznor
you play well, key in

spinning still living
loving the sound that drives me
my god I'm happy

Turning on my axis
I

My name is Kendell
I love to play the piano
its fun or enjoying

wish I had a "neg-"
"gress" but beauty and taboo
over skin color

what whaT?

The Negress Always
Called Him Natty Bumppo. found
When He Laughed.thank you

I can say in less
words, what I mean come out
and just say it all

I disagree with
clarity as too much "peace"
is akin to castration

in the male sense
of expression of male
emotions and nature

from one to know all
a second self greatest to least
no mince the matter

lucid and concise
quaint pre-post modern concepts
or not. Whatever

mixing messages,
like drinks, blurs reality;
sober words clear sense.

overclock i must
more of a nerd than ever
je suis

reverse Turing test
jcaptcha gnirut routine
traps robot poets

Living in Paris
is a sine qua non of
Loving in Paris

Extracting movement
Taking the beauty from music
Turned into magic

follower I see
not so much a leader be
get out of the way

Haiku sucks....