How

it was just a dream
a change over the spirit
or so it may seem

we delude ourselves
dna is a virus
we're just the vector

computer virus
purely destructive life form
life in mans image

the elderly are
wrong in how they often set
their sights on the wrongs

of their children, and
say this and that and forget
the logs in their eyes

Aim as a dancer
I try to move fluid idly
With grace and some style
*
A middle-aged man
Shuffles by invisible
No one sees him pass
*
Disabled since birth
No self-expression in his
Poor ungainly gait
*
Cannot imagine
How he must want to swap with
Least able of us
*
I

Reasonable dancer
I

I

twenty years I've spent
writing letters never sent
for this I repent

that's a negative
life is not absence of death
it's the things you do

what is happiness?
just the absence of sadness?
is there something more?

Thanks for the sweet words
Tango, Salsa, and Ballroom
Six days a week now

bringing passion up
is the sweetest endeavor
glad to know you dance

what it here I saw
maybe it was over there
or was it a dream

if it was a dream
then I spend too much time here
or so, maybe not

I could feel nothing
I pushed my emotions down
For Eight years in all
*
Just emotionless
I tended a dying wife
Only way to cope
*
Throughout all this time
Struggled to bring up a child
She has grown up now
*
My wife has now died
In touch with my emotions
They

Knew you

perhaps I am too
cynical, a moment of
frustration and in

the end kindness like
the waves cresting will wash those
cold hard stones away

paradox, kindness
invites abuse, mercy, hate
paradox, anger

invites respect and
fear from those who only know
abuse and murder

keep dancing tango -
perception is all and nowt...
we see what suits us.

pigeon holes don't fit
too square, too small, too smelly
for bold tango men

let static pigeons
coo and bill and see the world
through a fixed square frame

your experience
all belongs wholly to you
enjoy and live it!

Every single day
is the start of a new year,
or the end of one.

New Years Day is myth
it's just any other day
with a sparkling date

and another chick
singing a song with Meatloaf
I want to do that

if you did not learn
from the experienced old
you'de still poop your pants

ride in the whirlwind
direct the eye of the storm
stomache your colors

new year opens page
thankful for at least the small
do a world of good

why it is a lot
of youth embraces wisdom
and age folly, this is

almost like the gens
are seeing the grass is green
failed to see grey/blue

hair on the gen fence
careless or careful, too much
if I try to make

people live my life
rather than live my own as
I had done here once

Each and every year
Some Impractical People
Set themselves high tasks
*
It

what can you tell me
that i don't already know
almost anything

with is not there now
read it without the word with
happy new year

happy new year
last year was kind of swinging
into with the next one

Disbelief. I

Hangings and lynchings
History tells us, can lead to
Lynchings and Hangings

Found this new news feed
Fair, balanced, accurate news
Like _that's going to sell?

k e y b o a r d i s b r o k e n
h a v e s w i t c h e d t o t h e t y p e w r i t e r
D e l e t e i s w h i t e o u t

one ex-dictator
one ruler of the free world
neither is well hung

nazareth "love hurts"
spin a few for people, voice
j. geils band..."love stinks"

Love is cheap
Just like me
Love is pain
Cant you see

the seriousness of
the passing of dictators
on the news makes me

think and feel shocked that
evil men of history
are now history

Midnight startles cats.
Flowers bite a walked, short sun.
Joy falls then snow talks.

trying not to push
overload, this is fun now
I like all your words

I feel welcome

procrastination
at all levels, in my life
means I still sit here

writing like the net
was young and rebellious
but generations... eh

Something Dangerous
Haunting

once upon a time
i was ahead of myself
well, often really

another year gone
seems like only yesterday
it was yesterday

WORST HOMOPHONES EVER.
morose Saturday
never known a sadder day
yo! where's 'at herd, eh?

the noise boys often
keep going, wonder why he
himself does it, life

lock up the children
they let him out for christmas
but only briefly

too long no haiku
though i have nothing to say
there now i've said it

Bulmaca Sozlugu

vacation's over
I must now go back to work
will be difficult