the ugly beauty
of paradox, people are
textbook examples

it seems unreal
but, it is, and the mind mine
is shocked in the least

Social awareness
Is looking after others
Or it

antec tornado
sounds like a vacuum cleaner
before i turn it up

at night here these roads
are all ice, and to come home
like on a back road...

wow

Whilst a' frolicking
Tumbled into a cesspool
'Twas interred in turds

mox, indeed i'm glad

on a trip to say
alaska, would it be seen
as brauty, or cold

too brutal to see
the tundra as paradise
but nature's hell here

in the case of those
people who are "morons", I've
my moments of rage

I look stupid when
I blow my top, lose my cool
get my mind on those

who feel important
by doing just that, but yes
it repeats itself

it's a rock in hell
rolled up a hill, rolls back down
paging sissyphus?

let go of the rock
eaiser said than done sometimes

to burst a dam mess
I like to see the thoughts flow
and not blocked, they, well

glad to have u all back

to the one who calls itself tunabreath...

imitate me and
you flatter me so thank you
but actually not

this cat loves a bit
of ol' ultraviolence
claws sharp

Illuminated
Stark outlines, lit from behind
Naked human minds
*
Some are just awesome
And a few terrifying
Others very dull
*
If you could pick up
Someone

Zabadooey

Needs medical help
Not a cranial injury
He bores me rigid
*
I never wrote that
Please don

Stifled, rigid and
bent over sideways,
and now, the present.

My good chums, welcome!
We dare again for
ultraviolence, yes..

I am back, indeed,
taking on my ghost,
stepping on my feet.

I see a kitty
trying to be somewhat funny
but actually not

i smell a strong scent
like fresh haiku on a page
but actually fish

a long time ago
in an rv far far gone
a hand wove on a spring

in the back window
on the road to santa's village
junk yards of

fathers long dead, held
in times before terrorists
and loss of innocence

the dance of life, some
dance solitary, others
life is a mosh pit

Mr. Nippress, you
should do what u do professionally in novel form

remember this is the same
guy who wanted to put
a crowbar through the head

of "Zabadooey" in a fit of rage, you are impressive
and you write beautifully.

so take what I say with
great understanding that
I tend to say what I mean

Trying to convince
A dancer to try Tango
I tried to explain
*
Its intellectual!
We converse with our movements
Non-verbal conversation
*
That

I tried to go back
with him, I drank beer and smoked
no it did not work

these vows I swore on
I've changed and can't go back there
I'm so sorry dear

it is life's meaning
we grow and some never do
what can i do now

you get mad and swear
I cry and my hearts' hole grows
bigger into death

change I can't deny
swallow us and eat our lives
where do I go now?

so this old woman
choses to lonely stray dance
back to the alley

damn now the cat muuuse
the bitch done scratched me last night
I have a fever

drinking ..don't so much
tonight it seeem=s i've agreed
what secrets will spill**

the power to take
and erase grafiti, wall
whitewashed from gang marks

like a dog peeing
on a fire hydrant, washed
animal wild boys

there is something to
be said for these periods of
time where things are

silly, like disco
they come, and they go, and these
cycles just, happen

the life you're living
is real as any other
so smile and live it

would he stop for us?
alcohol and all his things
he said...but he did***

maybe you just need
a very nice vacation
so you can rest up

sometimes there's a place
where people find themselves and
the only way out, is out

to be honest, the
urge to walk away, to go
silent, I think peace...

I'm an internet
addict, and I am trapped
in a scene of my

own making, I need to
get my life back otherwise
I live this cycle...

words will never win
any argument or meaning
I should just remain silent

a torpedo train
atomic death-blow war horse
T N T big bomb

Because her and God
Were good friends the english burned
Joan of Arc to death

seven years later,
my haiku suddenly
turned up on Google?

incarcerated
lonely but earning money
the cycle repeats

it just seems that things
happen for a reason and
I don't know what they

are until all is
said and done

spit it out baby
pickthank aint from hominy
it's heartburn harvest

I need to get off
my self and realize others feel
these feelings as well

I am truly sorry
I have a temper and it
is a weakness

try some sedation
instead of cogitation
less aggravation

cause this is thriller'
silence falls upon the land
and I am sorry

why is it that which
is truly christian needs to be
set aside

in order for people
to have to figure it out
for themselves

fuck this place
people don't give a shit about me
they only care about themselves

well, I do think of
suicide a lot and the response
is either "go ahead, ha ha ha"

or sympathy, and it's
yet, another attempt to
get rid of these voices

if I wasn't an addict to this
internet and other people's feelings I wouldn't be here
I might do something with my life, even if it means flipping burgers for a meagre paycheck\

I'd rather be a toothless idiot
than a poet here

who are you, better
than i am? who are you?
really? who challenges

your own social patterns
what is Canada? What does
Zabadooey believe

do I talk too much
or is that your opinion?
what is a solution

lawsuit, jail time? my murder?
over words on a website?\
condecension? what the
heck does this shit solve?

what do I want? what do YOU want? that's the basic question, artistic freedom, a quiet space to reflect on and repeat beliefs that you take for granted, unchallenged?

I don't know if this place
really is that important
to be honest, do I have
to play emotional blackmail?

I had no idea poems would
be used to express anger, and the cold desire of want

needs, it's not the best
I could be, just a reaction
that's all it is, self analytical
reaction, inviting the same

"you talk too much" blah blah blah, i am the Great this
I am better than you

and the Tower of Babel was
cast down, metaphor or reality
by a bolt of lightning

human being have limits
I'm proof of that :)

i satire myself

if we were here to
see each other face to face
what would we see there

pride? a desire
to prove who is right, to be
"the voice" who says it

as it is, resent
this hound, silence him or cast
him on, ban him, we

are social animals
and society is a game
and that games has rules

I would rather be a loser
for to me the game is a damnable lie leading
to eternal damnation

I am bewildered
which is more rediculous
the "pompous rich socialist"

role, the run away psychopathic born again christian or

the "ah ha ha ha, I'm a cheese sandwich" person.

if you want me to go
away, stop playing all
these fucking games

and say "go away"
RC Sproul, Christian author
love, laughs a lot

thinks he's funny, Calvinist
now when I'm gone a nuisance
will be gone, but, maybe, oh, 7, 9 weeks later, gee, oh

who knows
who gives a shit
i know you guys don't
burn in hell? who knows :)

the highest of folks
is the Servant of God
See you in heaven boys

if I don't go to
hell first, I suspected
then again these
guys are "liberals"

so they play games

sometimes we need
the spurs to compete to
win the trophy at

the end of the day
the game is with competition
to deny it is death

you talk way too much
servant boy shut up before
I replace your ass