souls spiral to a dark
center, the chord around the neck
strangles, autoerotic

you can see the demons
on a dark globe, the reality of hell
is a promise of oblvion

but eternal bliss is
a lie, the damnation can
never be left behind

will you shut up will
my father died from a brain tumor
it killed him in 2005

he was in his bedroom
you see this man twitching
spitting, sputtering

calling an ambulance
a man who had control
of his own life and

lost it because of cells
gone mad, and you dare
tell me of a "specific problem"

life is too fucking short
for that kind of bullshit
do I need more to

"teach the little boy
a lesson so we can feel morally superior?"

you are casting
the first stone
see you in hell

with great pleasure
i admit

Well-to-do, they try
superficial and careful
to squeeze every drop

while the mind is played
strange things are happening
ignorance is bliss

you dare predict my
life for me you, little people
how dare you tell me

try to intimidate
with threats of potential
"events", the reality is

this is a bboard
with chatroom egos
and I am one of them

I suppose my body
in a match and kerosine
is a "severe problem"

for some strange reason
i can only write haikus
just on this website

if that is the case
pass me the razor, I will cut
up, and down, and you

can laugh about how
crazy I was and how weak I was
and I can burn in hell

One day you will face
(I hope you have the courage)
A severe problem
*
In your life you need
Inner strength and the correct
Attitude to cope

laughter is the best
medicine for pride and I feel
so pretty right now???

not that I'm looking
your a twit..but that tattoo
mighty fine sexy..

use is not random
the participant is here
whom it is about

slober lix my face
giant paws and fluffy fur
makes for silly play

you have a hand in
my beloved enemy
no love lost between

the human mind holds
mysteries even to those
who live in their own

so are those who are
out of their mind, at some great
advantage you think?

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?