Mox' verbosity
A rampant monstrosity
Most execrable

A sticky bead rolls
velvet thought set in motion
down the black fabric

A happy, pregnant
oppossum, all soft and fat
a gift worth giving

With helmet strapped tight
the slobbery chewbacca
eats chips made of lead

I'll worry about it
when I have to
I don't have time anymore

didn't this happen when
I took things so seriously
here and just went nuts

i don't want to be
him anymore, I want that me dead
spiritually, dead

here lies the old me
dust to dust, void to void
waiting for godot

I am tempted
to become your
"severe problem"

seriously

a friend who really
knew me though, tried to
explain my humanity

to you as people
I am a person, with feelings
a life outside of this

I've lost a lot
to the passing of time
family, friends, memories

I don't think I can
handle the gradual change
or that people care

they just are my enemies here
you people are my enemies

why do I answer
people who want to see me
fail so they can
feel

"closure"
why bother with you
it hurts to

I have been prepared
to deal with "severe problems"
my entire life

this is but business
as usual for me
if I meet you will

you're right, I need my
ass kicked, my life needs
to end, my house destroyed

all I love taken away
renamed Job
and so I can curse God

or have pe

I may become a
severe problem if I have to
just to show how
wounded my pride is
I didn't want to come
back here, I don't
want anything to
do with people like you
I don't want anything
to do with people
people are hell
hell is other people
we are already damned
a severe problem might be
action taken in self defense
a court room to explain
the lives I snuffed out
or whatever that attacked
one faithful night to me
you people belong to the devil
say what the devil wants
and try to drag a soul
down to hell with yourselves

the superficial ruled
the americas in the 1990s
3000 of them died

in 9/11, superficial
or not, such "severe events"
are rendered meaningless

something may also
happen to others here
that, break them, shells

of their former
humanity
(I take it personally)

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