My five year old son
I put him in time out for
being a little jerk

He said he wasn't
going to be his sister's friend
he didn't get his way

I bet you can guess
my response to your disdain
so I won't bother

when you go to bed
and look into your mirror
give love to yourself

thank you for the love
like the time you helped your friend
her heart danced with joy
:)

so are you urbane
professional wanna be liberal scum
capable of mocking yourselves?

an explosion of anger
lashed out at his critics
marshall mathers came out

with words words words
lashing out, his sales
silenced his critics

looking for fresh meat
they attacked en masse
and then went silent when

the prey turned predator
maybe, The 11 Satanic Laws
and not the 10 Commandments

I shall handle you people
by those ideas

Shemhamforash
and it sounds as goofy
as Dr. Doom on a bender

I am also blocked by
these genuine weaknesses
these words will come back

to bite me in the ass
as each clearly expressed
insecure moment

is magnified for SOCIETY
CANNOT SEE THE LOG IN IT'S OWN EYE, the MOTE
in God's eye

YES, I know the fucking forms, true haiku, true Zen
IS FORMLESS

I really don't like you people

I wonder if you
concede that a blow against "God"
is a victory

for an empty urbane
way of life I feel
needs to be exterminated

from the earth, almost
literally

I repeat, what is important...

what is your mission statement

You tell me.

what's really important?

stone hardness of heart
salt shut the gates of mercy
wicked religion

sledge hammer hanging
suffer not on grass growing
use hand..take it down

where've the hives pith gone
lest dominoes absolute
black white and yellow

NIHILBASHO 4

a haiku
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by Aidar Ismagilov


severance
of the petals makes the Whole
rose


remember
about heart
of the speck!


the leap
of squashed worms
in lightning


the labyrinth
dies away inside
the snail


the wounded butterfly
crept into
the flower


the spider by its web
has concealed
the fire


at the reflection
aims
the mirror


the tail
throws off
the lizard


the tremble
and the shiver under
the skin


the thinnest
vortex
in the teardrop


fear,
oh Light,
to cry!


the clanging
of cicada in the piece
of ice


the swallow
casts the shadow
of the black kite


the path
in air
through petals


the lack of drop
on the tip
of the leaf


the fall of buzzing
bumblebee... in chaos
of soft caterpillars


gushed out
without streams
the rain


the tremble's caught
in the trap
of the thrill!


stings of dead bees
shows the path to cold
of dead nestlings


back into the speck of dust
compression
of the explosion


on the other side
of the void of the butterfly -
is the naught of the wolf

NIHILBASHO 3

a haiku
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by Aidar Ismagilov


the ice
inside the flower:
the snow of sap!


the trace of bird
in air - is seen before
the bird shows up


everything will be the hive
for dead
bees!


all of a sudden
got detached the tail
of lizard


the rest of
the speck of dust on the scale
of moth


the buzzing
of the bee has stunned
the stalk


the music of the flower
never starts until
it Vanishes


never betrays
only What
kills


oh only Death
is more important than the blossoming
of flower


inside itself...
has blossomed out
the bud


with thorns
has blossomed out
the rose


oh feel orgasm,
the ant
princess!


the death
from immortality
of females!


the chain of Infinity
is in suicide of
links


to walk into the stream
of resurrected
rats


the fire
tempts in vain:
the butterfly is timid


the inside
of the flower has -
the tracery of snake


the leaves inherit
the rustle
of the snake


to reign as a bee
in madness
of nectar!


the flight of butterfly
is in solidity
of ston


the torn wings
resurrect
the butterfly

NIHILBASHO 2

a haiku
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by Aidar Ismagilov


the beauty
of machaon - isn't it the end
of web?


web
after web: no one
can fly through


squashed is
the snail: and all of a sudden -
the same shape


the pointed shot -
but whirls over and over
the alive butterfly


without tremble falls
the barely blossomed
bud


the first one
to bloom the primrose
to be the first to die


the copulation
of butterflies on thorns
of cactus


the trap
of wings
of butterfly


geometry
of death: the triangle
of mantis' head


the web is torn away:
clings to the void -
the spider hangs


amongst the fragrant
caterpillars... the bee
without odor


the fluffs
of dandelion will die
in cells of honeycomb


revenge is -
mother of the honey
bees


the hit
with brass-knuckles!.. instead
of meditations


in bud
there is no dew -
the perfect silence


to swollen vein
has stuck the snail -
no way it's torn away


all petals
are torn away! no sense
in life of wind


the fall of bumble-bee
in abyss
of the drop


inside -
to sink the bud
in dew!


the precipice
is hid in...
the abyss


the nectar of the mournful
flowers was sucked
by the proboscis of the bee

NIHILBASHO 1

a haiku
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by Aidar Ismagilov


the dream of butterfly
that butterfly is dead
is reality


the water in the stem
of orchid will flood
the waterfall of dew


the rat is soaked
with the gas and burned -
the running fire


in the bottom of the tear
the scale from wings
of moth


humble, wasp!
you are refracted as
a bee in dew


flutters worm...
but seen is
butterfly


the bell
has tinkled on dead
hawk


went to pieces
the mummified
grasshopper


the wind through
the roses...quailed the eagle:
the execution by the petals!


the torn wing
of butterfly has...
never landed


even supple
boughs are broken...
tenacious snow!


beneath is the heaviness of trap.
above is lightness
of the web


there is no old pond.
there is no frog that jumped
in water


in owl's feathers
hides the ant -
it snows!


the shot!
the flower's born
in the center of brow


petals are bared like teeth -
bristled up with thorns
the she-wolf of roses


the vortex
of smallest
stings


the trap
of body's shut -
the bullet's caught!


the leap of flower -
the bee has blossomed out
all of a sudden!


the lonely blind buzzard
is left on winter ground:
the wind is fierce


no one feels sorry for -
the spider that bit
the child

NOTHING OF MATSUO BASHO

a haiku
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by Aidar Ismagilov


the dream of butterfly
that butterfly is dead
is not a dream.


the water in the stem
of orchid will flood
the waterfall of dew

chlorine smells sexy
add fresh air and a nice breeze
and I'll be outside

and thinking of you
and all your wonderful love
and your sweet smile

to be honest i
hate coming here but, I keep
coming back, it's

a danged addiction
no endless talk, the only
way off, the off switch

(suspects that many places
like this have their accepted audiences, ideas
and sheltered environs, therefore to pursue what i want I must leave without restraint)

damn it poets, I'm
a Christian, not a Nietzche
tourette's seig heil!

(miss u Bones, so
does ole miss)

harmless as dove yet
clever as serpents, sometimes
paradox is all life

(irritated, again?)

sometimes i'm just right
and other times i just write
homonymously

where there is a sheep
oh well you know what comes next
the circle of life

I dunno man, I'm just
a sheep waiting to be sheared
wool on my own eyes

meet the prop. master
spreading his thoughts with pride on
unsuspecting sheep

propaganda master
liquid titanium words flow
chemical solvent

in the tides of time
when all poets and critics
go silent, all is left

is words, some burned in
reichstags, others left in caves
to discover, tanakhs...

yet others remain
tall tales and parables the
etchings on stone time...

the human gull pokes
and scavenges to some souls
seeking to peck the skin

to get a taste of
the wounds to feed empty dead
meaningless dry souls

Fundamentally
Dancing close with a woman
Is bliss in itself!

But even higher
To commune with our partner
Tango connection

The human response
We

What, when its eaten
Gives you nothing but sorrow
Wedding cake! What ells?

Scrabble for cover
Bullets fly like consonnants
Adam's ears resound

My name is Victor
This is my first haiku song
It has been much fun

I was asked today
if I had skeletons in my
closet, funny, I

thought my skeleton
was inside my body last
I knew, but, oh well

it lies in a shell
hors-d'oeuvre in street rat mouth jaws
nouroushing small treat

interesting person
many different aspects
like steppenwolf by

mr hermann hesse
many aspects, as gemstones
faces on many sides...

now i kiss a whale
go riding upon his tail
yippie he's my slave

intimate insights
friends and family view
book due out in june

open my blind door
thus far..through a crack i see
round and round she goes

i must say indeed
i'de have you to know upon
the alter..and the moon

pepperoni pizza
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u r gay

it was excellent
jesus spoke in parables
dylan does as well

I just try to show
what preachers said
and what they do

don't get me wrong,
that's not what i think
but it's hard to explain in 3 lines

I save my hatred
for myself, love the homo
and the musclemen

that's a lot of q-
ran to lift you dig, just get
the shovel, spread the shit

I must love everyone
the preacher say
(except musulmans & homos)

gotta love the freeze
above canada, the ice
sheets practicing for

the next age of ice
sang in Dylan, and on it
comes, warm to coldness

some noise in the world
carried away by strong passion
ah, cannot be helped

well, the big storms come
but after all the ice and hail
bluster, branches

down, the light melts this
crust of hard water away
as with each spring tide

this is what I see showing
in the attitudes here

feel so good tonight
like a new scent in my hair
smiling overcomes

benzo diaz taunts
i believed him to be dead
post acute bastard