according to the Satanic
you got your own problems
revel in them

most people who feel
like committing suicide
don't see any other way

out, they're not crazy
they just can't take the ridicule anymore
the rejection ends

with a bullet in the head

if the words are in
writing that is one thing to
inspire but, look at mein

kamph....it wasn't even
very good writing, but that led
to six million deaths alone

among the Chosen People

so, can u help me
or, is it beyond you?

I think you misunderstand

I want to be at peace...alive,
and happy, but not falsely
so, accepting flaws

the dimestore dummy
although perfect in shape lacks
birthmarks, moles, a shape
duramold man, will
not rot, once junked, no bones, no
flaws, no inner soul

I would rather be
this misunderstood thing
you mock as never changing

than a dimestore manakin

fucking computers

I'm happier alone in the
woods and less capable of
making a fool of myself alone

I can watch, and see, and
feel I CAN BE MYSELF
WITH The God I believe in

whether you mock it or not
this is why a lot of Christians blow you off
even if you call them "unsophisticated"

they don't have to live
up to your false standards
anymore, they are false
standards you know

the internet is
not quite reality as
it is a slice of

thought, words, emotions
and a row of social chutzpahs
to be disrespected

in the ghetto I am told
if you don't play by the rules
they just up and kill you

plain and simple, no
room for error

My writing here
while angry is inferior
and does not reflect
who I really am

this is why "conservative"
people do their best work
unobstructed by the unsaved

moods spread both ways
mind is cruel and self pitying...a broken record

not a permanent state of mind

I'm afraid much like
nixon was incapable
of hiding his flaws

I'd rather with glee let\
you laugh when I can say "you
won't have moxie to kick around anymore"

and I'm still here...

Well, if I left here it
would be because I either
got in a fatal car accident
or got my life together.

my mission statement :
leave an indelible mark
though my vision fades

flaws in people are
what makes people human beings
(of course) cats are perrrrfect

      (\~/)   ,
      ). .(  ((
     (>(Y)<)  ))
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     ( C M )//
    ( | | | )
   (m (m|m) m)  

I'm really just a
fifteen yr old boy in rock
in your guitar world

the longer he plays
in this box world to nowhere
more games get dealt

singing who are you??
ooh ooh ooh ooh..tell me who..
I love those backgrounds
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I admit it Janice
I'm writing really BAD koos
oh please forgive me

aw crap.. you got me
Google does lead the right path
I'm so self centered

I love my babble
meaningless to you maybe
what do you know..huh?

xoxo

I've no answers, for
you, only a dream to which
I've no Silver Key

to open the door to
Unknown Kadath, to climb
the walls of sleep, etc

the world I knew
is dying around me, I'm
going mad from a

world gone too social
too extroverted, too far
lack of confidence

is the start of suicide
confidence is a survival trait
I don't think I want to survive

in a world this perfectionistic
plastic
let the tower of babel come down

will I ever be
a father, I begin to doubt
and to reveal a

flaw about myself
how the hell can I not be
myself, sliced spirit wrists

and all? I suppose I
need to embrace my inner
psychopath, and throw

reactions feel meaningless
I feel distracted by this
I can't stop

I won't stop, someone kill me

it's easy to act
with some "higher moral" to
someone reacting

it makes the other
appear as a fool, and makes
the one seem dauntless

when the truth is none
are perfect, all have fallen
and I'm a stubborn

relentless, son of a bitch

bikini for two bills
tis what I paid and got thrilled
Joy is such a pill

nail on the free tune
no penny to fix a price
it's love sauce for all

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