when I leave here and don't respond to this website i have peace of mind because i know I haven't allowed people to needle me and I think that people have access to my life that makes it think it's ok if i let them but if I stole your identity, knew how to hack into your private lives, psychologically led someone you loved into an insane asylum, this is the paradox of chatrooms, bullietin boards, e-mails, webservers, social groups. Social groups play games and on line they are cliquish, clubbish and much like the social groups in high school. In the case of on line a narrowing sense of lack of anonymity is forcing people to mature. Now the entire time I've been here I've tried that only to be called "mad," to have my weaknesses rubbed in my face, and my writing suffers as a result. I give up on trying to figure you people out... Go figure yourselves out, my writing is my business if I ever get a bloody book out and stop playing the victim to morons who think "because you let them" precludes "do unto others..."

when the pot boils
turn that heart down to simmer
making a great stew

little cute people
gorgeous faces spreading love
tomorrow's children

laughter above clouds
below ground roots have their stand
free falling seems fine

out of print underline
recognizable by black
mark of trace machine

use action button
here you will learn to fire
practice on target

loads of makeup on
going to the doc to score
some there..lady things

I have no doubt dear
the last one won't work so well
decision hour

sincerity false
some box's are too easy
been there done that

things i've confirmed here :
i'm too sorry for myself
and you rub it in

bottle cap conducts
scince fair business is such
it's pretty peaceful

your love light shined through
saw the world within U 2
issues are on me

lit fused with a con
just dreaming to breathe..see
that's confused -AD

Sleep deprivation
perchance, dream Abigail's theme
but herself could see

going down alone
sensational one peril
piper's danger zone

edges of selfish
where you leave no legacy
for babes to swallow

Get a grip on life
Your interpretation

Only thing to say
Haiku is but one stanza
Jesus fucking christ

why are you people so unspiritual and why do i let you get to me when I should be minding my own business even trying to think that you'll accept anything i saw without a hint of Satanic mockery or a desire for revenge or resentment

let's hope I mean this
this time...goodbye?

an excersise in
ricochet jitterbug jazz
anything in hand

people I admire
mostly smell funny and don't
get outside too much

it's a big mistake
insulting alligator
afer river cross

either way you are
do it regret it or don't
she stands in fire

the 1st grape was sweet
in search again through bitters
til sweet arises

nothing impossible
have you ever tried to slam
a revolving door??

advantage you have
you can kiss my ass as to
where.. I just cannot

inclined to forget
illusionary use of myth
rewrite the virus

danced, cried, laughed and died
fire burnes mah-jongg's tiles
message left in soot

looked her in the eye
said "you mean nothing to me"
swells of sweepy stride

damn this wine tastes
it sucks more than anything
down good and bloody

not just dealing with
death.. but giving it a long
hard, sloppy-word kiss

whoa hey it's like a
koala bear crapped a rainbow
in my brain..

sincere incidence
cut out paradox moment
to REM sleep

simply connected
waves water onto the shore
by one's first idea

shotgun house and tell
in relational grammar
as a prig primate

the news sheets contain
the melody of the show of spin
the drama of the

media obcessed
world which history flashes
images of horror

and protest, psychopath
indifferent to the self
babbling on and on

about nothing, we
see nothing on the news on
reminded of words

the cycle of time
repeats itself till time comes
to an end itself

which is an empty
skull in a catacomb in
the killing fields of

Cambodia, or on
a slab in an icy tomb
or dust in a test

tube, once human, done
recycled, pickled, morbid
bits of human stuff

what do you tell your
children when they ask why the
sky is blue, the truth?

Ok lets try this
Max your wonderful, handsome
You

call it what you will
we never said it was art
but at least we tried

reversion of tide
a counter-change makes fortune
deep roots, wrong side out

dull titillation
pillow burning flannel flames
in twilight nightmares

divination by
curious illustration
salt, nails, winds and dreams

at those secret games
played at skull and bones some guess
gossip, write books for

Barnes and Nobles folks looking for
ghosts and aliens and you've
your own madman ;)

i don't recall much
rain and rain and the heavy casket
acid in my throat

I know, I know, I
got my own flaws big time, but
there's something to be

said about rising
up above it all, or more thoughts
sometimes art is fun

even if it isn't art
we can have fun educated
out of us or, as

bruce lee put it
a teacher is a guide to
more things like such...

my poetry isn't that good
that's how I feel reading
your stuff when I am at peace

indeed pure perturbation
and lack of education
leads to more times

of mutual masturbation
what a sensation
they said down at the station

I like to watch turkeys
and see them goof around
over birdseed and bread

I like fairly cheap American and Canadian beers, and I like to have peace of mind

don't u?

I wonder if the ash
is a hole or from the tree
it's human behavior

there is no logic, no
reason, only emotional blockades
I shall storm your beaches
and liberate your french...

wine? when those who stifle their style voice concern about others

they and i fight on and on
and the call order to put down the words...

Gethsemanie, I wonder if
we can leave websites at
the Cross, what would you

all leave at the Cross
and what would happen to
you if you did?

life was meant to enjoy
sadly some people don't get this fact
and continue to provoke

with nothing in front of
them, they are nothing, always will be nothing

till they grow out of the cavern in Socrates parable
and see the sun for the first time

the voices are sometimes
best learned in silence which is
why so many in spots

say nothing to the swine
they live with in everyday life
because swine trample pearls

aggresion and war
gore on the knives of those
who resented saying

"we were just protecting outselves"
cambodia and kent state
the killing fields of auschwitz

bones in the face, can
you hide from the negative
with new age ideas and talk

about second comings when
right here, right now is the place
where we all live and wish

and dream

drugged out poets
hanging out in droves, selfish
eternally damned, self glorifying
and most of all, pathetic

a kind answer sometimes
turns away anger, I wonder if
you understand this fact