elric's sword drank the
souls of those it slew as drunks
drinking wine as blood

devoid of pigment
savors the fermented grape
albino wino

fightin killin wine
gonna put u to a grave
nothing left to saaave

give me three steps if
you see that guy there lookin'
for a u know who

U two step to it
don't let it fool ya 'bout what's
inside..then curtsey

who sang the song with
there might be a little dust
on the bottle? well...

surprised to see the
sun for I'd not opened these
windows, is all fresh???

the more dust on the
bottle and a fine vintage
better red....mmmm....wine

it's not hand on back
without transference of heat
his full open palm

The warm sun shines down
Awakening Butterflies
Misty warm green grass
*
Tall trees full of spring
Laying on my back staring
Beauty spreads herself
*
Listening to Ipod
Slow Latin plays in my head
Leisurely I dance
*
Where are you today?
Caught up in the mundane
Attending to life
*
Oh bright shining eyes
Freedom is a dance away
Come, let

country girls like fire
remember steam off clear lakes
and spend days fishin'

tempeste hand smooth
bite full of sound and fury
triumph with honor

it's to learn quiet
boundaries and it sometimes
takes many mistakes

all is for the best
the wish to a feather of
a wish to a thought

that was from the right
the left is damaged beyond
it's called castleing

left or right from this
fear in itself of itself
cross worded broadside

mystified sober
in matters of due respect
cries out of earshot

I think that some give
some pause because the heat burns
both me and you, a

spiritual x
marks the spot to dig to the
treasure...spock....shov....el

which I suppose then
as I've been saying heaven
too is self--accept...

this self created
hell is a black hole from which
escape is self willed...

those in romance speak
as in French and Italian
know well their drama...

Inferno, Purgatorio....

Candide?

la belle dame merci
she herself would swallow hell
divine in it's play

I have fallen and
finally this time I will
not get up again

in pride i too should
remain in sin, hiding from
life itself, pulse, flat

faces love learn to trust
furnished with water and dust
accepts all or none

when all is said and
done it was all within, not
outside, buddha found

if i want to live
having spoken of my fears
will someone lash out

adhd soul vis lashed
people compelled to remind
us of our mistakes

to be honest I
feel like burning out at last
will death bring me peace

angels feed on fools fears
and devour my soul with
premonition, dead heat

to sell out to want
the acceptance of those who
hold iron pyrite

heed to facula
never quip on lotus land
like an angel feeds

the changes are based
on seeing things as they are
to break rules of art...

I was told by a
professional to rules first
academia forgets...

how to play and in
frustration internalized
we forget ourselves

time to face the strange
but David Bowie doesn't
change very much...aiiie...

bone of contention
changes terrify one
arpeggiating

wish I had never
gotten wrapped up on line and
wasted 10 more years

then again at the sign
of the devil's crossroad pleased
to walk on, no hope

when in doubt please the
conformity, when he is
praised, then hangs himself

well on a sign on
the road Adventists said this
is a year of change

the grass grows taller
symbollically underground
empiricism

hep hep and hooray!
after 10 long years of shit
finally a breakthrough!

wish i was a boy
but then i wouldn't be me
and then I'de be gay

i can feel the blow
of the shepard's staff and will
need asprin quite soon

what if something sucks
but someone likes it (plan 9)
and can't look away...

submit disbelief
many are gone from this world
life keeps charging...on...

it is a steer art
resting upon king power
with a shepard's hook

bad is this haiku
no one will read my haiku
because it all stinks

by jove i think he's
got it, gee willikers odd's
gods, five seven five

I'd like to stop but
Bukowski said he could not
this is a sickness

I feel better when
I am kind and don't react
like I lose something

haiku is not that
easy, distilled message to
make a simple point