that last one was mine...
the happy haiku hacker
and joku jester

there is no knowing
an electron

hey, the site's back up
now security coded!
when did this happen?

life for melody
push aways are pardon free
left with cherish

happy birthday bro
you got away from this shit
i really miss u

just occured to me
like it should to you and i
arrows targets not

in her mind she thought
this guy will be good for me
he trophied her out

that was delightful
some of the coolest ones yet
thanks for that.uh uh

transport a delight
I'm in subjagation of
this fever needs joy

follow devout waves
in Pseudo-Revelation
children of the day

grande split in a rock
hammer hit the natural
crevice of mind seeps

strike short this stair-way
hex~ it lies in a nut shell
cross tears seek sound deep

Bulmaca ve Gazetelerde

we are all human
here, whatever is just to
be as it will be

some people write to gain
praise, others to focus their
feelings and insides...

in fact people come
into our lives and decide for
us how to live till

those people are gone
from death or seperation
justice is a word

sometimes they can't be
contained but the words on
their own mean nothing

the thing about this thing
called madness is social at
times, hysteria...

when the inmates broke
out of the asylum and
found Cthulhu, IA!

sunhine and fresh air
doctor ordered happiness
great day for the zoo!!

a stalwart series
of morons with weakend knees
will ya find truth, please?

i am what i am
just as you are what you are
but i'm way more smug

i can't quite get there
the place where you are at now
is not where i am

yell at the glued mouse
look alive get a move on
but ya know it's dead

doors flusterment shape
echoes hell in the bathroom
leaving no escape

i hate english class

hmm, what if I threw this
computer out the window, burned all my writings and became a stockbroker?

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