what you see is what
perception is in the eye
but my eyes are blind

sometimes I delete
because I rethink and then
sometimes ..it comes out

welcome dilbert, stage
cubicile, mold of men, artist
businessman, smile...

i never made much
sense, I wanted to but got
shit for it, so I

tended to keep to
myself, but what good does it
do, turn the cheek, turn

does anyone know cinquains?
(Mox)

selling old books for
the cost of a dime, never
read, sad to go, oh well

(5-7-6)

Les Paul!!! awww! u are
truly a Gibson of a man
you of many names...

(5-8-5)

oops spellun errer
I just can't git my head on
Holy Mary tight

what else is so sweet?
why an it's eletric drum kit
love, the price is right

Mother's day present
she's natural wood and sweet
Momma's first Les Paul :))))

spatula of death
another useless pasttime
as if I needed more

eating an apple,
I think I taste pesticides.

office of zombies
milling listlessly about
coffee maker dead

an endless meeting
debtating product features
strongest bladder wins

laughs!!!

too bad we found out
about gram walking home from
our house christmas eve...

A dirty business
assholes at Miracle Gro
gotta sue the WORM guy

the old-timers know
why she never undresses:
grandma has a cock

he wears a diaper
crawls himself around the floor
I swear.. I'de just laugh

speaking of, how does
one make real green eggs and ham
I've plenty of "ham" :)

frustration is not
always projected or set in
but sometimes purifies

a temperance
to the will and self, seeking
eventually, what one had

happiness was with
thee all this time, no one else
could give it to me or you

that old love/hate thing
bdsm sub and domme
a strange sade' twist no?

before sour grapes
and afterwards a good and
tasty merlot

well, I let you people
walk all over me, of course
you're going to mock me

Dance as no one is watching?


To dance is private
But Intense self-expression
Performed in public

there is nothing like
a soul who can let it out
and laugh the next day

oh well, your website
is sour grapes anyways
I've better things to do

i admit words shake
souls up but they can also
heal, instruct, and guide

we will never give
up, or surrender for hell's
voices speak volumes

but are drowned out by
the fury of peace of mind and
a quiet rebuke

shrugs, like a road rage
let the guy die down the road
obituaries his

do me a favor
next time you say harsh words as
I am known for see

me in you speaking
and think of those who do the
same great leap forward

to try and shock and
hear the voices silenced speaks
volumes to hell's thoughts

silence the word smiths
smash the machines, luddites play
games with the future

many stand in line
to lash out and decide in
haste to make waste in

slice your fuckin' wrists
cut off your typing fingers
take a fuckin' rest

the greeks do it best
with a little ouzo head
love those lamb gyros

think ouzo might work?
I

anyone got a
thing of ouzo here? I'd think
I might make sense then

it

finally it's here
cleansing spirits of the year
took you long enough

the voyeur

seventeen fingers
balled into a mighty fist!
pow! smack! biff! basho!

run-on sentences
inelegantly broken
do not make haiku

the future holds much
uncertainty, and faith keeps
some from slicing wrists

from giving up, from
thinking all is in vain and
I am not sure if

this makes people strong
or just pisses people off
due to superstition

like the idea of 5,7,5...

Worst advice ever:
"Dance like no one is watching."
Why not just dance well?

nagging is of an
addict, it guides those closest
to a child, in some

cases, but one cares not
but steers away from the mad
the mind is clear when

when I am gone, or
you die, what will your words mean
emptiness? cbs?

I have a great deal
of issues but also faith
and those might come to

be under some strange thought
event, circumstance, even
moving on, to what...

at times I tend to
think that people get used to
their own opinions

as being the only
reality of others, when in fact
that's subjective

I'm leaning back in
my chair thinking that people are
people...depeche mode

Rip Van Winkle-like,
I find that two years have gone!
sadly, mox has not

so hey there janis
about that april fools prank
a belated ha!

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

there is no knowing
an electron