it's allright okay
take what's real and leave the pain
as long as you can

owing nothing to
the well of biting dust days
buckets come up clean

haiku

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When read in isolation
It does not make sense
*
Specifically
It was for an idiot
Who was there, then gone
*
He may come back soon
But he will go just as quick
Waste of time really

reminder's of fun
some things to be put aside
priorities first

quite innovative
spaghettimonsterriding
back to jimmie's days

carlos reygadas
i want to see your movie
mexican love scene

portugese oxbow
deep red neurotoxic fluid
move like a blue fish

le hip hop francais
dear heinz reich of fm4
not always peaceful

I have found the way
Flying Spaghetti Monster
Delicious heaven

mountains and molehills
very different in nature
the are not the same

Little pools of piss
Collects in stagnant puddles
It stinks a little
*
All lower life forms
Piss where they sleep, they like it
They feel like its home
*
You just pinch your nose
For any bad smell, that

methods of still life
desire sweet fetching blows
make paintings wild

blue fish Is living
in the hoof print of an ox
seeing nothing more

Constantly changing
The world and my place in it
Where will I be next?

to focus on the
right things, to feel the new life
to leave old dead skiens...

somehow in the end
when it comes to pasta it
makes life worth living

empty empathy
sympathy apathy, void
I feel like hash browns

paris exposion
reign's inevitable fall
female decadence

I wish I looked like
that Vicky's Secret hottie
don't say... you wish too

finding out true first
the reals when real is really
rather than after

why does a wet dog
linger of this 80's scent
of getting a perm??

my favorite season
would be autumn...colors
please this cat like red crab

there are many strange
changes but leaves turn red
snow falls, spring comes back

evil depression
let us think positively
live long and prosper

There

are you referring
to little miss sunshine folk?
am i right or wrong?

her first time ever
stage lights and all those people
wearing her tutu

go on..go fishing
you made your own decision
you selfish bastard

keep saying your words
guys just don't do that dance shit
this one really hurts

I'll eat this mistake
she wont even know you're gone
she'll be beautiful

but I pray you grow
'cause she and he will catch on
and I pray for me

can't erase my shapes
where they are ever after
at home or away

i've been off the air
the surf has been too sucky
i had gone to ground

demonstrate, replicate
set the tone, sit back and wait
can't resist kosheen

wolken gleich wir ziehn
wohin sanfter wind uns tr

underestimate
nipple pressing folks and your
nipples shall be squeezed

picking up branches
cut down from the old apple
tree, to mow the lawn

I

whoop, yell, howl and scream
nice long walks through fields and streams
wide open spaces

wide open spaces may
make good neighbors when if 500
miles from such folks

I'm not sure what to
set down in words, pasting on
linegraphiti

fertile himmelbeet
big fat stinking kakarottes
where have they all gone

murderous sea waves
cheap haiku self therapy
go below surface?

William Nippress
There's lots you don't know about
Might really shock you

Hey, Oesterreicher!
Wo wohnst Du denn..
In Himmel? In Bett?

great big filthy mess
streets, hearts, air... spilling over
mother nature sighs

Now I want to sleep,
In dreams I play happily,
Nightmares are away.

Hey where are you Ash?
So long since you submitted
You OK? Your missed

Dee Plee Fab

Creative instinct
Will find a way to exist
Why in public, here?
*
Perhaps we need it
What better test could we have?
Than by fellow man
*
Brutal prejudice
Some honest and some helpful
Always a challenge

seeing up on toes
stretched almost apart to feel
away from below

his love is poison
his fighting never ending
his chains never break

whispy flow of hopes
drapes swing sounds of open air
come in and welcome

I'm not offended,
merely trying out new codes
for living as me

in the midnight hour
thomas tallis motets playing
ancient wall of sound

pierces soul and mind
melifluously singing,
peace of mind and heart

journalling process
no internal editor
heartspeak on the page

re-reading last year,
my journal when i moved out
inspiring me now

my mind runs so fast
back brain drive always thinking,
front connects with world

back drive processes
constantly checking life out,
response and sensing

i am struck by this
need to write it on this site,
public not journal?

perhaps i whisper
and test out my real voice here
anonymously

anger is from where?
yet not anger, what is it?
Rage against machine?

why so many rules?
old patterns try to impose...
No more do they fit

i cannot respond
like i used to, broken free
and being just me

with thomas tallis
and his voices, long since dead,
soothingly healing

what is openness?
do any of you guys know?
and does it matter?

good grief, it's too much...
'Time for Bed' said Zebedee.
I go, seeking sleep

Sweet oblivion
my pillow is my lover
I snuggle closer

Auf Wiedersehen
Und Gute Nacht, Himmelbett,
Four poster dreamer

Ich will jetzt schlafen,
In Traeumen spielen froehlich,
Alptraeume sind weg.