I wish more guys on
wall street wrote more that way they
could see what they do...

I drop to my hands
in deep shock at being uh
understood, for once...

Self-expression helps
It exorcises demons
Locked deep within us

we can now see why
You're numerous submissions
Grief drives you to it

i miss my father
it's been seveteen nonths now
God rest his sweet soul

my guest kept me up
I'm dazed from lack of sleep
sweet kisses. Very.

our network goes down
like a diseased, furred lemming
lying on its back

menace
of silent words
of quiet words

standing by a shrub
arguing if it's a tree
or a shrub...godot

alone
together
forever

alone
together
forever

do you understand
evil spirits? they are our
fruedian selves...sort of

notice how there's a
reaction, but when it's gone
silence...come to it

it's spring already

start submitting, not
bitching, HEALTHY competition
give us some ideas

sometimes it's wise to
act the fool as to not know
what you're supposed to do

rush limbaugh loves it
when "the liberals" bark and hoot
gives him a show hmm?

It's Bla! Bla! Black sheep
Have you any fool? Yes sir
Yes sir, three bags full

indeed, this website
has it's purpose but sometimes
it's best to blow it off

it's often the fact
the less i want something the
more people want me

there's always an urge
animal or otherwise
to compete in man

I find that I feel
compelled to answer critics
that's what they want I

imagine, and the
cycle is a circle of no
real concern or life

the previous gen
is familiar to you
my son will say the same

about me

then a new boat shows
picks us all up and then the
old boat sinks away...

(predicts response will be
"no it just picks me up...and you sink, compete, compete, compete...)

(shrugs, it's fallen man)

the risk we take to
critique others bears the notion
I judge, I be judged

Row row row your boat
Because it is sinking fast
And I cannot swim

Dull you say, we're dull?
Try reading your own Haiku's
So boring. That's dull!

homecoming parade -
children line the streets with flags
troops bring back the slaves

the clear blue sky,
crossed by heavy plane - slowly,
smog trails behind

molten laver rises
up to earths heavy crust -
young man ploughs the land

the clear blue sky,
crossed slowly by heavy plane -
smog trails behind

down the darkened lane
lit by the judging posts
wildlife lingers

expectation falls
as the rain washes today
down a thirsty drain

good night sweet prints and
put thy self in the photo
holder, to fade out

why the hell is the
previous generation
so god damn dull

two preety birds,
tweeting through the night -
about a land of ice

Bored, with everything
won't you end all this boredom?
then I think... guess not

I'm on a roll and
need cheese and a bun to stop
this burgers for you

if people worry
about work, neighbors, home, life, peace
this world chokes me out...

what is it that in
anger, I accused
canada of marx...

it was about big J
and then Americans are the
bottom of the you

know, popularity
contest in the news then
but does calling folks

either liberal scum
or knuckle dragging bubbas
solve anything...

the shocking or the
kinds of people who end up
on the judge judy

suing people over
spilled coffee, sigh, snort, grunt
why do useless, live?

I can't stop sometimes
with the mountains of haiku
like celestial....

always someone more
shocking than the next till "gasp!"
he's moral, oh shit...

the internet is
a tower of babel of
information things...

some people do nothing
some people do everything
some folks smoke pot

I want to kick to
wake people up from their work
work work work work work

routines are comfort
like this one is to me and
denies should bes...

destroy my syntax
with a sad format error
the shame of it all

it's feast and famine
some are worse some are better they're all bad haiku

what's faster than that??
presto and shazam degree
it's prestissimo

from a hand, from place
contribution to a trick
ante up muffin

Oh my great zeugma
come to me, my mind and home
yoking bonding love