Glowing serenely
Gold dandelion flower
Gift from the brown earth

sweet afternoon treat
wish i had someone to share
i'de give my last bite

misread intentions
doubt shades end of bright friendship
whispers the nightlife

bukowski said his
writing was a sickness well
make mine terminal

my haiku disease
more chronic than chronicle
take my words for that

springs light rain,
clings gently to a branch -
green, green, meadow

he drops the bottle
time to kneel at the altar
his porcelain god

Tell, what's in a name?
For myself I use many
For my Haiku works

i find fantasy
in the one I cannot see
a beautiful lay

we will never meet
too far away out of reach
only his soul touched......

he plays silly games
yet all are gentle and sweet
he is an artist

my steps are careful
because I love him so much
I have not seen him

the sky is falling
i saw cupid hit the ground arrow in his heart

Golden ray, dripping
Upon the silent meadow;
The grass whispers joy.

Pearl light, on sea-shore,
Shimmers with joy, a cold night,
Morning in my heart.

Indigo water,
Glittering under the sun,
Longs to rest in peace.

Golden, crispy ground,
Stained with daffodils' petals,
Forever, somber.

mentirosa
stinging pasts,
collide. Us.

google to drift off
(oh shit the boss is coming!)
alt-tab and pretend

the bitter black bean
with sugar, milk and caffeine
solves all our problems

here I sit missing
on the vibrancy of life
when I need fresh air

Feast for hungry eyes
Life bursting vibrant colours
Everywhere Greenness

Need your insight
Need your wit, your poking fun
Need to make us laugh

Wake up and Haiku
Hey where the hell are you Ash?
Go shower and Write!!!

Bad Haiku freedom
Restricted form poetry
I like the restraint

Helping you to see
What life is and could be for you
From my point of view

Anyone can see
Central themes with a sub plot
I paint word pictures

Reproach to madness
Good Haiku attracts others
Like waves in a storm

hey this is'nt a haiku, but to bs go an type haiku in google, forget form, but stop chatting mad shit, just focus on a memory or something, you are prolithic but I picture nothing from your words, sorry....

no apologies
imagined faults spring to life
where none existed

there's a lot who
fight for keeps but, there's nothing
in the end we keep

some people are SO
determined on their course
of death
they must remain ignorant

of their own logs in their eyes

as i say over and
over, in anger or "peace"
maybe it's all small stuff

people are getting mad about

don't sweat the small stuff

easier said than done

some people just hate to
admit through their sheer pride how
they themselves really feel

this fear becomes fear
of exposure and tabloid murder
we all die though

we're all rotten to
some degree, some more than others
to this is so

machiavelli just codified it
Don't Sweat the Small Stuff
just said it was all small stuff

frustrated, I turn my
gun on the crowd and shoot
wildly, then shoot myself

like the old diss rap
contests saying who will do who
in, words, words, words, words...

John 3:16

it's a wild world you
say, people paint pictures of
others, and that's their pics

some like it hot so
not really sure what to think
serve it to me cold

you're just mad I know
never did you make it to
tootsie in the pop

boy walks home at night,
someone shouts "gis your hat lad..."
steps coming closer...

someone is like a
vampire enjoying the
taste of my dread fear....

how to fit the words?
at least i abide with it
this is not good hai-

i denied myself
those nine years of blissful light
to have your darkness

i

the average person
fears being extraordinary
sometimes...fear

faith versus fear one
man wants me to have faith in
his fear, and lose me

looks like a lot of
folks take out madness on others
rather than keep it...

well, I can't think of
anything to say because
some guy prayed for me

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curious ant,
pushes a domino...
which way will it fall

i have framed copy
of that painting at the back
(see above logo)

A cacophany
From the coffins of zombies
Behold their clamor