the light of the sun
touches only the tree tops
not my humble gate

komodo dragon
a bit of sweet bread, and i
join this damp morning

take it mother earth
we'll drill till we're satisfied
you cheap little slut

a craggy footpath
recognition comes slowly
no matter anyway

sorry, we are closed
twin bridges is now too far
ten years past, nothing

thunderstorms again
yesterdays sunny blue sky
is not for today

your frown is perfect
a mirror reflection of
the shit around us

time for fuel station
easy like a come and go
one in and one out

practicing arson
amassing an arsenal
to erase arseholes

firing my thruster
you send me over the moon
not rocket science

It's funny to watch
They don't know it but they are
Manipulated!

An attack on some
Makes them much more incisive
and inclined to think

One thing that works
To get better haiku's here
Is Personality

For many years now
I have watched and written here
every now and again

that's just how i roll
it gets boring here at times
so i stir the pot

Even here, conflict
is still inescapable.
Why must you be rude?

another day for
you and me to excel at
mediocrity

yes send the women
oh say once you blow her up
she wont be blowing....u

Life is a minefield
One foot after another
Send the woman first

Pulling together
All my thoughts I find that I
Have nothing to say

Being like SF is my highest aspiration

we shuffle along
one foot after the other
through our life's debris

it is bad haiku
but everyone's a critic
you can't please 'em all

whatever you say
to boost your low self-image
is okay with me

Criticize is wrong
Criticise is Queens English
Look it up retard

Like I said before
When they have nothing to say
Here's where they do it

Foul-mouth name-calling
When you can't articulate
Childish behaviour

learn the language first
then criticize all you want
you fucking retard

My god but its sad
If they have nothing to say
Here's where they do it

shaft: a bad mutha
dig it? i'm talkin bout shaft
the black private dick

I can only wait
for him to make the next move.
I just write my songs.

crazy as it seems
longitudinal pressure
sometimes turns me on

day's almost over
and i've insulted no one
i'm losing my edge

Five like Pentagon.
Roll two dice and get seven
I have five fingers

One thing is for sure
Misery loves company
Could you be more down?

a reason to live
sorry, it doesn't exist
i drink your milk shake

so nothings mean it
and if it is something then
well no..that's not it

Things given up in
error may be lost for good.
Oh, what have I done?

I lost track of more
than I was trying to lose.
My friends, where are you?

mistakes don't haunt me
ghosts from my past certainly
my conscience is clear

If mistakes stay in
the past when we put them there,
letting go makes sense.

may our happiness
increase in isolation
for i hate you all

Mistakes we have made
Haunt us for many reasons
None of them feel good

These mistakes we made
Make us what we are today
So why have regrets?

Can't seem to escape.
I say it's over, then go
right back to the start.

recalling the past
you think i'd get over it
even now i don't

many a long year
and some even longer days
life is full of it

Well-done Dragon Snail
Now you're writing good haiku's
These we can enjoy!

Screaming pain in chest
It tears a man asunder
Torso rent of life

I love your music,
little hippy drummer boy.
Can I play your flute?

A body, a cage,
shapes to hang upon a soul,
stuck within this skin.

if one wants to say
something else, let them eat grapes
and pass the times as

these folks art in thought
and limit things as to when
to keep the...the...pace