(nice one sf)

the black arts twist and
bend the soul so the mind is
slave to fear belief...

a gray haired woman
in a church all by herself
as the sun goes down

I am told that art
begins with pain sometimes, twists
to form a pattern

in the process of
life, means, ways, goals, ends, place, etc
some times just show...up....

the fear is these will
be the last words I write down
anywhere, but here

submission to the
decay of the world, twisted
still alive, and born

rotten smelly loam
oozing putrid land
opened gates to darkness

lift the boats
salute the whales
sushi by lamp light

You are bringing steak
for lunch. What are you hoping
to have for pudding?

try not to worry
we are all going to die
but we should live first

there is a time of
conflict that can destroy or
bring out the best in...

the freedom of drugs
a cerebellum master
bowed in silent prayer

traveler i am
struck fully by ignorance
blind in an outland

a swede wondered by
he had a twittering bird
only a drawing

laughter of children
rings amongst the sunlit plains
tra-la, tra-la-la

You fed my heart
To the Verrazano Narrows fish
As I said you could

my unfocused gaze
to the sunny valley side
through the sheets of rain

heart of mine,
why did you open
for my destructor?

pistons of cadence
one half second faster and
the cops wont catch you

now the race of truth
individual time trial
time to ride Frischkorn

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