the asshole artist
often lashes out, only
3 years down, a noose

in matters of will
the nature of precise to be
comes naturally

excuse me sir, butt
a fray it would seem to me
.. not precise at all

it wont choke you now
every movement is precise
from fray to unlay

"Thank you for the salt.
It feels warm in my fresh wounds,"
said the dying snail.

Escaping him was
worth the pain of loneliness.
Either way I'm doomed.

you seem not worthy
a festering loser-lord
pathetic vile wretch

I haven't conversed
or had human connection
in weeks, perhaps months.

I've forgotten what
it feels like to be touched. Now
I'm losing my words.

I think on rainy
days, normal rain brings out
mass drinking of coffee

well here comes the moon
and here comes the night sky and
here comes them there stars

anticipation
oh ya, anticipation
waiting for the sun

second day of rain
sleeping until late morning
well, the grass is green

it's just like magic
even when it appears real
love is illusion

I just need to find
new musicians to ease the
loss of my old band.

...easier said than
done for introverted sorts
who don't like dancing.

Can't find love on a PC!!!
Nor in a church, goget out there
Go take up dancing

If you do what you've
allways done you get what
you allways got. right!!!

the country song sings
tragedy and tears, and yet
keeps it to us all...

this stuff is good, can
one believe even me falls
in love quite soon, yet?

Love is confusing
We are all vunerable
Its highs and lows hurt

Music unites us
Moved by the love of music
Soul connects to soul

they're gonna love you
the band is just fantastic
we can hardly count

What you loved wasn't
"me" anymore. What I loved
wasn't ever real.

lovers touch withheld
opportunity's harsh cost
tethered dog's mind runs

as life moves on the
best is what lies ahead some
say, time machine, mind

I'd do anything
to have a rewind button
installed in my life.

I deserve to die:
an eye for an eye. Grace is
better than justice.

I wish that you had
stolen me from him when you
said you wanted to.

I feel like that I
want to be a part of a
large quilt of ideas

if you want to clean
up "clutter" submit your own
no two see alike...

tragedy is a
wake up call but then the dreams
we had assert anew

I think that fung eh
or such things are a poor idol
for the real thing

now what I want is
really simple, to speak here
and so do you, que?

chi is a hucksters
dream, even clutter is a
part of this karma

must purge the clutter
empty surfaces just dream
as mess fucks with chi

Thank God. Finally!
He's leaving. How gret is that!
No more endless crap

in the devisive
most would rather leave and be
at peace with themselves

unrelenting waves
pummel till flailing turtle
floating I watch her

well throwing paint at
a canvas was new back in
the day, but now splat...

to be an artist
you got to be like me, just
write whatever comes

peace of mind is hard
to come by socially so
why bother with humans?

artists as a lot
often are as most trying to
prove themselves to others

hello stranger, I
don't want to know you, or see
you, or deal with you

he threw the sign down
as an easy target throws
back the sign once back

also, sometimes there grace
but grace is sometimes abused
for the sake of sake

we all suck at life
at times, so retreat into
impersonation

we can't live without
kurt, for he saw it as it
was, dresden and all...

Altered states of mind
Infinite number of planes
Edges start to blur

An ode to him
His name was Kurt Vonnegut
Can we live without?

i suck at life and
that is why i'm here to write
my stupid haikus