in work: reality
and in reality: truth
this is why i'm lost

where do you perform?
I would like to hear your songs
Is that possible?

such little requests
a hug? is that all you want?
Fall into my arms

Rest awhile your safe
I'll keep the world away from you
I'll comfort your soul

Touch is too intense.
Eye contact is invasive.
One hug would save me.

Sensitivity
does not decrease with new pain.
It accumulates.

Is there safety in
going out to perform the
secret songs I write?

Seduced by her eyes
i took her into my arms
Swaying to music

I longed to kiss her
Her deep longing, begging me
To rip her clothes off

Lovemaking can wait
I turned ardour into dance
Dancing with passion

That's your safety zone
You need the opposite
Vulnerability

You need exposure
That way you build inner strenght
You must balence life

For some strange reason,
I repeatedly select
friends my parents' age.

Elderly stoners
always keep a touch of their
old rebelliousness.

They all remember
when melodic folk music
was still popular.

This time I played for
a bunch of old ex-hippies.
They always love me.

recite pick-up line:
"wanna collide my hadron?"
expect mace on face

pseudo mystical
eastern philosophizing
call now for details

artistically
intellectualizing
competitiveness

death is in the air
degeneration of soul
smile at the reaper

the stench of sweat of
the stench of work of the stench
of doing for not enough

the people are led
by leaders who themselves might
just have some questions

do we hope for the
end of the world to end one's
own pain of this life?

I feel walled in by
the news world ideals of spend
fear, eat and thus pray

now it's good haiku
on a "bad" haiku site and
I am thus, useless

if mate = u
then fate = u + i
else goto abend

The sun rises now
and I see the autumn leaves
beginning to change

my time marches on
growing old disgracefully
the clock is racing

out in sympathy
with so much global warming
markets overheat

Sunshine on my face
What a glorious feeling
Colours so vibrant

What was it that changed?
How did you connect this time?
Why did you succeed?

Words are powerful
You're right to be scared
of words
But not the wordsmith

We all have within
Desire to communicate
Commune with the truth

The essence of love?
Total communication!
It's in essence. "Truth"

This time I got both
friends and fans with my music.
I feel less alone.

appreciating
unfuckingbelievable
poetastery

the end is near so
stockpile your canned goods and buy
lots of firearms

One more boring day
grinding its way through my life
Just one of many

someone stole my book
scarring makes me dishonest
my heart's a fender

I live in fear of
the sorts who would care about
counting syllables.

Tense electric nerves
buzz beneath this skin, waiting,
begging for something.

I cannot forget
his lips gently teasing at
the back of my neck.

His slightest caress
was felt more intensely than
all past sex combined.

"You're mysterious,"
he said, trying to open
me with his kind eyes.

Earplugs shut them out.
Television and traffic
can't disturb me now.

Mother accuses
that I'm always too withdrawn
when I'm overwhelmed.

is it bad haiku
or, increasingly funny
ironic haiku?

What are you doing?
Need a good woman to cure you?
I'll straighten you out

just an empty hole
with not much depth to speak of
a living donut

Ya. He's gay alright
What are you doing later?
Want to come home with me?

Hi Vince, your gay right!
You ever held a woman
Or are you just talk

the space compromised
her warm flesh close to my flesh
i do what i want

A Salsa party
For the wealthy upper class
Some posh totty there!

Same night

Another party
We got applause for tango
Tango's my passion

Your creative mind
Monster or gift from the Gods?
A constant wrestle?

Wrestling with life
Boredom, creative minds
A heady mixture

Usually its
More frustration than boredom
"They don't understand"