make old people cry
have them sing the garden song
shoot it makes me cry

east meets west meets north
meets south, mad in all points on
our compass roses

this is what I want
gigglebeneeooochiecan
If I finish it...

hahahaha

Open me with those
haunted eyes. Come inside so
I can feel your light.

I would enter you
through a window in your heart,
creeping between worlds.

it becomes more of
a risk when one lives for one
other out of love or

what have you, not quite
out of need or hatred or
other emotions

I think I live in
or under a curse not to
know what to expect

with regrets in the
past, what lies in the future
but what lies ahead

I jammed this tune when..
a teen I was, my boyfriend
shut it the fuck off
LOL

some questions muse me
love love love love love love love
love without a face..

uh huh i got it
i got caught doing the teach..
only in my dreams...

I can't help it bro
i take great joy this moment
you should post kiss pics
xoxoxox

your paintings are great
Your writtings are wonderfull
You should be happy

I only write here
because I lack the courage
in the other world.

carry no regrets
the load is heavy enough
let yesterday go

in a kitchen there's
little time to think of what
horrors life have when

the fucking souffle
or burger or fois or salad
or what have you is up

Stages of life

fill it in
learn the answer
earn the points
be successful

be successful
earn the points
learn the answer
fill it in

And I would write her
so many awful haikus
Doesn't know the site.

if one's will accepts
death then what can thou art art...
arf arf arf arf arf?

some are born lost and
take no pleasure in being
apparently found

Embracing him feels
like the glowing light in an
Alex Grey painting.

i'm sorry for the
things i said five years ago
regret is a bitch

god forbid the same
i'd be 17 years dead
i'll count my blessings

i'll die in four years
at the age of thirty three
just like jesus christ

multifarious
but also the work of one
my name is Legion

i'd settle for hate
at least now i affect you
mere smudge on your map

wake resincaster
and unrepititiously
propel conveyance

I read dirty things
haikus this week are unclean.
Why? why such bad prose?

Who are you really?
You play so many roles here
that I never know.

no need to be shy
i want to be degraded
you'll cum till it hurts

it matters not to me
if you cook bad spaghetti
for you, i'd eat thrash

it matters not to me
if you cook bad spaghetti
for you i

I, too, imagine
submitting beneath something
strong and masculine.

some things rule lives as
gods and they return nothing
except large bar tabs

about haiku, quick
short statement fleeting about
some sort of short theme

about haiku, quick
short statement fleeting about
some sort of short theme

i've thought about it
another man crushing me
with his warm, brute strength

It's not so much a
surprise, but disappointing
that I still want him.

What they say about
"the good ones" shouldn't be true.
Maybe he's just bi.

so the muso's gay
can't say that we're surprised here
the signals were there

hippo on water
no no he's not magical
he's wearing swimmies

to touch and to be
frothing at the mouth of next
but, it never comes

slaughter of your soul
i'm a drunk motherfucker
no world but this one

I can picture him
having sex with men, but not
with random strangers!

i kneel before you
my tongue darting and probing
the blackest of holes

when dealing with goth
things the isolation might
be there as reason

elevated you
walk on I sing in tune too
all of thee are free

in a nick of time
he missed it and red one waits
love read it..AND PASSED

My hopes are hanging
by a single question now.
I'm afraid to ask.

there is a focus
on denial sometimes for
all the human race

one can only do
on and on and on and on
but once, but twice, sold