When comes the morning?
This canopy of darkness
No longer my path

Swords flash, blood sprays wide,
His armor gleams in moonlight;
The Templar of Steel.

we all fall down...common
not all of us get back up
that is a warrior

they said they knew rite
what they knew they did not know
to know what they didnt

There's a fly in this...
Soup, if you can call it that.
I want a refund.

blackness out above
waiting for the light to show here
before we all fade...gone

She watches the shore
Emblazoned fury; Lust; Love
Midnight solitude.

Beautiful in grace:
The movement of a swan's neck-
Irrevocable.

A soft breeze lingers
Reminiscent of lost dreams
Free; Ecstatic peace.

"Fetch me a drink" So!!
Zabadooey is back here
Using the name moo

Whistling, a man walks,
His footfalls are soft yet firm;
Then the arrow hits.

Tonight the waves crash
Incomprehensible; Blue
Made of diamonds

In the green of fields
Small birds peck at smaller grain;
The scarecrow looks on.

Where sound meets no ear,
Days gather 'round the lost scroll;
Which is quite silly.

I would rather read
Anais Nin than Ayn Rand;
Any day-ve the week.

Foreign matter floats
In my ear with squeaky wax
I think I'll shower

Where sinister frogs
Drown in swampy molasses
Death laughs in great glee

Where sound meets no ear,
Days gather 'round the lost scroll

read away..stoned thoughts
they make perfect common sence
like you must shit too

I would rather read
more Ana

it will take too long
I wonder if you're watching
I take off my bra

he sees her his sway
he wants his hands planted there
he wants the control

ants yelling timber
watch them scatter, oh but then
damn a chalk line drawn

more frosting is spread
this act is soothing to me
a sweet quick love fix

his seduction ran
i felt the surge inside me
blushed and coy i teased

the bathroom is where
the door closed i started to
play pretend with myself

his love inspired me
amazing rain drops fell down
the floor, a puddle was

in this life it is
not who you know, but rather
it's... WHOM you know

ball getting bigger
I wondered how this could be
and then it hit me

twiddle dee and dum
stood earnestly and then some
then they skipped away

the savage was cut
needle and thread sewed it shut
then he played some more

sticks make up the dam
water keeps her pace with time
rocks compliment them

he has worked so hard
it's fighting against him now
okay..just for him

his hands in the air
his palms shown a hue of red
swayed` imagined dance

the plane's gonna blow
fear throught their legs an hearts ran
thank God they're safe

excellence in taste
frosting spread on a cracker
home graham goodness

goodbye for the last
oil and water don't mix
end it with..say what??

ha..fifty eight ended that code

Are the rest of your
Cult members as annoying
As you? For fuck's sake

the more players we
have the stronger the life force
sir,do you believe?

all games demand rules
some cheat to win and some don't
years of games indeed

endless on and on
they get tired I think then move
on to something else

ayn rand and rick warren
shared a vision about life
both born in February

the whole ball of wax
so was Reagan

so is Oprah a failure
by your standards or, because
she touched on something

not male, male version
of "success" the dick fuck my
so and so up the ass

form of capitalism
and why the hell is
she so rich?


so what purpose drives your life

ah, that's just an
excuse for a lazy fuck
who spends his time

insulting strangers on
haiku websites...

I hear that guy is
The new Jim Jones or something
Enjoy your kool aid

Was that an Oprah's
Book Club selection? If so
I cannot read it

to piece de la resistance
I live for self, I die for self
and die, just, die

read Rick Warren's a Purpose Driven Life

if you are who I
think you are, then I've known
about you for months...

hold on, I got a call
line one...ok ok ok...fine
leave this guy alone

let "God" handle him...
thanks for the Ayn Rand tips
so long

I bet you're real tough
Playing pacman in your mom's
Basement where you live

ah, I don't think
I care much about this
sort of thing