holding your hair up
while you puke beer on gutters
oh to be in love

The world is out there
Why are you afraid of it?
There's pussy and drugs

and sadly also
they are found next to the um
optimus prime for sale

gold lares and penates
they met at the ball and danced
once animated

the principle of
the removal by usage
applies to not much

the final result
is the alienation
or joining to man

address the reader
eyes have informal direct
one does what one can

dodge parry thrust dodge
words used as weapons when best
uses put aside

calling and calling
sleep has written my name down
and I walk along

the chthonian
versus the apolloynian
that's just all greek...

to me

like a restless ghost
beyond usual confines
from planet ornate

disrupted balance
emotion interfered with
no poison needed

to kill and confront
the jungian shadow, the
great quest of life

magical weapon
thrusting for the urging lead
symbolic logic

now to check oil and
break fluid, worn parts and the
usual flutter

admit hampering
check initial confidence
attitude's purpose

the soceity vs
the self, a moving social plate
techtonic, and wild

aiming for less, to
strive for mediocrity
denying my true self

were it to break and
shatter, the tower falls and
rests in ruin, dust

insecure schizoid
hiding behind masks of self
the real self as glass

I have become the
monster I so dread in the
life I have thus fought

the playground monster
still lives inside a grown soul
blowing up at fluff

I am cruel in my
mindless assertions for I
must become better

less a fool with a
big mouth, and a man who is
a man for mankind

i keep expecting
for fascination to wane
and for you to leave

i keep expecting
for you to fade, like that cat
with the wicked grin

i keep expecting
so i won't feel bare, when you
turn your head elsewhere

truth is I am too
harsh and people too like to
isolate and so...
the war between acts
of forgiveness and living
and stopping worry

websites are a joke
and a waste of time for folks
insecure, backboneless

best avoided from now on

everyone plays the
fool sometimes, just some hate to
admit they're ever

idiots, you've been an
idiot in the past, trust me,
we're all idiots...

just people are so used
to lying and manipulating
anyone who tells the truth

is seen as a fool
by the kinds of worthless people
who lie who deserve

to have their lives mocked
for the hypocrisy such views
demand...stupidity is

often just stubborness,
the inability to shut up
in the face of the

groupthinking asshole
who criticizes but can't stand
getting a taste of their

own treatment

What could you do "Now"?
What will you do tomorrow?
No one can stop you!

My question is still
What will you do with your life?
Use it? Or waste it?

Genetics dear boy
No one in my family
Ever reached eighty

A sick family
Rather stupid arguments
From stupid people

people arguing
it's just like a family
this site is all win

in the end though on
line we seek to provoke a
reaction sometimes

Art is suffering
Smearing cum on kittens cuz
There are no tissues

I would accse
others of being the culture
police, what is art?

it's easier to
blame others, but critics and
so on aside...watch

oh brother who art
thou he said and got tired
of other folks crossed

not mine to bear

too many to read....
my pastor called us the sheep
I thought it funny

a rectum spectrum
prismatic lubrication
shine upon mine ass

rats in the walls, i
feel a pest near by, in their
own holes sneaking by

aye, but we also
would do better with souffle
and sweeter brandy

inner elbow bruised
soul manifest in maroon
yeast infection, rise!

the words said in a
chatroom, are social junk as
a flood of verbage

sewage of many
average accounts of who
spoke to who somewhere

the thing is, that the
mind clouds with the old rage of
animals and the

haiku is a tool to
try and focus the mind off that
animal part of self

horrid host mirror
wavering grass, cold shimmer
circulated fear

more like, i bend down
point at my posterior
and ask you to kiss it

reznor, moribund
cobain, tasted a shotgun
bs: embrace me?

there is only like
from me resentment at some
strange asshole I don't know

of course I don't
write haiku when I'm mad, I'm
mad, get used to me

you might enjoy it
think, vogons, shut the hell up
and enjoy the ride

there are no winners
when the writing turns to net
argument and speech

i'm not sure if trent
reznor would like the impersonation
touche mon a mis

we forget as grown
men and women to have fun
all too often, and

act like snobs, and don't
create but rather are the
stuffed elite on stands