I honestly feel
I could be great but I'm with
these stuffy elitists

nothing I do is
good enough for you, so I
ought chop my hands off

I could ask you why
or what is it that you don't
feel is right of mine...

Meant to tell you this
The feeling is mutual
Each time I read yours

Thank you William N.
The center of the target
begs for better aim

what goes up must come
down unless it goes up to
space where up is not

i fear I'll sound like
a dull echo of the wants
of overcivilized

in the breaking of
boundaries, fart stank stoned so
they said fuck army

it was an attempt
back then to break a blind aged
era with young visions

some people their arts
were televised on network
memory a screen

it's very easy
to get stuck in the past and
stop growth, fossilize

bright stars and orchards
roses match her flowered dress
guess who ruined it

Snow acts as mirror
Reflecting sunlight back up
Despite heavy clouds

Awoke to silence
White blanket covered land
Blinding Bright extreme

Nice Haiku bs
Five seven five! Good subject!
Causing one to think!

uncertain future
settled by past choices too
late to be undone

younger and more full
of spit and sputter I was
now I may make sense

the ra ras and sis
boom bas of The Game fade and
cleaned up the next day

sweet sugar and spit
great soft and chewy goodness
I ate a cookie..

Slamming the door in
the face of custom just
hoping to break His nose

Whisper of the breeze
Silence of desert sand dunes
Alone in the sun

Cold snowy south wind
Small white Snowdrops shivering
Fighting for control

That's a "Real Haiku"
Well-done Rollercoaster
At last someone good

Gasping for contact
The railroad tracks are vacant
Each star says to wait

you're aggresive and
I regard that "shock" as lame
it's just college crap

The quality here
Has deteriorated
I'll eat your babies

I'm pretty sure she
might feel the same way about
yourself, it's nature...

All the things i've seen
And none looks better than a
Soft naked woman

whatever dreams may
come, the wind blows somewhere and
directs the soul there

Warm sea at twilight
smell of wood smoke and cooking
Cool rum and Goat stew

material swish
whispy caress of the leg
sneaky breeze's kiss

this can change your life
this meeting of ours; ride on
or fall back to sleep

the male likes to have
power over something and
the female wants to

see those set free from
those people who want power
empty souls want it...

yet, they starve for peace
and are frustrating m. scott
peck examples, fear...

You should be punished
I'll Put you over my knee
Smacked bottom for you

Writing these is good
for focusing your feelings.
It's better than drugs.

I understand how
writing angry haikus is
like cutting your arm

in little patterns
to direct the pain into
something more solid.

it's been a long time
haven't done haiku in years
a good thing no doubt

Cold dark night no stars
Winter in the desert sand
cactus in the snow

blue distance shivers
stings attraction becomes mine
fuckin cold ass wind

fine okay uh huh
you wanna get spiffy,,huh?
I'll show you spiffy...

whatever who cares
I see you beachin and stuff drinking vodka too

like I said before
there are just some people who
wear those ugly shirts

I hear that old ron
james dio invented that
sign we see at those

heavy metal shows
that he throws, freedom in the
shadow of the horns

I write a bad peom
it's not any good at all
because I hate poems

the small kitchen stool
not useful to the tall man
sat in the corner

Art is everywhere
It's a white-capped mountain or
A shit-stained toilet

The purpose of art
Lets you see the everyday
The edge of knowing

it's easy to get
discouraged when "art" is at
once an outlet and

a means to show folks
where a person comes from and
to be told no, ouch...

everybody different, si

waves, they live for now
unified water motion
containing all life

okay so it is
usually i get a laugh
funny things have heart

A blink of the eye
Not the past, not the future
Live in the moment

the drugs don't work and
the pussies, well I saw team
america...the drunk speech...

not sure about the 10
penny nail dissolve myth of
coke's solvent nature...