never ending snow
damn groundhog like the movie
same storm same storm same....

life of the seedling
rescued from the spoiled earth
the gift was given

you are kind to a
fool of a man, we weave one
large poem as one

"i poured my heart out.
it evaporated, see?"
- a ben folds five song

legalism is
counting sounds instead of just
pouring your heart out.

The attempt to fit
focuses and refines, but
is not what matters.

Is it normal for
males to have a "friend zone," or
do I have a chance?

no saves, on life left
mario confronts bowser
the dishes can wait

in the end all is
in cycles of lows and highs
and otherwise split

ok snail...remember
legalism and think
scribes and pharisees

oh yes muffy, that
scruffy person talked about
suicides...he didn;t

match the carpeting
oh yes, muffy, we must buy
fashionable haikus

to match our cell phones

I'm capable of
love but I'm stuck in a rut
and can't get out of...

in order to know
joy one must I think, confront
not bottle up, hate

suicides are an
expression of sick of the
pain of living death

pussies don't want to
get beaten and bullies beat
the shit out of self

don't like you people
either, think you're a bunch of
spoiled little rich kids

I'd rather be myself
and hated than loved to fit
into someone's mold

let's see your "haiku"
of "hate" and see those are a
part of you too see

the shadow side, the
part that lots of us folks don't
like to see about us

Your Haikus aren't liked
Because you're so full of hate
And they run on through

Each five line "Must end"
It should not run on to next
Same with the seven

Occasionally
You show you can do it right!
Then it can be good

No one wants to read such hate!

You've only to look
Every woman has beauty
And she should be told

He said that I looked
like a Waterhouse painting
and called me graceful.

I overheard him
saying he saved my message
just to hear my voice.

maybe if he saw
your name on a book he'd want
to destroy it, like

he feels your kind did
him in, destroyed him and seeks
to crucify you

maybe someone got
shit in creative circles
and wants to burn books

because of being
taken out of the joy of
making his own crap

maybe i think you're
a bunch of dry, trite, riskless
and old fashioned, dead

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