Wish I'd written that
Wonderful Haiku of yours
I must try harder

Clinging clumps of snow
Weigh heavy on slender branch
Bowing low to Earth

Where are you Ash?
I still laugh at your humorous
Allah a snack bar

And that was years ago

Life is too short

Mask an ugly heart?
Choosing the right mask helps you
Hide it from mankind

Deep man! DEEP!!!

Insular Haikus
Convey easy understood
Human conditions

Give a man a mask
And he will tell you the truth
Oscar Wilde said that

views come through your mind
your mind goes through the motions
things happen and then

mask or learned lessons
art versus maturity
to know is telling...

the first reaction
is always the truthful one
masking one is art

a child reacts
without clear thoughts..and just like
excited people

the audience takes
its own issues but never
up on stage themselves

it's all yours guys...
do unclean things, whatever, don't want it

I don't need to look
my brother had it.. best friend
a few teachers..sure

even better though
fresh air..sunshine..long walk..hugs
that's what I needed

the shit hit the wall
then it slighty slathered down
much like a feeling

once upon a time
there was empathy, balance
hey baby what's wrong

Bipolarism
You should look it up online
You seem to have it

www.angelfire.com/journal2/bipolarism/

Never a couple!!
But I will fuck you
That is "a friends zone"

Or he doesn't fancy you?

this love is my time
essence of speed kissed with waves
takes spirited flight

lovely then venom
dried up on my teeth once tastes
so good, dried up crust

and so like the waves
of the sea, emotions are
tossing and churning

(reminds me of ice
cream makers)

You asked why no one
Liked your Bad Haiku's?
Stop looking for approval

I told you now lead your own life

felt under my skin
black not very soft but kind
the touch of a shot

Groundhog Day is done
Valentine's Day is coming
Every Day is Here

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