Just three weeks to go
Then back to Spain and Tango
Love Barcelona!

Anyone want to come?

Hiking up the hill
A breath away from retreat
Every tree watching

baby jesus in
a jar whiles away the day
in formeldahyde

surprised yet again
by the hole in my being
beer flows right through me

the ocean waters
retreat and shows the black mud.
It's what lurks beneath.

smell of pine forests
Cork Oak, herbs and wild flowers
Mixed with the rich earth

drop back down again
Wild flower strewn Pastures, bird song!
Oranges on trees

Follow the mountains
Beautiful old villages
High snowy passes

Green Tietar valley
Snow melt rushing down river
Turtles on hot rocks

March in central Spain
Snowy peaks,Cherry blossom
Hot sun and cool beer

Visual Thinking
What the naked eye can't see
Color fields like fire

Someday happiness
Until then we will simply
medicate ourselves

sure i've passed my peak
guess it's easier downhill
when you're old and tired

love to hear my voice
when commitees deny it.
It's my world. My rules.

Call it a bad poem
for it breaks a fabled rule.
evolve, I will do.

can't walk, just stumble
The floor's shifting as I stand.
--Drank way too much beer

Oh gleaming bright orb
Blues greens yellows red and browns
This world of beauty

oh wolfdale power
i have embraced the dark side
and it megahertz

The sreaming silence
Overwhelms my fragile
State of emotions

It sends me into
An unknown world full of
Thoughts of chaos

in a steaming pile
work amass itself; i dream
about daydreaming

oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck!
oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck no, fuck!
shit and fan collide.

ambient ennui
a paucity of haiku
something's gotta give

!!!!!
!!!!!!!
!!!!!

got about one day
we're hunting for a big one
odds in our favor

rowboats are rocked as
the waves tower menacingly.
Mount Fuji stands tall.

i thought that happened
a few weeks or so ago
you weren't satisfied?

His eyes penetrate
as mine open to receive.
Probe me to the core.

is everyhwere and
lovers don't need to know you
or even see you

come back as a leech
suck at things like I do now
then i'll die again

the condom has ripped
hot semen merges with flesh
your days are numbered

The fuzzy blue hat
makes his eyes look like water.
They seep into me.

I shall be saved by
a mystical horned creature...
A NARWHAL!! FUCK YEAH!!!!

love is a smoke screen
time and reality blows
so it dissipates

I know, i can be
a big curmudgeon and I
know to get over...

monkey see one get
mad, monkeys oop and ah and
throw shit like always

can 1,000,000 monkeys
write haiku or has it been
shit all this time?

human animal
a true clockwork orange these
days, all machine run

momentary lapse
log in; quickly log back out.
no time for bullshit

and then she woke up
there was so much work to do
she sighed and giggled

little jane was mad
her daydreams of power grew
it made her laugh so

you wanna censor??
oh yeah I see how you play!!
fine then..back at you...


*^POOF^*

I really don't care
age is making me a bitch
love comes to an end

what is to come of
"I am in love," and she danced
rain began to pour

people like to blame
others for their sins, the rape was
blamed by the rapist

hypocrisy of man
tact is lies, liars use tact
it's all a game

see we say the same
things, over and over not
resolved, outcast, then

polite words, mindless
chatter about guidelines and
taboos, well fuck them...

if I say fuck you
well fuck you and go from there
if I am alive

then good...I am not
dead, most people are too slow
or selfish to care

these chatrooms and boards
are cruel strangers who speal dumb
and ill of those who

just might need help
but
why expect the average
moron to do but just

judge and say you brought
it on yourself, stop whining
then one of your loved

ones died, they said the
same to him or her, and then
you know how it feels

knowledge is pain

when a stranger takes
their own lives, is does it feel
good it wasn't yours

didn't realize
that my hands were cold before
until you gave yours

Disillusionment
Comes when our dream's not yet met
You may have to wait

Horizons Beyond
They all call of the freedom
The're calling to me

Oh, what do you see
behind the blues of this sea
beyond boughs of trees?