hockey season now
ottawa senators suck
but so do the leafs

Yes, but Vancouver...
Luongo and Naslund.
Watch tomarrows game.

Everything orbits.
Nothing is still for too long.
Evolving masses.

Doing it big now.
Atleast that's what I tell them.
I tell them too much.

seized in the echoes
running against the true love
pulsating habits

I tell them too much!
yet truth not uttered, if i..
they call me insane.

True, so don't do that.
This is what music is for.
Over a beat, they'll praise you.

Haiku? Yes, I do.
Putting words together now
Is so fun to do.

Haiku? Well, do you?
It's easy and simple even
We can instruct you.

Haiku? We all do.
Writing and writing our lines
That's what writers do.

Haiku? Do it too.
Join our thread and write them out
Others read them too.

It is poetry.
Haiku here, and over there.
International.

Words, words and more words.
Shakespeare said it so well now,
"Life is just a play!"

But, there is one man
talking amongst us who is
not true to his word.

Bearing false faces-
Be who thou art only, sir
Not who you are not.

Muster thy courage.
As smoke is driven away.
So drive them away.

Out! Out! Out damn Spot!
Run free in ye yard of home-
Watch out for the cars!

Then thou wentest forth.
Devices lead I astray.
Gonna break your neck.

Tap tap tippy tap.
Rapping on that rappers rap.
Snapping at rapping.

Imagine rivers
of chocolate covered coffee.
Fill up your cup, sip.

Perculation, yes!
Coffee, bubble and dribble
Fill my cup Mmm Hmmm...

There's enough for all.
Marshmallows float like dead heads.
Drift wood of toffee.

Tick tock goes the clock,
"Wake Up!" goes the alarm, ugh.
Wakey Wakey, bud.

Wakey Wakey, bud.
You have so many Unfold patels..
jazzy jazzy, blossom!

Pitter, Patter, plop
as it hits in the hot pot
coffee has begun

Fate, and our Free Will:
Both hand in hand through our Lives-
Take us to the End!

Take us to the End.
Another land for our men.
Woman and children.

Another land for us,
Where we have fresh mind,
to crop new flowers!

To crop new flowers!
To go to the hills bottom.
And look to the top.

Look up and look down-
Behold the land before thee!
It is a wonder!

Land's like no other.
Natural mystic is blowing.
Count all your blessings.

Write thine words upon
The paper that is before
Thee, and think think think!

not sure what it is
could've been the beer, or beans,
one gassy sunday

fluffy blinding white
freezing, but yet so pretty
winter wonderland

Glittering downward.
A knee-high pile forming.
Poweroutages.

Do not let it in
This thing you bear is not great
Focus, deal with it

Us songwriters.
We commit to much writings.
And sing all day long.

No one listening to song,
they attracted to the noise behind;
beat's of rock or heart!

listen to the sound
don't let nobody tell you
that it's all over

that it's all over!
Pleasure of feeling love, few
in search of fun.

Sitting and thinking here
Coffee cup by my side, full
Sip... sip... liquid gold...

What's kind do you like?
I like Costco, Hazzlenut.
No additives, black.

(when I have it, that's the best)

Coffee makes me sad
Heartburn, fast heart-beat
cannot sleep at all

That is true, girty.
But, tis why you drink it mornings.
Tea makes you mellow.

Thunderous applause
The night ended with fresh hope
Wake up enlightened

Back and fourth we go.
Life is like a piano.
Repeating itself.

Octive high or low.
Or wherever you may go.
It is the same thing.

It is the same thing.
Life after Life it is continuum;
surprisingly unnoticed!

Black keys and white keys.
A baby grand piano.
Just play your heart out.

think about today
what was it that made you sing
just being alive

Catnip mice taste good
I like to bit their heads off
Their good for breakfast



"that was a haiku, a sick little kitty cat haiku"

courtesy of Darby Conley's Get Fuzzy

Every song I sing.
I just have to hail I King.
The truth lies within.

listening to notes
gently floating in my ears
freest expression

Step by step I move
Foward towards destiny-
Ever onwards now.

Growing as I go
Travelling this quiet road
That lays before me.

Pain, heartache, hurting-
Left behind me in my Past...
Onward... onward... go.

Healing myself, but
Always longing for the place
Where journey will end.

Whole, complete again.
Sunshine falling on my face
As I laugh again.

But until that day,
I walk this quiet road alone...
Until at last... home.