Haiku

I am entertained
Very easily by fire
I don't have cable.

Napalm does smell good
Just after the dawn has broke
The gel sticks to kids

Haiku

Why does everything
have to burn in Slack's small world?
Reagan, now Mondays.
Karate Goldfish
My Days are so dull
I wish I had a girlfriend
...
Here are five more words.

Eyes:

Hey eyes are sad like that all the time,
Even when she is happy.

They say that eyes are the windows to your soul,
Does this mean her soul is sad?

Laughing and carefree, she dances through the trees,
A smile on her lovely lips, a song in her throat.

Love is inside of her, for the world,
She has so much to give.

And yet her eyes, if you ever looked,
Really looked, they are always sad.

Black inside and dying,
Alone inside and crying.

The windows to your soul they say,
Have you ever looked?

When you're gone
I feel so small
I'm nothing
Without you
And everything
With

Don't take the light
From my eyes
Don't let me fall
Into dispair
Just
Hold me

Tooth Sheaf

When sampling brew from other land 
I tried one once that weighed like sand 
Tooth Sheaf, it said, I swear with wink 
with hard consistency of grit 
I could almost swear when I took drink 
that I, instead, was drunk by it                 

(see, Jonesy, you inspired me)        

Lerk the watered-down bastard poet    

"Arabesque"

 Look deep into my eyes,
Can you see the thoughts
That dance like ballerinas,
Leaping and twirling
Through the passages of my mind?

As a child, i dreamed myself
A dancer, perched precariously
On my toes, atop the world,
Atop a spinning, whirring
World hellbent on self destruction.

But i realize these days
That i am not doomed to hell in a handbasket;
So i will not send myself flying
Into the abyss; Instead, i will prance
At the cliff's edge, falling only by careless mistakes

Like a child running with scissors,
It is all fun and games until someone loses an eye.
Speaking of which, don't bother looking
Into them; The thoughts have vanished,
Dancers fleeing quickly into the wings of my mind.

Poem! Poem!

Flee! Flee! The age is past,
where triumphant horses
gallop through fields of repression.

Run! Run! The time is now.
Make haste away from places of sollitude.

Come! Come! To the place of serenity.
The place in my heart is for you.

Away! Away!
And i will harbour your friendship inside.

Love, Love.
Love with me, and we shall harbour our friendship forever inside.

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A bonus poem fragment! Alas my muse only supplied inspiration for the last part of what seems to be an interesting poem.

"Jump, not through a meadow on a green spring(day),
rather from a cold greyhearted tommorow.
So that but one piece if left.
And all of your heart may adore it."