we need to expand this - I suggest horror haikus!

I want to kill you
I have a revving chainsaw
The red blood will flow

To put the country simple, earth has a lot of things other folks might
want...like the whole planet. And maybe these folks would like a few changes
made. Like more carbon Dioxide in the atmosphere, and room for their way of
life. We've seen this happen before, right in these United States.

Your way of life destroyed the Indian's way of life.

The Indian reservation is extinction.

But I offer this distinction. I'm with the invaders, no use trying to hide
that. And at the same, I disagree with some of the things they are doing.

Oh were not united anymore than you are
Oh we're not united anymore than you are.

Conservative factions is set on nuclear war as a solution to the Indian
personality.

Others disagree
Others disagree

I don't claim that my methods are one hundred percent humane, but I do say,
if we can't think of anything quieter, and tidier than that...

We are all not that much better than new earth aches.

There is no place else to go
The theater is closed

There is no place else to go
The theater is closed

Cut word lines
Cut music lines
Smash the control images
Smash the control machine.

That's Quick Hits by William S. Burroughs. Another great Beat writer, he wrote Naked Lunch. If anyone's seen the movie you'll know just how fucked up this guy is.

horror haiku #2 - guess this film:

Maria was hot
Her friend cried and bled alot
But dad lost his head


Any guesses????

hmmmmm.....haunte tension??? youre too easy!

Here I sit
Broken hearted
Try to shit
But only farted.




A classic from Highschool.

That shits deep!!! LOL!!!:D

Whitman!

This is what I want on my tombstone. It's from Shelley

"As the earth when leaves are dead/
As the night when sleep is spead/,
As the heart when joy is fled/,
I am left lone, alone."

Of course there's Poe's Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

This poem always hits me in the gut.

Its a bit of a morbid subject but i always liked comedian Spike Milligans tombstone, it simply says 'I told you i was ill'

This is my favorite Shakespearean Sonnet

Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.
Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;
But yet be blam'd, if thou thy self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.