An Indian hook-er
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I am grateful for
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a lot of things, but not for
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smelly Indians!
Archive for the ‘Haiku’ Category
Smelly Indians
Friday, April 20th, 2012Silence
Friday, April 13th, 2012(c) April 13, 2012 by Swami X
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He’s “finding his voice”
Still doesn’t get that silence
is the real power
Open Hand
Sunday, March 11th, 2012(c) March 11, 2012 by Swami X
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I open my hand
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and let the butterfly go
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She was never mine
Gone
Sunday, November 13th, 2011
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They want to take me
To a place where I am gone
Rather kill myself
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Suck it!
Saturday, November 12th, 2011
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Friend is mad at me
For mentioning my big cock
She should just suck it!
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Subway
Wednesday, November 9th, 2011
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entering subway
in the car or on the tracks
makes no difference
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Sitting At The Master’s Feet
Thursday, October 13th, 2011© August 24, 2011
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Sitting at the Master’s feet
His pen scribbles frantically
Trying to capture Enlightenment like a butterfly
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In front of him is his mind
Acting as translator
Speaking the language of interpretation
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By the time he re-reads his notes
The mind’s high has worn off
No longer drunk from imbibing euphoria
Through the clear straw of the Master
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Through an amateur alchemist
His words are transmuted into action
But this fool’s gold
Is a worthless imposter
Lacking the luster of the original
Even it’s sparkle is dull
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Sitting at the Master’s feet
Drowned out by the noise of his personal crowd
The Master’s silence cannot be heard
Putting down the net
He watched the butterfly dance—
And caught it at last!
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Flaccid
Monday, October 10th, 2011(c) July 6, 2011
The last time I saw a green schwanz like that I was blowing Kermit The Frog!
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My cock is in hand
Woops–there goes my erection!
Just handful of balls
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Knife Drawer
Sunday, October 9th, 2011(c) July 3, 2011
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Home feels best to me
All my sharp knives in the drawer
Ready to kill me
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Without
Thursday, October 6th, 2011(c) July 6, 2011
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Without my girlfriend
Life has no meaning for me
Shouldn’t have killed her
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