vuduone

fade to black..powerless to try any more..hopelessly ready for change..i step into da lite..just to understand fates plan..to stay rooted..instead of chance to reverse...my heart was made for the brakingz..my mind was made for da day when..this curse takes it place..like the sun wit da moon..we must never get any closer then we already are...guide my night or warm my soul....wat a waist of passion........wat a waist to dream..when those practice first..on how to destroy wat u believe...sadness has no home..when feeling love as all alone..wat happens must be..wats done shall shock..all readers,families,friends,strangers,enemies,haters and self..wat its worth has no shelf time,deadline,or fun time left..in these bones i call my own............haiku#2011.....................AH=ONE.......

cosmic farts..smoothers the area..distant stench..blankets the sky.. greenish fog fills the lungs...people start to wonder why?.. for each step means disaster..when all other smells fails to bloom...who pooted with size to master....from the depths of such wicket tombs....haiku # 3.20.13=by....AH-ONE..

jack and jill took a pill to make the sex feel better.. but when jill went down, on jacks big crown,jill got nutt on her sweater...by AH=ONE

blue summers, zombie infested..winters laced with fabricated wonderlands..under-going blistering blankets of harsh times to hate..personal problems pursue perfections..lost be the heart..but found be the mind..look past the art..and you'll find what resigns to define...ones soul...listen to the river..it sings with sounds dat roll..rumble thru dem tree's..climb the highest limb..is there owner amongst those who thieve..all supply..just 4 selfish pride..has hope ever tried dope.. your eyes blind ones kindness..distorted from da roots..walkin miles in my boots..i wonder wat type of pain..remains to make a person change..like nite from day.............haiku....by...ah-one

its true skateboarding can change ones life..no matter how low one may feel at times..just hitting the concrete with them four wheels,two trucks and one deck...man oh man the freedom sets in..and away flows the sorrows..trust me..if one who gains balance by thrashing the neighborhood sidewalks..its joy in the the light of pain..its pure joy in the eye's of the sun...