HAIKU THOUGHTS 09062011

Artistic people
That's what the Francisco's are
No escaping it.

Never serious
About anything in life
Except performing

We are but artists
Who don't compete, yea, we invent
Thus the world sees

Her father's talent
Coupled to mother's morals
Success is assured

Think in your medium
Form what you want to express
Make it so we feel

Why do you want "Friends?"
Only a waste of your time
If you're an artist

Learn to dig yourself
There's more there that meets the mind
Nuggets of pure gold

Feel the need to talk?
Speak to yourself. After all,
You've something to say

Hooked on "feeling good,"
But the older you get
Fewer are the ways

Two exclusive things:
Where you are, and where you're at
So how about you?

You're an old man now
Stop trying to rescue yourself
You're already saved

Stay right there Henry
You've got where you want to go
Develop that thing

Where does the time go
When you're havin' all that fun?
To posterity

Songs about money
Now you have it now you don't
Denominators

Here's a new riffle:
Noontime piano at the bank
(Happy money tunes)

"The financial blues
Disappear at PNC
Celebrate your dough"

In the actor's mind
Stardom is the goal somehow
Good, bad, no matter

I know how he felt
John Wilkes Booth, that assassin
No one would listen

No one would watch him
Do Hamlet or Richard III
So he shot Lincoln

Make friends with the bugs
It's they who will devour you
As their final meal

Government needs dough?
Why not tax the Internet:
Emails that we read

If System X is
As far as you want to go,
Does your stuff? Keep it.

Henry Francisco
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