Children have their innocence and purity for but a short while before the world arounds them feeds them the seed that sprouts their inner beast. I think you could compact this more and put more focus on the soul-searching, and less space travel. "The world orbits me here" That makes little or no sense since "orbit" generally means something around the lines of "to circle around an object after having been locked into that objects gravity.." Even if you can use orbit in the sense that you've used it in your poem, it still comes off as bad english to me. Blessed with seven.

I love this.. it fills me with an uncordial envy, and shame for not having come close to producing such a wicked & mighty haiku.. but worry not, I shall endure and soon enough my vile emotions will pass, beginning my mission to create a haiku to match yours, or atleast bring me closer to my "Golden Haiku from Satan". Blessed with ten.

perfect end too

Hat tipped - great wordplay.

I lost my father recently at kensington, was he wearing a green wax jacket?

Oh my.. indeed this is something I will cherish, a tonic of chuckles and depraved humor that feeds a weary & idle mind such as my own, causing it to vibrate in a universe-spliting surge of imaginative enjoyment... I do so love the wonders of a decent & dark parody. :) Blessed with ten.

A bulging king-sized foreskin swimming in dwarf discharge.

A profoundly leaky guff in its own grease.

A cursed clam packed with bile.

yep. sure is.

A bog-soiled pneumostool

Points for hitting a universal emotion.

I liked it, sure. Clangs along nicely enough.

Needs to stand out from this very crowded "lost love" room.

"i won't promise the stars [OR]the moon" - this is a common mistake. Its a nice sentiment.

Hmmmm. A little punctuation would not hurt this - not that I'm not for a little artistic freedom, but in this case - its a distracting omission. I almost like this - pare it down a bit and I think it will be more palatable.