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Anonymous
- Saturday, February 26, 2000 at 23:03:55 (PST)

"when you sell your size sixteen wedding dress"

when you sell your size sixteen wedding dress
we will go get drunk enough to get multiple dui's
and lie so much
somebody somewhere will believe it
somebody will really need it
when we take your grannys ring to the pawn shop
they gonna let us down
they gonna turn us down
when you sell your size sixteen wedding dress
we are gonna turn our lives around
we will use spot remover on the pit stains
you'll say you love me in the limo
while we listen to the cans go clang
in the toaster
you'll burn the bagels again
and we'll move to kentucky and gain more weight
we'll live in a trailer and strum all day
when you sell your size sixteen wedding dress
I give the preacher back the peu
souviner trays and grape juice
sorry
- Saturday, February 26, 2000 at 22:49:52 (PST)

Looking into the fading towers,
we sit stare, and wonder who smiles.
Found on the table for your loved ones.

Nice girls smile looking to love those,
those who don't care.
Greasers on horseback pillage the bond,
as we sit back and watch it burn.

The kid in the back row who won't raise his hand,
looks down and wonders, sweats.
The kid in the corner who admires from afar,
admires the girl, wants to hear his name.

The house and the mother worshipping misplaced tenderness.
The rosebushes by the stairs are lacking water
and love.
These three boys meet in secret by the ancient lake.
Tales of Brave William slaying the sofa leviathan.
Rest in Peace.
Dave
- Saturday, February 26, 2000 at 12:47:42 (PST)

Oh God
His hands
What could I say what could I do
to show the love I have for you
let my weary heart proclaim
though I know you don't feel the same
Your hands
I'm so fond of you
I'm so, so fond of you
how can I help thinking those smiles are for me
how can I not take your words a different way
when you say
"I never want to lose sight of you..I'll know you forever"

why does this keep on happening to me
and in my sleep
through REM
I can hear you
I can see you
can't shut you out
can't help thinking
that shirt would look great on you
you'd really like these steak knives
this is a fragrance you'd love
this is your song
I saw a truck like yours today

I need some sunsets to bring you close
if it's not meant to be, why have you come back
when I set you free
these are things I couldn't ever say
to your face

I hope I don't have to see you so much anymore
I remember what happened last time around
this is killing me
Anonymous
- Friday, February 25, 2000 at 23:02:58 (PST)

eat oranges
look in the mirror
listen to deep purple
Anonymous
- Friday, February 25, 2000 at 22:39:04 (PST)

Poison & Nepanthe, Alchohol & LSD, Endorphan & Psilocybin--- Only u can save me now, old friend!
C. Cash
- Friday, February 25, 2000 at 10:27:36 (PST)

raw denial
useless energy
dead end friend
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 24, 2000 at 23:58:04 (PST)

"She is everywhere"

they all look like the only one
there is no solution
there is no more..no

they all look like the only reason
the meaning of fun
no more dreaming
what have you done

they all look like the angel I loved
theres no definition
theres no depth
she is everywhere
she is everything

Anonymous
- Thursday, February 24, 2000 at 23:15:39 (PST)

are you my cheating lie
a moment turned away
looking at life around us
you tell my disabled truths
and believe them yourself
are you ready to deny
before a question is life
do you think I care why
as you are turned away
with a thousand memories
into the darkness
you free to lie to anyone else
but me
I do not hear them
I do not see you
I feel no anger towards any living substance
although you no longer exist
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 24, 2000 at 06:18:34 (PST)

the art is gone with lies
leaving not a care
nothing
only death could divide the morning from midnight
and will the rain
change the mood
return the feeling
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 23, 2000 at 22:30:46 (PST)

filed

when I found out she wanted to borrow my ladder
that was the day i wondered
AND we would be together as one forever in my eyes if only for one week of every home cooked meal
I could dream of
and so she wouldnt lose his bike
to his wife
she took it completly apart
and wanted my to reassembile it
and cried when we ...we...we didnt put flowers on his gas tank
I woke her up with a 12 of something she didnt like one night as drunk as I was
she she she wanted bud
next night I was at the door to try again with bud and
she cried because he was dead
she got a new car outta that one
and I thought she was crazy
with a pistol in her hat
making me clean out my wifes
car before she would eve n get in it
how was I to know she was a stripper
I wanted was to take her out for steaks
to pay her back for all that home cooking
and got kicked out of her strip bar for a domestic
while my wife threw me out again
we went to the best party and jammed with crazy people
on the bongos
and she sang words to my songs I could not understand
how she begged me to leave my asshole wife
I said no
and she was the only reason I kept the best job I ever had in my life
later
I quit
and moved back home
in six months I knocked on her door
to get it slammed in my face
go back to your wife

but she followed me up from the south and I seen her once in a libary in a little town up north of here

Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 23, 2000 at 22:25:15 (PST)

"Champagne Brunch"
who would stereotype money
who would believe it was worth anything?
There where many beautiful whores
at the fashion show and
I ordered a cheese buurger and a beer
sure,mine was dressed very seductively for a woman with only one eye.but I did not want to seek a relationship that would last longer
than a few pretzels
for my lap dancer was watching us
and I did not want to piss her off again
because I already thought she was cheating on me
but I might just be parinoid
because believing only what I see
I could'nt really see over the five mens shoulders
and then she went to change costumes
in the ladies room
and he went into the mens room
and you cant do much in a little 3 inch hole
in the wall now can you
it was like that time
I dropped the mental patient off at the truck stop
after she agreed to us duck taping the camera to her head
but we never got a camaera
and the phone would not stop ringing
as soon as the tape would role
while ever song I played they thought it was about them

I believed in the lord of gasolines
and my lap dancer and I had agreed to
stay together and pay the cable bill this week.
she was as pretty with a six pack as she was
with two shots (over)
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 23, 2000 at 21:59:27 (PST)

values

the movie she liked was stuck in the dvd player like
a greasepit full of flies
her bag lady value was not equal to the toys
he bought and busted up regiosly
as the prostitute got geezer wrinkles
she became worth a piss in the wind
as the blackeye would shine in the mid day sun the
nastiest lady was homeless now
and needed change
we can save them and make pets of them

would you like to relax beside my ice maker for a beverge
and sit at the grand piano in the alley next to the dumpster that the rat jumped put at us
beside the reading lamp reclined in an upright
the most beautiful witch powerless
dying of diesease

for there was no magic
she was crazy
praying to satan
with each different partner
on sunday
the book of hymns
book of love

values
- Wednesday, February 23, 2000 at 20:55:20 (PST)

while all the time she had pamala lee dolls on layaway
she did not tip the bartender today
she was saving for a rainy day
and razors of course
for her underarms could no longer close
and her lesbian gaybar nickname would now become
"wooly bully"
and if there was a nixon there was a hitler
and there would be a christ of penis envy
stand up
stand up

Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 23, 2000 at 20:42:46 (PST)

I tilted my head
for a different perception
to live the lure of sideways
where were erasing the gods
again
where I can blow my hot air
up a shadows skirt
to stop the pain that burns within

{seldom was my only sin}

Jayme
- Wednesday, February 23, 2000 at 19:23:56 (PST)

what did the cross threaded lezbian say to her bitch
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 23, 2000 at 18:46:19 (PST)

can I buy your wife?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 23, 2000 at 18:28:17 (PST)

yes
and i took it upon myself to fold your laundry
thanks for the sandwich you made
shaved your face
that's where
that's where
we end

cause I know how ruthless you can be
malted milkshake
stuffed plush alligator
get my watch adjusted

fixed me from the inside out
without through within
throughout

why
love
now
?
glad to be a part

>>>

Eve
- Wednesday, February 23, 2000 at 16:08:43 (PST)

A Bad Sexual Experience

Give me some direction
through the midnight rains
Give me your protection
when I go Insane

Hand me a gun
If I trip on my brain
throw me a rope
If you feel my pain

The LizardKing
- Tuesday, February 22, 2000 at 21:21:15 (PST)

A Short Story

Nobody's perfect
we all fall short of the glory
you look in the mirror
and you tell your own story

There may be a death
there may be love
and there's proably a breakup
but your not the only one
The LizardKing
- Tuesday, February 22, 2000 at 20:29:31 (PST)

Innocent Boy Without A Name

A boy with no name
sits in the sun
waiting for change
looking to run

He had wide eyes
He had long hair
He was a wildchild
He was rare

Innocent boy
without a scatch
Innocent boy
was quite a catch
Innocent boy
looking for fame
Innocent boy
without a name

To the mountains he flies
To the ocean he runs
searching for a life
looking for fun

Told he was beutiful
Told he was smart
alone he cries
missing a part

Innocent boy
without a scatch
Innocent boy
was quite a catch
Innocent boy
looking for fame
Innocent boy
without a name

In his head he talks
looking to get loose
nieve to reality
looking for truth

lonely hours in his room
lonely hours in his mind
but someday he'll be great
soon he'll fly

Innocent boy
without a scatch
Innocent boy
was quite a catch
Innocent boy
looking for fame
Innocent boy
without a name
The LizardKing
- Tuesday, February 22, 2000 at 20:12:22 (PST)

Gentle Alabaster Angel
Take the Ebony of my Heart and make it clean and white
Make me Real, Make me feel
You give me life again

~For Natalie~
The most magical child in the world
Jane
- Tuesday, February 22, 2000 at 03:00:15 (PST)

the times we said goodbye..
in the war room
Bread and water
you.
Ink or die bleed again
killing ryhyme soul stolen from the mirror
in the lens of weakness
moving at the speed of lies
the floor filled with yester-moments
splice my hypnotising thoughts of
leftover reason and anger filled skies
and I die a thousand dreams.
tomorrow lied to us.

Legalization of thought
decriminalization of self
legalization not taught
in rules confined history induced minds
decriminalization for sale
if you live
where is free
chained.....thoughts will bleed
into your system
from shelf to shelf
decriminalize yourself
believe in what you read
only then could they sell you
legalized beliefs
==================================
Lab rats lament
by
Travis Ray Cole

THIS IS A TEST,THIS IS ONLY A TEST
Mice and monkey,wheel in cage
test you until your trained
toxic rodent losing rat race
tastes like chicken,fed to the snake
infectious disease research cell freezing
lost in a maze cheesy albino with lesions

Rat brain in space,sattlite reception
double dose of cloned mutation
micrscopic study prevention
genetic strain of humane intervention

from the brain and seminal fluid
of the rat comes acid phosphate
dying in a rat trap,last in the rat race
not really giving a rats @ss
I smell a rat in space

domestic lab rat died here insane
rat pack,rat patrol,rat breath,cat bait
dying of strictnine poisioning
rat acid ,rats bane
========================================

Mr.Microchip
by
Travis Ray Cole

Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip
all of a suddenly do you wanna get ripped
MR.Microchip Mr.Microchip
all of a suddenly do you give a sh*t
INLINE IN YOUR MIND
WHO'S TO BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER DIES
Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip
all of a suddenly do you wanna get rich?
Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip
all of a suddenly do you give a sh*t
INLINE IN YOU MIND
WHO'S THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER LIES
Mr.Microtrip Mr.microtrip
all of a suddenly do you wanna get ripped
Mr.Microtrip Mr.Microtrip
all of a suddenly do you finally get it?
INLINE IN YOUR MIND
WHOS THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER
INLINE IN YOUR MIND
WHOS THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER
DIES.DIES.DIES.DIES.DIES.
-========================-

Signal from nowhere
by
Travis Ray Cole

How clean her wrists looked.....uncut
viens shining through
bieng scutinized critized and trapped
under the microscope
all the time
how clean her thoughts were
with the truth only to lie to her
no time for like today
taking
lying because she cares
yeah
loving because lifes there
shining like cold blue steel
cold water wont stop the cruel
pain in flesh,fog dense thick haterd
a victim of yourself
reaching to yesterday for help
no heaven to save a soul
the ground is so cold
go not to hell
and you'ld rather not love me
than love yourself
radio
- Tuesday, February 22, 2000 at 02:35:34 (PST)

" HI "
by
TRAVIS RAY COLE

THE CRYSTALS ON THE LITTLE RED HAIRS
REACHING OUT FROM THE LIGHT GREEN
SOILD MASS TURNING TO DUST
GREEN AND RED DUST
GOD MADE ART LIVING DIE LIVE AGAIN IN MIND
PERFECT
REACHING FOR THE LIGHT
AIR MOVING IN AND AROUND
ROOTS THAT KNOW NOT THE GROUND
WATER FILLED WITH AIR
WARM LIGHT FEELING HAPPINESS ONE MORE TIME
WE CAN SAVE THE WORLD
WE CAN SAVE OURSELVES
WE CAN SMELL THE FLOWERS
THE DARKNESS THE ROOTS KNOW
THE REACHING FOR NIGHT AND
WANTING TO GROW.

=========================
- Tuesday, February 22, 2000 at 02:16:45 (PST)

"Is it o.k. if exxon dumps oil here for the next ten years?"

Request for documents denied
Planned oil spills
to burn or not to burn
pounding storms help cleanse
oil spill boosts economy

drink up
- Tuesday, February 22, 2000 at 02:14:13 (PST)

"She was'nt there"
by
Travis Ray Cole

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

How she looked illamainted in the dim light
with big spanish eyes
she seemed to be glowing bieng impregenated
a sight
leaning againt the many crates of
iiradiated matrieal she was the dream of the warehouse
she was the past
she was'nt there
only a ghost of art
there was no dream.
Written by Travis Ray Cole{C}2000
(C)TRAVISRAYCOLE2000
- Tuesday, February 22, 2000 at 02:11:22 (PST)

"The new Moderns"
why they may have slept with Jack Ginsberg
before he was nobody
can the hearing impaired have voices
in thier heads?
mine have a narrator
It is so sweet my new stalker is writing to me under ten different names
sending me pages and pages of love poetry
which I delete unread and tell her
it was very good.
mirroring the mirror of film
Grandma and Mom{the new moderns}always buy me
the ugliest prostitutes
Name Dropper
Your not Steven Spielberg
alan ginsberg,alan ginsberg
Mark Twain
The new Kauraocs
less vauge {more accessible}
and surrellist like we like
we don't need your guilt pain
we dont need your guilt pain
bieng published dictionary?
Does that include making hundreds
of copies and littering
I mean satuaerating the
intersection of milwakee and damien?
I won a small garlic press,that means what?
I won a small garlic press
Written by Travis Ray Cole{c}1999
+ + + + + +
- Tuesday, February 22, 2000 at 02:07:40 (PST)

Times and days,
slowly fading,
yurning dark,
turning black.
I sit here and laugh, cry, beg for understanding.
It kills to take blind steps.
To look into your heart and to be left wanting when it comes to warmth.
There's so much to say, but so small of a day to open, open up.
I want to live, to love.
I need to give.
These times just never seem right.
All I ever wanted was for you to look at me, to look into and find a smile.
I wear to listen 1to bear the weight of longing. Adjacent lines, complacent times.
I want to tell you that I care.
To show how much, but how much is too much to handle? Breaking the camel's back I don't want to be left with arms reaching within arms reach.
To fill,
to fall your own space.
This fucker's overflowing and growing, rowing to teach to say it's so hard to say I love, it's you, you, I love you.
I care, I want, I love you.
Dave
- Tuesday, February 22, 2000 at 00:55:55 (PST)

I really want to open your eyes.
I really want to open your mind.
I really must stop myself
from opening your eyes.
I really must tell myself
not to play with your mind.
Because then you'll find
all the pain behind
my terrible little lies.
When I'm afraid to be weak
or stupid in your presence.
I'll have nothing left,
with you to hold the keys
to what is left of my fucking sanity.
Here...
In this thing that you gave to me.
Will you ask if I'm angry?
Do you know if I'm lonely?
Can you tell if I'm hurting?
Why the fuck won't you hold me?
And I tell you I'm sorry...
But you won't reply.
And I wonder why
that I feel that I want to let go.
A need,
to be someone else.
Never really able to see
that if I'm someone else,
just who the hell is going to be me?
I have to learn to look for the truth.
I have to learn to keep myself in control.
I have to learn not to trust anyone.
I have to learn to pretend.
Just like you.
The you who became my enemy,
when you sold me into slavery
with this thing that you gave to me.
Do you ask yourself "What have I done?"
When you're in your thoughts
all alone?
Do you know where you've gone wrong?
When your love made me strong
and then you took it away from me.
Do you know that I bury myself?
It doesn't take much to set me off,
to let me hate myself
for all that you are
and the things we'll never be.
Because,
in one way or another,
you're gone.
Now, after it all, I'm alone
because I cast you far from my life.
As I lie here in self-pity and spite
with this thing that you gave to me.
A shameful curse you placed on me,
the day that you gave me
your love.

catastrophe
- Tuesday, February 22, 2000 at 00:29:36 (PST)

So what you went to a bar with the guy I love AND your boyfriend
Thanks for rubbing it in my face, you bitch
I thought you were my best friend.
Keep having fun
Just keep having fun

I hope the wrinkles around your eyes appear sooner than later

Thanks for the heartache.
Anonymous
- Monday, February 21, 2000 at 09:53:49 (PST)

flashes images
and I felt them creeping behind me
I felt them stepping beside me
I felt them moving inside me
I looked up just to find
everyone freezing in time
and the words were seldom real
full of emotions
we could never conceal
and its all inside my head
if I could just peice you together

Jayme
- Monday, February 21, 2000 at 09:20:23 (PST)

"Sex with a mexician"
Anonymous
- Monday, February 21, 2000 at 02:51:08 (PST)

My soul is bleeding through my eyes.
My heart is screaming here it's cries.
My lungs refuse the freshest air.
My eyes just give a vacant stare.
My body's cold to the touch.
My pain is so very much.
My mind is broken here it rant.
I want to live but know I can't
for without you I dwell in death,
no need to breathe not a single breath.

So guys, honest opinion should I keep this up or give people with talent more space for their stuff?
Cheshire Cat
- Sunday, February 20, 2000 at 11:12:42 (PST)

Turn around and walk out the door

Stop this discrimination
Stop causing a suffocation
You're making people choke
and you think its just a stupid joke
you are poison
causing the world injury

You say you want a child
Instead you're running wild
You're stuck in the shallow end
but I want to dive deep

You won't leave them alone
Now they've disconnected the phone
You can easily put them down
But you're the one that will drown

Keep your litter off the floor
Turn around and walk out the door
I've kept my money out of reach
now go away you stupid leech

No more blood and gore
You've already killed once
Turn around and walk out the door

Moonlight Phoenix
- Sunday, February 20, 2000 at 03:17:39 (PST)

"Air Time"

football fields we measure freedom with
the space
the time enclosed
inside my space
borrowed
it is mine
my walls filled with photos to reflect my dreams and a television stereo
where am I to be free
insde or be alone in solotuide
to escape the unfree world that would cage any soul they could
inside I have everything
and only four hours of air
would the hot tubes steal seconds the heat take my breath
if I sleep wake up gasping
four hours of air
outside there is plenty and we see the world move in mass transist easiy
where I run to breathe
the roof to be free secretly
and look down upon the street
the busy street
inside I have any mood I need and darkness or light to leave
and dream
on four hours of air
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 19, 2000 at 23:37:18 (PST)

We have entered
Pisces

ALL HAIL KING NEPTUNE

Here are we dragged through the mire
My stellar fish proclaim;
So wet and hot
and cold for fire
We shall never
EVER
be the same.....
Eve (so what, bite me..)
- Saturday, February 19, 2000 at 22:07:19 (PST)

underwear: what a concept!!
jailbird
- Saturday, February 19, 2000 at 19:17:17 (PST)

with controlled emotion tucked in my pocket
i scream
but the sound is heard somewhere else
peole turn to stare but i hear nothing but the shared breath of the ones surrounding and smothering me
crowded and deceptive
eyes are fixed on me and my motion
where did all the peole go
the ones who loved me?
my thoughts are in sub-titles below me
so everyone knows what i'm about
in all languages and grammer is correct
catch me as i fall through the void that is my life
jailbird
- Saturday, February 19, 2000 at 19:07:36 (PST)

And I wait right here, from an answer from you.
and the answer I get better be the one thatI want to hear.
What good are flowers when your dead, what good is sympathy? When you need someone to love you like me.
(jester)
- Saturday, February 19, 2000 at 08:03:56 (PST)

***kattas logg***

february passes slow as fever
dont think it will end
this time either
sun never shows
just gray

hell
hell
hell
february is so cold

no mercy
i crouch by your foot
begging
please

K.
- Thursday, February 17, 2000 at 22:46:22 (PST)

Damnit, Mr.Construction guy, what I wouldn't give to be within arm's length of you
I see you everyday at our home
Wish I could invite you in for a good, hot...

coffee...uh, yeah..coffee!
you do need a break now, dontcha???

(It's Clark Gable himself..)
Eve
- Thursday, February 17, 2000 at 19:37:01 (PST)

the puppies were born today
underneath the porch
safe, sound
and I thought of you
like brain fevour
sometimes you remain
when I think I've locked you
away away
but you will never be

Jayme
- Thursday, February 17, 2000 at 13:29:51 (PST)

AL
AL.....
AL...
are you tom petty,dude

Al said he was in fact not tom petty
where you going Al?
Al said it was cool
and went to visit his friends from the inside
they where living on the 5th floor of the
"big building"
they had problems alright
but many people do
then one day the guy got thrown off the fire escape and there was no more reason to visit them,said al
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 15, 2000 at 23:08:37 (PST)

Give me a mile
and I'll take three.
Give me a smile
and content I'll be.
Give me a heart
and I will enjoy.
Give me a part
and I will be coy.
Give me the sky above
and I will be yours forever.
Give me your love
and I will leave you, never.
Cheshire Cat
- Tuesday, February 15, 2000 at 19:49:00 (PST)

"A soul quake happened here in a glass world
(whoa, whoa, watch where your'e going)
Particle by particle she slowly changes
She likes hanging Chinese paper cuts
(whoa, whoa, watch where your'e going)

Just another fix
Can I weather this?"

~Tori
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 15, 2000 at 13:37:34 (PST)

Al wanted some money so he knocked on the neighbors doors
and they did not have any money for al

Al was getting hungry and tried again
he knocked on everyones door in the building
and told them he was hungry
no one really gave a shit
and had no problem telling al this

everyday al knocked on peoples door
and told them he was hungry
so one christmas johnny
took al to the place down the street and bought him dinner
news years,same deal
but this was not enough for al
because he had very little money coming in from the government ever since he got out of the state hospital
when al knocked on broke johnnys door one morning he gave al oatmeal
the pantry down in the basement of the church
always gave out oatmeal
and everyone had some and the roaches crawed in the open oatmeal
so al took the oatmeal
and everyone thought al would eat the oatmeal
if he was hungry right?
but al didnt eat the oatmeal
he stock piled it
and saved it all up
and kept knocking on the doors
and asking for money because he was hungry
and pretty soon he had lots and lots of oatmeal
unopened so one day johnny said "Al make oatmeal"
Al said he didnt know how
johnny thought this to be very odd
since he personally gave Al many containers of oatmeal.
and he told Al just add water
just add water Al
just add watter

the next day Al decided to make oatmeal
so he went out into the hallway to the bathroom
the second floor all shared and got water

Part two
AL{The oatmeal king}

Al had oatmeal in the toilet the sink and the cast Iron tub with feet
the bathroom floor was coverd in three inches of oatmeal
the hallway had mounds and mounds
of oatmeal
and in his room al was squashing oatmeal out like grapes with his feet
it was six inches deep in some spots.................
{recently rejected from readers digest}
- Monday, February 14, 2000 at 23:05:31 (PST)

"come on jesus is watching"

Leave her leave her
give birth to my children
and be a good mama not on herion
without your badge a phone
dont prostitute anymore
even at the gas station for smokes ok baby
I love you
leave the man looking woman
it isnt natraul and jesus the jewish mythogy figure is watching
so you better not shout yoou better not dyke off in your dodge
why the hell did you bring lee iaocca into our personell valentine
he wont stand up in a 74 mustang
walking the dog baby
your to skinny
you better eat more
crack whore
I love you be a mother to my televison
this is all I got for you
now I hope we get washed away in the artic lesbian table at the midnight pancake house
watching bullshit son of sam
and listinin to lezzie music
to puke
I love you cause your so right
geniticly
lesbianly
three times a lady could be you toos song if only you would eat
I love you now
dont you see
the sickness

Anonymous
- Monday, February 14, 2000 at 22:40:42 (PST)

"I love you lesbian,lets watch television and drink coffee"

turn the channel
your the remote
happy happy smash smash
mother franker mother franker
tardfest
lesbian your really jesus
yeah
yeah tarder fest
teeth afterbirthbite afterbite
put me in prison
tonight
lovley dyke
alright
EVERYBODY SING ALONG NOW
put your hands together
I love you lesbian
we love you operation reality
eat
Anonymous
- Monday, February 14, 2000 at 22:28:02 (PST)

THIS NEXT ONES CALLED
"MONKEY MONKEY DYKE"

you dont have to worry i got your money played
and you are sick in the head
your skull is a shape from obsessed lesbian
your brain is a cop
it cant stop
monkey monkey dyke
Anonymous
- Monday, February 14, 2000 at 22:22:55 (PST)

"leave her"
come on look at the armpit of a woman
you have chossen
even the dog you had that got away looked better
you could do better
man woman animal
anything
monkey
leave her at the zoo
shes not the armpit for you
shave it
Anonymous
- Monday, February 14, 2000 at 22:19:36 (PST)

is it really rude maybe
to say you look like a dude? baby
you cant stand up
you cant stand up
you cant stand up for me
and be my best man

is it really crude to say that
your choice is really frank, hanky
wipe wipe
you cant stand up
you cant stand up
you cant stand up
and pee

Anonymous
- Monday, February 14, 2000 at 22:16:28 (PST)

"My Hillbilly lesbian valentine"

My hillbilly lesbian valentine
I delete your email everytime
my hillbilly lesbian valentine
my hillbilly lesbian valentine
I want to spend my whole months welfare check on you
on you
my hillbilly lesbian valentine
I want to lay you down in a field of the finest bud
and make love to
my hillbilly lesbian valentine.
yee-haw
- Monday, February 14, 2000 at 21:35:03 (PST)

"you brain is swollen"

dont you valentime me you no breasted #@&:
Anonymous
- Monday, February 14, 2000 at 06:25:12 (PST)

why not..she is swedish....
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 13, 2000 at 23:29:04 (PST)

Frenzy
Dancing

Excstasy
Jane
- Sunday, February 13, 2000 at 22:20:56 (PST)

I can't find a reason to get out of bed today
I'll end up in it again at night
nothing will change and it will still be empty.
Sometimes I sip the nectar of the gods
and escape from the skeletons long hidden in my closet.
No one confesses of their own dark secrets nor bones hidden away.
Sometimes dark nights of starlessness remind me of the times I live.
Ever wonder why I keep the lights so close?
Sometimes I try to overdose on ambrosia
to get away from it all... my nights so starless, my bed so empty, my smile so false.
I was caught once, this is my punishment.
I can remember real smiles and real laughs
times long gone, dead.
Born again and the afterbirth is choking me.
Sometimes I choke on vomit that's not mine
sentences spat and damning
dribbling from demon's mouths.
When was the last time the sunlight shined upon my smile?
When was the last time my laughs mingled with the wind?
I stopped looking at the sky today
what secret is hid up there?
Sometimes I wonder why I looked into that melancholy thing anyway.
Once I always looked up there
but one day I looked down
and glanced upon only the fleeing shadows of happiness.
Sometimes I look for the charred remains of the bridge it burnt down to keep me from following.
I crucified myself today, on words as hard as stone.
like Prometheus I brought light to the world only to be punished.
Sometimes I set myself ablaze to keep the coldness away
failing every time.
Charred and black I come back to the infernal emptiness.
I hung myself by the stairwell today
but no one really cared.

Cheshire Cat
- Sunday, February 13, 2000 at 18:46:55 (PST)

"With You Gone"

With you gone,Who's going to rape the population?
and bleed sorrow out thier eyes?
a leaders empty remorse
a laughter mixed with lies
out of coffee clown I.V.'s
replace the dull grey skies
and steal a generation
you can't run from denial

with windows open
echo the sounds of the street
with a bloodlike taste the exhaust still breathes
after the engines die
re-enter in misery
you steal enough love
losing mirroring the scent of quick lust
no matter how god fearing
you lie to us all
tired turned away
a girl in the wrong place
while a dozen other winners
all compete for the same
Copyright2000
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net

travisraycole{c}2000
- Sunday, February 13, 2000 at 08:59:14 (PST)

"My Hill billy lesbian valentine"

My hill billy lesbian valentine
I delete your email everytime
my hill billy lesbian valentine
my hill billy lesbian valentine
I want to spend my whole months welfare check on you
on you
my hill billy lesbian valentine
I want to lay you down in a field of the finest bud
and make love to
my hill billy lesbian valentine.
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 13, 2000 at 08:50:42 (PST)

I got a few
said
I got a few
Spiders under my dress
stealing my curds and whey
substracting soul away

no love for me
you are, boy
oddest of parodies
I can't make you out
on and on
much less make out
Noumenon
Noumenon

and now it's just so
all in all
jumping to plummit
declining to descend
drag to
crashcrashcrashcrashcrashcrashcrashcrash
crashcrashcrashcrashcrashcrashcrashcrash
Pay for what I Crave
Pay for what I Give
Pay for what I Save

Pay for WHY I Live

And yet still still still

Here am I, dragged through the mire;
my Stellar Fish proclaim
Too wet for hot
Too cold for fire
perhaps we are just
lukewarm
rain...
Eve
- Sunday, February 13, 2000 at 03:31:44 (PST)

i live to be set free.
this war i fight.
i really want to flee.
with myself subside.
eyes crying balling.
off the deep end im falling.
come on.
you see its my fault.
too proud to anly swallow my pride.
life needs changes.
levels,ranges.
it goes on.
sinking into trend.
your life i buy.
it never seems to end.
i hope the trend soon will die.
crying im balling.
off the deep end im falling.
again.....
Reverse_Smurf
- Sunday, February 13, 2000 at 01:14:36 (PST)

I understand why they call it monopoly now
GOIN' FOR BROKE
and hittin you with shoes while I'm at it
Jayme (if it sounds like shit you know i'm it)
- Friday, February 11, 2000 at 23:19:34 (PST)

blues in A

hey celiente,you make me so thirsty

yes celiente,
you make me thirsty you do

I dont know what I want
no I dont know
what to do
I dont know what I want

a camaro or you

celente celente
you leave me the blues

celente celente
you leave me the blues

to me you are the sun shine
and all the stars too.

Anonymous
- Friday, February 11, 2000 at 22:58:59 (PST)

When I hold you its wrong
while your toungue is twisted
with mine, it is so right.

Anonymous
- Friday, February 11, 2000 at 18:12:06 (PST)

"Northern Hycool"

As winter soon ends
the concrete from parking lots
must now leave our trucks
Travis Ray Cole
- Friday, February 11, 2000 at 05:18:33 (PST)

Damn, he looks just like that animated sugar measuring cup with the big eyes and white gloves at the Hershey's site..
God. It's gettin' kinda scary.
Eve (who else would write anything so imbecilic?)
- Friday, February 11, 2000 at 01:50:15 (PST)

If you say swedish over and over again around your girlfriend, she won't have sex with you for days!!!!
Don't do it!!!!!!!!

Jane
- Thursday, February 10, 2000 at 23:43:47 (PST)

How many times have you committed suicide?

Cheshire Cat
- Thursday, February 10, 2000 at 17:24:34 (PST)

Really, Ben? Y'know..I always did appreciate a good Swedish massage inside my cuisinart...
Eve
- Wednesday, February 09, 2000 at 22:07:57 (PST)

My reality seems to be out of order, may I come live in yours?
With your sweden cheese and locked tight doors?
I'll bring the cheese sass from Wendy's if you say the word,
On the way over spalt splattered the bird
all over the windsheild all over the car
that bird won't be getting to far.
Stop prodding your asshole and let me in
I won't say bad things or give the cheshire grin...
you open the door to a gun in your face
and I ask in a whisper, "How do you like my new place?"

"My Dog died because God's a crybaby."-Another pointless flood victim.
Cheshire Cat
- Wednesday, February 09, 2000 at 21:30:40 (PST)

In a space of infinite time
I lay among the dirt and the grime
remembering times once so sublime
Of summer nights and full moons
little times with big boons
reading the stars was like reading runes
and fall's touch of death, decay
ruined all thoughts of the day
and enter winter through this way
until all things big and small
freeze to death in winter's pall
when in dirt and grime we fall
An endless cycle a morbid doom
swept like dust, forever broom
(sometimes I just feel like I'm in a room*)

* another day of mine in the life of Pat.

"Sometimes I get the wierdest desire to bathe with my toaster. Sometimes my toaster gets the wierdest desire to bathe with me." - Ben

Cheshire Cat
- Wednesday, February 09, 2000 at 21:21:51 (PST)

Today I burnt down the sky

THE KING OF CATS

(very shortened)

One day a man was walking to his friends house
it was getting dark
He stopped to clean of his shoes
and rest a bit
on a old stump along side the road
in hte distance he saw
a procession of cats
in two staight lines
something quite amazing to him
at the head of the lines
two cats were carrying
a small wooden coffin
with a small golden crown atop it
the man horrified
jumped up and ran
all the way to his friends house
over dinner he told them of the cats he saw
and suddenly the family cat jumped upright
and ran out of the room yelling
"Then I am the king of cats"
he then shot up the chimney and was
gone

this story holds relevance
you will see
Jayme(bits of shadowland)
- Wednesday, February 09, 2000 at 17:01:32 (PST)

I sometimes wonder about the injustice of this world, when children are involved....................................................
babyjane6969
- Wednesday, February 09, 2000 at 14:47:37 (PST)

You were not in it.
It was ABOUT you..
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 09, 2000 at 07:39:51 (PST)

What a selfish little boy..
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 08, 2000 at 19:43:32 (PST)

soar.

somewhere i know theres crying
somewhere i know theres dying
but everywhere that i look my spirits
just keep on flying.
i feel guilty for being so well when iknow someone eise is going through hell.
but thats what sadness is for.
to stop you from letting you spirits
soar.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 08, 2000 at 14:25:05 (PST)

24 hours
without my favourite drug
just aint good enough
K.
- Tuesday, February 08, 2000 at 04:38:24 (PST)

Heaven is overweight

Copyright: 2000

Jane
- Tuesday, February 08, 2000 at 03:27:31 (PST)

"It's been so long since Iv'e seen her face
You say she's doin' fine
I still recal sad cafe
How it hurt so bad to see her cry..

Send her my love~ memories remain
Send her my love~ roses never fade..

WE KNEW OUR LOVE COULD NOT PRETEND
BROKEN HEARTS CAN ALWAYS MEND

It's her voice that keeps on HAUNTING me

Send her my LOVE..."
~Journey
Eve (this song is just so good at a piano..sorry)
- Monday, February 07, 2000 at 22:16:27 (PST)

My dog died yesterday but I didn't cry
and I'll be broke the rest of this month, no lie.
I forgot to call my friend but he'll understand
when I got out of the car I shut the door on my hand.
I overslept and woke up drinking coffee
looked at my watch and burnt the hell out of me.
When I got to where I was going I forgot my cash
and now I'm developing this really strange rash.
I finally decided to stay in bed
and when I went back to sleep I slept like the dead.
This morning I woke up, smoked a cigarette and burnt down the house
reality had the roar of a lion, my dreams the squeak of a mouse.
That witch came in and ruined my fantasy
by turning on the light and yelling at me.
I didn't think that this was the craze
because by all the signs this was a week of mondays.

Very Shameful Cheshire Cat
- Monday, February 07, 2000 at 19:49:13 (PST)

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
and that is why the dead's sight is quelled.
Sewn shut, the last punishment given to you before heaven.
So you go there blind, groping at the angel's wings
wishing you could see what angel it is that sings...
When wished farewell by kin and old friends
it is more like a jeering on your way out.
When bid good evening by partner spirits you grasp for their hand and they grasp for yours
for we blind you at birth by caring,
we blind you as you grow by prejudice,
and our last torment bestowed upon you
is blinding you when you go.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
but who can see it when those eyes are sewn up?
Cheshire Cat
- Monday, February 07, 2000 at 19:38:21 (PST)

"Because I love you"

trading tombstones teaching television
recieving happiness in a nest of lies
values not reflecting value
world stops to ask us why
does it register to the focused mind
maybe you are mine...trying...blind...high

how can I come to terms with you
a service to the community
when you are the problem
trust displayed as humor content
reel it in try again
until your done robbing the emptiest heart
rotting the eclipsed core with money
ashes fall on swollen breasts like leaves
no ones blowing me any kisses
echoing the losing bet
its not worth anything
is this as bad as it can get?
wishing I could throw down this hand
as beauty lies to time
stealing from our leaders crime
I dont want anything
except what used to be
except what was never mine
Travis Ray Cole
- Monday, February 07, 2000 at 04:33:49 (PST)

EXCUSE ME!!!!

Is it o.k. if exxon dumps oil here
for the next ten years?

Request for documents denied
Planned oil spills
to burn or not to burn
pounding storms help cleanse
oil spill boosts economy

Wednesday, September 08, 1999

OIL SPILLS CONTAMINATED WATER
- Monday, February 07, 2000 at 03:41:47 (PST)

The silent man walks into the evening unknown, all alone.
Looking wistful into distant stars gleaming
to be struck blind by light yonder shown.
Weary of living, weary of dreaming
his wishes for darkness die in his heart.
All by himself in a world of the blind
seeing all has set him apart
and all he wants is to find
A place to fit in the puzzle that is existance
the smile so very elusive instead of the frown so so old.
He just wanted to drop all resistance
and become one with this little fold.
He yearned to hear the secret sound
that only comes after the barring of the spirit's windows
and such things cannot be found
in the darkness where starlight glows.

He didn't care to hear their fallen cries
nor their mad and raving cries
and although he thought he'd miss
all the blissful melodies that made it so easy to reminisce,
he had no desire to hear the words that cut him down.
All the good sounds that made him smile couldn't compete with the ones that made him frown
and that is when we wished the loss of yet another gift
so maybe, just maybe, his spirits he could lift.

Blind and deaf he has not yet found what he's looking for
but he gave it all and could give no more.
Alone, disraught, angry, and sad
at giving up all that he had.
He bound himself in a collar that ends all
and broke his neck when he made himself fall.
Cheshire Cat
- Sunday, February 06, 2000 at 21:42:19 (PST)

I once knew this man who had no hands
it was very hard to be him
Even though he was slim.
People picked on him and
they don't even know him
People are cruel people are harsh
and if they are not they are considered in the dark.
CaRoL
- Sunday, February 06, 2000 at 05:23:15 (PST)

The Girl Who Rides the Night

I sit here and wonder,
I think, laugh, and love.
Shoot from the hip and aim with the heart.

How it hurts this body,
that I can't wipe clearly these eyes,
wipe them clear to see.
The day, the way, or the mark.

Times spent laughing and caring,
these moments and hours loving and learning------
and I want.
It's in my eyes!
My eyes, my heart, and soul.

I'm lead astray from normalcy
by the warmth of a single dimple and a smile.
The far reach of honesty.

Similarities smile and shine while
differences yearn.
The bottle waits patiently as the mediator.

Premature protection and lines,
lines to fill, paint paper, the canvas.
The box, the bin, the chest.
Fuck the chest, I want to fill the heart.

The kiss, the miss, the dark.
The way I look down and laugh when things are too much.
Too hard to touch, just too far.

What a beautiful world that awaits between these shoes.

I swear when we ate,
I laughed and loved.
Stuttered and turned, yearned.
warm and red.

This life, these hands,
this love.
They can hurt at times,
I dream of sleep.
Because wants burn.

Lately though, I sleep to dream.
She who rides the night.
I wonder.
Smile.
Just smile,
I'll look your way.

Dave
- Saturday, February 05, 2000 at 23:25:17 (PST)

i miss you militia!!!!!!!!!!!!

and a smurf tells no lies!!!!!
quorbayne
- Saturday, February 05, 2000 at 18:33:18 (PST)

did you ever give a damn in the first place?
maybe its time you had the tables turned.
cuz in the interest of all involved.
i got the problem slved an the verdict is guilty.

sLiPkNoT 2000
Reverse_Smurf
- Saturday, February 05, 2000 at 18:31:13 (PST)

my fears stalk me and they grow up in a childhood mind.
you thaught you knew me,even in my eyes you are so blind.
i miss the things that make me cringe and cry and wanna die.
where have you gone?
and your long gone.
with steady breath i sigh.
i gaze my eyes and hypnotize and freeze your heart inside.
flee run away no no dont stay its your turn to hide.
im crazy and i cant help but face it.
your sorry?
yeah right and you i blame.
i hope you die slow with pain again.
im sorry i just won the game.
Reverse_Smurf
- Saturday, February 05, 2000 at 18:26:31 (PST)

well...fuck me sideways!
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 05, 2000 at 03:54:12 (PST)

WHY?
Why am I so stupid?
Why can't I let go
and let myself love you?
I know I do
I even tell you I do
Of course I do
But I won't let myself

I cannot prove I love you
Because I always get you down
And when I do I end up with a frown

Why can't I let you love me?
Why do I always need convincing?
Why am I always so paranoid?
When you show it all the time

I don't know how to let go of my inhibitions
I don't know how to prove I care
I don't know how to bare my soul
Or how to fulfil my goals

I want to help you with your nasty habits
But I feel like I'm letting them breed like rabbits
you're probably smoking right now
I'm suprised you're still with me
I wouldn't blame you if you left
If I tell the truth
I feel I'm hurting you

moonlight pheonix
- Saturday, February 05, 2000 at 02:28:33 (PST)

tell me why
I have seen you soo close
yet you are so far away

tell me why I have tried to legalize my thoughts for the day?
Jayme
- Friday, February 04, 2000 at 21:18:58 (PST)

i wander in the snow.and damn is it cold.my feet hurt and i miss all my friends.but nobody cares.so ill walk until i die.
quorbayne
- Friday, February 04, 2000 at 19:00:16 (PST)

always
feeling like im dead.
cold rain.
dripping off my emty head.
one thing that ive swore.
one day you'll beg for more.
cant reap what you sew.
you wont follow.
wont follow me.
so just go.
it seems all clear to me.
dreams drown,all the hope inside a sea.
of tears,fall from the sky.
do your fears make you cry?
Revese_Smurf
- Friday, February 04, 2000 at 18:45:56 (PST)

Legalization of thought
decriminalization of self
legalization not taught
in rules confined history induced minds
decriminalization for sale
if you live
where is free
chained.....thoughts will bleed
into your system
from shelf to shelf
decriminalize yourself
believe in what you read
only then could they sell you
legalized beliefs
give a rats ass
- Friday, February 04, 2000 at 05:45:37 (PST)

porcelain

i listened twice

i love you now
for all the time

my brilliant taste ,you said
the idiot
you've read

so far and yet so near
then you're not here
but though i feel your presence
feel you close to me

look above
look beyond
can you see me
hear the noise

when,
oh when will i see you again ?
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 03, 2000 at 13:42:09 (PST)

beautiful cyber cowboy...
you dissappeared...
Im all alone in space..
...so theres 2 of you....
one real
and one who only exists in hyperspace..
One Im going to have and to hold for ever
the other one is lost
for ever...
I love you all the time thats left
in this world
and in the next...
Katta
- Thursday, February 03, 2000 at 11:44:08 (PST)

She's complicated
leaves me a simple mind
she's complicated
leaves me a simple mind
she lead me to believe
there's something to believe in this time
i can't complain
it's what i must deserve
i won't explain
if this is all its worth
shes complicated
leaves me a simple mind
shes complicated
leaves me a simple mind

Anonymous
- Thursday, February 03, 2000 at 06:19:27 (PST)

in order to explain the way I have been feeling lately
I am going to use a quote from my dear friend Ben
he said it best
"Happiness to me!!!"
and this time it is real
real people
real emotions
truth
yes "Happiness to me"

I miss you shelley

Jayme
- Wednesday, February 02, 2000 at 07:26:57 (PST)

so Cat are those orginal poems--
that is the propose of open mic
DID YOU KNOW THAT!!!!
I don't think Travis cares if you
post his lyrics!!--frankly
someone has a little too much
time on their hands

Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 02, 2000 at 02:15:57 (PST)

"Baby it hurts, baby it hurts..
Baby it hurts to be your
Fire on the Side...."
~Y Kant Tori Read
Eve
- Wednesday, February 02, 2000 at 01:24:46 (PST)

"The new new Iko"

My supermodel and your supermodel
were sitting by the fire
my supermodel said to your super model
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 01, 2000 at 21:25:13 (PST)

...Don't...Trust...Anyone...

R I C H A R D U N D E R W O O D I I I
- Tuesday, February 01, 2000 at 21:00:13 (PST)

whoops! hate it when my fingers fuck up what they're made to type :( sorry guys.

How can I say I love you, when my lips are sealed with a tac?
How can I show I love you, when my hands are tied behind my back ?
How can I make you see when I've beend blindfolded from behind?
How can I come to tell you I love you, with my feet in a likewise bind?
I can't do anything when you look the other way
but maybe you'll see me some day...

A Very Sorry Cheshire Cat
- Tuesday, February 01, 2000 at 19:03:43 (PST)

How can I say I love you, with my hands behind my back?
How can I show I love you, when my hands are tied without any slack?
How can I make you see when I've beend blindfolded from behind?
How can I come to tell you I love you, with my feet in a likewise bind?
I can't do anything when you look the other way
but maybe you'll see me some day...

Cheshire Cat
- Tuesday, February 01, 2000 at 19:01:06 (PST)

I'm sorry Jayme

It probly wont help but I like to try

PLEASE FORGIVE ME

"I'll give you some ser-ap"

promise real BIG

I miss my you!!!!
Little J
- Tuesday, February 01, 2000 at 16:05:33 (PST)

Jim Henson would have been a great dad.
Jim Henson would have been my great dad.
It makes me sad.
Jane
- Tuesday, February 01, 2000 at 11:01:08 (PST)

milk it
milk it
- Tuesday, February 01, 2000 at 05:21:38 (PST)

for if I had socks unscented I would be cleansed
and closer to any reliegion you decide upon
I shall worship the soaps and bathe in the unsoiled
waters that run down from the heavens filled with
any thing the money dumps into the seas and airs
I breathe
I would wear my profile and know it is not the heavens
I have to thank
but you and as a bonus inspiration
I shall reconize it is a dish of macaronni you have
as an offering to me
the godless on after a long day in a tom petty song
we shall rejoice
for you will be god and I will be the y2k beliver
and we shall take our generatoers to the highest point in the jurisdiction
and play amplified sounds for the gods
or the poilce if they are the only ones to show up this
time..........again

Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 01, 2000 at 05:20:38 (PST)

and I wish it was the day jesus christ was
born unto this world
this holy day marked the 25th day
like 25 or 6 to 4
for on gods birthday
they would give unto me
skidmarkless shorts
and socks unscented
to mark this joyous moment
season moment season moment
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 01, 2000 at 05:09:21 (PST)

Desert men once called me god
but now men call me mad
for I growl when I am happy
and wag my tail when I am mad.

answer: Cat

author: Unknown

Cheshire Cat
- Monday, January 31, 2000 at 23:10:18 (PST)

And if I fall the playing hand stops me
and theres two reasons for every lie
if there is defination
lust is tuesday
the ground you spit on
is washed with rains filled with molacules
containing
chemcals
in a nice place there is medicated people who droll
oh yeah
Anonymous
- Monday, January 31, 2000 at 22:35:32 (PST)

IF THERE IS LOVE LIKE A THORN TO
STAB ME IN THE HEART IT IS NOTHING
THERE IS NO FEELING TO CAUSE PAIN
THERE IS NO PAIN TO KILL MEMORIES
THERE IS NO LIFE WITH OUT LOVE
WITHOUT A HOPE ONLY SHE COULD LOOK MY WAY
IT IS LOVE THAT SMILE
IT IS HEAT THAT STEALS MY HEART
IT IS I THAT IS TO BE THE LOVER OF ART
FOR SHE IS NOT ONLY ART
IN MOVEMENT IN LOOKS
AND A CLOSENESS THAT IS ONLY IN MY HEART
SEXY AS A WORD IS HER NAME
A PRAYER TO THE HEAVENS
AND LIE TO THE SECOND HAND
TO HOLD HER IN TIME
FOREVER
THE SKIES TO THREATEN
WHAT MYTH COULD DENY
IT IS THE ANSWER
POETRY
- Monday, January 31, 2000 at 22:27:04 (PST)

and I wish it was christmas
for I would have clean underware
if only because it was new
Anonymous
- Monday, January 31, 2000 at 22:18:19 (PST)

reverb and overtones are gods
Eve
- Monday, January 31, 2000 at 22:07:13 (PST)

If you think sex with a mexican was good try sex with a Scandanavian :)
Cheshire Cat
- Monday, January 31, 2000 at 21:36:53 (PST)

{{{{"angel kisses angel hair"}}}}}

SO what if they are painting the roses red::::
something from the heart bleed red::::
angel kisses angel hair:::::::
I love you, do you not care::::
does it matter if its in dee minor any more:::
I think of you::::
angel kisses angel hair:::::::
whats a runway::::
your right there::::
why do I always come back to you:::::
and write of you alone:::::
angel kisses angel hair::::
angel I ask,it is not fair:::
angel kisses angel hair:::::::
angel kisses your right there::::
still outta reach:::
Anonymous
- Monday, January 31, 2000 at 21:27:54 (PST)

HERE IT IS RIGHT HERE

TO YOU
YOU
YOU
Anonymous
- Monday, January 31, 2000 at 21:05:20 (PST)

I don't care if you don't love me
I don't care
but you never even know me
and it's to late it's not
I don't care about tomorrow
if there is a day to trade or waste
I do think about you
and thats all.

Anonymous
- Monday, January 31, 2000 at 21:04:24 (PST)

my heart was scattered
to a hundred million peices
all glittering like glass
against the skin of your demise
and as fast as I ran
against the tide
outside
to breathe
as if I could inhale the light
so fast and deep
and the moon was covered
with smoke
from your fire
when you
BURNT ME DOWN
and I could never explain
what I regained
from your mercy
your meekness
like a doll
puppet
on a string for instant
snapback satisfaction
and I'll slay
this dragon again
and again
till you all grow tired of me
till I can no longer
breathe the light

{hey shelley?
if your going to be bile
wold you be black velvet bile?
It sounds so severly intruiging
or if you are going to burn, why not be fire?}
Jayme
- Monday, January 31, 2000 at 17:02:56 (PST)

"sex with a mexician" is the best poem
I've seen on this page in a long time
I really like it
its form
and what it says to me
its a runner up to the soup train though
I sure liked that one
last season too
Anonymous
- Monday, January 31, 2000 at 06:31:59 (PST)

confidence
faith
dependence
no reliances
i don't don't don't
trust
this feeling
I can't and shouldn't
expect you to
RECIPROCATE
It will break me if I wait
Looking foward to being dissapointed
I'll be damned right down to your crumbling pedestal
Built a bridge that's so so distant
I can't
and shouldn't
I am so fond
(a glass of water and your rejection dose)
boy, your'e so pretty through rose-colored glasses
rose-colored glasses

they don't
justjustjustjustjustjustjustjustjustjustjustjustjust
justjustjustjustjustjustjustjustjustjustjust
don't
hey

don't look so hopeful
"That burning feling when you are leaving..."

Eve
- Monday, January 31, 2000 at 00:50:48 (PST)

Speedy Need

Kind words from broken lips
painful but caring.
Sublime thought called forth from shattered mind
greedy but I'm still sharing.
Hasty time from the leaking hour glass
speeding but so slow.
Eternal life in an endless word
but how fast those words go.

Cheshire Cat
- Sunday, January 30, 2000 at 17:07:19 (PST)

I want to be that rabbit, you know the one... He has a tuft or red hair on his head and the gorgeous wife... Yeah I want to be him. In a way I am that rabbit, with the tuft of red hair, and in a way I am married to a gorgeous lady. Wed by friendship.

Jane you may not be anybody's Gina, but you will always be my Jessica Rabbit :D

Cheshire Cat
- Sunday, January 30, 2000 at 16:57:51 (PST)

sex with a mexician

Anonymous
- Sunday, January 30, 2000 at 10:08:17 (PST)

I wish I were Gina
I just want to be Gina
Somebody's beautiful blooming Gina
Someone to invest time in hungry words
Those words, wrapped in the finest juices of the mouth
ALL FOR HEAVENLY GINA
Gina
I want to be somebody's Gina

But instead, I irritate the linings of the stomach
Perhaps I am the bile

Jane
- Sunday, January 30, 2000 at 05:40:56 (PST)

For the one who ADORES GINA
She must be great.

Jane
- Sunday, January 30, 2000 at 05:26:50 (PST)

YOU ARE SADDLY MISSED EVERYDAY EVEN THOUGH YOU DID NOT LEAVE AN ANSWER OF WHY YOU DID IT WE FORGIVE YOU. I HOPE TO SEE YOU IN HEAVEN OR IN HELL BUT WHEREVER YOU GO I HOPE TO SEE YOU WHEN I GET THERE.

IN MEMORY OF
JOSH KINNEY
1982-1999
fantasie
- Saturday, January 29, 2000 at 22:28:04 (PST)

Sympathy sorrow pain
emptiness thoughtfulness pain
hurt anger pain
Why must everyday be the same
I often think if you were here today
would it all be ok
when you left I wondered why
but death was the answer and the reason you never left
it seems like for some reason my whole life was spun around that day
my every thought still is this
why did you do it why did you have to die
was life so bad that you couldnt leave an answer of why
why you felt you had to die.
I miss you at every moment
there is not a day that goes by when I dont think of you
we had our fights we had our times
but for me you were diferent
I never knew what to expect I never knew what to think
now I sit here trying to pass the time
when all of a sudden you reenter my mind
thoughts of laughter thoughts that make me cry
all I need from you is an answer why
I will never have that and you will never know
since you took your life you also took my own
am i going to see you in heaven or are you in hell
will you answer this one question
or is the answer just not there to tell
even in death you are still my friend
but I still dont know why you had to end.

In memory of
Josh Kinney
1982-1999
fantasie
- Saturday, January 29, 2000 at 22:24:50 (PST)

Sympathy sorrow pain
emptiness thoughtfulness pain
hurt anger pain
Why must everyday be the same
I often think if you were here today
would it all be ok
when you left I wondered why
but death was the answer and the reason you never left
it seems like for some reason my whole life was spun around that day
my every thought still is this
why did you do it why did you have to die
was life so bad that you couldnt leave an answer of why
why you felt you had to die.
I miss you at every moment
there is not a day that goes by when I dont think of you
we had our fights we had our times
but for me you were diferent
I never knew what to expect I never knew what to think
now I sit here trying to pass the time
when all of a sudden you reenter my mind
thoughts of laughter thoughts that make me cry
all I need from you is an answer why
I will never have that and you will never know
since you took your life you also took my own
am i going to see you in heaven or are you in hell
will you answer this one question
or is the answer just not there to tell
even in death you are still my friend
in your son I will always see you
and I hope he doesnt end like you.

In memory of
Josh Kinney
1982-1999
fantasie
- Saturday, January 29, 2000 at 22:23:25 (PST)

Sympathy sorrow pain
emptiness thoughtfulness pain
hurt anger pain
Why must everyday be the same
I often think if you were here today
would it all be ok
when you left I wondered why
but death was the answer and the reason you never left
it seems like for some reason my whole life was spun around that day
my every thought still is this
why did you do it why did you have to die
was life so bad that you couldnt leave an answer of why
why you felt you had to die.
I miss you at every moment
there is not a day that goes by when I dont think of you
we had our fights we had our times
but for me you were diferent
I never knew what to expect I never knew what to think
now I sit here trying to pass the time
when all of a sudden you reenter my mind
thoughts of laughter thoughts that make me cry
all I need from you is an answer why
I will never have that and I you never know
since you took your life you also took my own
am i going to see you in heaven or are you in hell
will you answer this one question
or is the answer just not there to tell
even in death you are still my friend
in your son I will always see you
and I hope he doesnt end like you.

In memory of
Josh Kinney
1982-1999
fantasie
- Saturday, January 29, 2000 at 22:22:45 (PST)

Sympathy sorrow pain
emptiness thoughtfulness pain
hurt anger pain
Why must everyday be the same
I often think if you were here today
would it all be ok
when you left I wondered why
but death was the answer and the reason you never left
it seems like for some reason my whole life was spun around that day
my every thought still is this
why did you do it why did you have to die
was life so bad that you couldnt leave an answer of why
why you felt you had to die.
I miss you at every moment
there is not a day that goes by when I dont think of you
we had our fights we had our times
but for me you were diferent
I never knew what to expect I never knew what to think
now I sit here trying to pass the time
when all of a sudden you reenter my mind
thoughts of laughter thoughts that make me cry
all I need from you is an answer why
I will never have that and I will never know
since you took your life you also took my own
am i going to see you in heaven or are you in hell
will you answer this one question
or is the answer just not there to tell
even in death you are still my friend
in your son I will always see you
and I hope he doesnt end like you.

In memory of
Josh Kinney
1982-1999
fantasie
- Saturday, January 29, 2000 at 22:21:14 (PST)

moment

A tribesman
with a twelve-foot
. . . . . spear

Animal skins

barefoot paths

parched lips

dust eyes closed

....African Windsong
Stidham
- Saturday, January 29, 2000 at 14:42:18 (PST)

The storms coming people
Anonymous
- Saturday, January 29, 2000 at 09:13:32 (PST)

take two
When a thousand notes of chorus cry to the sky
inside the beautiful eyes of another tomorrow
how could my love die
forever must live
love is try
there is only one reason
taken from heart broken lies
with the poetry of apathy
the death of my heart
could feel no love
no feeling,only broken
used up nothings
how could we feel anything else tomorrow
I could love forever
love only
with it,we live
without the love we die
if She is the reason God made the heavens
the moon the skies
I could only dream to her
in color memorie
as the film would stab my eyes with the passion
I would kiss her smile
my heart could only beat a rythym
relaying a message of love
or dying without no one
for only she has the love I need
and to see her would leave me blindly to believe
in the art of beauty
no other dream could warm my soul
noone else has the key
theres no other I want to know
and would rather go blind than look away
and never feel another glance of love
If THERE IS NO LOVE IN A HEART
ONLY BROKEN AND TORN
WHILE THE HEART LEFT EMPTY
will fire not burn
THE BREATH OF A GODDESS
to soothe my ears
calling my name
looks STOLEN FROM DREAMS
THE LIFE THE MOVEMENT DRAWING NEW BOUNDIES OF ART
WE HAVE PHOTOGRAPHS TO REMIND US OF WHO WE WERE
together the clouds could cry enough to forget
she could make the strings of a thousand guitars
cry in pain multiplied by joy
an act of love art of form
the art of bieng
as no heart has a minute hand
while no heart has an hour hand
the aces king and queen
stare into a clock without a heart
one night would tear the heart out anything
just as dreams and beliefs are wants not reliegions
ideals of love full of lust
one move by the queen
and chechmate is unavoidable
every song to her is unable to register a thought
that does not include her
kindness would produce the thoughts
with one move
she could create a dream in the highest degree of love
there is no tomorrow
today
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
to RUN from
THE GLANCE OF YESTERDAY
with me
yesterday ONLY ENDS WITH THE DEATH OF TOMORROW
NO MEMORY
OR THE DARKEST OF NIGHT COULD STOP
THE COLORS DRIVEN INTO THE STEEL METAL TEARS
FROM A HEART YESTERDAY
MEANT THAT ALL
thoughts like MEMORYs COULD RETURN TO A DREAM
ONLY TO STEAL IT
TOMORROW AGAIN TOMORROW
WHILE MY HEARTBEATS ONLY FOR ONE
A LOVE UNDYING
TO DANCE INSIDE MY MIND
THE MOVEMENTS OF ART
COULD WE SEE A song
A GLANCE a sound
ANOTHER WAY
IF THE LOVE COULD RETURN TOMORROW
WOULD LOVE elapse into the morning
still burning the past
out of our memories
lasting forever in the dying sun
FOR ALL FILM SHOULD HOLD BEAUTY
OR BE KNOWN AS WASTE
IT IS SENSELESS
THAT WITHOUT PHOTOGRAPHY
THE MOVING ART
IN MY HEART HELD FOR LOVE
ONLY tomorrow marked with hands of time
her FORM OF ANGELIC GODDESS
EACH MOVEMENT PERFECTION
IS IT TRUE THAT A HEART WILL DIE
ANOTHER REASON WOULD NOT BE THE SAME
with the SUN IN THE SKY WITH EACH FLASH OF EXISTANCE
WHY today
THE ONLY PICTURE OF LOVE IN MY EYE
MORE THAN MERE MONEY
WITHOUT LOVE
like water evaporing in the heat
A SPELL I WILL NOT BREAK
NEVER WOULD I EXCHANGE
THE DREAM
NO OTHER PERSON
THERE IS NOONE ELSE WHO COULD HAVE THE BEAUTY
THERE WOULD NOT BE ANY ART IN THE EYES OF THE LOVE
IF I COULD NOT SEE today
A lie to my heart
not to itself
and if truths divide us
lies will only drain us
of any real feeling
without exchanging smiles
TO LAST FOREVER IN A SEASON
LUST HAZED INTO BLUE SKIES
no goodbye could piece back together
a memory a broken reflection
of stopped time
when she looked into my eyes
could my life now have reason without the warmth
ripping the heavens open like an empty heart
and release an angel
love of lies leave me in hell
as theflower contains the seed
only tears of love
ripped from the heart
could water the roses given
the hottest summer night
in sping valentines day thoughts
with eyes of love
at a glance
the answer would lie to soothe
and see right thru every line
holding onto the meaningless whisper
of the clock
stealing time and memory
eraseing the past loves replaced with the truth
Tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
TO LOVE THE REASON THAT I LIVE
WITHOUT TOMORROW without me
THERE SHOULD BE ART
THE FEELINGS OF happiness
OF GIFT OF THE LIFE
fORever I WOULD die WITHOUT THE HOPE
of holding onto TOMORROW
like love we pass through orange skies
and seasons of love
tomorrow is for you alone
If Death Wants Me
it must be
only first
give me One Tomorrow
With The Love heaven Sent
Only The Love That I see
feel Only The Emotion
my heart Knows yesterday
HER MOVEMENT FILLS THE HOLLOW EMPTYNESS OF A
LOST SPIRIT
TEARING THE HEART OUT A THOUSAND TIMES OVER
GODDESS OF SOUND
LOOKS THE RIGHT LOOK
KISSES WHISPERED BY SECRECY OF HEART
TO STEAL THE STABBING CORE
is it pain the defines us
our happiness
THAT DEATH OF LOVE WOULD NOT DIVIDE
OR REMOVE THE MEMORY
I WORSHORP THE MOVEMENT
THE LIFE OF THE LOVE
ECHOES INSTANTLY RECALLING
A HEART THAT HAS NOWHERE TO HIDE
I LIVE TO DIE IN HEAVEN DIVIDED
WITH SKIES OF BLUE AND HEARTS BLEEDING
I LIVE TO DIE ALONE IN DEATH
IF THE HEAVENS WONT OPEN UP
WHEN SHE TURNS AND SPINS I RUN WITH HER AGAIN
IN LOVE I WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO DENY
WHOS LOVE COULD STEAL MY SOUL
MY HEART RECONIZES THE ONLY ANGEL
TO CAST HELLS SPELL OUT MY LIFE
TO MAKE LOVE
LOVE ONLY tomorrow
AND HER ALONE
AS TOMORROW I REACH IN LOVE
IS IT NOT tomorrow WHO I LOVE AND DREAM TO
A SPIRIT THAT ONLY MY HEART RECONIZES
ONLY THE FLIGHT OF ANGEL
IF THERE IS GOODBYE
GOODBYE WOULD LEAVE ME WITH THE LOVE
LOVE MEANING ONLY tomorrow OR HEARTS FILLED WITH PAIN
I WILL NOT DIE UNTIL TEN TOMORROWS PASS
TOMORROWS GIVEN TO HER
IN DREAMS I VISUALIZE A REFLEXION OF ART
OF GODDESS AND LOVE
OF THE LIFE
WOULD empty dreams EVER BE MINE
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
if I was a theft
I would take the time
I would steal your heart for me,only me
greed for the love
If it there is a reason,it is you
with my heart to remember only you
feeling apathy for another love
only memory
of my heart
could this love of mine reach any other?
the way it dances
movements
the thoughts
with each turn
she lets me win until the end,
and breaks my heart
there is noone the same
noone for me
Only yesterday
there is only one song of heaven
from tears to rain
the tears
feel like the breath of an angel,
let my heart see the beauty
steal the pain
in song I beg to hear the voice call my name
a flower, an angel,
a heart broken
would you ever consider real love
Yesterday etched in blood
there is no art as that of love
there is no love which has not a glance
a glance of a feeling
released into tomorrow
I would never trade a smile
that holds the answer
her spirit is as free as life
I would die in thousand wars
swim in a sea of hell
if only tomorrow would wait for me
I live to love the only love for me
believe me
left with the very love that poisioned me
was it a dream ?
all I look for
the music it is a song
it is only love
love,
of memory break my mind without it
my heart
for its only love
as it is pain
in the sky a cloud
in the sand a footprint washed away
without it the splinter of glass stabbing me
as you sing to me with a glance of love
you leave
never without a loss bleeding into open seas of clouds
dying empty in your arms

to gina
- Friday, January 28, 2000 at 20:47:19 (PST)

i woke up today.
to find myself in the other place.
with a trail of my footprints.
from where i ran away.
seems everything ive heard just might be true.
you know me,well you think you do.
sometimes i have everything.
yet i wish i felt something.
_______________________________________________________

grinning smiled up face.
hard to face yet another day.
deep inside my shell again.
its where i like to stay.
seems ive been pushed around a time again.
but this time i wont let you win.
sometimes i wish i had a razorblade slicing up my skin.
Trent Reznor/Reverse_Smurf
- Friday, January 28, 2000 at 18:08:51 (PST)

i think a thought and a thought i think i lost a thing of things of irreplacable things a child in mind a man in heart . he cant even smell it when i fart.
Revese_Smurf
- Friday, January 28, 2000 at 18:04:09 (PST)

insane.
running rampant inside of my pain.
ive played along only to lose the game.
how many times have you wanted to kill.
shoot a man , break a heart just to get a sick thrill.
cant see any truth past a shower of lies.
cant see any truth past a shower of lies .
you cant see any truth past a shower of lies.
i am alone again.
im a mimic.
a clone .
and that leaves you nothing.
how many times have you wanted to die?
paint your days with razorblades.
shoot icewater in your veins.
its out of my head.
i wanna die , i wish i were dead.
Reverse_Smurf
- Friday, January 28, 2000 at 17:59:32 (PST)

My days are riddled with the taste of re-lite
re-washed and burned over and over again
same fuel
different fire
with your hammer and pinpoint nail
you hung the moon

sideways
like everything else you do
at that peculiar tilt
to make me loop back upon
myself and you
so that I remain
stained and
the same
again and
again
just like the taste of your skin
warm against my tongue
just the same

give me that hammer

Jayme
- Friday, January 28, 2000 at 06:10:32 (PST)

If I could be anything, I would be my blind friend
who has it all right beneath his nose but cannot see it.
Who has it at his fingertips but doesn't know it.
If I could be anything I wouldn't be alone.

C. Cat
- Thursday, January 27, 2000 at 18:17:47 (PST)

I believe someone has their works mixed up. I, and I think all the ladies and gentlemen of PB will agree with me, that this...is lame:

Ha Ha Ha!
He He He He He Ha He Ha He Ha He HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa....

He He He He HAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

He He He He He He He
You people are fucking lame , lame , lame
hahahahhahahahhahhahahahaha
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEEHEEEEEE
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Boring fuckers!! BORING BORING BORING!!!

hahahahahahahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA

I swear to God, yOU all are pitiful
HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHEHAHEHAHEHAHEHAHAHHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHHHHHHHHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

and the all time loser goes to :
gOose YoNkErs!!!!!!!
That's right not only do you get told to shut your fucking trap but you also get the alltime I'm a horses ass trophy!!!

Thank you for playing please come again. :)
Cheshire Cat
- Thursday, January 27, 2000 at 18:13:23 (PST)

placed below heidi
its like a slow death due to an abrasion on the left ankle
I just refuse to except it
I REFUSE TO BE PUT BELOW ANYONE ELSE
GODDAMMIT I AM MORE IMPORTANT THAN HER!!!!!!
Jayme
- Thursday, January 27, 2000 at 17:46:31 (PST)

Ha Ha Ha!
He He He He He Ha He Ha He Ha He HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa....

He He He He HAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

He He He He He He He
You people are fucking lame , lame , lame
hahahahhahahahhahhahahahaha
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEEHEEEEEE
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Boring fuckers!! BORING BORING BORING!!!

hahahahahahahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA

I swear to God, yOU all are pitiful
HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHEHAHEHAHEHAHEHAHAHHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHHHHHHHHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

gOose YoNkErs!!!!!!!
- Thursday, January 27, 2000 at 11:32:43 (PST)

I am
this is
It could
just might be
underwater fire

the air beneath ground is a little thinner, you know...

(oh, and by the way
Josh Clayton Felt, I love you...your spirit won't ever die)
Eve
- Thursday, January 27, 2000 at 01:01:52 (PST)

as she walked on down the hall
her eyes was all I SAW
hey I like that
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 26, 2000 at 22:00:36 (PST)

hey baby where you stay
theres a train comin
you better get outta the way
you are
- Wednesday, January 26, 2000 at 21:58:23 (PST)

The once dead ember bust into flames
like a sleeper, sitting up and screaming at the nightmare.
It was always serious, no fun, no games
always greedy never wanting to share.
But it burst from it's sleep, screaming mad
only to start the fire that makes day out of night
and I knew it was false, it makes me so sad
to know that this ember was riddled with the taste of relight.
Cheshire Cat
- Wednesday, January 26, 2000 at 21:01:44 (PST)

if you come back
were all dead
and
the car is on fire
you know something
went wrong
~ my benny boy

Ha HA ha
I stole your cheek warmth

the morse code to the brain
"the warmth barrier is down
retreat retreat
the cold is on the move
retreat retreat"

this is riddled with the taste of relite
Jayme/Ceshire Cat
- Wednesday, January 26, 2000 at 20:35:00 (PST)

I AM SUPERWOMAN, I AM GOD.
I AM BLUE, I AM PINK.
COULD I BE YOUR GIRL?
wiccianshadowcat
- Wednesday, January 26, 2000 at 10:29:50 (PST)

sometimes people dont realize how hard we are trying to be your friend
I tried all day yesterday only to get a ringing telephone

lil' j sounded so suprised when I agreed with her
she told me I was in love
and for the first time in my life
it was something about my emotions that i didn't deny
I love you Pat
Jayme
- Wednesday, January 26, 2000 at 04:18:42 (PST)

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Tomorrow,Tomorrow"
by
Travis Ray Cole

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When thousand notes of chorus cry to the sky
inside the beautiful eyes of another tomorrow
how could my love die
I must live
there is only one reason
heart broken lies
poetry of apathy
the death of my heart
could feel no love
no feeling,only broken
how could we feel anything else tomorrow
I could love forever
love only
with we live
without the love we die
if She is the reason God made the heavens
I could only dream to her of her with me
as the film would stab my eyes with the passion I would kiss her smile
my heart could beat a rythym relaying a message of love
for only she has the love I need
and to see her would leave me blind
to the art of beauty
no other model could warm my soul
noone else has the key
theres no other I want to know
and would rather go blind
than feel another glance of love
If THERE IS NO LOVE IN A HEART
ONLY BROKEN AND TORN
WHILE THE HEART LEFT EMPTY
THE BREATH OF A GODDESS
STOLEN FROM EMPTY DREAMS
THE LIFE THE MOVEMENT DRAWING NEW BOUNDIES OF ART
WE HAVE PHOTOGRAPHS TO REMIND US OF WHO WE WERE
together the clouds could cry enough to forget
she could make the strings of a thousand guitars
cry in pain multiplied by joy
an act of love art of form
the art of bieng
as no heart has a minute hand
while no heart has an hour hand
the aces king and queen
stare into a clock without a heart
one night would tear the heart out anything
just as dreams and beliefs are wants not reliegions
ideals of love full of lust
one move by the queen
and chechmate is unavoidable
unable to register a thought
that does not include her
kindness would steal the thoughts
with one move
she could steal a dream in the highest degree of love
there is no tomorrow
today
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
to RUN from
THE GLANCE OF YESTERDAY
ONLY ENDS WITH THE DEATH OF TOMORROW
NO MEMORY
OR THE DARKEST OF NIGHT COULD STOP
THE COLORS DRIVEN INTO THE STEEL METAL TEARS
FROM A HEART YESTERDAY MEANT THAT ALL
MEMORY COULD RETURN TO A DREAM
ONLY TO STEAL IT
TOMORROW TO STEAL IT AGAIN TOMORROW
WHILE MY HEARTBEATS ONLY FOR ONE
A LOVE UNDYING
TO DANCE INSIDE MY MIND
THE MOVEMENTS OF ART
COULD WE SEE A THROWN A GLANCE
ANOTHER WAY IF THE LOVE COULD RETURN TOMORROW
WOULD LOVE elapse into the morning
still burning the past out of our memories
lasting forever in the dying sun
FOR ALL FILM SHOULD HOLD BEAUTY
OR BE KNOWN AS WASTE
IT IS SENSELESS
THAT WITHOUT PHOTOGRAPHY
THE MOVING ART
IN MY HEART HELD FOR LOVE
ONLY tomorrow marked with hands of time
FORM OF ANGELIC GODDESS
EACH MOVEMENT PERFECTION
IS IT TRUE THAT A HEART WILL DIE
ANOTHER REASON WOULD NOT BE THE SAME
SUN IN THE SKY WITH EACH FLASH OF EXISTANCE
WHY today
GINA THE ONLY PICTURE OF LOVE IN MY EYE
MORE THAN MERE MONEY
WITHOUT LOVE
like water evaporing in the heat
A SPELL I WILL NOT BREAK
NEVER WOULD I EXCHANGE
THE DREAM
NO OTHER PERSON
THERE IS NOONE ELSE WHO COULD HAVE THE BEAUTY
THERE WOULD NOT BE ANY ART IN THE EYES OF THE LOVE
IF I COULD NOT SEE today
A lie to my heart
not to itself and truths divide us
without CHANGEING FEELING
TO LAST FOREVER IN A SEASON
LUST HAZED INTO BLUE SKIES
no goodbye could piece back together
a memory a broken reflection
of stopped time
when she looked into my eyes
could my life now have reason without the warmth
will the heavens open and release an angel
love of lies leave me in hell
painlessly bieng in love if there could be love
continue life
contain the seed
only tears of love
ripped from the heart
could water the roses given
the hottest summer night
in sping valentines day thoughts
with eyes of love
at a glance
the answer
steal time and memory
erase the past loves replaced with the truth
Tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
TO LOVE THE REASON THAT I LIVE
WITHOUT TOMORROW without me
THERE SHOULD BE ART
THE FEELINGS OF happiness
OF GIFT OF THE LIFE
fORever I WOULD die WITHOUT THE HOPE
of holding onto TOMORROW
like love we pass through orange skies
and seasons of love
tomorrow is for you alone
If Death Wants Me
it must be
give me only One Tomorrow With The Love
heaven Sent
Only The Love That I see
feel Only The Emotion
my heart Knows yesterday
HER MOVEMENT FILLS THE HOLLOW EMPTYNESS OF A
LOST SPIRIT
TEARING THE HEART OUT A THOUSAND TIMES OVER
GODDESS OF SOUND
LOOKS THE RIGHT LOOK
KISSES WHISPERED BY SECRECY OF HEART
TO STEAL THE STABBING CORE
THAT DEATH OF LOVE WOULD NOT DIVIDE
OR REMOVE THE MEMORY
I WORSHORP THE MOVEMENT
THE LIFE OF THE LOVE
ECHOES INSTANTLY RECALLING
A HEART THAT HAS NOWHERE TO HIDE
I LIVE TO DIE IN HEAVEN DIVIDED
WITH SKIES OF BLUE AND HEARTS BLEEDING
I LIVE TO DIE ALONE IN DEATH
IF THE HEAVENS WONT OPEN UP
WHEN SHE TURNS AND SPINS I RUN WITH HER AGAIN
IN LOVE I WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO DENY GINA
WHOS LOVE COULD STEAL MY SOUL
MY HEART RECONIZES THE ONLY ANGEL
TO CAST HELLS SPELL OUT MY LIFE
TO MAKE LOVE
LOVE ONLY tomorrow
AND HER ALONE
AS TOMORROW I REACH IN LOVE
IS IT NOT tomorrow WHO I LOVE AND DREAM TO
A SPIRIT THAT ONLY MY HEART RECONIZES
ONLY THE FLIGHT OF ANGEL
IF THERE IS GOODBYE
GOODBYE WOULD LEAVE ME WITH THE LOVE
LOVE MEANING ONLY tomorrow OR HEARTS FILLED WITH PAIN
I WILL NOT DIE UNTIL TEN TOMORROWS PASS
TOMORROWS GIVEN TO HER
IN DREAMS I VISUALIZE A REFLEXION OF ART
OF GODDESS AND LOVE
OF THE LIFE
WOULD empty dreams EVER BE MINE
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
if I was a theft
I would take the time
I would steal your heart for me,only me
greed for the love
If it there is a reason,it is you
with my heart to remember only you
feeling apathy for another love
only memory
of my heart
could this love of mine reach any other?
the way it dances
movements
the thoughts
with each turn
she lets me win until the end,
and breaks my heart
there is noone the same
noone for me
Only yesterday
there is only one song of heaven
from tears to rain
the tears
feel like the breath of an angel,
let my heart see the beauty
steal the pain
in song I beg to hear the voice call my name
a flower, an angel,
a heart broken
would you ever consider real love
Yesterday etched in blood
there is no art as that of love
there is no love which has not a glance
a glance of a feeling
released into tomorrow
I would never trade a smile
that holds the answer
her spirit is as free as life
I would die in thousand wars
swim in a sea of hell
if only tomorrow would wait for me
I live to love the only love for me
believe me
left with the very love that poisioned me
was it a dream ?
all I look for
the music it is a song
it is only love
love,
of memory break my mind without it
my heart
for its only love
as it is pain
in the sky a cloud
in the sand a footprint washed away
without it the splinter of glass stabbing me
as you sing to me with a glance of love
you leave
never without a loss bleeding into open seas of clouds
dying empty in your arms
TO GINA
- Tuesday, January 25, 2000 at 22:33:10 (PST)

I need a friend who tells me they hate it when I'm sulking
I need a friend that knows and asks when and why I'm pouting
I need a friend to give me a hug everyonce in a while
I need a friend who dotes and smothers me

I need a girlfriend.*

Isn't it funny how everything sneaks up on you? I mean it's like WHAM!! There's everything!*

* excerpts from a day in the life with Pat
Cheshire Cat
- Tuesday, January 25, 2000 at 20:25:05 (PST)

Dreamsake

If I had a dream
I think I would name it after you,
my little sun beam,
my beautiful sky blue,
and it would deliver me from darkness into light
as it stands proud and vigilant watching over me.
Dueling with the dark night
fighting off the ebony day to let me be.
Yes, if I had a dream I think it would have your name
the name bearing thoughts of a sky of blue
for surely a dream would not be a dream if it wasn't of you.

Cheshire Cat
- Tuesday, January 25, 2000 at 20:19:10 (PST)

Feelings change day by day,
only words can start to say.
For me, I know that life is strange.
But I go on everyday.
To know that, I have friends,love, and family.
Makes my world go round,
sometimes spinning up-side down.
I deal with the roads that my life takes,
all the good, and all the mistakes.
For now I know that its only me,
that walks the roads that I see.
Sunflower
- Monday, January 24, 2000 at 17:43:24 (PST)

-The Never blind-always the blind-

~ The wall-shadows, greedely pushing peace,
-
grinds-night with their sharp ever-teeth,
-
whispers, stares manic and close-stalks,
-
smiles as they fade into the mirror-walks ~

-The Never free-always the free-

~ The coffee-drinkers, whispering in la-la land,
-
as mute-thinkers, busy breaking man,
-
as the linked joystick masters, in pre-set frame´s,
-
the sullen abstracters of quicksaved games ~

-The Never close-always the close-

A face laced with grace
-
As a perspective gaze of a passive maze
-
And the reflections of the exemption,
-
Both of the framing of frame´s
as of
the numeric names.

*

Z
- Monday, January 24, 2000 at 04:27:54 (PST)

Your'e not the yummy kind of dirt I was hoping you'd be
(...darn. another one bites insuficient dust.)
smoke it away
smoke it away
smoking away
evaporate

debris
a
dusting
a
linting
sprinkle
sprinkle
catnip
vacuum
pollen
atomizing every molecule of me

you are
so so so so so
S U G A R
such such the
powdering every fiber in me
Mortar me for
YOU are my CRUSH
crushing me
scatter
shake me
your'e only lightly peppered dirt
(damnit all)
Eve (oh, well, what does one do?)
- Monday, January 24, 2000 at 00:34:13 (PST)

{Experpts from the "Rat Acid" Bible}
by
Seizure Chords

the book of Tard
Satan was truly the victim this time
he was beat at the magic game by that do gooder
and in the meantime it was made out to look like he
was the bad guy in every episoide
his agent would not return his calls
he was drawn as the villian
he was switched on the cross and suffered
and unreasonable beating.
right from the middle of a heck of a good time he was
transported into some bad version of an old startrek
show and he knew who was behind all this.
he felt sorry for himself
he wanted a nice hat like the pope or the firemen had. they we're actully foes at this point
they got to walk in fire but had cold beer
and air conditioning waiting for them back at home.
Satan woke up with a hang-over
he had gotten blasted with the lord and thier buddys at the
the last party he realized for the first time
that he was still wearing the same yellow shirt since
thursday ,sure he burnt mr. nelsons stage
and could'nt find jesus' time machine
the flies we're eating
at the open sores in his hands and feet
everybody must get stoned reminded him
to curse dylan again he was having the third Identy
crisis this week.he was in fact starburst
he wanted to be golden, if he could find jethro
see,jethro had the missing page one
and his train schedue he had already missed the boat
his friend jesus had become more reclusive and
had found a hole to crawl in
but all that witchcraft he learnt from mama
payed off he was outta the hole and at the
card table holding a hand full of aces
he had five of them and stacks of chips
a drink in each hand and the remote control
was in his shirt pocket
his cell phone rang and he had people
not answer it for him
excerpts from the" Rat Acid Bible" written by Travis Ray Cole on Monday, July 26, 1999
Copyright : 1999
Seizure Chords can be e-mailed at ratacidtravis@writeme.com
ratacidtravis@writeme.com
- Sunday, January 23, 2000 at 20:01:22 (PST)

"Number Nine"
{excerpts from the "Rat Acid" Bible}
AS TOLD BY SEIZURE CHORDS
============================

On a recent contact visit THE LORD smashed grapefruit
in satans face then he lost all his goodtime
because he got caught with a home composting kit
hid in his cell,his plan was to turn it into a
tattoo machine. He had a plan,
if he could get himself put in the same cell
or even close to Mr.Charlie{Mansion} he could get the
goods on where this "bottomless pit" really was
well he was put in a holding cell with him one
bright day and found out that the beach boys guy
sold the bottomless pit to some poperotzi outfit
that sold bogus maps of the stars houses.
he had many unanswered questions
how did the beach boys guy come to own it
and Charlie got pissed.
and shrugged him off,saying he was the machine
Well maybe god was the machine or a part of it
but he wanted out
and he wanted out now.
so he was back in his cell and he decided to get
on the good side of mansion
he would sing the beautiful
people to him as he passed his cell
on the way to doc johnsons or was it doc matiens?
so the lord carved two crosses in his forehead
like Mr.Charlies and that did'nt work
well,they got to talking one day about
"one flew over the cuccoos nest" and the lord was in
so charlie hooked him up the
lord did some more witchcraft
and gave mansion free cable and he in turn
had the system let the god guy go
when he got out he kissed the ground
he went into town and saw rambo and he told him
bout the trouble he had with the laws
and the lord was down the road.
he ended up joining some freak cult and
meet a girl who had one more breast than the budda
the lord shaved his head
and started selling books at the airport
and underground magizines at the music stores
on consignment
{he heard Frank Zappa sold encyopdias}
and he was some sort of inspiration
when he ran into satan at the atm machine
he fucked him up
and is bieng sued for about a dozen different things
by the devil dude,anyway satan smoked marboro reds
and the lord smoked menthols
and mansion rolled his own
and they all got into nine inch nails
but only shimp liked pearl jam
shimp was satans replacement
as an angel
but wouldnt turn in his wings
said they was rusted amongst other reasons
so shimp had no wings and the act was busted up
shimp didnt wanna sell no books at the airports
and wore blackface make up told people he was looking
for the underground railroad
and showed 'em the curly shuffle they told him where
the pit was.
the locusts at the opening of the pit
we're mean as hell and it stung bad
it didnt matter if shimp had the
face of a lion it still hurt.
Shimp was waiting for the other guys to get there
before he went in Iggy Pop was guarding the opening
{He's part Locust}
so shimp hit him on top the head with
maxwells silver hammer and it swung around and hit him
in the chin afterward,and fucked 'em up.
who cares he lived in adam ants closet
and did'nt even have a job or pay taxes
{maxwell is that spy that runs with the 99 chick}
this bieng the year 1999 A.D. they had the real maps
and was eager to help
pretty soon everybody showed up and was ready
to enter the pit mansion the beach boys guy
the devil dude the fbi the five-o the god guy all except for mick
he stopped to write a song about it
ie some shit about running red lights for god?
so maybe he got pulled over
WHATS IN THE PIT?
Written by Travis Ray Cole
ratacidtravis@writeme.com
Copyright : 1999
Seizure Chords can be e-mailed at ratacidtravis@writeme.com

ratacidtravis@writeme.com
- Sunday, January 23, 2000 at 19:57:18 (PST)

{excerpts from the "Rat Acid" bible}
Garden foreclosuer
by
Seizure Chords

She entered the court room wearing spurs
a century twenty-one gold colored blazer and
an "electic clinton/new york campign button"
that had two camaras and a shure microphone
in it.she was smiling like she was on crack
and smelled like boones farm apple valley wine
she was mad as hell at the lord and was suing
him for everything he had.
he dened for years that little jesus was his
and paid the mafia to rub him out
he even "paid extra to make it real messy"
she insisted.her dark hair shined beautifully by the
artificial light of the room
it was judgement day...............

Jesus woke up in the garden eating bugs
ladies and gentleman
it was a long strange trip
the pressures of bieng investigated for bieng an
active communist was just to much for him
what was the answer
he didnt want to go about taking downers
he was depressed enough already
in fact he was a blues god in mythogy circles
he did think of suicide but went off
on night after watching the buddy holly story
he stabbed his puppy dog for chewing up the new sandals
he walked to the 7-11 in jerusum to purchuse
god got busted for the dog opener episode
and satan wouldnt go his bail
the fag was still pissed about
god the father son and holy ghost
giving him aids
he really was going to hell in an easter basket
see,god done this little green monkey named
micheal jackson in the forrest behind the garden
and wouldnt pay for satans medical bills
in fact satan found space shuttle tickets
in gods purse {he was leaving the planet with cher}

because he listened to am radio in his car
the lord then became a big homo
and had a dangerous spat with his bitch satan
who was funking out of the police accadamy
and the lord paid a lot of money
for his bitch satan to get in there too.
whist the lord went to the
"C leveland I nstitute of A rt"
he studied hard and his little bitch satan
didnt study nearly at all.
and the lord thru satan out of thier loft
and climbed up on top of the television
{they had a 6 foot screen}
and prayed to the satilite
that he could watch ally mcbeal and dave letterman
that night then got so drunk
that he passed out before they came on
and he pissed his pants
thats right the lord was so drunk
that he pissed his pants
and he pissed all over ohio
which they thought was acid rain
well the lords piss was toxic
because he worked with asbestoes
but at least he had a job
you lazy sinners
so then he started listening to chuck berry
which made him cool again
and he rocked
so begat jesus rock
well he spent some time in mexico
looking for a nice '64 to restore
and they called him late for dinner
so he waited till late one night
and snuk into a garden right this side of
your alley and ate a watermelon

so Johnny Cash begat litigation processes claiming
he was in no way
THE TRAIN KILLER or any of the aforementioned
Train songs and claimed he was not
related to the alledged drug
"L.S.D."
Meanwhile the Lord wanting so badly to prove
he in fact was not wrong
he begat flushing tampons
down the toilet as often as he could
while running thru the garden one
morning to get in shape{he just quit smoking]
and was on health food diet
but gained a lot of weight anyway
because he loved speggitti
probably brain-washed by speggitti
wedensday comericals
running thru the garden
he spotted mary-mary
with freckles
and scared briar rabbit
who couldnt say whats up doc
if he was the easter bunny
which by the way
"Mary" looked hot wearing the bunnie ears
she won "Miss Garden"
years 1 B.C.,and the year 3 B.C.
so they had a thing for a while
but she was married
they began praticing witchcraft together
and she left him
calling him a loser
but he could'nt take the lies
{she was a habititual liar}

And the lord wore those big groucho shades
with the nose
as he snuk thru the garden
he moved slightly down the train tracks
not to frighten the real train killer
or disturb
him from his nap
but he did steal the real free train killers freshly caught fish
{it was a big pike}
the lord went around telling everyone he knew
that he caught the said fish
when he got to the tree
no one could hear him
but the lord was a man
so he was still wrong
he could'nt see the forest
and he listened way to much mansion
both charlie and sadie.
and whilst Elvis told big lies to nixon
he gave him a gun with high hopes
as satan told big red
I could have the '68 comeback
summary
satan was elvis elvis was satan
the lord was a man so he was still wrong

And the lord went hunting for skins to clothe them

And while the lord was out hunting deer
to make skins for clothes
he killed more beatles than the kennedys
and he was a hell of a landscaper
he watched growing tips shows on pbs
and frightened Adam who became parinoid
and he dropped the tomatoe soup
all over the bread which was thier dinner
but the children
we're so hungry
they fought over it and atr it anyway
thus the very first pizza
so they tried it with and with out ranch dressing
and later came avacodoes
cain wanted to become a beat write
to impress his fianccee "Mom"
so he begat writing bizarre parodies
displaying irrepressible thoughts
which coinsides with his dating
{pretty much he was obbessed with the god thing}
as an anti-war protest
the eyes were opened
and they ate the snakes food stuffs
you know the mice the rats
and they needed more clothing so she shopped
and she shopped at the mall forever
her pain was multiplied and she brang forth children
until somebody begat a female
so he ate the tomatoes
in the fields he sang slave songs
plotting against the union
avoiding the court appointted psychoanalytic treatment
the lord assignned to him
well satan didnt get his wings back
but at least he finished his probation
and paid his restition off
as he sung unsoliceted work songs in the fields
you could hear the likes of "pick a bale of cotton"
as heard from the classic "the Jerk"
in the afternoon sun
so they made aprons out of fig leaves
and baked the first bread
and he stole tomatoes off the market truck
and hid some hot peppers in his hat
for his lunch
wanna