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Vacation time

"Isn't that a stolen lunch pail in your hand? Isn't that a chicken in there with you? a chicken?
The knome king doesn't allow chickens anywhere in OZ!"

Jane
- Wednesday, May 12, 1999 at 06:48:01 (PDT)

So, You Have Chosen Death

So, you have chosen death.
What a unique choice and path.
I do not believe in these four-score
Anyone has made that choice before.
But, it is you choice to make,
And not at all my position to take
On the path you wish to travel.
Yet, I must say that I marvel
At your brevity to try
A path no one else has taken in years but I.
Few have gone, none have returned
Whole, but in pieces or burned
From the sights they saw on the way.
This may not be the case with you, but let me say
That the soul holds many secrets
And lies, hopes and desires you made bets
Never to see again. But the path of Death
Gives these spectres and skeletons a breath
Of life, to test your will to leave the past behind
And go forward to the next realm no longer blind
To your faults and quirks, you qualities and light.
Do not look away and give this sleight.
You have chosen your path . . . but what is this?
Your face tells me something is amiss.
Do you change your mine and path?
If you do, I feel no wrath.
Again now, make your choice,
And this time let your heart and mind make one voice.
Midnight Horizon
- Tuesday, May 11, 1999 at 23:01:40 (PDT)

synchronicity
Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 11, 1999 at 22:50:08 (PDT)

pretty

much i dont have time too waste on your problem
when the world i live in includes me

Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 11, 1999 at 21:32:35 (PDT)

Piety has the sweetest taste
on my sloven tongue
And I want the party boys
God knows they need me
God knows what most dont
You see while I ride in your
calamity carriage
choking on your
apathy
on your self worth
I've still time for everyone
except me
accept me and I will see
maybe then I will see
your chosen
compilation of
diversity
oh yes
Piety has a sweet taste
sweet as
you
Pretend
- Tuesday, May 11, 1999 at 19:28:45 (PDT)

maybe one cant be included
to take a whirl
because they want
individuality and complication
more than
group therapy
the virgin whore
- Tuesday, May 11, 1999 at 18:31:31 (PDT)

one can't hate the world and expect love in return
zeek
- Tuesday, May 11, 1999 at 15:33:58 (PDT)

life is long and words are scarce
you say my name but i don't hear
you yell it louder i turn around
you are gone

"where did you go" i yell to him
"i went with life, you took too long"
"but i want you back"
he wouldn't come
zeek
- Tuesday, May 11, 1999 at 15:30:11 (PDT)

I Yelled .. and the all heard
some might have listened.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 11, 1999 at 13:27:34 (PDT)

There's this carnival called "The Exclusion Excursion", but the rides make me queasy and uncomfortable.
Jane
- Monday, May 10, 1999 at 20:56:38 (PDT)

well damn it sometimes I want things for myself
I am tired of serving others
and I am tired of giving myself up
only to feel empty inside
I want to be selfish for once
I want to enjoy MY time
and I want jealousy to end
I want us to be a family
again
the virgin whore
- Monday, May 10, 1999 at 19:35:51 (PDT)

Please don't follow me, I need that space for individuality!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh yeah and my little friend said "stop making that big face!"
Jane
- Monday, May 10, 1999 at 14:47:50 (PDT)

Revenge is a very potent fruit
MY tongue likes to occasionally indulge

the bus doesn't wait on me anymore
Pope tells me everyone is a whore
Somewhere hiding behind the Zodiac christians
The humming cowboys and their rodeo missions
My glory aquarium cracked by verbosity
Bend over baby, let me dig for animosity
The Mitochondria Queen needs a car
The roads are numb and yes, incase you wondered,
My heart does have a scar
Revenge is a very potent fruit

Jane
- Monday, May 10, 1999 at 14:44:11 (PDT)

=======================================================
"Your fired and I quit"
by
Travis Ray Cole

Your fired and I quit
I don't care if you don't give a shit
cause I don't even wanna think about it
waste of mind waste of space waste away
the day takes your place
replaced
replaced
replaced
by nothing
nothing nowhere noone
nothing is better than you
its making sense and its true
im starting to see it
see right through
your bullshit
your through
your fired and I quit
you can go wherever
you can go away
you can bite me
what a thing to say
your fired and i quit

Copyright{c}1995
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at ratacidtravis@writeme.com
=======================================================

Anonymous
- Monday, May 10, 1999 at 06:22:40 (PDT)

you have not mastered
my mass proportion
of self control
turn yourself
around
because I am not
the shellfish
I will not easily
break
OR grow fake
at your insinuations
of beauty
I am sure somewhere
I will create my
OWN
realm of aleviation
and meanwhile in my realm
of magic time
you can be assured
your implications
have been
IGNORED

pretend
- Sunday, May 09, 1999 at 20:03:34 (PDT)

Make it hurt
Jane
- Sunday, May 09, 1999 at 18:28:44 (PDT)

Upon the dividers of self,
and the dualistic manners of the I...
............Upon which shelf,
do you really think, I hide?

Diztortet-Reality
Exhaled-Tenacity
-The theorem of hope-
-A cube of space, carved in oak-

T
O ~ A
R

The shade of the numbers,
screams, a dual circumference,
acts, and bleeds me a yes,
fragmenting peace and liquid rest.

The frail Dogmentation,
the perversion, of the aberration,
the lazy needs of nothing,
and the endless urge for something,
of the days, not remembered,
of the hours, skillfully dismembered,
so wasted, within all this waste,
to allow and abide haste.

ZAKAI
- Sunday, May 09, 1999 at 18:27:13 (PDT)

Reincarnation: I Am Still Yours

Need we rings to join
Souls? Words to be
Together when forever we
Have been?
Will Be?

I know, my knight, why
I loathe pink, why
Chivalry is not dead.
Long ago and far away
You held my hand and
Kissed me across a stretch of
Time and Space.
Royalty or Commoner,
I am still yours.
Midnight Horizon
- Sunday, May 09, 1999 at 15:42:44 (PDT)

Fuck you...Fuck your mom...Fuck you and your homoseksual family
Zakai
- Friday, May 07, 1999 at 14:40:37 (PDT)

Mesmerizing images of thoughts unreal, seep into my mind and grab the wheel
I feel it surging in my blood, it makes it thicken into lifeless mud,
I feel myself losing control, I feel i'm losing my only soul,
Never feeling any pain, I keep on doing it over again.
P-ROD
- Friday, May 07, 1999 at 10:54:47 (PDT)

About a Girl (alt. title Jessica)

Oysters must die you know
their pearlesque opulence drives shut against the sea and the sun and
Her eyes penetrate you know,
deep glistening glycerin stares & I think to myself
Surely this is insane you know,
the numbe expectation, the ambiance shifting
and swirling around what can be and
The meaning lingers you know,
physical touch heaving my existence into chaos
like the words and the eyes
and the quick flash of amber flesh
in the golden glowing walls and
I die a moment you know,
as my gaze shifts and the machinery grinds in my head and

Her motor's running, shifting gears,
revving her engine quite impressively and

I'm impressed you know,
the silver frost clinging to the glass
like my fingers on your flesh and
I shiver you know,
the curiosity and desire burning me
as I watch you from the corner of my eye and
I see the skies you know,
each crimson cloud graying behind the pregnant moon and
I want it all.

jeSIca lyNn
- Friday, May 07, 1999 at 05:51:31 (PDT)

I sat in front of the old man today
and he didnt even notice
my inquisitive stare
he had on the old house shoes
the ones you see for four dollars
and the way he smoked that cigarette
it took him forever
watching it i did as it wasted away
it took nearly eleven minutes
and no matter how much you see him with the damn thing...
he still smells like a pipe ... that old hickory smell
and the way that every old man does ...
he still reminded me of my grandfather
even though this man had life
not only in his eyes
but shining about him
the only thing pappy ever wished for
and he laughed in his jolly wrinkled way
as he shifted those old bones on the bench
i think I have never wanted to smile more in my life
as he commented on the weather
and pulled at lint on those old man brown trousers
and as I rose to walk away
more for my own sake I think
I just wished for a peice of him
that would be mine
I just wanted a little of that spirit
Pretynd
- Thursday, May 06, 1999 at 19:42:43 (PDT)

tiem is now
time is later
time is soon
time is never
time is present
time is past
time is forever
zeek
- Thursday, May 06, 1999 at 19:22:54 (PDT)

through the night if you walk with a vision you
can see the sun
through the winter if you dream with abandon you
can make it real
through bitter days of despair if you listen with your heart you
can hear a smile
and feel a song
you can beat the dark or light whichever you prefer
you can live your life in bliss
you can give or steal a kiss
you can make this moment matter
you can feel your soul grow fatter
you can dance your feet away
you can sit and sleep all day
you can paint a masterpiece
on your lover's skin
you can cover them in chocolate and start kissin
or anything else that i am missin
Just know that you can
know that you can
know that i belive
know that,
and then leave.
Anonymous10
- Thursday, May 06, 1999 at 15:24:41 (PDT)

Lose your way
there's no need for sorrow
you'll find your way
you'll find me
On the days
When your heart feels hollow
look, you'll see
you can fill it with me
if you loose your path there will be tomarrow
you'll find your path
you'll find me
i'll be here
waiting quietly
i'll be here
doubt not me
forever yours
forever faithfully
locked in time
you and me
Anonymous9
- Thursday, May 06, 1999 at 12:04:05 (PDT)

Gotta??Do i????Really??
Surreal??Caught in a deal???
Where??Here??There??
No.....Me???Really??
Work??A paid slave??
Me....Nooo??U think??
Afloat??Need to sink??
No....Why??A lie?
No a dream!!!
A dream, for the machine??
A need...The need to breathe!!
U...Think??Really??
But Why??You know??
You heard!!...Did you see??
-The idle whispers of thee-
-A liquid angel inflamed-
No...U think??You know?
Really!!Think so??
Did what??........No

ZAKAI
- Wednesday, May 05, 1999 at 19:18:28 (PDT)

Now you have escaped
not having to explain yourself
The disease rotted your body
so people lessend their judgement of you
but not me......no.......I have not even
began to rest.

It will be you brewing in me...
making scowles on my brow....
You are dead....but not forgotten
YOU...........phasad.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, May 05, 1999 at 18:43:32 (PDT)

The love that carries me,
the faith that delivers me,
the word that enraptures me,
the spirit that speaks to me,
its my GOD.
Just a girl........
- Wednesday, May 05, 1999 at 18:17:11 (PDT)

Does anyone hear it?
Can anyone see it ?
Hell....its big as an ox.......
all this hate....in Pandora's box?

Freedom.....true..but written words
give us a chance to reflect.......so
take a long, long, read.....and a
look if you've time....try to spread
some love, joy and peace~

Midiri~
- Wednesday, May 05, 1999 at 18:08:47 (PDT)

nobody helps me up when i get knocked down,
so you just keep your fucking mouth shut.
zeek
- Wednesday, May 05, 1999 at 16:43:06 (PDT)

MY MIND IS GRAND LIKE ONE ENDLESS SAND
RAH-
- Wednesday, May 05, 1999 at 06:08:19 (PDT)

(Kaiacontinued)the light,the warmth,the patchouli mingling together to form a man.he wraps his arms around me.i close my eyes and trustfully let him lead.we are dancing gracefully yet purposefully.he shows me intimacy,respect,concern.he whispers of dreams,of happiness,of distant places,of the future.he promises that he knows the way out of the maze.i believe him,i want to believe him.but i can't help it,i have to look.i have to know the direction we are going.i open my eyes.he is gone.the blinding light,the
sensual warmth,the breath of patchouli:GONE.confused, i climb to the top of the wall.where did it go?where did HE go?i pull out my zippo,strike to light,hold it up to shed more light.my hand hits something hot above me.i use my shirt sleeve to feel it...round.i twist and it falls into my hand.i drop to my knees as i realize that what i thought was love(the light of my life)is in actuality an eighty cent light bulb from Wal-Mart.lowering my head in disappointment(again?), i see three words carved on the bricks at my knees:

TRUST NO ONE

Kaia
- Tuesday, May 04, 1999 at 21:29:39 (PDT)

i am indifferently lost in the maze of walls that i built for myself.i run my fingers over the words carved into the bricks: ANGER DISAPPOINTMENT ANXIETY DOUBT etc.contemplating the vast structure and the intense darkness, i wander through the miles of wrong turns and dead-ends.i don't care anymore if i find my way out.after years of being here, i've grown accustomed to the dark, the cold, the damp, the pungent scent of stale cigarettes.faint click?BRIGHT LIGHT!momentarily i am blinded and confused.warmth!(i hadn't realized how cold i was)i have to find that light!where is it coming from?running as fast as i can through the labrynth i built,cursing these damn walls for being in my way,i think i'm getting closer.what is that smell?patchouli!i stop to savor it all.
Kaia
- Tuesday, May 04, 1999 at 21:09:03 (PDT)

show her the door
but she won't step though it
refuses to walk away
from me
can't she see
that i don't need the pain
her late nights out
tears on the pillow
i don't need the times
she forgets who i am
so up on drugs
she forgets my name
i don't need the broken glass
the destroyed house
when she comes back down
i love her
though

Kendog
- Tuesday, May 04, 1999 at 13:44:55 (PDT)

Under what conditions
do you understand
now go away
never, never, never
let my hand
deal me wrong
there's a song
One time gone
they were here
many moons more
are taking place
Ace, Ace, Ace,
trace, maze, face,
No thank you
waiter she said,
I'm not sad,
Infact, Im glad,
1 moment belief
nxt they disappear
menu not right
closed for tonight

H.P.C.H.K.........Helping People Choose Healthier Knowledge
- Tuesday, May 04, 1999 at 12:29:36 (PDT)

strange but true are the forests that surround
the mind of a fantasy filled daydreamer; whose eccentricity creates electricity to cling and bound.

thunder and lightning have brought dissmay
testing emotions in broad daylight, thoughts
of wonder will guide to the fears of fright

Stay out of the forest, get out of their way
the ol' man yells, I wouldnt listen to them
they're not your friends, they'll make you pay.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 04, 1999 at 12:03:31 (PDT)

monotony for breakfast...
(I'll have it served with ten thousand sides of your apathy)
Eve
- Tuesday, May 04, 1999 at 08:04:00 (PDT)

pussy galore,
pussy on the floor,
pussy is green,
pussy smells,
dickcheese yuk,
smell my bum,
snot in my nose,
urine in the carpet.

anonymous
Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 04, 1999 at 05:04:20 (PDT)

Shape changer

listen to the howls echoing into the past
their cries tell of a story unlike no other
where they had travelled a great distance
to battle love for lust through a coin cast.

LQQk @ those gods, aren't they so black
their stare reveals a haunting familiarity
one that needs little or no introduction
so let's walk this way, so they won't attack.

Can you spot them spread out all over the place
or will we soon forget that they are apart of it too
all of these people with nothing much to do
except frightened your energies with his god dam face!
Anonymous
- Monday, May 03, 1999 at 20:38:55 (PDT)

lately I have not felt
as she so well says
"in the flesh"
my inspiration has come in tiny grasps
And I have had to marvel at my idleness

ventricle
- Monday, May 03, 1999 at 17:41:48 (PDT)

Disillusionment
fuck disilluionment!
get your ass out into the world and breathe in deeply
scream, run, fly, dance among the crowds of flat foolish
dusty masses of mocking mediocre mortals.
laugh right back in thier faces and don't waste your precious time
staring at their bewilderd skulls.
revel in the knowledge that you are free
revel in the knowledge that you are life
forget to remember that which can and always does cause you pain
look at it with creative eyes and learn a new way to see
be intuitive
be original
be yourself, and everything that you ever wanted to be
remember that you are life my friend
remember that you are free.

Anonymous8
- Sunday, May 02, 1999 at 21:56:17 (PDT)

in the last moments of the
light i saw your outline
unsure of itself against the horizon
i waited a moment there, watching
listening, thinking of you.

i wish that i could say that
in those fleeting seconds i was overcome
that i was filled with a rushing need to hold on to keep trying
to finish what we had started so long ago.

you
you were and are still so enticing
i don't understand why i can't fall in love.

yet it remains so
and you and your silhouette are fading fading
fading.
Anonymous7
- Sunday, May 02, 1999 at 21:18:54 (PDT)

i hate you more than words can say
i hate you more every day
i hate it when you're always talking
i hate it when it's me you're mocking
i hate you morning, noon and night
i hate you with all my might
i hate to see you when i do
do you hate me? because i sure hate you
zeek
- Sunday, May 02, 1999 at 19:33:47 (PDT)

If I speak my mind, will you know me?
If I reach to you, will you feel me?
If I kissed you, would you love me?
ne less moment to break your heart
One less love to tear apart

Don't want to be your lover
Don't want to be your friend
This spell we've surrendered
So just me pretend

You don't exist
Our connection is fixed
One more hour to kiss your soul
One more chance to let go

In the mountain song, sing the echoes
In the long meadows, chase the shadows
In the endless night you whisper endless praise
Swear to God that you won't change

Don't want to be your lover
Don't want to be your friend
Faith takes me over
So just let me pretend

You're not real
Visions surreal
Spirit channels

If I fall in love, will you forgive me?
If I lose my way, will you chose me?
If I change my mind, will you change me?
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 02, 1999 at 18:36:51 (PDT)

i run as fast as i can,
only a crawl.
i scream as loud as i can,
barely a whisper.
i try as hard as i can,
i'm a failure.
zeek
- Saturday, May 01, 1999 at 17:27:48 (PDT)

Morning has turned to afternoon
many thoughts have been revealed
the walls of past are now sealed

afternoon will soon turne evening
Bringing forth with it hidden meanings
None shall be read, no not from me
I am with him, why can't you see

Eventually evening ends up being dawn
weaker and weaker your energies feel
I continue to concentrate, we are strong
enough to pass over your no-good deal

My mind and my heart, you will never steal!!!!!!!!!!!
Hippychick
- Saturday, May 01, 1999 at 11:25:50 (PDT)

My spirit cannot be broken
no matter how hard you try
You can surround me day and nite
and I still won't say to him goodbye

I love him and am missing you
But to up and leave him blue
is simply not my intent or style
Not even with mocasins for a mile

I sought you out entirely only in game
You must have misunderstood, now you're to blame
Capable of love, my man must always be
and that you are not DEMONstrating to me

good spirit by day, evil forces by night
your rituals are too weak for me to strike
You rely on suspense often far too much
Creating boredom, that would be my hunch

Our opportunities have come and gone
so did your chance to exercise control
and tomorrow will be a new day dawn
No more soul, I've sealed off the hole

Goodbye, goodbye, soul, soul, goodbye.........

hippychick
- Saturday, May 01, 1999 at 11:21:37 (PDT)

Maker of magic you are to blame
confusion has lead you into my game
win you will not as I put you to shame
I have mastered your mind, we are now the same

Differences of the like will also prevail
Shadowing your defences, I will trail
Haunting your attention, Mr Libra Male
I will have you before I eventually sail

To the sea eventually, I am there
True love lyes not with you
and instead games of the mind
are really what brought you here

The time has come, you must leave
Please take with you, your negative energy
What a wise idea, what a sudden relief
This game has a conclusion, its Saturday

I'm not for sale, for rent, or amusement
less receptive, less perceptive, woman native
not in search for emotional torment,
you need to leave, and let me live

You are obsessed more than I
for reaching deep towards the sky
In search of nothing, not even in truth
I gave you myself, a mirrored image of lies

Maybe now you will begin to understand
it's time to let go of me and my hand
Women like me are everywhere
You need to show them that you care

Stop wasting your time on me
It would never be the same
we are both entitled to the blame
I don't want to be ever free from him and me.

Hippychick
- Saturday, May 01, 1999 at 11:15:02 (PDT)

Maker of magic you are to blame
confusion has lead you into my game
win you will not as I put you to shame
I have mastered your mind, we are now the same

Differences of the like will also prevail
Shadowing your defences, I will trail
Haunting your attention, Mr Libra Male
I will have you before I eventually sail

To the sea eventually, I am there
True love lyes not with you
and instead games of the mind
are really what brought you here

The time has come, you must leave
Please take with you, your negative energy
What a wise idea, what a sudden relief
This game has a conclusion, its Saturday

I'm not for sale, for rent, or amusement
less receptive, less perceptive, woman native
not in search for emotional torment,
you need to leave, and let me live

You are obsessed more than I
for reaching deep towards the sky
In search of nothing, no even in truth
I gave you myself, a mirrored image of lies

Maybe now you will begin to understand
it's time to let go of me and my hand
Women like me are everywhere
You need to show them that you care

Stop wasting your time on me
It would never be the same
we are both entitled to the blame
I don't want to be ever free from him and me.

Hippychick
- Saturday, May 01, 1999 at 11:14:16 (PDT)

Maker of magic you are to blame
confusion has lead you into my game
win you will not as I put you to shame
I have mastered your mind, we are now the same

Differences of the like will also prevail
Shadowing your defences, I will trail
Haunting your attention, Mr Libra Male
I will have you before I eventually sail

To the sea eventually, I am there
True love lyes not with you
and instead games of the mind
are really what brought you here

The time has come, you must leave
Please take with you, your negative energy
What a wise idea, what a sudden relief
This game has a conclusion, its Saturday

I'm not for sale, for rent, or amusement
less receptive, less perceptive, woman native
not in search for emotional torment,
you need to leave, and let me live

You are obsessed more than I
for reaching deep towards the sky
In search of nothing, no even in truth
I gave you myself, a mirrored image of lies

Maybe now you will begin to understand
it's time to let go of me and my hand
Women like me are everywhere
You need to show them that you care

Stop wasting your time on me
It would never be the same
we are both entitled to the blame
I don't want to be ever free.

Hippychick
- Saturday, May 01, 1999 at 11:11:42 (PDT)

Touch Me Not
-by Darrian as related to him by Karen-

Keep your distance
Stay away
There's really nothing
Left to say
I have to leave, I have to go
I did not mean
To hurt you so
I can't help it, it's a curse
It's my acidic soft skin
My poisonous sweet breath
My cyanide passionate kiss
I kill you slowly
I kill you well
And when I am done with you
You won't be able to tell
If there's a heart left
Beating in your hollow chest
I never meant to hurt you
I tried to warn
That those who get close
Always are torn
Up from the ground
Severing their roots
I'll kill your heart
I'm sure you'll lose
All faith in love
All love for me
It's already happened
Can't you see?
I'm poison now
I have to leave
Having made you into
Something that you're not
There's nothing left for me now
You broke my heart
But yours is dead
I wonder who got
The better end?
Don't touch me;
I'm poison
Darrian
- Saturday, May 01, 1999 at 09:53:49 (PDT)

your poison skin
you melt the sky
devil within
your solemn eyes
don't touch the vine
don't touch the petals
don't drink the wine
your heart to metal
will turn towards me
and cold as ice
will always be
your secret vice

you bring the pain
clothed as joy
embedded in sin
and smothered in coy
your dark disguise
your deep blue eyes
will conceal
hide as congeal
and never reveal
your deepest evil...

under the cover of night
with the partner of fright
you sneak through my heart
your hate to impart
leaving me chilled to the bone
the knife of love deeply honed
set with crystal
covered in blood
slashing my pride
as only you could
while evil will shine
on my heart to dine.

you bring the pain
clothed as joy
embedded in sin
and smothered in coy
your dark disguise
your cold blue eyes
will conceal
hide as congeal
and never reveal
your deepest evil...

Pandora
- Friday, April 30, 1999 at 19:40:45 (PDT)

the brightness of the blue blinds me
until i can't see any tomorrow.
the perfect white bones lieing to me
and smiling at me.
i wonder if i could break those bones.
perfectly shaped.
broken into shards.
Kaia
- Friday, April 30, 1999 at 17:04:17 (PDT)

Magic--318-21--Thinking,
Rigid--651-54--Drinking,
.....................Am Paranoid,
PM Schizoid......................

The melting Silvanus,
the knocks upon my door,
The fragmenting Cusanus,
Unfolds the rotting core.

The truth about liberty,
Qibel of severity,
Enochian dreams,
of the manna machine.

Water, there is water
at Pardes´s alter.
Be that of Zoraster,
as we stole in alabaster.

Simon, the mage of the fall,
Simon, the sweet cross calls..
Simon......Did you change place??
With Milton or Blake??

The numeric-sound,
of wings unbound.

ZAKAI
- Friday, April 30, 1999 at 08:24:59 (PDT)

(part2)
Take back your gold plaited rot
and your tainted promises
you give nothing in return
for the souls you steal
and cheat away with your false offerings
take your plans and dreams
that you form for your children
and you love song lies
and shove them up your ass
with the rest of the shit
you're preparing to feed us
kiss tomorrow goodbye
no one else can sleep
why should you
go on and dig your hole now
because I am coming for you
with nothing left of the beauty
I was once a witness to
I have no home to retreat to
there is no looking back
when all that's in the background is a void
and I will not break my heart
pretending there will be a better day
I will not scare myself ito your submission
with a furture you say I'll ruin for myself
your furutre for me only gets worse
and I don't intend to participate
so if I destroy your future
mine can only improve

Sandra Yvonne Duke
- Thursday, April 29, 1999 at 23:22:01 (PDT)

Skinny

You see him there,

he doesn't know that he's poor yet.

Look at his cut-off shorts and his bare feet

and his idle eyes looking to the stoops, looking to the litter

and witnessing, innocent, the effect chaos has on a dead city.

He doesn't understand that he's starving.

He'll eat tonight when Mom comes home, but for now

his idle eyes lead him to the playthings,

sticks and busted bike wheels

and through torn chain link fences to the pounded dirt playgrounds

where even the grass doesn't know it's starving.

He doesn't know he's poor but he'll find out.

They find out through the plate glass window of a candy store,

nose flat to the barrier-- the barrier is money

and it tastes like candy.

They find out in school, ridiculed and assigned to the caste

that can't afford Air Jordans.

And some, lucky to find out in a book where the distance

between them and wealth is mystical and intellectual

and they then begin to strive.

"Hey Skinny!" said Gold Tooth stepping from the car

that looked as out of place in the ghetto as

a spaceship would in the desert.

"Hey Skinny, do you know what a cop car looks like?"

And right there he became Skinny the Lookout

and he saw the gold tooth

and he rode in the spaceship

and he ate an ice cream cone

and that night when his mom came home

she saw, perhaps, that he had found out.

That he had found out that he was poor.

Or maybe she didn't.

Maybe she didn't know yet that they were poor.

Eight year old Skinny will die in a minute.

A policeman's bullet, wanting Gold Tooth

struck him in the street and he lays in the gutter

with a hole in his body where his life runs free.

And his mouth tastes sweet,

and he knows he's poor.

by Chris Curtiss

Anonymous
- Thursday, April 29, 1999 at 22:40:13 (PDT)

TO THE DEVILS ADVOCATE someone should not be so steroe typical ...
you called me Mr. Anonymous when I actually am quite the female
tsk tsk
you should watch that.
Of course I really don't know what I am talking about do I ?
with all that " Magic Thinking"
Miss Anonymous
- Thursday, April 29, 1999 at 18:48:14 (PDT)

all good things will come in time,
but nothing good will stay.
every rainbow has its rain,
so hang on to every day.
pick up the pieces of your life,
broken by a friend.
try to hold them all together,
in time your sould will mend.
so look up at the sky,
and deep into the blue.
because you're sharing the sky with people,
who hurt just as bad as you.

zeek
- Thursday, April 29, 1999 at 18:02:23 (PDT)

you to me
,romanticlly
love like we hold hands
wrapped like a thorny vine
catching holding never letting go to what is inside
your frozen heart lets go and flys like the very
meaning of our very bieng and love discovers what?
what we mean,defined what is us what we mean
love begins to know
to what is not,you close the door
I am what you know
from the middle till the end across the street and back again as a bird not raven flys the darkness
turns to light.and freedom screams our dream
light shut out the night alone we two
just me and you
from the crossroads the devildog is gone
you are not a dove we two are just love
and held like it was gods hands holding me you
rolling the dice in the middle of the
intersection of our life.
you fly
but not away
not away from me
not away from me this time
there is no him
there is no her
there is us
love in the heart of lust
could the choice be made
could the decision be wrong?
we will live within while living out this poem.
rockin' the games score
We keep playing
play somemore
kiss me one time I adore
the heart that you do hide
the love in your mind
the times we said goodbye
the new game we never say we will always play.
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 29, 1999 at 11:18:38 (PDT)

Yankee Clippings

A sympathetic eye
I like that unlike
Tomahawk missiles
In the Adriatic
Sea 2 portraits
Of colored in
Destruction's "Woo-Hoo"
"Bombs Away!"
By the Post
The Times aligns
2 Bunsen Burners
2 incendiary
Photographs
Of magnesium irises
And molten iron's white-red
A tricked out iris
Set on "BOOM"
A marigold's blend:
"HOT WHITE
AND DEADLY:"
I think Brett Easton
Ellis is a private Tick
In a bow-tie
But when he said
The Media Sieve
And the Frilly Costume
On Unrealism 's
"Who knows?"
Even he made at
Least some sense
Beside this other clipping
Of Tom Waits in Austin
Impersonating an osprey
These gorgeous Ground Blooms
Firework fuses
Above pine trees
Everyone ignores
Their Genie's advice
Inside space station Kosovo
Burning like irises
In real human eyes
At aqueduct
Sheldon's Avenger
Exclusive Affair
and
Little Champ
Run across the Tube
While I finish my 3rd Rheingold
Mug at lunchtime
Pepper mouthed
Though fairly unfunny
I too am your culprit
As Tom Jones pops up
Singing a theme song
For March 25th. 1999
"My
My
My Delilah,
Forgive me Delilah
once more."

John Coletti

Anonymous
- Thursday, April 29, 1999 at 11:07:34 (PDT)

"dramaization of a real life"
if i gotta go
if nows the time
i wanted to hold you close
i cant say goodbye
i love you know
i cant ever cry
theres no way to hide i love you no lie
if i gotta stay
its with you
if i gotta live
not that anyone including me wants me too
i feel sorry for me
but not as much as i love you
i can heal my wounds and just drift in dreams
would you hold me once
i say goodbye to you
im not thru
im asking begging
would you listen
i need only you
i love now dont not want me to
its the answer
you didnt come running
instead ran
something i did nt want you to
you shoulda called noone
or nancy as a second chance
is my life blood running
without a heart to go thru
without a heart to go thru
with out a heart to go to
all i really needed was you to love me to
you could be the cure
im hurt and cut into
and i guess i'll live without you
only cause you want me too
she has hot and cold
love
all the only
love
i know not another one
only
she is the only one
mine
in my mind of love
reality
no sonnet

"looking for her"
I came here looking for her because she is fine
but i dont gotta look for her
because she is mine
BECAUSE
she is mine
mine
i explained,
i look for her
in every blondes eyes
have you seen my only love lust dream
yeah , shes all mine
because im the one that loves her
cause im the one that loves her the most
and nomore of that ! i have already tried
i dont ever feel the hurt
i cant belive in nothing
theres room in my life for someone
and it is her
and it is her
i must believe in her
at first i dont know why
then i dream of her
wake in the dream of life
why'd i want something that would never be mine
i only keep wanting
love is
love is love is love is love is
love is
it must be her all the time
and i see only someone
for me to be mine
yes yes i love her
i want to have her,i keep trying
you know i wish i really had her
t0o hold eveynight
that would be life
i think im used to her
by now im not lying
i really only want her
some fantasy alright
why is it ever going to happen
what would it be like
just to have and hold on to love
i do think its alright
so you know i want her
crazy about whats mine
i came here looking for her and have been stuck in
nowhere in my mind
look im not leaving without ROBBIN
there i said it alright
meaning feeling
wanting hoping
love is only in my mind
i can taste it
when she is near me
sometimes like me she is shy

"pain of love"
variation without a theme
stealing away my dream
loving just to see
what is left of me
it will never be
theres no
nothing for me
you
dont want me
you dont want me
ITS NOT ME
Its not me its you
its not me its you
its not you

"AND IF THERE IS"

And if there is a you
there is a me
And if there is love I am free
and if there is an end
I will die not me
And if you want me
come get me
and if you know say so
and if we cant make it work there is no answer
because no one else is for you
as noone else is for me
and if i was then i am
and only you can make me who i really am
and if theres noone
we are still we
and i do love you
i want to hold you
with every line you put a hold on me
and if there is freedom
there is a lie
only because you are really mine
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 29, 1999 at 10:53:21 (PDT)

shes so burnt out on love
I could do anything
she dont think of love
and now her hearts not frozen

she sometimes goes without
and it does'nt get her anything
she wants to end the life that needs a life
to get over living again

she wants to run from the problems
of love that no love is taking
she knows theres no where to go
but shes gotta get outta the rain

shes so burnt out on love
theres no lust in anything
shes not turned on
or in tune to what I am playing

she is thinking of something else
and her minds not on what Im saying
so I get bored with lust
until you show me something

Anonymous
- Thursday, April 29, 1999 at 10:46:25 (PDT)

Like One of Those Girls, You Know?

I'm going to be a Subculture Princess
Wear big black eyeshadow with
Too tight pants
Buy a pair of steel toed combat boots
Sign my autograph as me.com
I will put out my own 'zine and never get glossy
Slicker than Bob Holman and
Deeper than MTV
I'll write poems on napkins in
Bars in hotels in parts of town you've never heard of
I will have web pages and message boards and fan clubs
That will promise I answer each and every letter
I will know everyone who ever died
For art as art with art in bed next to them
You will be sick with jealousy wanting to be me when
You hear my latest album
See my latest concert
Watch my new commercial
Smell my new perfume (it's really a toilet water, but)
I will wear all black except on special occasions and
Pluck my eyebrows because I'm a supermodel too -
You will call at night and beg me to read your stuff
Try to date me so I will write you into a poem
And I'll laugh at you and say 'I am not an open room' and
Hang up on you while you're still talking
I will drop names like you shed hair
And I will never recognize you again in public
My press kit will be thick and shallow and full of compliments
Only my best friends may photograph me now
My childhood will be rewritten so
You can talk about my troubled youth in artistic isolation
How I grew up so fast in that greasy trailer park…
No, no, on the Lower East Side, so wise so young…
No, no, it was with gypsies for parents in Paris no Belgium no Rome…
I will be at all those openings that show up in the Times, 'cause
All us artists stick together, you know
Except for you, because we won't like you anymore because I said so
Now that I'll be a Subculture Princess
I can do things like that
I'll be the only person ever to drink for free at the
Nuyorican Poets Café
I'll be so cool I won't even pay at the door
In fact, I'll have my own reading and I'll make it on Friday nights and no one
Will ever complain about having to come uptown for it because
It's worth the subway fare to get to see me
The Subculture Princess
I might even do a special documentary on PBS
But my poems will only be printed in those underground poorly bound newspaper
Things
Because I'll be way above The New Yorker and stuff like that
I would never write about flowers or bunnies or John Ashberry or anything
I will brag that Hal Sirowitz published my first poem which is a lie but only
Because I started writing long before I met him (did I tell you I met him?)
But you won't know that because he wouldn't even talk to you now
Because I said so, and Subculture Princesses can say whatever they want
And I hate you
Because way before I was where I'll be you treated me like crap
And told me my work was too intimate so no one would ever like it and I took criticism so personal
And you wouldn't date me since I wasn't in some fat backed perfect bound independent press anthology
But now you'll wish I was still intimate and I will never admit to taking you in a personal way
Now that I'll be a Subculture Princess
Just as soon as I finish this poem

Copyright : AKC 1998
Andie Carpenter can be e-mailed at AndieKC@aol.com
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 29, 1999 at 09:16:15 (PDT)

"not really,ive been living in your car for months"

working title{I want to smell you like an animal}
you can have her
you can have them
you can have him
i want a picture of you snitchin
its just the way you is
and its like....this just in
i want a picture of you snitching
you cant play no more
put a spell on your ass/no ass
learned nothin before
wanna be wanna be copdime store
you can have you
you can and have to
not even a fool
you can have her
but you cant stay
you got some problem
watching
wasting everything
theres a reason for everything
anilize your very way
got a picture of you snitching
all the while your still bitching
picture you snitch
and still breaking in

thanx for your help
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 29, 1999 at 09:11:23 (PDT)

Thee Critic -- A hello and a goodbye

I just want to say hello to all you sorrowful losers out there pouring out your guts on the screen out of total lack of life or maybe because there is no other place in the world where you can post your vomit inducing rhymes.

And I'd like to send a special hello out to "Hippychick" you ! YOU are very, very pathetic and I hope you find a life soon, you really just sound like you're desperate and you need to get laid!!

Travis, we all know how f*cked up you are, when i imagine you, you look like the lead singer of the Ramones with a real screwed up face -- you also sound like a real loser who still lives with his mom even though he's like 35 and can't take care of himself. I'm hitting home aren't I ?

And I'd also like to send some ill welcoming to the Mr. Annonymous who wrote, and I quote:

I HAVE MOMENTS SO SEVERE
I CAN NOT EVEN SAY...
INSANITY
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Well, I know who you are and you have major problems going on upstairs. You are probably manic depressive, suffer from dilusional paranoia and are prone to "magic thinking".

well, that's all folks, have a nice day
THE DEVIL'S ADVOCATE< PANDORA SECTOR
- Thursday, April 29, 1999 at 08:31:16 (PDT)

Simply Beau

...with Eyes of Violet,
and a Heart so Pure-
for if Lonliness were a Disease ,
then she is Certainly my Cure

in Moments of Sadness,
of Days of Distress
pressure somounts-
along with lifes' stress

the Sun shall not Shine- upon these days
the Flowers shall not Bloom- upon these seasons

But Alas she Appears!
furthermore erasing all my God-given fears

Reaching out with the touch of Gold-
Alas! Allowing the flowers to unfold
"May the seasons pass," she declares
looking over the land of lost with promising stares

...the land of lost dwells within my Soul,
And courageously she charters these channels
the Pioneer upon my my seas of Fear,
never knowing what to expect-
What cause will lead to What effect?

For inside us all
exists these Lands
and ever-so-often
we are all offered a Hand
- or a Guide, if you Will
yet better still ... she is my Guide -
my mentor-
my lover-
my friend-
Together we shall sail our seas,
and explore Our Lands.

P.O.Edwards

P.O.Edwards
- Wednesday, April 28, 1999 at 20:44:52 (PDT)

hot smoke fills my lungs
as i sit here on a dead night.
i am reflecting on "the times".
you know "the times".
everyone has their "the times".
i can't remember when i ever felt
so lifeless thinking about mine.
i think of taking a pick axe to mine.
demolishing bit by bit my times.
i'd sit on the floor with my pile of
bits of my times and scramble them around.
i'd pick up small pieces and look at them
to see if i could recognize them.
i wonder if i could.

Kaia
- Wednesday, April 28, 1999 at 19:42:57 (PDT)

the notion has always been there
you must know how much I care
for six years has come and gone
and it is you that I still long

Why?

I cannot seem to let you go
appears to be a huge mystery
something I do not know

you have touched my life
& so it will never be the same
with or without you I know im to blame
for all that has happened...all the strife

and if I could be sure that this was no trick
you wanting me as you often say you do
my fear of deciding just who i should pick
would no longer exist as it would be you!
Hippychick
- Wednesday, April 28, 1999 at 18:22:57 (PDT)

Everytime I see you
my heart just pounds away
I look at you and then I smile
I don't know what to say

If only I could touch you
Tell you how I feel
If only you would hold me
It would almost make it real.

Inside my heart
still aches for you
yet I know we can't
be together
My life is tied
to someone else
for now and most likely ever.....
Hippychick....not the true author though...author unknown
- Wednesday, April 28, 1999 at 17:39:51 (PDT)

In the cards...?

Was it just a twist of fate
Or maybe destiny
that sent you down my path
leading me to think you are my soul mate?

Could it be mere coincidence
which made me choose that time and street,
where you were walking to catch the bus
and our eyes did meet?

I'd like to think it was In the cards
A part of life's great plan
that something made me drive that way
to meet my perfect man.
Hippychick.....not the true author though....Author unknown
- Wednesday, April 28, 1999 at 17:36:30 (PDT)

Maybe......maybe not?

I don't know what to do
Should I listen to my Mind
that says to leave it all behind
Or listen to my eager heart
that is telling me to go for you?

This does seem very inviting
but is it really fair,
the the ones who really care
but I still can't help thinking
Just how this could be exciting

Uncertain, yet curious to know
I wait patiently for that day
When one of us will speak and say
"Let's do it.....let's just go with the flow..
and see what we are all about"

Or maybe that will never be
it just might be true
I was not meant to be with you.....awe :~(
Maybe what you are
Is just an ideal fantasy!

Hippychick
- Wednesday, April 28, 1999 at 17:20:34 (PDT)

I believe In

Aliens
Beautiful things
Controlling your own destiny
D.....
Exodus
Freedom
Goodness
Hemp
Idealogy
Justice beyond existence
K.....
Love
Many things...including magic
Natural Law
Omens
People
Quiet time
Reaping what you sew
Sewing what you reap
Time warps
U
Vast amounts of Peace
Witty Wize Wizards
X's
Your spells
Zodiac and Zen

I believe

Hippychick
- Wednesday, April 28, 1999 at 17:09:18 (PDT)

It all makes sense
because it starts with me
to make the difference
Where I could feel free
Enough to love my love.......u
the way it ought to be
To be able to truly
let him...connect...with me
when even I am not so sure
of what I want to see.
For it feels like walking
the depths of pain
trying so hard
not to go insane
But it all makes sense
because it starts with me,
to pick up those pieces
and deal with the pain
that has seeped into my vains.
Hippychick
- Wednesday, April 28, 1999 at 16:58:56 (PDT)

always and forever

you said you'd stay with me,
always and forever.
i need you now,
but you're here never.
i want to talk,
but you can't come.
for you're much too far,
from your home.
i'm sorry you ran,
away from here.
your life was too hard,
you lived in fear.
when they caught you,
and you died.
i couldn't stop myself,
all i did was cried.
i lived my life,
in great despair.
for the two of us,
we were a pair.
when i died,
i was at peace.
for the two of us can be together,
always and forever.
zeek
- Wednesday, April 28, 1999 at 14:06:28 (PDT)

Love?

Time leaves us naked and standing in the rain.
you ask my opinion?
I don't want to love you.
I don't want your heart.
I want to be whole again.
but I can't.
shattered and broken, like an old doll
worn eyes popping and skin drooping.
discarded in the corner. Once loved, once cherished
once
once, long long ago in a land far far away, I was what you see.
now I live only a shell, a thin exterior of strength and pride, confidence and resolve.
so thin is my shroud that it barely covers me.
tap it and it falls down around my ankles like a cheap gauze
how can you look over all I see in the mirror?
beauty covering putrid flesh and lost wisdom.
confusion and hatred hanging like ravens cawing my demise

~~~~

Time leaves us naked and standing in the rain,
promises half made and
secrets half kept.
Kiss me and I'll remember. Kiss me and I'll forget.
Kiss me and you have my undying surrender.
for what that's worth.
But
don't let our time end without the memories we promised to cherish.
don't leave me with out my heart, without my life.

I'm rambling now aren't I.
Let it end here.
Kiss me and I'll remember. Kiss me and I'll forget.
Kiss me and you'll have my undying surrender.

© FaithCreations http://www.angelfire.com/ny/faithcreations

Faith
- Wednesday, April 28, 1999 at 13:01:43 (PDT)

Tears, not for my lost youth but for my sisters. Her heart has been forfeited by corruption, learning about death and pain long before I ever did. The civilized world is tearing our children apart. Only a child, I wonder when it will end. Will it end? Or will I learn to turn my back and point fingers forgetting that kids don't raise them selves. We are the world; we are the problem. We are the fury the anger and the bringers of death. 15 dead in the hands of two. Two too young to know what those lives were worth. Right. Funerals grace the front pages of every newspaper in the country. Unceremonious funerals, heads deflated or bolted from the madness that we've been spoon-fed from day one. End it all? How? It's all we know. All my mother ever taught me. The story that every teacher made me memorize. The beauty of it is, the fingers that are pointed to the villain turn into guns and the murderer to the murdered, turning the finger pointer into the villain. Smug and self satisfied, one more down. If you only knew. You feed the beast you feed it and make it what it is. Stop it? How? Now until you stop the hate and the violence for violence sake and start phase two, cause this shit ain't workin’. Till then I'll cry, not for my lost youth, but for all the little ones who open their eyes only to have them shut again, the beginning and end of remorse no farther than the neighborhood villain. The gun, the drug, the man.

So I'll start here I began:
in tears, not for my lost youth but for my sisters.

© FaithCreations http://www.angelfire.com/ny/faithcreations

Faith
- Wednesday, April 28, 1999 at 12:58:24 (PDT)

Softly Does This Angel Weep

You - are not me, not you,
Not anything but this -
Amazing suffering, you inflict
Pain and strain on the
Brains of others. Aneurysm.
My brain strains to keep the rising
Blood from blowing up my
Heated frame. Words untouchable,
Density unfathomable; your lips spout
Out a preacher's speech of doom upon
Those who wish you no harm.
Prophet of the nothing, of the imagined
Conflict that exists inside your mind,
The Reality of the Half-Life existence
That is unreal, simulated. What is said
Is not heard, what is meant is never
Voiced. Pain is nothing, death means
Only to rise again with the click of a
Button, ready to fight once more.
No Last Action Hero exists but in the
Movies of the screen and mind, an
Image that is projected to you, by you,
On a screen that only you see projected
Upon every face you see. Enemies of
Friends, a spy and traitor to yourself
And those who are the enemy.
Nevermind if it hurts, nevermind
Someone may not understand your
Painful stabs of words that cannot be
Fought. Sticks and stones break my
Bones, but words will break
My Heart, my soul wavers as my heart
Becomes laden with the leaden bullets
Of your mouth. I cannot catch these
Bullets, nor can I see them embedded
As they are within the confines of my
Heart and stored within the wickedness
Of that projector. This is no game, but
Rather playing ring-o'-round the rosie
Without a doctor to watch on the side.
And so you go on, reciting the rhyme
And infecting all those around you . . .

And you wonder when you click the
Button why no one rises.

Midnight Horizon
- Wednesday, April 28, 1999 at 12:39:46 (PDT)

i think i love you,
what should i do?
if i said i love you,
would you say i love you too?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 27, 1999 at 18:46:53 (PDT)

I HAVE MOMENTS SO SEVERE
I CAN NOT EVEN SAY
WHAT IT IS THAT MAKES ME FEEL
I WANT TO TELL THE WORLD
I WANT EVERYON TO KNOW
BUT I CAN NOT FIND
WORDS
THAT ARE APPROPRIATE
ENOUGH
AND IT IS DRIVING
ME
TO
INSANITY
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 27, 1999 at 17:52:06 (PDT)

Melting angels, fragmenting dreams,
Abstract nails gently stripping,
The machine of me,
*_The dreams of thee_*,
Rage rips the trip,
Thoughts grinds the mind,
Fever me this and fever me that,
Nights never end, with a friendly chat,
The *LOL*´s, the *G*´s and the *S*´s
Unsound talkative machines, softly confesses,
the why´s of the why,
the B´s of the _*So Ur*_??....

_*=()=* Zoh@r_

Scribble me this and scrabble me that,
Wanna chat, with a big _fat_ cat???
Wanna type dreams,
and do the **_`()`_**, as we scream,
rape the night, while in flight,
the fumbling wings, of kings,
The Zphere, of things,
the never-ending ends, of the why,
*_Stoned to the bone_*,
*_aN_d_ too high to fly_*

*

*_De nøgne heste ridder igen_*

ZAKAI
- Tuesday, April 27, 1999 at 15:18:46 (PDT)

the sheltered moment
when you can only breathe
and let you void remain
when even though you would like to
you can only breathe
the last magic of the setting
is to filled to replicate
I hate to say it
you can only breathe
please excuse me
while I take my time
to
breathe
pretend/ventricle
- Tuesday, April 27, 1999 at 07:32:45 (PDT)

"Bread and Water"
by
Travis Ray Cole

Bread and water think of you
bread and water think of you
bread and water think of you
The airs to thin to run
The sky ain't blue
Bread and water think of you
bread and water think of you
bread and water think of you
nowhere to hide
your love ain't true
Bread and water think of you
bread and water think of you
bread and water think of you
If I can't be free
I can't be cool
dying to live my life with
without with without
am I on the right track
or am I just another?
am I going to ever win
you as my lover
everything that comes my way is SHIT compared to you
bread and water think of you
bread and water think of you
bread and water think of you
I don't belive in free
I belive in you.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 27, 1999 at 00:28:53 (PDT)

this isnotgoingtoworkthisisnotgoingtoworkthis
is notgoingtoworkthisisnotgoingtoworkthisis
not goingtoworkthisisnotgoingtoworkthisisnot
going toworkthisisnotgoingtoworkthisisnotgoing
to workthisisnotgoingtoworkthisisnotgoingto
work [workworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkwork]

I love me more than you this time

everythingwillfalleverythingwillfall
everythingwillfaileverythingwillfail
youwillfallyouwillfallyouwillfall
you
will
fail
Y O U

you're on the back shelf, boy
I know you from cover to

C O V E R
Eve
- Monday, April 26, 1999 at 23:03:14 (PDT)

=================================
Freeverse
Let me out of my cell...so I can shred, I love you...are you stupid?
I don't want anything from the past, a misery that didn't last
I like Sundays, and Mondays now, I want to hold you so close, and how?
Let me out of my cell...so I can shred, I love you...are you stupid?
I know what I want you for, I need to love somemore
I am going to try to say your the only way
and you can now
Let me out of my cell...so I can shred, I love you...are you stupid?
Even snow got in your heart, you try to tear me apart
One look's all it takes
You don't know about 2nd place
Let me out of my cell...so I can shred, I love you...are you stupid?
travis ray cole
=================================================

Just forget the whole thing
blow my brains out in the rain
the snow,i dont care
lifes not fair
just forget the whole thing
wish that i was insane
maybe then i wouldnt feel a thing
i dont have the fear to pray.

travis ray cole

Anonymous
- Monday, April 26, 1999 at 22:43:50 (PDT)

Initiate the extreeme imitations my dears!
Be the first to follow and the last to start
Do not think do not act do not speak
from your heart
Imitate!
Imitate!
Repress your fears suck in your tears
Do not scream speak even whisper your
thoughts desires, (your words might inspire!)
No no my fellow fools
come along with me!
how might it feel if you were just he or she
instead of the most comforting we?
Imitate, i say imitate
safety in numbers!
God damn i can't write anymore.
Anonymous
- Monday, April 26, 1999 at 01:17:21 (PDT)

you can just FFFFFforget it
you can go on and look for the one
i quit
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 25, 1999 at 23:02:08 (PDT)

i have thoughts and music swrilling around them
i think live and death seems to haunt it
all day long a parade of beauty like a dream
and still you know just what i mean
i have ideals of love war lust and hate
blame and tenderness life can be replaced
tomorrow,with all you could dream
art as she stands on deadhero street
i have nothing not love or life what for
i can read between the lines no more
at what point do we no longer care
to teach what they cant possibly know
with patience greed and mine and yours
still coming together
they lied like before
its you that kills for you
or dies in whatever man made
i dont remember lines of want
abandonment is what i got
you never promise committ,agree but lie too much
travis ray cole

Anonymous
- Sunday, April 25, 1999 at 22:53:04 (PDT)

dim lights fell upon the blankets below
enigma surrounded the sphere and the
moon was missing its usual bright glow.

during those moments, she was with he
percing through his scared, unjourneyed
soul, she reached in and warmed his heart
leaving behind her a raw moment of me.

I felt you last night the deeper I reached
into my love, I began to let go and weep.
these tears were not of pain and sorrow
as much as they were about tomorrow.

Everyday seems somewhat uncertain
now that you know how I was feeling
the moment after I touched your soul
grabbing it as if it were my only curtain
pulling it inwards making you my goal.

I needed you to feel us just even once
trapped has been my passion each time
I saw you for all those many obvious months.

Our names not only similar but also our eyes
you looked at me yesterday and I knew it
was time to let go for the spiritual guides.

the music and relaxation came from everywhere '
I could feel your presence growing stronger
at each touch and breath, I know you care.

Treat you like that I always would love you
for calling on me, soon soon, maybe?
I will hear the wind blow and the trees cry
as they whisper your name to tell me your mine.

when that day comes it has to be you or he.
you'll have to show me the DT's or the M&M's.
if either is produced, then I will come free.
until then you can cast all you so want...
either way your image it will always ...haunt.

hippychick
- Sunday, April 25, 1999 at 20:02:30 (PDT)

Within The Desert Of My Mind

Within the desert of my mind, I wander lost,
For without my guide I am blind as I walk
And without resource of finding that oasis.
In that oasis lies a cast garden of wonder that
Only my guide and I can see. Me, I see what I
Had been denied for so long; He, what he was
Never told existed. With the eyes of a child we
Would walk within this oasis, for the desert's harsh
Winds could not find their way inside, and we would
Look at the flowers of hope, arrayed in the blues and
Pinks and grays. Perhaps these flowers are the most
Beautiful, for they only exist here in this garden, in this
Oasis, in this desert that exists in everyone's minds. But I
Can only reach this oasis with my guide.

Within the desert of my mind, I wander lost,
For without my guide . . .

Midnight Horizon
- Sunday, April 25, 1999 at 17:45:52 (PDT)

----------

A predominant count,
of dreams, bagged by the ounce.
My self taught and fixed skills....
....slowly fading and growing gills.

Water enduring water,
an empty nest, to alter.
Stoned to the bone,
and too high, to fly.

*

I am a Judas,
but, are we not all?
How could I do that....
well, u know.....Some fall!
Some trip in the progress,
some linger about............
...I choose Nothingness,
the reason of doubt.
The fear, of here.

*

Falling trough the floor,
Absolution within ore.....
.......Lines lead astray....
........Lines smelts away.
Indifferent upon hooks....
...Nothing, while the mind cooks.
Gone, drifted within, but thus upon.

----------

ZAKAI
- Sunday, April 25, 1999 at 10:48:04 (PDT)

I must be mistaken for thinking its you,
would never be this foolish unless
lustycharm finallly reached you. Oh
suite judy blue eyes was always my
favourite song, why that little leprechaun.

Now that you are here, there needs to be
harmony, balance, and peace flowing free.
Wrestling with disbelief, I still am not too sure
whether it is indeed your tongue within this room
or the scent of another with the same perfume.

patchouly, cinnamon, or even just dragon's blood
I smell the workings of a magican's spell flood
The witty wise wizard is within the world wide web
He is the AM that belongs with I and E is Not the key
for placing the d in front will solve this low mystery.

dam i em good
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 24, 1999 at 18:38:07 (PDT)

REALISTIC REALITY

No time to write
neither day-
nor night

No feelings explored
simply supressed,
ultimately ignored

T'is my Fallacy-
my Reality-
my sobering Actuality

And yet am I,
the hyprocrite of sort
For have I not found time?
Yes- but at a cost ...

the cost of shattering the illusion
stuck within-
this surreal delusion

And even so
the ryhmes are not the same
losing the Gift?
miserable am I with lines so lame!

So shall I Seek the Fork
in which to Tune
Hoping my brilliance will ALAS be discovered-
no later than soon

But "until" , I may only wait
living a laymen's life
destined towards a laymens fate

oh miserable am I within
(not mine) but This World

P.O.Edwards

P.O.Edwards
- Thursday, April 22, 1999 at 18:23:45 (PDT)

Your voice in my head,
the pain you offered
I begged for instead,
pleaded, while you kneaded,
fussed while you were patient,
bound fists, tight ankles,
searing pleasure,
cousin to pain, you slow my
wants, curb my needs, often
bringing me to my knees, but
it's you I live to please.
You are my-master.
QS~
- Thursday, April 22, 1999 at 13:37:48 (PDT)

You have got some serious problems and I'm not hungry
Jane
- Thursday, April 22, 1999 at 13:27:39 (PDT)

Who does turn to and hold in his arms first?
NOT YOU
Do his eyes light when you stumble in the room?
NO
Does he tell you everything?
NO
Does he scream for your attention?
NO

EAT THIS
- Thursday, April 22, 1999 at 13:24:54 (PDT)

We shared the oddity of Tuesdays
We shared our soliloquies
I know the recesses of your Heart
And you've dabbled In every color of me
Love's complete Rapture?
We did not share with SHE
I DON'T LIKE SHARING
- Thursday, April 22, 1999 at 13:18:33 (PDT)

the beautiful spy
that rekons me
and allows me to
contemplate his loyalty
strange it is
I wonder of the grasp I hold
On this marvel boy
In his magic brilliance
I see his need too
In his wealth of knowledge
I sense a hint of
Tragedy
I hope he will be
Loved
By someone more than me
If I could I would offer
Everything to him
If I could I would

Pretend
- Wednesday, April 21, 1999 at 19:04:02 (PDT)

"for B---, at spring break"

the random fallacy of conversation
and heartache lies not in the words
or the feelings or the contradictions
in between--it's all in the spurious
consequence of beautiful people, beautiful
place, and beautiful liquor. In the thrall
of hormones, one human conversation
is both the clouds over the sea
and the sand caught in strands of her hair.

for a moment I was in love w/ her...
this is why i write poems in the sand,
the fingerlicks of water the only readers
of their braille print.
Ed
- Wednesday, April 21, 1999 at 18:55:38 (PDT)

Demon Seed
by
Travis Ray Cole
I wanna bite the apple,I wanna kill the snake
I wanna skin him alive for heavens sake
I wanna bite the apple,spit out the seed
cause the lord knows I'm the demon seed
in revelations or on page one
when he comes calling the deed is done
I wanna eat the apple,I got the hunger and need
for the taste of Eve the morning brings
I wanna bite the apple,kill the snake
take all the blame,it's not her mistake
Written by Travis Ray Cole

Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 21, 1999 at 07:31:18 (PDT)

dont call me
i dont remember you
dont know me
i know not you
dont make me see you
ill just look away
dont confront me
your not my everyday
dont exist
in my life of dream
your not even a lonly memorie
dont think me or any of my blame
dont leave me
i dont remember your name
no wings no angel no way
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 21, 1999 at 07:24:11 (PDT)

dear travis ray cole
you are so pretentious ...
what would make you think
that your work is worth anyone EVER
wanting to copy ?
personaly , I see you post the
same worthless shit everyday
and it really holds no talent
sorry to put hate on such a nice page
but sometimes the beauty of this page is marred
by you travis ray cole
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 20, 1999 at 19:45:38 (PDT)

Our time is here and that I can feel
My heart you are welcomed to steal
but only if you are ready to let go of fear
you know the kind that prevents you
from feeling love deep within side the soul

For im sure that the moment we kiss after you
let go, you will know what I speak of..those feelings of passion stiring around inside yearning for more.

With time on our side, we need to get into sync
you need to focus your energy and I need to think
of ways to have us alone. So cast your spell and I shall wait ..now and forever..for you my soulmate.
Hippychick
- Tuesday, April 20, 1999 at 18:15:21 (PDT)

It's all leaving
If I go inside
Will I find
The words?

It's all leaving
If I go outside
Will I find
The words?

Sometimes I feel so drained
Your touch can fill me up

It's all reason
If I fall behind
Will I ever find
The words?

Sometimes I feel so chained
Your love can lift me up
Tuesday
- Tuesday, April 20, 1999 at 17:48:31 (PDT)

I seem to be at a great loss and it is all my fault
for I never opened up to you the last time we talked
Now all I can hear is your echo deep within my mind
your old saying.....you know, "what the F**k" is catching me everytime as there are traces of you everywhere but you are no where to be found and so I am left bewildered wondering if you really are around

We met for a reason and that I have no doubt, so if you are lerking about, please come forth and give me a kiss, for it is truly you that I do miss.

Hippychick
- Tuesday, April 20, 1999 at 17:24:46 (PDT)

Feelings from the past..........

with each and every breath that I take
I feel you in the pit of my heart ache
Memories of our short lived past I keep
close to my heart and soul hoping someday
you will come from nowhere and take me away

not so long ago, I came knocking at your door
So much I needed to say but never ceased the day.
and for that a price I did pay as you are no longer around. Although I found you once before on a Wednesday afternoon, I need you to travel if there shall be more.

I want..............>

I want to love you, even if it is just for one night
I want you to feel me as I climb deep into your soul
I want to share these feelings with you and make you feel what I feel but the timing needs to be right

I want someday to take you to the caves where we can be alone to finish what we never started.
I want to experience the bonding of our libra souls.
I want you Damien.........

Hippiechick
- Tuesday, April 20, 1999 at 16:54:17 (PDT)

I can't begin to tell you just how confused I really am
I need you in my life but I am afraid to leave him
I often wonder if you need me too or even think of me
for a given moment when the sun turns deep BLUE

im sure you'll understand if this poem reaches YOU
six years have elapsed and I still remember you and
the bond that keeps my mind active with past thoughts, could very well be attributable to the spells we both cast.

yes, I do indeed want you to be bound to me as I am bound to thee...for we two seeds are from the same tree..that I am sure it has been long in the works.. Now and forever ... So mote it be

I wish that just for one day, you would come see me
as I still have much to say. Could this ever be possible, or am I just wasting my time away. This I guess, I'll never know as you are a gypsy moving around the globe.

For me, there is no way to reach you, so I guess I'll just have to wait to see if and/or when fate will intervene to bring you back to me....I just hope its not to late..........777
hippiechick
- Tuesday, April 20, 1999 at 16:07:28 (PDT)

For Alyssa from tip of my heart

lily love
pure and white
how i do miss thee tonite
you are my heart
you know my soul
only with you do i feel whole

Souls intertwined
complex simplicity
forever to twist and spin in harmony
dear lady
dear lady
dearest of all
lovely lady
loveliest lady
you do deserve to be loved by all

little lily
lady love
thy hair so soft
thine eyes so green
only you understand
only you can see
only you
only you
only you for me.

(your forever friend)

Anonymous
- Monday, April 19, 1999 at 23:43:17 (PDT)

"Lab Rats"

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, satellite reception
double dose of cloned mutation
microscopic 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 a**
I smell a rat in space

domestic lab rat died here insane
rat pack, rat patrol, rat breath, cat bait
dying of strychnine poisoning
rat acid, rats bane

written by Travis Ray Cole
©1997Copyright© 1997, 1998, 1999, TRAVIS RAY COLE. No poems from this web-page can be duplicated by any possible means for profit or non-profit distribution, without the permission of the author. All rights reserved.

Anonymous
- Monday, April 19, 1999 at 23:05:45 (PDT)

BROKEN

WALL AROUND

IGNORE
Anonymous
- Monday, April 19, 1999 at 22:30:47 (PDT)

"yeah worry"

I dont care what so ever anymore
i dont remember you
your not a part of whatever it is/was
i mean we are through
.....,honey

mean it
Anonymous
- Monday, April 19, 1999 at 22:28:51 (PDT)

I have spoken my lies
the deepest part of me

.
- Monday, April 19, 1999 at 16:53:31 (PDT)

oh Jesus Christ!
How much longer must I await
at the cornerstone
of this building
which was .......
...... built
for when he comes back
where is MY
Ta Da
?
Ventricle
- Monday, April 19, 1999 at 16:51:17 (PDT)

Kneal before me
"yes beautiful sir"
"RACK" say the pain
oh master
Pinching buds,
Forefinger-thumb dance,
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH,
PLEASURE-PAIN,
he must ordain.
Sounds, words profane
liquid lucidity writhing
beneath.
Will I make it?
I must take it.
Eyes looking into black velveteen
awaiting, a n t i c i p a t i n g,
the unforseen.
OH YES! OH YES !
NO. NO. NOT YET.
Slow your pace my pet,
or mad I will get.
QES
- Monday, April 19, 1999 at 10:19:40 (PDT)

Awake, but really, I'm fine. vacant microphone and 40 cigarrettes, glimmering shoes, a side street show, a vigilant magic box, a goblet 1/4 complete and the sensual tones spilling and I'm awake, but really, I'm fine...
Eerie fornication in my corner, green hue and ecstasy sleeps. Girl in the yellow shirt? Sleeping, beauty slumbers. And I'm awake, but really, I'm fine.
Jane is Lonely
- Sunday, April 18, 1999 at 20:09:17 (PDT)

They walked around in false veils.
They cried tears of straightness.
When all the while the while they
were eating at the Y .
marc
- Sunday, April 18, 1999 at 14:17:11 (PDT)

The grid breaks, as does fall,
a case of primes,
renders-and-grinds, as do all.

The grids melting on and down,
twine my line,
rotating, the-numeric-sound.

Shadows figures shade,
prime the dime,
in me, rage-forms-rave.

Beginning, I stray to quit,
while thus unkind,
time reflects, needs-of-this.

Thoughts be thought,
scaled and nailed,
and, divided-by-sort.

Of sound mind and minding,
I failed the sale,
equating, found-the-nothing.

ZAKAI
- Saturday, April 17, 1999 at 18:45:21 (PDT)

-Alone- G -As a fish-
-As of this- o -In a bowle-
-I- n -Do go-
-No- e -I do lie-
-Me- W -Of blue-
-Yes You- i -Will always be-
-Here free- t -Here to stay-
-Here to pray- h -Not to see-
-Look through- O -Foldeth hands-
-Desolate strands- u -With eyes of blue-
-And eternal delight- t -Thus bitter flight-

ZAKAI
- Friday, April 16, 1999 at 10:28:46 (PDT)

I guess i dont love nothing
I LOVE YOU
i guess i dont have nothing at all
die high die inside
love you
to me living is taking chances
over and .....out
world is clean and heatlhy
its just me yeah
=================================
"N"
As she leaned against me
I stared inro nothing
forgeting what i was forgeting
when she looks at me then i know
if she wanted me
then i dont know
==================================

complaint removed
your life restrained
heat plus heat eguals hate

Travis Cole
- Friday, April 16, 1999 at 07:26:02 (PDT)

unable to move,
unwilling to try.
laying on my bed,
watching my life tick by.
not a friend in the world,
nor a penny to my name.
what's the difference if i live or die?
to me it's all the same.

all i have are memories,
of people that left me here.
why does it really matter?
it's just another lost year.
regrets almost eat me alive,
here in my musty room,
here in my darkened room,
here in my eternal room.
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 15, 1999 at 20:39:14 (PDT)

A parent of faith,
within a mothers eyes,
governing blind disgrace.

As sleep in water,
as in a smell,
twice I falter.

Suspended upon hooks,
Non-linear, crowns not,
but repent, all I took.

Strings weave thoughts,
praise be thee,
weave me not short.

Sophia, thou chase within me sleep,
celestial check-mate,
awake me, while I weep.

When the dreamed, is a dreamer,
When the universal machine,
beguiles a screamer.

The rage of a need,
the loss of wings,
savor me, sweet temperance and peace.

ZAKAI
- Thursday, April 15, 1999 at 17:29:15 (PDT)

Suddenly my soul is gripped by the realization that i am nothing
an inconsistant unimportant instant in the
air
Clutching my head in my hands i realize the briefness of this life
(the static of a radio softly tormenting my sudden state of clarity
Blue-the color
it has a meaning
a color has a purpose.
Me-i have no solor in this world
(no color of my own)
Clear as the glass in a window, my soul posseses no song.

People pass me by
day after day after day
Some stop.
Some stare.
Some enter unaware
Looking to find
Finding to fear
Fearing to lose
Lose thier life.

Turning on thier heel the exit
-they exit faded-
By the black hole vortex
i call myself.
Anonymous6
- Thursday, April 15, 1999 at 15:33:29 (PDT)

Fake it.
Shake it.
Stuff it in your pocket, amongst the dust and the lint.
Zip it into your soul, and lose it among the shadows.
Tear your mind in search of somthing real
And never mend
never mind
never care.
Blow away the dust and stand.
Stand,
when you can't stand to
Sit.
Anonymous5
- Thursday, April 15, 1999 at 15:23:53 (PDT)

du er min nat....min afhængihed...de små perler af koldt sved der drypper fra mit hjerte....
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 15, 1999 at 15:09:03 (PDT)

A tango in the room of my magic station
A Crucial claim to the Anti-sane corporation
In the room, soon after delicately seeking my savory symphony Divine (whip cream in a can),
My Supernatural Epiphany lays and dances and enhances my colorful tones melting the way to her lips
"How's this?" she says, entangling her fingertips
into my Mess of Forbidden Caress
Fierce attack, now hold me now hold me now
ahhhh, the mouth, a breath mesh, a desperate meeting in the flesh, then my heart confesses Your eyes are my hope chest, take everything
I'll find salvation in your surreal angelicness
You I love You

Jane
- Thursday, April 15, 1999 at 14:06:41 (PDT)

."THE HIGH-PRIEST OF LAKE SHORE DRIVE"

Look at me I'm still alive
I'm the high priest of Lake Shore Drive
conseded but its not a lie
I'm the high priest of Lake Shore Drive
its a hundred miles to your mind
if you don't want me,well alright,ok
but that love can't go away
I don't need it,to think your name
its all thats there love insane
So what if it snows outside
I love you without trying
never think about dying
somehow you will be mine
look at me I'm still alive
I'm the high-priest of Lake Shore Drive
and all I want is you this time
I'm the high-priest of Lake Shore Drive
your the only reason of mine
got to try and explain
you make my mind 25or6to4
and it makes since to me like before
wheres your heart right now
wheres mine
wheres the start of this maze
the end is the begining
say no to pain
Look at me I'm still alive
I'm the high priest of Lake Shore Drive
your my religion
and get me high
I'm the high priest of Lake Shore Drive
travis with a map facing north on Lake Shore Drive
Written by Travis Ray Cole {c}copyright1998

"I just tripped a wire"

I just tripped a wire I can't get it back
I can climb your barb-wire fence
you just scratched my back
I just tripped a wire and I can't get it back
I felt it kissing my ass goodbye,never to relive it
I just tripped a wire I felt it all go
nomore life this time thats the end of the show
I just tripped a wire theres no more telling time
theres no tomorrow
and a word of nothing at the end of the line
I just tripped a wire felt it say goodbye
i've got no regilious prefrence tell my love a lie
got no nothing in this life i got no chance to wait
no more reason forever tell me if you can relate
i just tripped a wire it aint coming back
i just lost it this time forever gone I can't take it back
I just tripped a wire my heart and soul don't know
theres nothing out there ,anyway
but pieces of my mind for me it's the end of time
I just tripped a wire
its not coming back,you got no heart in this world
and the sky is turning black
you know where it comes from
Written by Travis Ray Cole{c}copyright1997

"TRIPPING ON WHATS HER NAME"
{I said}
ACID ACID LSD ,SOME FOR YOU AND MORE FOR ME
ACID I SAID ACID I SAID ACID I SAID ACID ACID LSD
DI-LYSERGICACID DITHYLIEMIDETARTRATE.25
EGO TRIPPIN WITHOUT GUILT OR PAIN
AND ITS JUST YOU,love turning IN MY BRAIN
I CAN TASTE YOU WITH MY TEETH
AND A NEW COLOR I CAN SEE seek
AND ANOTHER ONE THAT IS A RED STREAK
LIKE THE BLOODTASTE LIFE I'VE GOT LEFT
I KNOW NOW YOUR THE BEST, BREATH,WHATS LEFT
BURNIN DEEP IN MY MIND AN IMAGE FOREVER TIME
ACID ACID LSD SOME FOR YOU AND MORE FOR ME
ACID ISAID ACID ISAID ACID ISAID
ACID ISAID ACID ISAID
ACID ACID ACID LSD
In the morning drained almost ready for sleep maybe
some orange juice will replinish the deep ,I think
I knew a girl like albert hoffman, trying to cure a cold
warmed me up for hours with a love so exciting
I thought that color was a sin
on the fretboard chessmen moving
never saying your game is over ,
but knowing when it began .turn turn your turn to
read between the lines find the right trail one more
time I laugh thinking about hell,what were you thinking

Written by Travis Ray Cole (c)copyright1980

"Shes not my girlfriend shes the government"

Whats a girl like you doin' in a place like this?
If i try any harder I can handle it
I get high looking at you
and does this now make me a fool
I love the art when you dance in my mind
If I chill you put me on hold like main-line
echos of my dreams you f$@# my mind
all the feedback and not enough ryhyme
I made you my reliegion and prayed for it
every thesaurus is full of it
the wordsI've got for you are somehow--------
whats a girl like you doin' in a place like this
I would've wrote about the garden but you'll get over it
I would never trade you in or make a fed-real case of it
SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND SHES THE GOVERNMENT

"SHES NOT MY GIRLFRIEND,SHE'S THE GOVERNMENT"

She's not my girlfriend she's the GOVERNMENT tryin' to save my ass
I only refuse it I 'm not gonna conform into want she wants ,forget it
She's not my girlfriend shes my government

WRITTEN BY TRAVIS RAY COLE {c} copyright1995

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"CHURCH WORDS"

Churchwords
breeding without reason
well ,ain't we magicians?
your reading Aleister Crowley
talking bout shakespere county
CHURCHWORDS
maybe we should burn something
like THE CALLING in the oven
they're taking on thier own life
out of print feedback you call it infemy
"CHURCHWORDS"
VOODOO HEART ARGRESSIONLESS
SUPERSTITIOUS PROSTITUTE THIS
PROTECTECTION CONSULE RESIST
THIS IS HOW YOUR GOING TO CURE ME
NO GOLD NO GOAL LOVE SPELL
GO TO HELL
"CHURCHWORDS"
SATAN DEVIL SATANISM GOD CHRIST
PRIEST FUNDS SECURITY
THE DEVIL RAPED MY MOM
THE DEVIL DOG THE UPSIDE DOWN GOD
ALL I KNOW IS CHURCH WORDS
UNINSPIRING WITCH CODES BURNT
INSANE RELIGION TOXIC LIP AUTHROTIES
CHURCHWORDS
CONFORM TO YOUR IDEALS IN MY SLEEP
LIVE CATCH 22 COUNTING SHEEP
WHAT THE F*&# YOU DON'T LIKE MARY
THE SNAKE MOTHER CLOSE YOUR EYES
MAKING THE CELL BIGGER USE DRAIN DIE
ONE MORE TIME
CHURCHWORDS
BURN SOMETHING say what you feel
feel what is real live to die get a life

Written by Travis Ray Cole{c}copyright1998

microchip
- Thursday, April 15, 1999 at 07:37:05 (PDT)

in the eyes

help me remember
i have feelings too
remember me
i don't know right now ever
i hurts
make it stop please
show me freedom from the pain
be my hero
eat from me and save your soul
pure is painless
i have all my love
to give
to
her
i sit and hear the music
it touches me
makes me cry
i walk a step behind
i pray for the morning
i die for yesterday
i can't sleep anymore
i fear my own future
how will i be born again
dance with me
show me he way
make me see what i am missing
she does understand why i cry
reaching for stoic suicide
viewed by others as a cry for help
it is escape from a skewed reality
i know i fear everything
thats why i am like me
if i thought i could handle it
i would be afraid
but i am in your eyes
and my own
all the time
all of me
it is the way of things
i love you
we are just a rose
in the eyes of another.
Brandon
- Wednesday, April 14, 1999 at 23:56:47 (PDT)

words

talk in everlasting words
and
dedicate them all to me
and i will give you all my life.
i'm here if you should call to me.
you think that i don't even mean a single word
i say.
it's only words
and words are all i have
to take your heart away.
Brandon
- Wednesday, April 14, 1999 at 23:47:55 (PDT)

untitled#2

i wish i was the color of water so everyone could see right through me. everyone would know me. i could hide nothing. neverending secrets flowing out of me like a geyser. no stopping the endless flowing. gaining more and more until the river breaks through. exploding. then i would be no more. so many would understand me. looking at my insides revealed. looking and learning.
Brandon
- Wednesday, April 14, 1999 at 23:43:50 (PDT)

untitled

whenever i am alone or by myself i tend to dream
so it may seem and leave my earthly body behind
with my spirit roaming the vast endless boundaries
of my imagination hoping that in these lonely times
thinking or dreaming of that one true love might
cure me of this illness for the time being.
Brandon
- Wednesday, April 14, 1999 at 23:38:12 (PDT)

long term madness
in my magic candy tree
lites lites
holding me insanity
wish the taste would fade
thanx for the card
pretty children too
she was just a whirl
on the playground vortex like contraption
subtraction
I feel a little kinky
I feel a little
and she didnt see me peering
you make me want to be a better GRILLL

Ventricle
- Wednesday, April 14, 1999 at 20:29:12 (PDT)

I will find you in a crowded room
I will knock you off your feet
I will burn you just like teenage love
I will eat you just like meat
I will breake you into peices
hold you up for all the world to see
yeah what makes you think your better?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 14, 1999 at 20:21:10 (PDT)

HI FUCKER
WOT YA LOOKER
AT
........
YOU THINK THE IRISH ARE NICE WELL FUCK YOU YOU FAT ASS
AMERICANS. LEAVE MONICA ALONE.
ON THE PHONE.
WITH BILL.
SHE MISSED HER PILL.
HE HAS ANOTHER,
BASTARD
BASTARD
CHILD
ON THE FUCKING OH PUN,
ON THE WAY.
CHELSEA IS A GEEKY SLAPPER
WE WANNA RAPPER
IN SHEETS OF HATE AND DEATH.
CHOKE.
CHOKE.
BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
the venga girlz
- Wednesday, April 14, 1999 at 11:07:08 (PDT)

STEREO
HYPE
TYPE
STEREO
STEREO
STEREO
TYPE
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 14, 1999 at 09:36:33 (PDT)

Embrace me with your mind...
Kiss me one thousand times.
But most important...
Tickle me with your thoughts, dreams and eyes.
Stroke me with your words..
Excite me with your laughter..please remember
Kiss me one thousand times.
Protect me with your strength and make promises throught your actions.
Love me and my shadowed past...
Kiss me one thousand times.
Surprise me with adventure....take me on a journey..
Love me as I am..and it shall be returned.
Kiss me one thousand times....
Morgan Pedford
- Wednesday, April 14, 1999 at 09:24:08 (PDT)

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"ITS TO LATE"

Too late
Its to late,Its to late,no wait
Its to late Its to late no way
ok, see straight, yeah to late
The 100th time Its happened blues
got nomore reason too
you really got me confused
I'm down on the Ideal that I don't want to lose you
don't let It be to late you don't feel the same way
to late Its to late Its to late
no wait stop this thing
Its no way I'll stop feeling this way
I don't want to lose you
I don't want to lose you no
I don't want to live like I do
Alone anyway all I need is to find away
to make you feel the same
because Its not to late
I'll want you tomorrow too
I'm lost in this I don't want to lose
I need you
Written by Travis Ray Cole(c)copyright1996

"Whats in a name?"

A rose by any other name,does not equal you
don't judge a rose by it's color,
one petal is not even close to the truth
roses dying on the cross,no way to rebloom
give me your love, I'll give it back
I only want a girl like you
a path of rose petals opening up for love feeling truth
a lie about a rose could come back & stick right into you
a trail of roses on the ground for you to walk upon
even without love, a rose dies and is gone
when your love grows deep in the heart of the sun
with the mist of dew in its mind, waiting for the summer
all the time... you spent waiting, thought I'd never come
from the bush where love emerges and unfolds our love
a bud has awakened ,everythings coming up roses
and the rose water that is steeping is distilling for your
lucious loving mind
Written by Travis Ray Cole{c}copyright1997
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Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 14, 1999 at 07:01:00 (PDT)

your right
i work for the underground railroad
and theres blackmail under the bed
thats right its a little late
and the liquors gone they said
so you think your the station
sound man done me wrong
all my feedback
they tell me what you said
salesman sell tomorrow
but shes another,might as well buy some gold
two hundred people
are not enuff for a revalouition
you can say that
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 14, 1999 at 06:56:05 (PDT)

resurrection

did your heart stop when you first heard from me again
how did you feel (you feel?)
did you feel
resurrection
did you feel mahler
his 300 piece symphony
screaming in your ear
resurrection
how did you feel (you feel)
did you feel me
my 300 piece heart
broken in your face
resurrection
how did you feel (feel!)
did you feel death
my 300 piece heart
dead all over again
how do i feel (i feel,)
resurrection
never shall i waste my breath
again
mg
- Tuesday, April 13, 1999 at 17:37:30 (PDT)

"Prayer to Blonde"

Summer Hot she'll need me
love and hate and greed
muillinium baby
a mixture of you and me
cant refuse
expected in your arms
gone
back to me
find free
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 13, 1999 at 13:21:03 (PDT)

"NEW ROCK OPEREA'S"{PARTS THREE AND FOUR}

Want
dont need anymore trials
seperation

"LOSERS LAMENT"
SIR,YES SIR
I KNEW I COULD'NT BE WHAT YOU ARE
WHEN WE STARTED,SIR

Step back,big picture

Triste muerte musica
Apatias hacer dano a
dolor corazon rasgon
pinchazo no mas guitaria
recaccion
llorar forro sangrar

"Why cant you be my everything"
Why cant we remain
why cant you love me
would you if i had money?
never too
never going too
never too
never going too
love again
why cant you be my everything
why cant we remain
creator of heart no way to be
everything
{working title-REFUND}

Why does everything i want have to be 4sale
theres no over you
why does everything i need not even feel
why does everything i want have to be for sale
give you all i got

hell
or sells ones self
no lie to waste
hurt for sale
no way to die
why does everything
why dont you need
theres nothing i could give you
take away from me
whens this hell gone,over?
forget about the way you do
everything baby
fuck account too.
lies for sale take one
or sells oneself
one time for what
i spent time on you
everything
spend yourself waste time on me
dont ever know
sells the past painted blue
take away from me
why does everything i want have to be for sale

think about
creator of hate
no more me
all over you
i want only you
love only please
I guess she lies because she cares
alls lost in love never enuff
you dont care
you dont care
I guess she lies as if I aint
and im not no more
why does everything have to be like this

travis ray cole

Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 13, 1999 at 13:05:38 (PDT)

Nadir

Lying next to me
I can feel your heat
Lying to myself
So I can breathe

The words get stuck
In my throat
As I choke down
My last bit of hope

I want to make you feel
Everything
I want you to hear me
When I sing

These sounds of pleasure
Are steeped in pain
I hold on tighter
All in vain
Coil my thoughts into disease
Until I sin with such great ease

Everything I thought I was is wrong
Everything I thought I was is gone

© 1997 The Violet Hour

Tuesday
- Tuesday, April 13, 1999 at 11:00:37 (PDT)

Winter

I feel that winter's on it's way
I see the summer sky turn grey
There is so much to be done
And so many smiles to fake
I feel that winter's on it's way

Pick a number for my future
So I can stand I line
I'm just trying to find something
To occupy my time
Putting my face together
At every stop light
Pick a number for my future
So I can stand I line

Hand over hand I make my way through the door
The pressure nearly rips me
Hand over hand I make my way through the door
The pressure nearly rips me

I feel that winter's on it's way
Another 15 minutes before I have to face the day
There are so many days
Why can't this one go away?
I feel that winter's on it's way

Hand over hand I make my way through the door
The pressure nearly rips me
Hand over hand I make my way through the door
The pressure nearly rips me

And you can see it's gone away
It's gone too far to live this way
And you can see it's gone astray
I've come too far to give this way
And you can see it in my eyes
I've come too far to live this lie
And I can see it in your eyes
It's gone too far

And I come to my feet
My crucifixion complete
And I feel winter's on it's way

© 1997 The Violet Hour
Tuesday
- Tuesday, April 13, 1999 at 10:55:05 (PDT)

Tightrope

If I concede I lose my will
If I recede I lose more still
So I hold tight to my respite
Clinging on with all my might

You’re my balance, I'm your guide
You're my last chance, I'm your bride
We may fall one and all
We may fly or crawl

And it goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on …
Bending this way, twisting that
The mystery is never gone

I'll feed the God that's in you
I'll be the Goddess with you
I'll feed the sinner in you
Fill your empty center

We walk the tightrope full of hope
Seeking shelter we can cope
You be the one, I'll be the sun
We can walk or run

The greatest fear becomes too clear
And everything was all so near
Fill this hole that is my soul
Give me some control

And it goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on …
Bending this way, twisting that
The mystery is never gone

I'll feed the God that's in you
I'll be the Goddess with you
I'll feed the sinner in you
Fill your empty center

I'll feed the God that's in you
I'll be the Goddess with you
I'll be the sinner with you
Fill your empty center

I'll feed the God that's in you
I'll be the Goddess in your soul

Tuesday
- Tuesday, April 13, 1999 at 10:43:04 (PDT)

Alone and levitating my angel in sleep
Moisturize my Anti-abandonment instinct
Stay for awhile and drink some Me
Whip cream in a can, it wasn't free, but you treated me
Don't leave I have yet to weave the fabric of my visions underneath your pillow
Fuck your missions
Stay, will you?

Jane
- Monday, April 12, 1999 at 22:32:13 (PDT)

Cutting you out of my life,
Loves' surgeon I've become.
Slicing away at the thin membrane
That used to make us one..

Cauterize my feelings
Weld my bleeding heart.
Sewn together sheets of metal
Built to keep you out.

Sterilize,
Cauterize
Not to bleed again.

Sanitize,
Realize
What I felt is dead.
Mars T. Planet
- Monday, April 12, 1999 at 21:53:33 (PDT)

"i lust after you"
what does it all mean?
"i lust after you"
what century do you live in?
who saids that anymore- lust.
why don't you just come out and just say it in
simple term
in cut time
no bullshit
no artistic style
"i lust after you"
what does it all mean?
"i lust after you"
why don't you just come out and just say it in
simple words
i want to fuck you
i want to fuck you
i want to fuck you and then dispose of you
there's nothing wrong with that
"i lust after you"
bullshit
you just need a home for your lonely horny
dick
mg
- Monday, April 12, 1999 at 20:04:38 (PDT)

I feel I may be whole
with a touch of desire
much to be desired
I fear I may be whole
you see you see
much abandoned in
my time
I say I may be whole
hole and incomplete
simple time.....
please pass
your breath
to me
I think I may be whole
blatant reaction
three eigths time
hello may I hold your
cock?

ventricle
- Monday, April 12, 1999 at 19:23:54 (PDT)

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"POSTAL WORKER"

BAD SYSTEM,BAD,BAD
postal worker postal worker postal worker postal worker
POSTAL WORKER POSTAL WORKER
Woody Guthrie Woody Guthrie
J.F.K. J.F.K.
worksongs worksongs
the post office should sell fast food

Written by Travis Ray Cole{c}copyright1997

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"Sex and Tobacco"

Oil spills,contaminated water
lab sample analiysis,damaged animals
additionally dumped waste products
in the hot morning sand

Written by Travis Ray Cole{c}copyright1995

"The Eye of Newt,Pigs Eye Newt"

In the morning,In the mud,bloodshot eyes full of bugged
threes and fours quarter till,hog fed blues ,WHAT IS REAL
RRRIGHT!Hog fed blues late edition,inquiringly true
Pigs eye nuked,pigs eye nuked,pigs eye nuked,pigs eye nuked
They call him bugs now we know why
They said hes dirty now we know why
they meant to mean it they knew if he tried
Pigs eye blues its going down its going down over over
In the midnite In the moon pig gets thirsty call it..CODE BLUE
pigs eye nuked pigs eye nuked,pigs eye nuked pigs eye nuked
hog fed blues and rollin in it too.oink
After adult curfew at this time the only thing out is
All these lights red,white&blue
is a little lightshow 4 pigs like you
Written by Travis Cole{c} 1995

"ABORT THE MISSION"

ABORT THE MACHINE, ABORT THE MACHINE
ABORT THE MISSION
ABORT THE MACHINE ,ABORT THE MACHINE
ABORT THE MISSION

Written by Travis Ray Cole (c)copyright1996

travis ray cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net

Anonymous
- Monday, April 12, 1999 at 07:16:20 (PDT)

It all starts at 'hello'.
My curiosity peaks and I press on.

Her conversation seems to flow.
I wonder if it's her nature?
She fills the void with whimsy.

I wonder what she looks like?
I wonder how she smells?
I wonder how she feels?
I wonder.

Imagine features golden in the light.
Her look is of soft moonlight with a touch of cinnamon.
Imagine a halo of softness that clouds envy.
Her fingers, slender and speaking,
Adjust her halo into a mischievous tilt.
She has a wild side, you know.
Her scent is warm and inviting.
Apple crisps and long summer days.
The heat of the fire in the hearth
Gives pause to her touch.
Protecting and loved is all in her embrace.

I wonder.

She leaves me briefly to warm the room
And I feel the light travel away with her.
Yes.
She is a special one.

All ends well.
As much as it started,
But with no goodbye.
Or did it end?
Is this a beginning?
Fortunes hold
Yet to be told.
No ending.
No ending.

Soon she comes and I will know
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