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Oh Thy Goddess Katrina
Wherefore art thou?
I have long to taste of thee
have you to deny my very words

Oh thy goddess Katrina
I toast a round
a game of cat and mouse
where is thy lovly eyes fore I long to gaze upon
a thought that passes a dream would last

Oh thy Goddess Katrina
I kneel to thee
and kiss thy very hand that writ
not of I, or love
fore what is love
I know not,fore I know not you

Does thouist reconize the words I have spoken
I kiss the ground you walketh upon
I water your roses with tears
sounding as those of notes

Thy lovely Goddess Katrina
I ask of you that I please ith thee
with words of a thousand heartaches
with eyes red and mind clouded with the pain
of not holding thy goddess' hand

kiss the goddess' lovely fingers
until My heart knoweth thy name
oh a thousand and one dinners
to gaze upon your hair your lips
the moonlight would show your movement

has thou longed to bake me speggitti?

Travis Ray Cole
- Sunday, August 15, 1999 at 21:42:08 (PDT)

I am every fucking thing....


And just a little more




(your talkin' to the queen baby)







And I would move out ... live on the streets and become a
crack addict just to spite you

Ventricle
- Sunday, August 15, 1999 at 21:06:41 (PDT)

You can take off
Your gloves
Boxing Boy
You've finally
Forced my hands down

Pretynd
- Sunday, August 15, 1999 at 21:02:04 (PDT)

Hurt
WHY THE HELL DOES LIFE HAVE TO BE SO PAINFUL??
Damn you
Hurt me no longer
Leave!
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 15, 1999 at 20:09:48 (PDT)

life taken
gunshot heard
blood. . .blood
everywhere red
I can't take it anymore!
hurt
when will it end?
twisting turning
endless pain
guilt is creeping
HELP ME!! HELP ME!!
screaming

gunshot heard
life taken
this one my own
end

AiliA_LuLu
- Sunday, August 15, 1999 at 19:46:08 (PDT)

Finally The Ayatolla HAS COME BACK to Pandora's Box


Hanging out with dudes my dad's age was the most fun I've had in a long time
Jumping in the pool with chairs
WWF Superstar in the Steakhouse
I got to meet Bradshaw !
Experiencing the entire Charlotte Coliseum becoming an altar
I actually grew closer to God
...and it made me think about the way my life is going
...the way I act...the company I keep...the things I do...The things I think...
It was definataly a good experience I'll never forget




Choose This Day........

Ayatolla
- Sunday, August 15, 1999 at 18:10:08 (PDT)

I am between your touch and One other.
Forgive that dirty part that wants our skins to mingle
true, it confuses me more
when you take me heatedly and make my honey swell and tingle
an act of desperation, hunger
It makes me wonder
why am I the discovery of a lifetime?
Is it my spirit? Is it the challenge?
The fear of solitude?
Thank you for letting me touch you
Experience you
Please come back again
Robot Man, let me in
Let me win
and yes, I have no idea where to begin
to tell you
You ARE ALWAYS THERE
in that room
you know, that white room in my head
with the plain white walls.

I am You

many shades
- Sunday, August 15, 1999 at 13:41:15 (PDT)

I casted a hue lit shadow
over across through the sky
the creatures moved in shock
and my world began to knock
as I tried to undo you and I
here's some advice for you
let love live and let lone
unless yr preference is cream
torchering yourself must do

Anonymous
- Sunday, August 15, 1999 at 13:08:36 (PDT)

go away, go away, go away

plans were made
dates were set
times were picked
for a night out
years have come
years have gone
still havent went
for a night out
are you not with it
dontyou understand
if I and you havent
happened then why do
you still wait around
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 15, 1999 at 12:54:27 (PDT)

you gave to me your word
and I gave to you my sin
together we understand it
separated youll repeat it
not sure where you fit in
or even if there is room
triangles do imply three
as do you and I and he
we're merely just notes
he made from his music.
frolicing around in sync
completely surrounded by thou
there is no way to break us
there is no way no time how
never say never, isnt that
what they say? One thing is
for certain never doesnt rhyme


Anonymous
- Sunday, August 15, 1999 at 12:35:02 (PDT)

Misery loves company.. so why don't you side over to my side..
I'll take that pure heart of yours and turn it as black as mine..
Steadily you walk towards my trap....Looks decieve I might seem
weak but I'm much stronger than you think...Crying out help me please
help me.. I show a sad face with a tear flowing down..Sitting
by my side you tell me everything will be alright..I grin and whisper
to you ..I'm the spider you are my fly caught in my web of all I the
things I despise .. I being draining your soul from your body..Quickly
I run away to spread my disease to another who will feel sorry for me

Anonymous
- Sunday, August 15, 1999 at 10:33:35 (PDT)

Misery loves company.. so why don't you side over to my side..
I'll take that pure heart of yours and turn it as black as mine..
Steadily you walk towards my trap....Looks decieve I might seem
weak but I'm much stronger than you think...Crying out help me please
help me.. I show a sad face with a tear flowing down..Sitting
by my side you tell me everything will be alright..I grin and whisper
to you ..I'm the spider you are my fly caught in my web of all I the
things I despise .. I bein draining your soul from your body..Quickly
I run away to spread my disease to another who will feel sorry for me

Anonymous
- Sunday, August 15, 1999 at 10:33:18 (PDT)

the wind rips through
to blow our covers
the rain drips over
with clouds that hover
what and who might ye be
you have traveled too far
to simply just frighten me
do as I say but not as I do
I am the copy cat culprit
you dream of every other nite.

blow your mind and your dick
I am filled with joy most of
the time, there comes a time
when all else fails, to use
your imagination for getting
a head. Success is a y stick
that leads me to all of you
although I am particularily
only interested in him or you.
I know my wants, and have desires
life is what you make it not from fires
there's too much heat im off this beat.
giving up is what I have come to know
I will not surrender to what you bequest
I only take my coffee with half and half
because I like my cake and want to eat it 2
& dont want 2 worry bout calories catching on















Anonymous
- Sunday, August 15, 1999 at 10:33:06 (PDT)

Misery loves company.. so why don't you side over to my side..
I'll take that pure heart of yours and turn it as black as mine..
Steadily you walk towards my trap....Looks decieve I might seam
weak but I'm much stronger than you think...Crying out help me please
help me.. I show a sad face with a tear flowing down..Sitting
by my side you tell me everything will be alright..I grin and whisper
to you ..I'm the spider you are my fly caught in my web of all I the
things I despise .. I bein draining your soul from your body..Quickly
I run away to spread my disease to another who will feel sorry for me

Anonymous
- Sunday, August 15, 1999 at 10:32:48 (PDT)

The weekend went by.....slowly but surely.....the beer
cans piled up, the roaches multiplied.....the hangovers were granted.......you did your shit.....I did mine.........It was good.....don't you think ?
Smirnoff George
- Sunday, August 15, 1999 at 05:36:14 (PDT)

A piano so grand it lives up to it's name
in a window so big it can not be framed
on statues shine the light of the sun
and real art lives
where there should be walls
clouded ceiling windows
a clock moves in time stealing life
she could be anything but she only takes
as I dream theres no answer to save







travis ray cole
- Sunday, August 15, 1999 at 00:16:21 (PDT)

your the only one I think about on the road
under the stone
in the sky
until I die
your the only one I think to
am I getting thru?
there is no me there is no you
the world is us us is you
I dream awake await in a dream dream state
your the one I see alone
in the dark without the sky
shadows taking returning glimpes to the clouds
reflecting of the water nothing
you the one I thought of
you the one I love your the one that hears me cry
when the strings try to stop me cage me
the pulling move me muniulating
I can't stand the thought of me saying this to me
I know your real
you know how I feel
your the only one who hears these things
you don't know how well you know me

Anonymous
- Saturday, August 14, 1999 at 23:12:09 (PDT)

reception is loud and clear
to now enter the dream state
a place filled with mystery
where no one knows your name
only to have been brought here
under your foolish little game

Suddenly awakened by the host, I
appear to be angry but im just confused
for a moment I was going, now Im not so sure
cause the reception is fading, Im waking up
and your quickly transforming into a ghost.

I would want you but not how you thinky
is loving half of me what you desire
for it is only in my dreams I am whole
reality for the rest pure is not my soul
I only want you cause I know your kinky.






Anonymous
- Saturday, August 14, 1999 at 21:59:24 (PDT)

Alone in the night, I like to be alone.
No T.V., no internet, not even the phone
is on. Peace nowadays, comes this way
There is too much to choose from, "I can't
get no relief"(Hendrix) I want so much to
enjoy them but know that would be wrong.






Anonymous
- Saturday, August 14, 1999 at 21:25:28 (PDT)

i know you hear me..
i know you see me..
i know of you looking for me..
i know of your love for me...
please tell me..
i love you...
please tell me..
i need you...
please tell me..
youll be back..
dan...
dan...
dan...
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 14, 1999 at 14:17:30 (PDT)

your the one I'm thinking about
your the one I love
your the only one who reads my words
your my heaven burning love
your the one I dream to
your the only one
because theres noone else with us
theres noone else in lust
your the one I think of in my mind
the world dont know
I could never see them
it's you I only think of
yes its you the one I love
your the one I believe in
its you
your the only one who hates me
with so much love
its you
in the wind I whisper to none
your the only one who hears me
its you in every song
your the one the only one who reads me
like a book




Anonymous
- Saturday, August 14, 1999 at 13:29:23 (PDT)

I threw up
in the parking lot
and my hair hung
in my face
can i have your number
anyway?
the guy he preached on
hope
and I don't have much
of stuff like that
i want to be pretty
and liked
and have a nice house
in some nice place
but that's bullshit
cause I can only
throw up in parking lots
and you'll pull up your pants
and smack my ass
and tell me i'm pretty
but that isn't what
i meant
i mean
can i have tan legs in the summer
and wear shorts
my mother wouldn't like
and call you home
and can you clean up
my puke in the parking lot
i keep digressing
and maybe i'm just
a metaphor

WC, USA

WC, USA
- Friday, August 13, 1999 at 23:49:32 (PDT)

And you know it
your the one I write to
its you and only you
your the only one I ever knew
you are the one I always think of
the one I really love the one that doe'nt feel it
when I feel like this for you
your the one I write to
your the one I thought I knew
in the time thats left
I wanted to say its you
theres no one else it could mean anything to
then of coarse I'll always throw in a
non-assocated line or two
to lie to me about you
its you and you know its you
your the one I lie to when I say I dream at all
it me that I hide in when I see that I not gonna
feel no way at all
its you the one I hate to say goodbye to
I love...............my heart don't know
Anonymous
- Friday, August 13, 1999 at 22:55:55 (PDT)

I would never write anything
that was'nt to or about you
I would never live a life in vain
an echo of an excuse
another line only directed to
I would never write anything
I would never think of kidding about living the truth
if it did not include
I would never write anything
that was not for about to you

Anonymous
- Friday, August 13, 1999 at 19:25:06 (PDT)

Everything I write is to you
yeah you
your the only one that I write to
eveytime I think its true
all I ever think about
how do I live without
everything I ever do
is missing the answer
you
everything I write is to you
everything I say has a message
if only to me about you

Anonymous
- Friday, August 13, 1999 at 19:14:42 (PDT)

I am between your touch and One other.
Forgive that dirty part that wants our skins to mingle
true, it confuses me more
when you take me heatedly and make my honey swell and tingle
an act of desperation, hunger
It makes me wonder
why am I the discovery of a lifetime?
Is it my spirit? Is it the challenge?
The fear of solitude?
Thank you for letting me touch you
Experience you
Please come back again
Robot Man, let me in
Let me win
and yes, I have no idea where to begin
to tell you
You ARE ALWAYS THERE
in that room
you know, that white room in my head
with the plain white walls.

I am You
many shades
- Friday, August 13, 1999 at 13:49:26 (PDT)

SUPERCALIFRADGILISTICEXPIEALIFUCKINDOCIOUS !!! nOW
i fEEl mUcH bedda.....don'T yOu ?
crack-ho-trick !!
- Friday, August 13, 1999 at 10:31:40 (PDT)

Ayatolla, this is for you : YOU MUST BE A LEDGEND IN YOUR OWN COMPACT MIND, so shut the f-ck up !!!!
Anonymous
- Friday, August 13, 1999 at 10:23:25 (PDT)

"Moved"

The Dragon rips across the skies and cuts it into
world spins from inside
clouds die to create moons
The universe begins again and blends into one
earth machine spins around
suns melt into suns
anything in the way is taken
inside all you hear are drums
it's your heart laughing
in the taste of blood
root of optic delision
inner rock movements
history dies for what?
you wait in the triangle
where alantis never was
the world opens up slowly
death denys the lust
dragons wings are ripped and torn
fires burn as hell seizes up
the clouds are blood red
and your all in love
tommorrow lied to us.





Travis Ray Cole
- Friday, August 13, 1999 at 06:16:57 (PDT)

i got the fear last night
you know the fear of being alone
the fear of having everything
taken away from you
the fear of never finding your way again
but it soon gos
i can breathe once more
the beating soon stops
i can open my eyes

shine
- Friday, August 13, 1999 at 03:55:12 (PDT)

i swore to myself not to do it anymore
but just the day he told me,
let me know how much he really loves me,
i couldn't deter myself from
hating myself anymore.
he gave me strength and support
but all i ever understood was:
PUNISH YOURSELF!!!
jamie
- Friday, August 13, 1999 at 03:45:23 (PDT)

Ok Here's the trick
Lay me down
Make me scream sea sick
Upon your fervrent valleys
Flesh

spread, knead, Bleed

That's it...I need

Jane
- Friday, August 13, 1999 at 01:44:14 (PDT)

Mariella Mariella Mariella
Mar-ie-lla
Mar-ie-lla
Mar-ie-lla

wanna get married?
NO

Mar-ie-lla
Mar-ie-lla
Mar-ie-lla

Please,please for me Travis?
one favor
I'm so hungry
I'm so hungry
please for me casadas?

Marriella Marriella Marriella
Mar-ie-lla Mar-ie-lla Mar-ie-lla
I so hungry I could eat
Mar-ie-lla
Mar-ie-lla
Mar-ie-lla
I want to make you a pizza
Marriella sittin in a tub of mozzerlla
with some black olives and tomatoes
cheddar cheese
Mar-ie-lla
Mar-ie-lla
Mar-ie-lla






Anonymous
- Thursday, August 12, 1999 at 23:01:11 (PDT)

Ok heres the plan
look into my eyes
and swallow my kiss
I wanna keep you
barefoot and pregenet


lets do lust sometime
Anonymous
- Thursday, August 12, 1999 at 22:50:51 (PDT)

get your ass in the kitchen and make me some speggitti
and put some damn meat in it

oww,damn honeypie
your so cute when your mad

aint she cute when she's mad

cute,shes just hot
fiesty one
Anonymous
- Thursday, August 12, 1999 at 22:47:39 (PDT)

Finally Ayatolla HAS COME BACK to Pandora's Box
Everyone in the Family needs to know their role and SHUT their mouths
Your new party host is here, the Millenium Man, Your Role Model, a paragon of virtue and ,
The Ayatolla of Rock and Rolla!

Now get ready for Y2J !

Y'all will never..e eh eh ehhh ehhhh EVER be the same !!!

Ayatolla
- Thursday, August 12, 1999 at 21:59:47 (PDT)

_

For, the idle breaking inlet,
There is;
-The perfecting time-
&
-The ornamental vine-
of
-The accepting intent-

-

Flowing, filling every passage,
Within;
-A long stretched road-
&
-Fears for foes-
as
-The constructive ravage-

-

For, the minding of the eye,
There are;
-The recycling reel’s-
of
-The puppet field’s-
&
-The sentient mind-

-

For, the angelic minding´s,
Is there;
-Always, for thee -
as
-Together we are free-
&
-Winged finding’s-

-

Because, when not restricted,
We are;
-Abundant in perfection-
&
-Apprehend within affection-
as
-Heavily addicted-

-

I love you.

ZAKAI
- Thursday, August 12, 1999 at 21:44:30 (PDT)

And the animals used to
flail themselves at
your car
I should have known better
to fall in love
my glitter star
And I am sorry I had to leave
had to find out
just who we are






I will miss you wes
I will miss you
Pretynd
- Thursday, August 12, 1999 at 20:41:29 (PDT)

My god sits in the back of the limousine
My god is a shallow bitch trying to make a scene
I'll be there for you as long as it
works for me
I play a game , its called
insincerity
And when I suck you off
not a drop will go to waste
its really not so bad once you
get past the taste
you're so vain
you're so vain



this has never been about you
Pretynd
- Thursday, August 12, 1999 at 20:31:56 (PDT)

Oh, God
Just let it go, man..
Let it go!
I got sick of you 4 years ago
Gotta get this kid
unstuck
unstuck
un-fucked
un-fucked
un-fucked

Thank you for showing me what I know I don't want.
You are exactly what I DON'T care for
Just let it go, man
Let it go
Hangaway hangaway
hanga-way-way-way
Hang it out
Hang it out
hanga-way-way-way
unstuck
un-fucked
Help me
Hang you



help me hang me
Eve
- Thursday, August 12, 1999 at 17:54:55 (PDT)

All Consuming

yellow
golden-orange
flame
reaching
writhing
sparks of color
burning hot and piercing
devouring
determined
destructive yet
beautiful
deadly yet
inviting
like human emotion
in it's relentless pursuit
of it's needs.





Finally

And in the end
he didn't care
anymore
than he did
before that.
Bess Kemp
- Thursday, August 12, 1999 at 13:25:51 (PDT)

Cheese


I am eating cheese...
a thin peice of munster,
pale white with something,
tha looks like blood around the edges.

It is light in color,
and pale
and thin,
like peeled off skin...
It is sharp,
like a knife
it cuts my throat.

It rips easily,
and is fun to chew
very slowly, so you can feel it breaking.

It is trivial and temporary, soon to be eaten
like this poem
so cheesy it makes you want to laugh...

by: Laura
Anonymous
- Thursday, August 12, 1999 at 12:56:25 (PDT)

SPANiSH POEM

no one understood the perfume of the dark magnolia of your womb;
no one knew how you tortured a hummingbird of love between your teeth--
a thousand persian ponies lay in the moonlit plaza of your forehead while i,
for four nights, embraced your waist: enemy of the snow--
between plaster and jasmines, your glance was a pale branch of seeds;
i sought, in my heart, to give you the ivory letters that spell ALWAYS-
always, always: garden of my agony, your body elusive always
the blood of your veins in my mouth, your mouth already darkened
for my death
by Acid Queen
- Thursday, August 12, 1999 at 12:25:11 (PDT)

"HER SISTER'S A MODEL"

She has some kinda problem
is it in her head?
whats the bathroom problem?
is it in her head?

she said I pissed in her floor
and wants me to wipe it
she said I pissed in the floor
its to much to type it.

I know I never miss
but I did leave the seat up
I had to take a piss
just between me and her
I'm not the only stand up

She has some kinda problem
thats what I said
so what if rich boy sues me
we could use a bucket instead
Seizure Chords
- Thursday, August 12, 1999 at 08:02:26 (PDT)

Joseph Mengele
- Thursday, August 12, 1999 at 06:42:27 (PDT)

Running thru the walls
chewing thru wires
jump as high as the need
running thru the traps
daylight hiding
blending with everything
look you in the eye
tear your snake to shreds
the alley is home

Travis Ray Cole
- Wednesday, August 11, 1999 at 23:09:31 (PDT)

TiC

ToC

TiC
ToC


TIC
TOC
that Goddamn clock on the wall

TIC
tOc
Tic
toc

maybe i'll just ignore it


Tic
toc
tic
toc
tic
toc
tic
toc
toc

AINT CATCHIN NO ZZZ'S
TIC
TOC
TIC
TOC

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!


THAT DAMNED CLOCK SHALL TICK NO MORE



Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 11, 1999 at 21:29:32 (PDT)

is this thing on on on
am i on the top?
==========================================


{this is dedicated to everyone with a negitive}


"Rich Boy's Lament"
My mother and Grandmother always buy me
the ugliest prostitutes
I am worth so much money
in my pocket not a dollar can be found
wish I could be left alone
Rich boy
I wanna crawl back under my stone
Rich boy
and when I take a shit the toilet bowl cam is always on
they love to watch I guess
I'll just give them a show
flush flush
rich boy
spit into the lens
what do they want to see the toilet over flow
what do they want to see my asshole?
hey what channel are we on?
who owns me?
when ny mind is already like thiers
maybe they'll get the nose out
colombo case of whats he doin'
rich boy rich boy
money where you from
a rock in a hole I call home
Travis Ray Cole
- Wednesday, August 11, 1999 at 18:07:24 (PDT)

I love you Baby cat! you's my baby!!!!!!!!
Jane
- Wednesday, August 11, 1999 at 06:21:14 (PDT)

twice tonight i have fought
the need to smack my head off the wall
twice tonight i have reached a peak
in my mind of never coming out again
to escape this reality and surrender
my self to the black icy grip of madness
to fall from a height and keep on falling

isnt it strange to see yourself
rotting away from the inside
to see the infecting puss ooze
from your tortured thoughts
to feel the vice like grip of insanity
to know what it wants from you
to crush all you thought was good

wishing you wernt here doesnt help
nothing does all you have to do
is ride it until it gos away
and then you still find it hard
to think cause its influence is far reaching
reaching from the void waiting
for a moment when you lapse into sleep
and your dreams arent welcome no more

shine
- Wednesday, August 11, 1999 at 05:51:13 (PDT)

I go to your page looking for me
I can't get past your picture
you's beautiful to me
I print your pictures and stare and dream
I go backthere,but forget about me
I open the disc and try to think
I know - I know you from somewhere
was it you standin on that bridge
the summer of 95
at soilders field and if it was was it you at alpine in 85
and if it wasnt i love you anyway
i think
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 11, 1999 at 02:03:44 (PDT)

ha ha ah haaa ha haa ha ha hhaaaaaha ah ha ha ha haaha
stab ha stab haa ha ha ha ha ha ah haa ha stab stab
Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 10, 1999 at 23:44:12 (PDT)

It was good and so dirty
I'm so glad it was dark and the scenery was nice
I was truly amazed
I'll never be the same
Yes, he tasted wonderfull
Definitely better
I don't know if chocolate will suffice anymore...
Eve
- Tuesday, August 10, 1999 at 19:05:28 (PDT)

he has left me
she will leave me
I am not enough
to make the others stay
I am waiting on the
advertisments
and I hope you all
are there to see
me lose everything
you know he left today?
without saying a word
he left with my head
still spinning from the
impact
spinning from the crash
I have lost one of my babies
teniqua I am not
my babies are deprived
one is lost
one is confused
and the other
wallows in my attention
for I give to much
and the others may kill him
you know I have never been without her
I am terribly afraid
and I know I will be completely alone then
and I do not want to be
why do I have to suffer through this
AGAIN?





Oh and did I mention ?


I cannot be the Queen
.
- Tuesday, August 10, 1999 at 16:36:19 (PDT)

Hello
,Is this thing on?
on?
on?
Is this the top?

is this thing on?
on?
on?





The sky opened up
and lightining crackled
and shattered the many locks
keeping her heart locked away

as turned to rock and stone
her memory lied to her to be kind
and she wanted everyday
was there an end to the bottom
would the bottom appear
like a well she fell down
down lost at a hundred miles an hour
heart racing towards leaving
all that anyone tried to move the wires
puppetteir her thoughts,heart
she was free
but freed into a world of

The sun glared off her red hair
blinding me with thought
the heat from hell
warmed the air

around the walls contianed
no boundries to confine her with myth
love and tommorrows could never hold her
kiss her lips
secret kisses in her ear

wait for me until I die
lie to me one more time
spit out the love you want no more
love me with the heat of war.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 10, 1999 at 15:36:19 (PDT)

So often when I think of you, and all the times
we shared,
My heart is filled with thankfulness to have a friend
who cared
Enough to listen to me tell of
joys and trials
Your being there has been enough to change
my tears to smiles.
The subtle love between two friends is so hard
to define
Its not a square, its not a circle, or even a straight
line.
Its somehow like a tapestry with colors soft
and bold
Yet deep within the weaving, there are tiny threads
of gold.
Yes, rare and so lovely are your friendships'
threads of gold
For they will last a lifetime, and then when my
story's told
Someone will hold my tapestry, and turn it
towards the light
And tiny points, those threads of gold will gleam
and shine so bright
And they may think - its just a thread like green
or red or blue
Perhaps they'll never ever know that golden
thread was you.
But I've been thinking lately how you touched
my life just so-
Of how you are so dear to me, and I wanted you to
know
That even if your next to me, or though were miles
apart
Your golden thread of friendship still will weave
within my heart.

Little J
- Tuesday, August 10, 1999 at 13:54:35 (PDT)

Instead of wheeping -
laughing
out of relief;
villain
enters without disguise.
Untroubled...
Caressing every day as my 1st:
hopes and fears r long gone
- reflecting & healing -
if I where 2 die here
smiling
scattering like light...



;-)
- Tuesday, August 10, 1999 at 12:00:31 (PDT)

Stones and street lamps
crashing china on brick walls
my instincts tell me fables
of people watching and still quiet
of me quiet and still watching
of me still
and listening
Slience washes over the roar of summer fans
wind disturbed and claiming back its space
while I lie and look out
from within
I see
my skin touches
the air singed
and space undone
I occupy
invade
and
keep
Little J
- Monday, August 09, 1999 at 13:36:04 (PDT)

you make me smile
: )
- Monday, August 09, 1999 at 12:53:20 (PDT)

In the afternoon sun
after a strange night
on another occiasion
the real fantasy
wont go away for him
as far as he goes away from them
as close as he gets to you

she could just not be his reason
and he would still be.....

she could inspire the greatest season
and not have to ryhyme

Travis Ray Cole
- Monday, August 09, 1999 at 11:40:50 (PDT)

"Reply"
Nobody ever looked into his eyes
well,except for the waitress
at the 50's style drive up who was
wondering why she did'nt get a tip
from this loser
he thought,contiuning on,
ahhh forget this,
this bieng
he could'nt get his mind off
the multi-diagionsed not really dosed
so thats fiction,right girl
not as many r's as the alphabet would permit
but thats as many as the state would permit
but he thought of her randamly
with the dream
the background
the all of life routine
and flushed twiced
because its a long way to her heart
Travis Ray Cole
- Monday, August 09, 1999 at 11:14:09 (PDT)

"ECHOING WITH ELVIS"
WHYwhy why why why
WHYwhy why why why
WHYwhy why why why
Did'nt Elvis shave his head?
WHYwhy why why why
WHYwhy why why why
WHYwhy why why why
Did'nt Elvis shave his head?
WHYwhy why why why
WHYwhy why why why
WHYwhy why why why
Anonymous
- Monday, August 09, 1999 at 10:58:07 (PDT)

"My Attorney Advises Me"
Written by Travis Ray Cole


My attorney advises it is within reason
and I agree meaning its quite alright with me
You can do whatever you like with my so called poetry
those of you reading in places
you mean your really reading it places?
to the little girl who hangs it on her wall
and anyone else who this may apply
my message is quite simple
and I mean it with all my heart
YOU CAN SHOVE MY POEMS UP YOUR ASS
{if you want to.}


Copyright{c}1999

Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net
Travis Ray Cole
- Monday, August 09, 1999 at 00:55:04 (PDT)

at the drive up window of the bank
when the money girl inside said his name to sweetly
no she did'nt like that
and repeated it
making fun of the entire banking system
with one call of his name
he thought of mattresses and love parody

Travis Ray Cole
Anonymous
- Monday, August 09, 1999 at 00:39:01 (PDT)

Never frown. You never know when someone is falling in love with your smile.
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 08, 1999 at 23:10:11 (PDT)

I MISS YOU ALREADY

: (
- Sunday, August 08, 1999 at 22:38:24 (PDT)

A thought, Just a thought,
...Laughing in my head....
Maybe i just caught,
A sleeping thought in bed.

Knowledge comes with knowing,
And why not test,
Test the addictive flowing,
And the thought’s in bed.
Real, yes real is what i feel,
In what i do, in what i say,
Non of time and non of day.
...Argumenting the ascending...

Curing, the all chemical heart,
Searching all, the never apart.
Orealety twins the mind,
Neither, renders me blind.

Bridging the breaking,
Rendering the us,
And all for the taking,
Non of matter, but thus;
Dwelling in thoughts of blue,
Transparent me/transparent you.

ZAKAI
- Sunday, August 08, 1999 at 21:29:00 (PDT)

your silken thighs beckon me,
your long hair summons...

your mound swells....the tiny
flesh protrudes....I want your
taste in my face
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 08, 1999 at 20:25:00 (PDT)

Girl in the Yellow shirt...I love you
Please believe.

Jane
- Sunday, August 08, 1999 at 15:51:15 (PDT)

-The more I get-
-The more I need-
Z
- Sunday, August 08, 1999 at 14:39:12 (PDT)

- addiction -
the more i get
the more i need
K.
- Sunday, August 08, 1999 at 11:58:21 (PDT)

toc doc tic toc tic toc
waiting to get it right
toc tic toc tic
toc doc toc toc
what time is it doctor wordless
what time do we shhhhhhhhhh
you cant say that
tic toc tic toc
i own you
your vocal cords and mind
thoughts are all mine
censor
censorshit
tic toc tic toc
word cop












Anonymous
- Sunday, August 08, 1999 at 00:54:12 (PDT)

Is the truth only what we can see...?
Blame yourself or god.
Where have we gone astray?
Final Fantasy Tactics
- Sunday, August 08, 1999 at 00:25:16 (PDT)

"ASPSESSIONIDGGGQQGAI=DJCALPJANHHEOGFMOJMMCBNC"

A bird pecked the eyes of alfreds little dog
in the mirror of film
yes film
film would rot if left in swamp
it does'nt mean a thing

attn: what security's feelings are....are not mine
there not mine
they are'nt
I can't get rid of rot code like sam
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 23:25:26 (PDT)

And then I sat here, for about an hour and a half, so drunk and reading, wishing to be with you instead
With mascara dripping down my face...

How undeserving am I?
How undeserving am I?
I wish you were here, angel,
How I wish Jane were here
We'd carry one another

We'd be running barefoot in tubs of pistachio
And playing Barbie Dolls
Make me a casserole
I really miss my MaryJane
I think this goes beyond love and friendship and sisterhood
From across that room...
I knew how it would be
I will never EVER leave
I want you here with me
The light pushes through her pristine skin
And shows all the sky
What right should be
Maryjane, I love the light we make
I wish you were here
And if you were here, Jane, I'd never leave your side
In the day we'd be making midnight
In shades of violet blue and crimson blood
This shall surpass all sisterhood
I am in love with what you are

Thank you for being my river...
I love you

Eve
- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 22:49:56 (PDT)

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- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 22:16:25 (PDT)

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- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 22:16:15 (PDT)

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- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 22:14:55 (PDT)

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- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 22:11:06 (PDT)

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- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 22:06:26 (PDT)

You'll
never see
my tear drops
Fallin

You'll
never here
my broken heart
Callin

You'll
never see
my demons
fashion

You'll
never witness
my angels
passion

You'll
never feel
the way I
Do

so why do I
waste my
on time
You?
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 22:00:09 (PDT)

You'll
never see
my tear drops
Fallin

You'll
never here
my broken heart
Callin

You'll
never see
my demons
fashion

You'll
never witness
my angels
passion

You'll
never feel
the way I
Do

so why do I
waste my
on
You?
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 21:59:29 (PDT)

MY LOVE
burning in my soul
MY LOVE
urning to be out of control
MY LOVE
is only to be givin to
MY LOVES
weakness...
only YOU
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 20:20:56 (PDT)

oh princess
I would always let
you in
to sleep protected
to sleep surrounded
remind me
I can slow down my
130 human wheels
anytime
you wont be leaving
not me anyway
my mind just wouldnt allow it
to me
you will always be
slightly beyond the pink
in a pillowy quilted
formless shape
just waiting on me to
give in
and I always do
dont I ?
I wonder how many of those
treasure hunts
we have been on ?
remember me
in our evening breeze








" we had cut our long hair off
and replaced it with blue eyes
of saddness, still acted like we
were kids ...."
Pretynd
- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 14:26:40 (PDT)

not sure @ the world on another level

strangly enough, I'm not
sure about the world, or
where I really do fit in
somewhere just between u
and I, or here over there
was a piece of it and you
do you have a few moments
why don't you come on in
to listen bout the strange
my life is had to deal with
let me give you an example
one you wont seem to forget
I had just done entering my
poem out into the web free
I wanders out to the kitchen
and I could hear it calling me
There were the Eagles singing
on the radio. A different tune
of course, then that which was
mentioned many lines before but
still had me wondering, should
I pour you some more? you have
to leave, I understand, see ya
I must go back to my word weave.




not sure
- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 12:47:47 (PDT)

Your Pink room is heaven
Black Forest
My Best
My friend
And if I came knocking
Strung out on sin
Would you let me in?
Black Forest
My Best
My Friend
The Soft Loft of Angels
this pink room
And me in my doom
I am soon...Safe and protected
Black Forest
My Best
My friend
My tiara is chipped
The Princess is soon shipped
off to sea
The best part of my heart
is left to you
Just remember to think on me
Black Forest
My Best
My friend






Why can't I jump over the moon?





"I used to fall asleep on your words"...
Jane
- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 12:33:32 (PDT)

out of touch from the world
my spirit bathes in rejoice
I am most happy to be here
where the sun does its shine
and the wind blows a little tune
but you can not hear it, as good
as you can see it thru the leaves.
although in trying to imagine just
what the beat might be, I am lured
into huming this rhythm: la dede la
de da..is what the forest sings 2day.
the lyrics at times, are even louder
I needn't even try hazzarding a guess
fore its the Eagles who take it easy
which is being sung from that nest.

not sure
- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 12:19:41 (PDT)

Eve of my beauty midnight madness
Chaotic Tuesdays and lonely are we
My mate of peaceful soul
Please believe that I love you
Beyond my aching sadness

The clean energy of my humbled Eve
She breathes
I believe
I breathe
In our pretty moments, I am free
free in you
My Eve

Oh How I dream of my Midnight Eve
Face and hands
against the foggy glass and distance
Hold fast to me
I will not leave
My soul lies beside you
My embodiment of goodness
My Eve
Jane
- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 12:17:42 (PDT)

The Night
As morn creeps in,
at twilight's last fight.
The new day begins,
at the falling of night.

Asleep in your arms,
in the last moonlight.
Safe from all harm,
I dream of the night.

Soon you'll depart,
but I know it's not right.
Take with you my heart,
and remember the night.

If you never return,
to my arms or my sight.
My love it still burns,
and we still have... the night.
Arura_Borialis
- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 00:40:51 (PDT)

Love's Flower
They found him lying on the earth,
in the grass and sand.
A bloody sword lay by his side,
and a flower in his hand.

The Flower's petals were once white,
are now forever red.
Froom the blood of the wounds,
that caused him to be dead.

Given to him by his beloved,
before he did depart.
Now she weeps because his death,
hath broken her poor heart.

From the day of his death,
she suffered from the grief.
So in time she killed herself,
for to find relief.

She was buried right beside,
her beloved brave.
And they planted some white flowers,
on top the lover's graves.
arura_borialis
- Saturday, August 07, 1999 at 00:30:48 (PDT)

my my aren't we snippy here






















Felicity
- Friday, August 06, 1999 at 23:44:46 (PDT)

when I become your
SHOW DOLL
I will slit my slender wrists
and write your name
in my perfection
wont you feel loved then?
Pretynd
- Friday, August 06, 1999 at 22:42:23 (PDT)

make me a dove call
so I can float through
your ears
and drift into your mind
and weave myself there
I could think of no greater
perfection
anonymousy
- Friday, August 06, 1999 at 14:10:50 (PDT)

I am the Queen
can we all say that slowly?
good good
doesnt it feel better to sign
everything over
to ME
thats right bitch I WIN
ME ME ME
it has the most beautiful ring to it
it has my name all over it
and dont you EVER
forget it either










Oh , did I mention?

I am the Queen
Pretynd
- Friday, August 06, 1999 at 14:02:56 (PDT)

"A girl like you"

A girl like you should have a nice camaro
'82 or newer you'ld look good in it the T-tops off
a girl like you
I can see you with a white dress on
and holding a big bucket of chicken
Yeah in front of that camaro
and a white picket fence behind you
A girl like you don't deserve no shitty mustang.


Copyright{c}1999

Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net
Written in Blood Red thought
- Friday, August 06, 1999 at 14:00:29 (PDT)

encore encore snap snap yeah whooooooooooo
alright clap clap clap

Now I wanna die
goodbye patti smith
goodbye jim morrision
goodbye white rabbit
goodbye jed clampet
goodbye boomtown floydisms
goodbye johnny
nurse cratchet

this poem has been interupted with a brief message
concerning copyright laws,if your going to do it
please wear a rubber.





Anonymous
- Friday, August 06, 1999 at 00:00:06 (PDT)

I can't give the all to you , that you give to me

























saraq
- Thursday, August 05, 1999 at 21:30:42 (PDT)

An ode to Doug
--------------

"Morning" said Douglas as he came into work,
The response was verging on blunt.
The whole of the bridge stood, to a man,
And inevitably shouted out "cunt".

Weeping at this obvious slight,
his feelings are battered and tender,
Doug goes to a seat and sits own,
No one sits next to the bender.

Trousers removed, hands on his hips,
bell twitching while he munched on some tucker.
"Shut it you cunts, I'm here now,
and this thing's devining for mucker".

Douglas Brown
- Thursday, August 05, 1999 at 21:08:26 (PDT)

-Primus inter pares-

-

For thee...The you of me,
twin star, bright and free,
look for ground in the fall,
...............you...............
most beautiful, of them all.
Sweet angel bright`n free,
please fall, within the me?

*

This, my finest hour,
seeds a golden bower,
a gold plated bridging,
of a solid frame fitting.

Caught thus of the Me,
my god, i so love thee,
so hard to be without,
..................as..................
the multitude, of doubt.

*

Are we twined......
.......Or realigned?
At stray.................
Or prowling prey?

Never the how,
but the now.

-


ZAKAI
- Thursday, August 05, 1999 at 18:39:29 (PDT)

there was a young woman called Alice
who used a dynamite stick for a phallus
they found her vagina in North Carolina
and the rest of poor Alice in Dallas.
Anonymous
- Thursday, August 05, 1999 at 13:42:35 (PDT)

scars thats all memories are
wounds that forever leek
their insedious puss
infecting your thoughts
making you clenth your fists
forever in indenial of a fate
that you know thats coming to you
but hey thats life

shine
- Thursday, August 05, 1999 at 13:37:11 (PDT)

Oh, and I can make it rain, too
Today I snuffed a candle out for you
For everything I know will fail
I bring tidings of loss
I bring tidings of dismay
For everything you know you'll fail
For everyone you know you'll fail
I can make it rain
Hey, that's what I'm here for..
Your'e welcome!
De rien
No problem.
Don't mention it.
De nada
No sweat.
...just add water and collect all 3 of me....
Eve
- Thursday, August 05, 1999 at 10:42:36 (PDT)

"Thought About"

The Lovely Goddess looks the definition of love
eyes all warm with the heat from her heart
and with movements none
she robs you of the very title
you thought
she steals it all away
not meaning to harm or noticing
like a portrairt,a painting,being a masterpiece
like tomorrow and a million more
of dreams and fantasy
your street
she does not belong
but in a million places at once
in every song
shes pierced with pain
that takes from me
shes all I'd ever want
theres nothing I could ever do that would be enough
to equal to come close to what she deserves
and you to try to sell her like you sell yourself
or attempt to sell me out
are wrong in every sense of the world
and everytime you think its fucked
she is the living art of myth reason prayers and reality
she all you could ever hope to be
time has washed your chance to compete
for you gave away you magic to the wasted answers
you thought
taking having blameing someone for others
is it you in the mind
is it you sculping nothing
because she is all a dream
she has the word all
time take us to hell
she has the only thing I lack
in the eyes of the shadow marked for memeory
from the ground that lust to be walked on
to the skies that wash around her
until my eyes see only the beauty
and I die a thousand dreams.
Travis Ray Cole
- Thursday, August 05, 1999 at 08:36:49 (PDT)

fifty cent whore with the two dollar philosophy

swilling your wine smoking your buds shaking your

foot. Looking down that nose I'd pay to smash in.

No one has the nerve to let you down so I am. Im

lettin you all the way down doll. Down there where

you came from, down there where you fit. Don't rear

your ugly head either, for I may have to pop a cap in

yo ass and smash that head like a melon. Got it ?

Leave the babies alone. Just leave them be.
Haterofsu'
- Thursday, August 05, 1999 at 06:49:08 (PDT)

I know those were tears

coming from all those years

spilling out all your fears

and I want you to know that

I understand JT and I love you.
Saraq
- Thursday, August 05, 1999 at 06:25:37 (PDT)

OSTENTATION
flying colors
you know I love you.

well...

Do something.


distinctive sophistication
- Wednesday, August 04, 1999 at 22:37:55 (PDT)

dddddddddddd
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 04, 1999 at 15:53:58 (PDT)

"Unavoided"

Behind the cross cast out angels in the snow filled hearts
dreams into the pit
jump around and glide to the sea
I'm going to live with Lennon
guilt pain dies with ease
try to avoid the 2000 revelution
microchip implant bar codes to mark me
nuke station disney land
spiders bite the wizard sees the one who seeks
loses seeds within dreams of deaths and weapons and wings
etching the banned books
of stories never seen

Is'nt God Smiling
is that god smiling
why aint god smiling?
is that god smiling?
Travis Ray Cole
- Wednesday, August 04, 1999 at 12:20:57 (PDT)

ALONE IN A WORLD OF CONFUSED IDEAS
LIVING ONLY IN MY MOMENT WAITING
LOST IN THE HOPE OF EXPERIENCE
LONGING FOR LIGHT WALKING IN THE DARK
OF MY DREAMS LEANING ON THE SHOULDER OF FEAR
LOOSING MY MIND IN THE PROCESS
DIDI
- Wednesday, August 04, 1999 at 12:17:16 (PDT)

Here I am
HELLO!!!!
and I understand
everything you
will ever
say
Ventricle
- Wednesday, August 04, 1999 at 11:32:31 (PDT)

"Be Somebody"

It is time now
Revaloution 2000
Legalize Hemp




Seizue Chords
- Wednesday, August 04, 1999 at 02:28:14 (PDT)

Insomnia Insomnia Insomnia Insomnia Insomnia Insomnia Insomnia Insomnia Insomnia Insomnia Insomnia Insomnia Insomnia Insomnia Insomnia Insomnia Insomnia Insomnia

Need sleep... Need sleep...Need sleep... Need sleep... Need sleep...Need Sleep...Need Sleeeeeeeeeeeep.......


Oh well I'll just stay up...all...night...again

It'll only be a few more hours before other people start WAKING UP. I'll just think about Ponies until Clapton, Tori, John, and the others awaken...Woooo I love Wrasslin
Jarlaxle
- Wednesday, August 04, 1999 at 02:20:37 (PDT)

Prey

I sacrificed
2 the Angel of Ecstasy

I called upon him
take my humble gift

No secret prayers
no wish

I gave without fear
or sadness
and my soul full of joy (and madness)

A bow a smile
a spirit saturated

What he gave in return
was that moment
...everlasting....



K.
- Wednesday, August 04, 1999 at 02:17:29 (PDT)

Looking for a reason to check out of my mind
Trying hard to find a friend that I can count on
There's nothing left to show.
Time is getting shorter, there's much for me to do.
Only ask and you will get what you are needing,
The rest is up to you.
Achilles
- Wednesday, August 04, 1999 at 00:51:26 (PDT)

this goes out
to the little girl
who thinks she is showing
her complexity
when actually
her desperation is all that comes through
creating "hidden parts of you"
doesnt make me intruiged
it only makes me angry
I hope there is time away

to the one I love
I have no idea what love is
so in truth I am
only lying to myself
and in your refusal
hurting myself

and to everyone else
well I never felt
so alone
black forest
- Tuesday, August 03, 1999 at 21:51:01 (PDT)

now that everyone is well
now that everyone is satisfied and
content
now that everyone is accomanied and
has a mate
my job is done
my job is done here
I can leave
I guess I can go
It's quite clear I'm not needed, by gum.

(funny how I only seem to exist when someone's having
a bad day.)

Remember to reserve me only for that sole purpose, folks..
God forbid you should actually include me in the activities
That DON'T REQUIRE ME TO THINK FOR YOU..
Gee, that'd be a sin, huh?


Eve
- Tuesday, August 03, 1999 at 21:16:32 (PDT)

Well, Im a bum in the sun and Im havin fun and I know
you know I got no special plans......I got my toes in
the sand and a drink in my hand....and all I neeeeed is
some gom !
Midnight Toker
- Tuesday, August 03, 1999 at 08:02:14 (PDT)

Time waits for no one......so hurry your ass up
Creed Rules !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Tuesday, August 03, 1999 at 07:58:35 (PDT)

excerpts FROM THE " RAT ACID " RULE BOOK

Rule#1{one}:Do Not Give Anyone Any Money!for anything.
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No one in "Rat Acid" gets the money anyway.

Rat Acid is not about $

also don't believe lies....





Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 03, 1999 at 01:00:19 (PDT)

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

you mostly appear too creepy
while other times you seem fine
you look extremely confused
and yet you are way too bright
you know she is going to hurt you
at the earliest chance she gets
you may need psychological help
after you have tasted her wet
she will you in the palm of her hands
waiting to turn pastry into dough
and eternity will come and it will go
before you realize you've been had by
her blow. She'll knock you to your soul
and make you walk in your highly charged feet
wishing you could have some more. never
UUUUUUUUUU.U.UUUUUUUUUUu
- Monday, August 02, 1999 at 18:21:47 (PDT)

You know it as do I
all of those secrets
we simotaneously hide
about the aching soul
that each of us bears
thru our daily lives

different you are not
in fact, same is what
you are good at today
I found a replacement
merely just a tease
the morning circus
with brother wease.


SugarMagnolia
- Monday, August 02, 1999 at 18:06:14 (PDT)

exuse me , while I
think about ponies
or kick ass unicorns
and sweet family pride
I would like to think
yes , yes i would
that it is me they
all run to in vain
and not another
I am their mother
you see nothing is ever
wrong with mommy
she is never sad
she is not a drunk
she doesnt need drugs
and by god she would give her self away
Eh? you say
well i say it too
mother
sister
aunt
cousin
hey I've got it all
am I right ?
Mothre would never think
of incest would she?
OF COURSE NOT!!!!!
what a horrible thought!!
I am thouroughly appalled
and must now sleep it off
er get some sleep yeah yeah
mommy wants to think of her ponies
Ventricle
- Monday, August 02, 1999 at 16:49:22 (PDT)

The secret of flying/Learning 2 fly

Like a predator
caught in the moment of the eye
Blood, sweat& seed pain beyond pain

No heavy gates closing behind us

Inside
turned out 2 b
outside...
(The forest
in the hot shadow of the trees)

Tear down and apart
all obstacles
all hidings

No hunt,
not hunted
...this exhale
of the soul and heart...

Rest...
If rest -
why this exertion
this exhaustion

Amazement
after the shock
of a sudden encounter

Precensce
not fear
Weightless and steady

2 fall and miss the ground




K.
- Monday, August 02, 1999 at 15:15:08 (PDT)

Tunneling,
dream chasing,
cloud wandering,
abide the wasting.

Tremor, waves of black velvet walls,
remembered to be small, so-so small,
liquid shadows, hiding my eyes,
softened denial, hides the lies,
spring me in soft persuasion,
admitting the equation,
emitting the haste,
soft-touch-pace.

Transcendent angelic
as an all chemical relic
as a distant whisper.
Sweet..come hither..
harboring the time,
remembering in-line,
an ode, the nothing,
wasted the offering.
As my golden skin,
I’ve so strayed thin.
I stoned in wisdom,
or wisdom in stone,
so my time, seldom,
forgive, the me alone.


ZAKAI
- Monday, August 02, 1999 at 04:40:22 (PDT)

Did i tell you..
..that i love you..?


Z
- Monday, August 02, 1999 at 04:23:48 (PDT)

What is important?
What will last?
What will have the most profound effect?

Ya-da Ya-da Ya-di Dum

There's a little fishie playing jacks in Rome's ugliest streets
Break out the marmalade jellyroll meat
Iv'e got 5 baked potatoes in one hand
Throwing a lime to the streetcorner band
False eyelashes on my fingertips
Frenching Mr. Liverlips

Andtheyareandweare
Andtheyareandweare
Where they're supposed to be
Where they're supposed to be
Supposed to be


yes

I love mashed potatoes and ham
Eve
- Monday, August 02, 1999 at 03:14:04 (PDT)

It's time to legalize it
no more lies to kill it
its what god must have wanted
waste taxes caging humans
tied up courts ajourn
many medias answers turned
cases dismissed let the record burn
It's time to legalize it
criminal thoughts stereo type talk blindly against it
you'll kill it
johnny F.N. Hollywood
- Monday, August 02, 1999 at 01:12:43 (PDT)

I seen you.
I met you.
I learned you.
I know you.
I miss you.
I want you.
I need you.
I can't live without you.
I LOVE YOU.

WHY?
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 01, 1999 at 23:21:56 (PDT)

I love a good lightning storm
Little white houses with red doors
Balsa wood and trash bags
Mel Grubb took my picture while I was drinking a monster big-ass Dr. Pepper


Happy Gerti-versary everyone !
Jarlaxle
- Sunday, August 01, 1999 at 17:44:11 (PDT)

My name is who~My name is what?

they call me a stealer
cause thats what I do
dont leave yer mind open
or I'll shall visit with you
your thoughts be penetrated
my fantasy to be fulfilled
I'll be the worst nightmare
that you have ever been part
tears of sadness to follow
while I hollow out your heart.

Watching you Watch me...

Deep down within my soul
lies a trace of you
our memoreis bring me joy
as I recall while walking around
a long time has elapsed
since we saw each other last
and still I think about you

Can you feel me thinking?
Can you see me dreaming?
Cause its all about you?

I have this sort of fantasy
that you will come to me
based on universal magicitery
And in a way you have
after seeing that psychology guy
Bam, this really is for real
and all along you can feel

the lust I hold for you
its what keeps me alive
you take my breath away
why not reveal what I claim
only to live out as a second
always sharing parts of me
never truly united as libras
should primarily always be
now that I do not blame.

Gabriel

It's a revolution, but of a
smaller scaled size; it will
take you through your dreams
and hold you with its surprize.

A gateway through acid, its
chance to enter in. Leaving
the mind to fail and the sun
and reality begin to set in.

Pretty soon you are involved
consuming all of your time
to a losing battle with revolution
your mind is committing crimes.

you'll search for poetry, but write
rhymes. You will think he is near
when he's too far away, to even
see all of your precious tears.

but yet revolution can see, and
he knows your whatabouts; Implants
of new and familiar dreams - all to
set your mindless heart free.

Sugar Magnolis
- Sunday, August 01, 1999 at 11:17:34 (PDT)

When my knees are burning from the friction
and my mind races to your paces THATS when
I love you , and you can't hold it against me

When you make me wet without a word
when you steal my thoughts take my
emotions, thats when I love you.

BUT

I cannot have a relationship with you, because
when we are not in bed, I can't stand you .
So let's keep it real.........real often.


Saraq
- Sunday, August 01, 1999 at 10:47:47 (PDT)

That little flutter in my tummy
The curling of my toes, eyes squinching
teeth clenching, AHHHHHHHHH you always take
me there Mr. OrGaSm, and I wanna thank you
Saraq
- Sunday, August 01, 1999 at 10:40:12 (PDT)

I know you know about me
but yet I have not told.
My fear to speak
I've let you see,
only YOU
know this part
of me.


Little J
- Sunday, August 01, 1999 at 10:31:01 (PDT)

"Polished"

shining ,the
AXE
shining,the
AXE
Shine
shank break skank steak
polished till the sun don't shine
moonlight
polished
shining,the
AXE
shining ,the
AXE

Copyright{c}copyright this

+ johnny f.n.hollywood + can be e-mailed at 555-shades

J.F.N.H.
- Sunday, August 01, 1999 at 00:24:11 (PDT)

"Bad Hollywood"
Hollyworld in a movie you can't ,in real life
you are not allowed to
cout edit end tape
do not live do not dream do not be
bad hollywood
lines ryhyme with the book
bad hollywood ad lib on
movie fantasy try to live life
can it be
bad hollywood
life imatates fantasy
movie steals the dream
what would they think
if we don't do as they think
lines to steal
think breathe thoughtlessly

johnny francis nicolas hollywood
- Saturday, July 31, 1999 at 23:37:11 (PDT)

Hopeless Romantic
-darrian-

They say romance is dead
And I believe them
I may indeed be one of the last
There are few of us to be sure
We who would rather make love to a woman
Than fuck her
We who look for love
And love from our hearts
Not from our loins
We who despise condoms
We who kiss a woman's handAnd have it mean something more
Than the ritualistic mannerism
Of the stupidly richOr the helplessly royal
I am of royal blood indeed
Though born of paupers
Where have we gone?
Where are the starving artists?
I prefer wine at a meal
To beer at a football game
I appreciate a woman's beauty
For more than her pert breasts
And tight ass
(Though they certainly help)
Are flowers too much to ask
When a woman would be seduced
Rather than intoxicated?
Are fine chocolates
Slow dancing
Intelligent conversation
Soft kisses on her ear
And deliberately slow
Declothing
All of them of the past?
Oh, Goddess, I hope not!
They say love is dead
And again I agree
But it is not yet
Extinct and forgotten
For I remember
Those who say romance is dead
Have never had romance!
And so I speak it not
Even if it dies with me
The hopeless romantic
Darrian
- Saturday, July 31, 1999 at 23:25:12 (PDT)

just a moment and
I'll be beside you
boy you've got to learn
to take
and if I've made it into
your space
perhaps I'm not
so far away
like the girl with
my ice cream
you know I never
handel pain
hold my hand just
one more time
you know I cannot
go away
but since he's such
a part of me
now
I almost fear to let him
leave
so if I understand all
your pain
you've got to let
me be
me
Pretynd
- Saturday, July 31, 1999 at 22:38:25 (PDT)

Ain't takin' no shit from no one, and especially not from your sorry ass. Your'e NOT Stephen King.
And I still know you from cover to
C O V E R.

Eve
- Saturday, July 31, 1999 at 19:53:41 (PDT)

"The Password"
===============
Piccasso had his blue period
big Elvis had his food period
think think think
think think think
think think think
clueboy is the password
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 31, 1999 at 17:22:22 (PDT)

"However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
You know I'll always love you

I will always love you"

The Cure
Jane
- Saturday, July 31, 1999 at 17:13:42 (PDT)

Up down all around touch the ground ...HEY!
Vanessa
- Saturday, July 31, 1999 at 16:36:32 (PDT)

Why would the God's
allow only Hope
to remain trapped within the box?

For if it were to escape
into the world
we would not need them anymore.
K.J. Dante
- Saturday, July 31, 1999 at 10:45:06 (PDT)

I'm really very sorry
your in so much pain,
but I've heard she hurts
as much as you
but may be its not the same.
I havent heard the story
so I dont know whats been done
but I do know you were happy
with the girl in the yellow shirt
as one.



I'm really very sorry
there is nothing I can do
but if you feel the need to talk
I am here for you.


Little J
- Friday, July 30, 1999 at 11:54:57 (PDT)

up to Ravenswood"
well pa would get mad
if we did'nt wanna stand in line to get vittles,
said you wanna eat?
the preacher she took a strong dislike to me
and didnt give me no pasta
in the bags she was handing out to everyone
so it was 'bout then
I did'nt wanna go up to the chuch on wedenesday nights
in ravenswood but kenmore and lawrence church liked
me fine we ran the alleys all day up kenmore
from loyola way down to past armitage in an old ford
and sat out in the alleys
drinking fortys of the cheapest milwakee piss made.
When I wanted to move the gun held under the oven
with magnets so we could cook he got mad
so one night I wanted to shoot the television
like elvis and he said we'ld get kicked out
He brought home a big old Indian once and I made love to her
he brought home a pretty little whore
and I left them alone and she robbed him.
so we found somebody in the street
selling cheese like like we was collectors
until the government did'nt wanna give 'em no more
up at sallysone day i got a bowl of grits or meal and
was happy to get it til I scooped a big roach up
and then puked back in the bowl
go to through it away and somebody wants it from me
months later I got the chills could'nt move for 3 days
my dad says you wanna eat?
so I went to stand in the crowd at day labor
but could'nt stand that day
when I made the line at breakfast it was a long one
and somebody goes in the pantry from the kitchen
and I seen all them cans he came out I stuck my foot
in the door snuk in and got me 3 cans of uncut soup
went home and was soon cured.
I made that 'ol macaroni for wendy once,
but she did'nt like it.
I found a blue eyed squall somewheres and
we took to each other
she bought me a burrito and a case of old style
and since it was summer
we camped on the roof of hideaway where it was cooler.
well one day at the soup kitchen they had let a cute but crazy
black woman out a little to soon and since I had long
hair she goes into yelling tou ain't jesus at me
well I laughed and people starts getting up and
bringing me thier bowls of potato soup
like it was some kinda cool hand luke trick
I was just the "guitar player"round them parts
so when I try to eat there last time incognitto
don't exist some call me the name of the "L" I
sung the "50 cent song" at and
some say look at him all schooled up.
well back when I was gonna try those seeing eye glasses
you know the welfare frames I wanted em tinted
cause the cabs drove around with thier lights on at
night blinding the crap outta me.
so I get the frames and tinted
and walk out of the eye place on broadway just north of wilson
and my dad starts a yelling look at hollywood
theres hollywood
and my brother laughs and I tell em call me Johnny
Johnny F.N. Hollywood
- Friday, July 30, 1999 at 10:45:13 (PDT)

I own the right to my own soul
I figured you didnt know
I took that key back
and I will use it how I please
which is something I havent been doing
pleasing myself
I will do what is necessary
If only you could see
How little the boy has to do
with any of it really
I need myself
not him
and luck has nothing
to do with it
oh and I dont give
"false sympathy"
I feel sorry for both you
and for her
you feel pain
as does she
she told me so
herself
please dont
go.















Pretynd
- Thursday, July 29, 1999 at 23:26:27 (PDT)

The names were rearranged
The night before I offered my shoulder for her to cry on
Infomercials were quality entertainment
I'm now possessed by the Red Devil
13 LEFT!!!
An upside-down cake
My induction ceremony
on a Thursday morning
10 cold ones at the Hot Tub
Let's all talk some smack
and watch Lewis Black (Wow I actually rhymed in this one)
I shall now face the day with a bowl of Satan flakes and hope all the Jeesi will guide me and make me strong




I didn't know I get smarter whem I'm drunk!


Jarlaxle
- Thursday, July 29, 1999 at 21:09:09 (PDT)

ChAlLeNgEr

graffitti cover dreams

taking over my mind

leading me to water

setting my heart free

to sail with daulphins

across a great blue sea

in through the bay window

I am looking for you & me

the smell of your presence

makes me quiver deep inside

you are the one i do worship

and all I want to do is hide.


drops of loneliness . . .

the tears that I expelled
were meant to cause floods
I do care about you so much
but back then twas not enuff
I ripped your heart & clothes
and then the damage was done
our life was then all over
and your new one just begun


SugarMagnolis
- Thursday, July 29, 1999 at 17:49:20 (PDT)

be Underground he said
bored of pop poetry
he's asking all the people
he's braging to his all friends
he's so down.... that he thinks
the world has already gone,the end
he knows it's hip not to ryhyme these days
but he's going to do it again
and when he's not doing that
he's banging out bar chords
or praticing licks and bends
all he's asking
hes asking all his friends
to make some copies here and there
of what they think his best works are
and pass them around or to please hide them for him
right where they'll find them
he asks again and again
wants me to nail his shit up to a phone pole,when?
in the rain and coat it with this?
if hes so underground and cant be found
whys everybody know him
cant he do it for him ?
he said hes occupied with thoughts of love gone wars?
whats that mean if he wants publisidy
why don't he stand on the off ramp again?

Anonymous
- Thursday, July 29, 1999 at 15:47:01 (PDT)

Mary Let's go to the milkbar soon.
I love you
Eve
- Thursday, July 29, 1999 at 15:34:46 (PDT)

cant get enough of this torture
cant get enough of this pain
i would crawl on my back across
naked jagged razor blades to comfort
your deranged mind call it selflessness
havent you had enough of it yet
havent you had all your gonna get in this
life of searchers and clowns
no and there will never be enough while
there is still time to cut the ambilical cord
it isnt simple to do but you will find out in due
course it will come to you in due time
when you least expect it
Shine
- Thursday, July 29, 1999 at 15:14:38 (PDT)

So please I step aside? Ok.
Don't worry, you won't see me very much in time.
And there's no need for false sympathy
Sorry I am such a threat.
I was unaware that you owned the rights to any soul
But it doesn't matter anymore
Words don't matter anymore
I am going away from here
Looking for my Girl in the yellow shirt.
Have fun
Good Luck
Jane
- Thursday, July 29, 1999 at 11:45:28 (PDT)

"Number Nine"
{excerpts from the "Rat Acid" Bible}
AS TOLD BY SIEZURE CHORDS
On a recent contact visit THE LORD smashed grapefruit
in satans face then he lost all his goodtime
because he got caught with a home composting kit
hid in his cell,his plan was to turn it into a
tattoo machine. He had a plan,
if he could get himself put in the same cell
or even close to Mr.Charlie{Mansion} he could get the
goods on where this "bottomless pit" really was
well he was put in a holding cell with him one
bright day and found out that the beach boys guy
sold the bottomless pit to some poperotzi outfit
that sold bogus maps of the stars houses.
he had many unanswered questions
how did the beach boys guy come to own it
and Charlie got pissed.
and shrugged him off,saying he was the machine
Well maybe god was the machine or a part of it
but he wanted out
and he wanted out now.
so he was back in his cell and he decided to get
on the good side of mansion
he would sing the beautiful
people to him as he passed his cell
on the way to doc johnsons or was it doc matiens?
so the lord carved two crosses in his forehead
like Mr.Charlies and that did'nt work
well,they got to talking one day about
"one flew over the cuccoos nest" and the lord was in
so charlie hooked him up the
lord did some more witchcraft
and gave mansion free cable and he in turn
had the system let the god guy go
when he got out he kissed the ground
he went into town and saw rambo and he told him
bout the trouble he had with the laws
and the lord was down the road.
he ended up joining some freak cult and
meet a girl who had one more breast than the budda
the lord shaved his head
and started selling books at the airport
and underground magizines at the music stores
on consignment
{he heard Frank Zappa sold encyopdias}
and he was some sort of inspiration
when he ran into satan at the atm machine
he fucked him up
and is bieng sued for about a dozen different things
by the devil dude,anyway satan smoked marboro reds
and the lord smoked menthols
and mansion rolled his own
and they all got into nine inch nails
but only shimp liked pearl jam
shimp was satans replacement
as an angel
but wouldnt turn in his wings
said they was rusted amongst other reasons
so shimp had no wings and the act was busted up
shimp didnt wanna sell no books at the airports
and wore blackface make up told people he was looking
for the underground railroad
and showed 'em the curly shuffle they told him where
the pit was.
the locusts at the opening of the pit
we're mean as hell and it stung bad
it didnt matter if shimp had the
face of a lion it still hurt.
Shimp was waiting for the other guys to get there
before he went in Iggy Pop was guarding the opening
{He's part Locust}
so shimp hit him on top the head with
maxwells silver hammer and it swung around and hit him
in the chin afterward,and fucked 'em up.
who cares he lived in adam ants closet
and did'nt even have a job or pay taxes
{maxwell is that spy that runs with the 99 chick}
this bieng the year 1999 A.D. they had the real maps
and was eager to help
pretty soon everybody showed up and was ready
to enter the pit mansion the beach boys guy
the devil dude the fbi the five-o the god guy all except for mick
he stopped to write a song about it
ie some shit about running red lights for god?
so maybe he got pulled over
WHATS IN THE PIT?
Written by Travis Ray Cole
ratacidtravis@writeme.com
- Thursday, July 29, 1999 at 10:26:54 (PDT)

NEW


Today starts a new chapter in my life. The chapter will contain new loves, new memories, new heartackes, new adventures, new worries, and new goals. A new begining with no guilt, no anger, and no more carelessness. I have expanded beyond the theory: I would give all my tomorrows for one single yesterday. I now have many new belifes. As with every new generation/century and every new year comes a new and better achivement. My new and better achivement was (I grew up).
sissy
- Wednesday, July 28, 1999 at 19:00:36 (PDT)

1. he's in my soul 2. he's in my mind

3. he's in my heart 4. I'm out of bounds

5. he does think that 6. thats what he conveys

7. he's really special 8. does he know that

9. he's so far away 10. he is welcome to stay


SugarMagnolis
- Wednesday, July 28, 1999 at 17:25:30 (PDT)

ya know it was bound to happen
you even could have stopped it
in its' desire to keep mapping
exploring deeper into our lives
burrowing in just like a tick
sending all sorts of wordy lies

you played too, let us not forget
always wishing, imaging him there
for you to enjoy all the moments
resulting from passion sex sweat
incense are what it is all about
it worked you eventually saw him
but refused to have went and met.

and although each of you is blues
one day your skies will be yellow
and your suns will be .... but for now its bad timing
and you were both meant to loose.















SugarMagnolis
- Wednesday, July 28, 1999 at 17:14:00 (PDT)

"I'd die for you"

Traces of anger floating by
I see traces that are'nt really there
is it love making me blind

You know,I'd die for you in a minute
I'd die for you in time
die for you if I could
although I can't say goodbye

Hurt fills my clouded mind
from somewhere farther deeper inside
my eyelids heavy its not hatred but anger
ripping it apart,I can't see why

feel it I mean this I hate to say I live you so,
but I know you already know
feel it I feel this again
for the last time

I'd die for you in a minute
it's suspendedheartless suicide
I can't lose you already its gone
I can't even tell you why?

Travis Ray Cole
- Wednesday, July 28, 1999 at 10:29:54 (PDT)

"WINGED PHILOSOPHY"

 Washed away pain and he dream believed
 defend burning magic dose beliefs
it's you that makes me believe
in hate and love and war and nothing inbetween
stab you love inside of me
clawing out the memorie
 smiling pressure points mark the earth
 time dust stopped clock anti-beliefs
 bats hiding over me uniformed
 save the love,feeling apathy
 where they nailed jesus to the cross
 maybe because he came instead of me
 white smoke against angels wings
 nails in your hands and feet
 lines of life preying fetish mind diease
 acupunture rinse killed a tree
 a tree for a cross
 tell on me lift it for society
 blame them for the flag meaning nothing but
 preacher's humour is no longer amus-ing
 trade christmas headstones trip for seeds
 in need of new love
 playing games strong as the sea
 released to hold on to me
 in the arms of rock and roll
 I've wanted you and only dreamed
 burning in love
 I know you wanna believe theres nothing up above
 lighting skies made easy and moved tornados
 war time lust what could it mean
 rivers glowed with blood
 envy green spells turning
 man made god god made dream
 its you I really love
 throw away thoughts never again seen
 angel didnt have to love at least not me
 lust would see no where is ever home
 run out on me
 go the moon is full
 I'll always wait and see
 the snake die and bleed.
Shadows in the garden eating glass
 as the second hand moves lie to me
 in coming for the last strike
 never wounded with lost love.

==========================================


"50 cent poem"
its 50 places i can change it
they like it i made it
love?poem s to you
cant erase them
you dont want anything
I live in bugs bunnys attic
he dont know it
its fifty places god cant save it
you dont want it
and replace it

Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 28, 1999 at 09:45:20 (PDT)

I used to live
across the street from Bugs Bunny

I know it was him
that stole my lawn mower
and he painted it green
and my grill with steaks cooking on it

I'm gonna get porky the snitch pig after him
he wanted jello stuck to the fridge door
and acres of oats to throw up in the bathroom
hes anarexic but no relation to t.rexic


toc/htm
- Wednesday, July 28, 1999 at 03:30:34 (PDT)

I imagine walking hand in hand with
on the beach
in the sand
I'm a creep your fired again
I can't do anything for you but bleed
in your street
I wanted to hold you
and shit down your throat
toc/html
- Wednesday, July 28, 1999 at 03:15:19 (PDT)

to my misshapen calamity
there has been another
brittle break
a tear in that pretty
moral fiber
I express my regards
as well as
sympathy
merely subsided
by the thought of
rebound retribution
though that casue
would be the last
THE LAST
this time while you
are in your
"dark room"
watch the furniture
you grab
for one false move
may sever the only
magnetic grasp
you have
on me










heal yourself in proper time
rather than with my bandages
Pretynd
- Tuesday, July 27, 1999 at 21:27:32 (PDT)

It was a July Tuesday in 1942 and I was 24
wanting to be 27 like my dreamtype mentor
who works not alone but always in pairs
both of them sexy with their long hairs
each bearing a gotee, it makes me want more
I'll take them individually and even together
my lords, I thee worship, until you go my way
I need you out of my dreams and into my life
to share with me your souls now and forever.
KMDTMM
- Tuesday, July 27, 1999 at 20:03:51 (PDT)

a country life so very simple
full of love from all the life
surrounded in a paradise which
only I reserve the right to judge

the wind blows and the clouds rain
air of yellow with rainbows of three
there is magic in the making and the
elements are aligned for the taking

projecting images filter in instead
traces of me are in your head while
the lust for you still lingers on in2
my dreams while I lay asleep in bed

no need to move on as you know what
I do mean as it is each other we see
in our dreams together we are united
souls but in our reality its just me
so shut your eyes and there I will be
hanging onto the heart in your memory



Excuse me, I was the one
- Tuesday, July 27, 1999 at 19:42:24 (PDT)

"Searching no more"

Rats run in the night
ghost move in my mind
rip the love out of my eyes
focus on thoughts of life this time
shadows disapear right here with me
pass within them and feel it still alive
accepting a soul wants to be free
the earth confines moving time
the path will be the darkest
trails will somehow divide
optic illusions decieving as it escapes
the feelings could'nt lie
something moving in the skies
from the core of earths rising
the moon stands in the way
stars universe complied
all the answers say to me that you are mine
try to dream life love in peace
pressure somewhere applied
out of the star massed land
from the earths mud and green
released some power spirit the sky don't need
into the life love and dream
bring you knot tied attached heart to me
only love you in a dream
dark hair flowing
your dark eyes are calling me
I have without you
nothing
have I seen you
yes I dream
every part of everything
I see how it fits together
I may be wrong
only you are right for me
love only wordslove poem
to you from me
a real reason
why did'nt I see your the one I waited for
and have been in this maze endlessly


legend
Title"Searching no more"
Vol. title Alphabet spells
copyright{c}1999
Written by Travis Ray Cole



oeoeoe@usa.net
- Tuesday, July 27, 1999 at 11:18:24 (PDT)

you and HER?
whats wrong with this picture?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 27, 1999 at 10:42:21 (PDT)

Call on GOD, he's there for you and me.








Always.
Felicity
- Tuesday, July 27, 1999 at 09:23:20 (PDT)

It's all over. I killed it. I deserve solitude.
I gave up too soon. where's the mental ward?
Jane
- Tuesday, July 27, 1999 at 07:22:08 (PDT)

the little girl lost sanity while thinking of wolves that were penetrating her mind and trying to possess her. from then on she forgot her name, forgot the world, forgot the people. she goes way back into her brain and on the gentle hills around. there was a slaughter there. she's now the one he wants to come.
jamie
- Tuesday, July 27, 1999 at 03:25:55 (PDT)

Rats run in the night
ghost move in my mind
rip the love out of my eyes
focus on thoughts of life this time
shadows disapear right here with me
pass within them and feel it still alive
accepting a soul wants to be free
the earth confines moving time
the path will be the darkest
trails will somehow divide
optic illusions decieving as it escapes
the feelings could'nt lie
something moving in the skies
from the core of earths rising
the moon stands in the way
stars universe complied
all the answers say to me that you are mine
try to dream life love in peace
pressure somewhere applied












Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 27, 1999 at 01:44:37 (PDT)

a mutual lust is all we share
physical energy vibrating
through the distant air
owning the same dream
to experience a sexuality
full of expression & desire
supporting similar features
to oneself, each is a liar
through denying the enivitable
we continue to be far apart
even tho our mind's eye is rite
to show us that upcoming night
where you seed me thy child &
I again, steal your aching heart.


SugarMagnolis
- Monday, July 26, 1999 at 21:17:00 (PDT)

through the elemental powers,

I shall have your heart & soul

never could you truly escape me

as I'll have plenty of control

you will see me in your dreams,

& swear by day you saw me last nite

picking scarlet begonia flowers.

_________________________________>
meantime I will keep dreaming of you

bringing me gifts made of forest green

not saying a word; silently walking by

how shall you mean that; what shall i do

watch you walk away or simply run after u

is it likely that i'll have the same dream

Oh Gabriel, ruler of sleep, pls help me try.


Carebare
- Monday, July 26, 1999 at 20:56:43 (PDT)

I have loved you in a dream
your dark hair flowing
it's your dark eyes that are calling me
I have without you
nothing
have I seen you
yes I dream
every part of everything
I see how it fits together
I may be wrong
only you are right for me
its a love poem
to you from me
a real reason
why did'nt I see your the one I waited for
and have been in this maze endlessly















Anonymous
- Monday, July 26, 1999 at 19:36:31 (PDT)

im stuck behind a wall
of
pain
depression
and
regret
the things i feel
and the things ive felt
i never will forget











I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU!
Anonymous
- Monday, July 26, 1999 at 19:28:48 (PDT)

???????
?????
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?????
???????
Anonymous
- Monday, July 26, 1999 at 19:16:55 (PDT)

i have lost you
and now have lost myself...
i swim in midsummer pain
death
fury
rage.
i hold myself under.
subterranean caves of solitude
i am the faithless dreamer who orbits your soul
in monochrome.
in madness.
swollen essence of fear and loss
this wreckage of a mind,
this mantle of wickedness i wear.
only you.
only you.

you hold a flux of sirens in your voice
whisper to me ....
i am bitten
an avalanche of you.

Anonymous
- Monday, July 26, 1999 at 14:18:08 (PDT)

the voices in his head said
fuck you
Anonymous
- Monday, July 26, 1999 at 09:10:45 (PDT)

Satan was truly the victim this time
he was beat at the magic game by that do gooder
and in the meantime it was made out to look like he
was the bad guy in every episoide
his agent wound not return his calls
he was drawn as the villian
he was switched on the cross and suffered
and unreasonable beating.
right from the middle of a heck of a good time he was
transported into some bad version of an old startrek
show and he knew who was behind all this.
he felt sorry for himself
he wanted a nice hat like the pope
or the firemen had.
they we're actully foes at this point
they got to walk in fire but had cold beer
and air conditioning waiting for them back at home.

Anonymous
- Monday, July 26, 1999 at 07:35:11 (PDT)

Satan woke up with a hang-over
he had gotten blasted with the lord and thier buddys at the
the last party
he realized for the first time
that he was still wearing the same yellow shirt since
thursday ,sure he burnt mr. nelsons stage
and could'nt find jesus' time machine
the flies we're eating
at the open sores in his hands and feet
everybody must get stoned reminded him
to curse dylan again he was having the third Identy
crisis this week.he was in fact starburst
he wanted to be golden
if he could find jethro
see,jethro had the missing page one
and his train schedue he had already missed the boat
his friend jesus had become more reclusive and
had found a hole to crawl in
but all that witchcraft he learnt from mama
payed off he was outta the hole and at the
card table holding a hand full of aces
he had five of them and stacks of chips
a drink in each hand and the remote control
was in his shirt pocket
his cell phone rang and he had people
not answer it for him
Rat Acid Bible
- Monday, July 26, 1999 at 06:17:28 (PDT)

don't fear the reaper
your silent friend
your quiet protector
will guide you during
your very last journey
not to make sure you come to hell
but to give you
your first and last real experience
jamie
- Monday, July 26, 1999 at 03:37:29 (PDT)

"UP to Here"

He was crazy to be crazy
because they wanted his money
and it all sounded so monitary
but it meant everything to them because
they we're told early that they needed to need
what the others where selling
like a fiend to luxury
comfort that would kill them and
they could'nt die without his,you see
gain
for nowhere was thiers
if he had anything they reached
and he had to move bieng the bio-mechanical puppet
of thier under-achivier expecting dream
he was thiers
and failed in threes
again with every breath
every guideline moved towards
what was right in thier eyes
green radar screen minds
taking and holding onto what was never his
trying to rob his mind
he was sane enough to act foolishly
or pretend he cared so cautiously
he was living within the answer
and plotted to lose thier share
by this he won and did'nt really care
for apathy was his belief
they played fair betting on him influencing
the sickness they swam in
dying on the inside
taking him with
only if he was there........

"Sublimial Implant"

Talk to me in my sleep
tell me all you think
I agree if it's deep
message to my mind
means something to you not me
change my feelings,really
try to manipulate me
parinoid dreams
all I want's some peace
Influence ending cycle turning
nightmare stealing orginality.
Travis Ray Cole
- Monday, July 26, 1999 at 00:25:46 (PDT)

From The R.A.Dictionary

Way=
The way she moved
the way she moved as an art
not an art
the only art
nothing else could be art in her shadow
or her light
from her beautiful toes
the look her calves
knees
model this year last year
steal the show
face want
moved in a way the way she moved
everything
there was nothing else
the art of way
her nails hath flames
lightning.
the way she breathed
laughed talked spoke
I would die a thousand times to have a life
like this dream
Anonymous
- Sunday, July 25, 1999 at 21:44:49 (PDT)

ohPETEwhatAwaste

IthinkWEcouldHAVEgoneWITHOUT
imDEADenoughTOhitTHEground
IMgoodENOUGHforTWICEaround
YOUVEfuckedENOUGHandIamBOUND
withPALMSaflameTHEchildISfound

imgoodenoughforTHRICEthatsound
Did I say fast from monotony?
I meant
FEAST


fry.




(Sorry...I did two in one day.Eat me.)
Eve
- Sunday, July 25, 1999 at 19:44:56 (PDT)

Domestic violence is a sea of anger
get caught in it's rip and you eventually die.
The life that you once knew is a thing of the past,
and a future that you could look forward to does not exist
No one can help and to you it seems like no one cares.
So, you sit in the corner and pretent that you can't hear, or see, or feel.
You need to escape and all you can do,
a barell pressed against your temple
Faith Dale
- Sunday, July 25, 1999 at 18:32:25 (PDT)

Psychoactive Dye-job
Is planning her next assasination
Perhaps she'll do away with the greyhound station
But not the entire nation

What's it like to feel not?
What's it like to know not the feeling of the walls of my soul?
Oh yes...if I remeber correctly...in your mind, my fatigued body lacks a soul
I am not whole

Mother everybody hates you
Our Communication is dead
But what you said was true
I am psychoactive and need a new head

The bottle is my friend
The Girl in the Yellow Shirt has started a trend
Of chewing on my heart
So on Mr. Bottle I depend

I'm sorry
I'm so so sorry
I deserve Hell
You do that impression very well
I laughed
I laughed again

My friend The Messiah once said
"Given the oppotunity,
A surreal killer
Would eat his own hands"

Tango with me and we'll call it a day
What the fuck is way, anyway?
Infect me Purple Flower


Oh God infect me






Jane
- Sunday, July 25, 1999 at 17:29:39 (PDT)

i´ve been dreaming all those years
this was reality
so u wake me
so i wonder
is this a dream within a dream....
or is this the dream i´ll regret wakin´from...
paranoia
is what finally killed the cat...
Anonymous
- Sunday, July 25, 1999 at 15:18:33 (PDT)

My thoughts were free last night
I didn't have Her invading them
Mud people,Monty Python, beer, and bat feces instead
I'm not empty now
I'm living just for today
I'm Willie Nelson
I live with Eric Clapton,Tori Amos, and Johnny Cougar
May the latinos dance and be merry!
Essssssuze Me...


Jarlaxle
- Sunday, July 25, 1999 at 14:04:27 (PDT)

J'ai perdu mon tete, mon Dieu
Je n'ai amour-propre pas
Je suis sans tete et sans amour, Mon Dieu
Le sangue et le coeur, sont differents choses

I think I could have gone without
I'm good enough for twice around
yeah, well

To no avail I was thrown back in the mix
Your trash, your pith
And your horny chicks
Middleman savage to carry the baggage
Yes, still picking up those bricks
Damnit you are so fucking
h
eeeee
aaaaaaa
vvvvv
y

I'm gonna run I'm gonna leave
Fidelity's making milquetoast of me
I'm good enough to hit the ground
I'm good enough for twice around
To shake and bite and turn the switch
Let me go you burning bitch
Scour the nation in search of affection
I'm pissing away your consolation
God am I glad I didn't give more
Let me go you hollow whore
So look outside and find your fate
Go to HELL and hit the gate
And meanwhile....

Give it a rest.
I'm good enough and I AM bound
I'm good enough for TWICE that sound

Eve
- Sunday, July 25, 1999 at 12:32:24 (PDT)

I want you,
I need you,
I love you,
I worship you.
Achilles
- Friday, July 23, 1999 at 12:52:56 (PDT)

"ECHOING WITH ELVIS"


WHYwhy why why why
WHYwhy why why why
WHYwhy why why why
Did'nt Elvis shave his head?
WHYwhy why why why
WHYwhy why why why
WHYwhy why why why
Did'nt Elvis shave his head?
WHYwhy why why why
WHYwhy why why why
WHYwhy why why why
Anonymous
- Friday, July 23, 1999 at 11:11:08 (PDT)

Long Shot 21
Kathmandu Prostitute

After work in a bus station I can hardly recognize
Suri in her mountain-tribe clothes
In the bus station all the girls look alike
Without high heels, without earrings
No red lipstick, no languorous eyes
My Kathmandu working girl is out of her working
clothes
No leather mini-skirt, no black lace brassiere
Rats are running between the busses
Only the heavy perfume of seduction lingers
She whispers into my ears, "I love anal"
She bites my lips
Come to my horizontal "lingum temple"!
I will massage your nipples!
The Kathmandu mistresses are will trained in the art
of love
They are shaved smooth as satin
But in my forest there are not trees that will hide my
appetite
There is no room that cannot be a bordello
There is no bed unpierced by the sword of Kali.