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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)


???????
?????
???
?????
???????
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.
Erotic carvings on the gates are silently laughing.

----

Valery Oisteanu


Anonymous
- Friday, July 23, 1999 at 03:52:01 (PDT)


i wouldn't see
the highest branch
if i wasn't hurt
jamie
- Friday, July 23, 1999 at 03:39:35 (PDT)


knife
cut
blood
if i could cut my bones, i would
jamie
- Friday, July 23, 1999 at 03:36:04 (PDT)


i dont know what i need.
is what i need "love"?
what is love?
could it possible be love i lack?
or is it you im lacking?¿
jessyca
- Thursday, July 22, 1999 at 22:29:40 (PDT)


you play me with
video game hands
all over the stick
radiating your joy.

I'm crazy to let you
roam in and around
to see the seat empty
and noone and no sound

Like you, I really do
but am not; never will
be the one for you.
I shall let you go

Thru pins you play me
and manipulate my world
During rituals you're called
but always in low key

bongo beating background
sends me another century
to face yet another truth
about soulmates who found.

;~0

Sweetcarry
- Thursday, July 22, 1999 at 22:27:50 (PDT)


hey I knew you
hey what happened
where'd you go
pretty little thing
so long ago?

nowwhere are you
you're no where to be
just standing still
waiting for him
to set you free

Please let him alone
and bond elsewhere.
Don't deprive him
from someone else's care
so learn to let him go.














sweetcarry
- Thursday, July 22, 1999 at 22:18:08 (PDT)


Hell Has an icky smell
And so does my rotting beef carcass
Do they belong together? Is that how it is?

Eating the tower of cheese will not save my soul
Thinking about jumping will not save my soul
My emphatic purple flower cannot save my soul
My mistress, My Girl in the yellow shirt cannot save my soul
Fucking like a rabbit will not save my soul
Being a carpenter will not save my soul
Jack Daniels will not save my soul
The ruby slippers will not save my soul
Brown sugar will not save my soul
The sunGod RA can not save my soul
Marianne will not save my soul
Your River cannot save my soul
Your light cannot save my soul
Your promise cannot save my soul

My father, well...he was sick at the time
He caught himself on fire
The Birds were absent
Satan found humor in this

I still hear it

Chirp Chirp Chirp
Must mean it's moring
I am not in hell yet
Jane
- Thursday, July 22, 1999 at 22:01:40 (PDT)


Ka Ka Ka
Can we say
beautiful
????????
pretynd
- Thursday, July 22, 1999 at 21:53:06 (PDT)


I know it too be
I know it too
pretynd
- Thursday, July 22, 1999 at 21:52:19 (PDT)


He would have been 89 today.
Large hands, gentle heart.
He taught me the smell of rain,
the sound of snow. "Nobody paints
like God Beth". I miss you today,
I love you forever grandad.
Happy Birthday.
Beth
- Thursday, July 22, 1999 at 12:35:03 (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
travis


Copyright{c}1995

Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at ratacidtravis@writeme.com


=========================================
Code GREENriverA.S.A.P.ASBESTOEStomoatoes
Travis Ray Cole
- Thursday, July 22, 1999 at 08:26:37 (PDT)


She read a good book as he "took" a bow
movement was echoed thru the slient hallway
maybe something was dead
why just yesterday
I thought about it bieng yesterday
it could have been anything
that flew into the said vehicle
and speaking of vehicles
he told noone anything
because he did'nt have to say it
they knew that thier attepts at holding him back
keeping him down they could be ignored
{hold on}
SHUT THE FUCK UP OVER THERE!!!
{I can't work under conditions like this}
he thought again
the Ideal bieng ,really
he didnt use them as his vehicle
no,hell no
they didnt understand? maybe
they didnt see the plan
or most likely
they where anti him
at this point
all points
and they were not they
they bieng one
only because
a student follower
he gave up on
could become real
could be just as good
if the problem mind was eliminated
he gave thanks from somewhere inside
and wanted to be kind
he only wished they would let him be
whatever it means
be worry excesively leave nothing
and theres no time for nothing
what ever was blocking
was in the way
and what ever was in the way
was sure to lose itself down the twisting turning
tornado that was going to even it all up again
with no help from me
nothing I say or do can change it
and its really to bad
that a alright force has to be taken down with the
fact of the matter is
it did this to itself
and nothing and nobody can help
or change it
no matter how many times
it turns its back
to go against
no matter how many knifes it sticks in
who ever to its side begins
its really unforturnate for them
Its not me
I didnt do this
and I cant go with it
for it is against me
I cant feel for it
it is against me
no bullet no hero
I cant defend it
I am not part of this
even if I wanted to be
it has to go away to die
and I wanted everthing to be right
cool
everything































Anonymous
- Thursday, July 22, 1999 at 07:52:53 (PDT)


LISTEN YOU GOD HATERS.........AND LISTEN GOOOD

YOU WILL GAG AND CHOKE ON THOSE WORDS.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 21, 1999 at 22:36:11 (PDT)


oh mother inlaw.....split tongue devil you are...why
can't you end up road kill ?
Be
- Wednesday, July 21, 1999 at 22:32:16 (PDT)


satan's angels???















zeek
- Wednesday, July 21, 1999 at 22:06:10 (PDT)


collision and a
heartbeat
so close to his
region
near to my moments
I know
do I know
what is outside
musical moments
got whats inside
make it work
make me work













I just wanna
fill my empty hands
ventricle
- Wednesday, July 21, 1999 at 20:31:55 (PDT)


watch out theres is a big dead aminal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 21, 1999 at 20:14:23 (PDT)


Shhhhh
Those eccletic tales are getting boring
But my perversion is getting a little too dirty.
Jane
- Wednesday, July 21, 1999 at 13:58:15 (PDT)


HALF ANGEL, HALF LUNCH

Outside you're a big girl now,
owner of things that plug in,
safely emigrated from the old neighborhood's
mothery clutch.
But inside broods that familiar kid:
big-kneed bird-legs in saddle shoes,
uselessly rouged nipples beneath a nautical shirt
bought at Sears,
who watches the ex-lover sneak into evening,
melting back into suburbia in
his mother's Mercedes.

Tonight he's returned after six years,
and just for old times he's sat you down and
forced you to recall
the all-night black girl beauty salons and big-gut
bowling alleys
you introduced him to,
the storefront fish restaurants of the slums,
the dates at the dirty movie,
beginning with six-packs of Bud and handfuls of
Ramses Extras,
continuing onto the Puerto Rican pompadour
roller rink,
and ending with the cinematic swirl of his mad
young kisses,
beneath the still-bright marquee of an ancient
south side theatre.

His return brings a miasma of memories, most
of them bad:
department store parking lot blow-jobs while
passing shoppers watch;
a Bronx cheer from outside the Cozy Cafe
window
in front of all your friends;
3 a.m. phone calls that upset your mother;
and breaking your tail bone skating on Fleet
Street,
while he scouts the neighborhood snack shops
for noontime blondes:
"Love means having to say you're sorry every
five minutes," he explains.

Afterwards you watch from your third floor
window:
he strolls over to the Mercedes parked in front of
The Magnolia Arms
("Uptown's Classiest Halfway House"),
gives the thumbs-up to the homeless man in the
undershirt
muttering on the curb,
then cowboys the car away.
Filled with feeling you pry your skinny viscera
sky-wide
to let in the eternity of the evening,
batter against heaven until it gives back
all your nine-hour St. Jude novenas, patron
saint of hopeless cases,
the rosaries recited desperately, breathlessly, on
the City Hall toilet
to insure his affection forever,
memories of lying prostrate beneath him for
weeks,
distraught from love's insomnia,
and the intense, now-gone desire you long,
once again, to possess.

Look! The couples kissing on Coiler's Beach
are worshipping the first place he stood you up!
The totem pole at Bittersweet and Eden is a
beacon
to the first place you slapped his face!
The whole of Chicago is a shrine to his first
romantic line:
"Is that your real hair color?"

Listen! The wild night is calling.
But no, your small amens simply dissipate
noplace in particular.

----

Sharon Mesmer

from "Long Shot"# 20
Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 21, 1999 at 06:25:07 (PDT)


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

Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 21, 1999 at 00:26:17 (PDT)


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

Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 21, 1999 at 00:03:51 (PDT)


because he listened to am radio in his car
the lord then became a big homo
and had a dangerous spat with his bitch satan
who was funking out of the police accadamy
and the lord paid a lot of money
for his bitch satan to get in there too.
whist the lord went to the
"C leveland I nstitute of A rt"
he studied hard and his little bitch satan
didnt study nearly at all.
and the lord thru satan out of thier loft
and climbed up on top of the television
{they had a 6 foot screen}
and prayed to the satilite
that he could watch ally mcbeal and dave letterman
that night then got so drunk
that he passed out before they came on
and he pissed his pants
thats right the lord was so drunk
that he pissed his pants
and he pissed all over ohio
which they thought was acid rain
well the lords piss was toxic
because he worked with asbestoes
but at least he had a job
you lazy sinners
so then he started listening to chuck berry
which made him cool again
and he rocked
so begat jesus rock
well he spent some time in mexico
looking for a nice '64 to restore
and they called him late for dinner
so he waited till late one night
and snuk into a garden right this side of
your alley and ate a big salad.
y
Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 20, 1999 at 23:30:46 (PDT)


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


Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 20, 1999 at 23:03:52 (PDT)


And the lord wore those big groucho shades
with the nose
as he snuk thru the garden
he moved slightly down the train tracks
not to frighten the real train killer
or disturb
him from his nap
but he did steal the real free train killers freshly caught fish
{it was a big pike}
the lord went around telling everyone he knew
that he caught the said fish
when he got to the tree
no one could hear him
but the lord was a man
so he was still wrong
he could'nt see the forest
and he listened way to much mansion
both charlie and sadie.
and whilst Elvis told big lies to nixon
he gave him a gun with high hopes
as satan told big red
I could have the '68 comeback
summary
satan was elvis elvis was satan
the lord was a man so he was still wrong
Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 20, 1999 at 22:39:16 (PDT)


And while the lord was out hunting deer
to make skins for clothes
he killed more beatles than the kennedys
and he was a hell of a landscaper
he watched growing tips shows on pbs
and frightened Adam who became parinoid
and he dropped the tomatoe soup
all over the bread which was thier dinner
but the children
we're so hungry
they fought over it and atr it anyway
thus the very first pizza
so they tried it with and with out ranch dressing
and later came avacodoes
cain wanted to become a beat write
to impress his fianccee "Mom"
so he begat writing bizarre parodies
displaying irrepressible thoughts
which coinsides with his dating
{pretty much he was obbessed with the god thing}
as an anti-war protest
the eyes were opened
and they ate the snakes food stuffs
you know the mice the rats
and they needed more clothing so she shopped
and she shopped at the mall forever
her pain was multiplied and she brang forth children
until somebody begat a female
so he ate the tomatoes
in the fields he sang slave songs
plotting against the union
avoiding the court appointted psychoanalytic treatment
the lord assignned to him
well satan didnt get his wings back but at least he finished his
and paid his restition off
as he sung unsoliceted work songs in the fields
you could hear the likes of "pick a bale of cotton"
as heard from the classic "the Jerk"
the the afternoon sun
so they made aprons out of fig leaves
and baked the first bread
and he stole tomatoes off the market truck
and hid some hot peppers in his hat
for his lunch
wanna do lunch was his favorite line
well,the sound of the lord walking thru the garden
made him tragically insane
you will not die said the snake
but she did years later
only after plotting episoides
cursed to wear heels
cast out
of the now sanctioned land
god gave it to the canadians
hence gods country
or is that milawakkee
they moved upstate and got a condo on the lake
and he every now and again still
he sayeth am I not my brothers keeper
his brother said unto them
its cheaper to keep her
he called her mom he called her honey
they moved down south where the land was cheaper
Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 20, 1999 at 22:09:22 (PDT)


Jesus, Why does my uncleanliness
have such a friendly scent?
Um...nope, I'm not ready to repent.
Torn between the verse from The Great Magician's lips
And the Soft aching valley between my mistress' hips.
No Loophole, no escape
Losing time, losing mind
Mind's losing shape
Shape's lacking Life
life's lacking spirit
Spirit's lacking me
I have fucked up tendencies
I want to be

The revolver is a thought
only a thought
I am afraid
I'v said too much?

"That's me in the corner"

Purple flower, you ease the pain

perhaps..."words don't matter anymore"

That building has a nice roof

"I'm thinkin' of Jumping"

But the birds will forgive me

I drove back to see her laying there
I did not cry, they said the impact killed her instantly
But I wanted to hold her, atleast place her body on the side of the road, they think it's funny
I laughed too.

The tidal wave scared me this time, you weren't there
no birds there
no mistress there
no buildings there
no spirit there
no purple flower there

Does spirit send us purple flowers?

I once was lost...still am



Jane
- Tuesday, July 20, 1999 at 21:58:33 (PDT)


Give to me of the tree
if this is your tree,I have planted seeds
if you have no rightly deed
lets call the multiple listing service
and make an appointment to see the said tree
I have planted seeds
woman feed me
I hunger cast the snake out?
asked alice as she clicked her high heels
we must make wood projects
boats trofts and crosses to stone the angels cast out
god save the trees cried the wiseman #3
but he was a woman,no angel
I am wearing clothes the empirior chimed in
give to me of the tree
she was as apple pie as any wiccin girl could be
I worshipped her she kinda dug me
together we had some crazy need
to join at the heart we planted seeds
johnny may have been a farmer
but the lord knows the cornbelt betted on rain
I am so hungry give to me of the tree
I can lie thru my teeth
the snake has cut down you cherries
yes it was me spitting
spitting out the seeds
{oh god you sayeth}
why do I hid myself
what your some kinda freak?
don't you be looking at me
would you be doin' my laundy my lord
the elevator down
that satan clown all his music was in c
the garden party had parking in the lot next door
for a nominal fee
and judias sold bibles out there in the street

one year later
they dug up the snake
and moved his grave
fast food was a century away
and his skin went on my feets


give to me of the tree
pass the plate insert some cheese
cidar tasting kisses
vinager pickeled dreams


AT 280K
Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 20, 1999 at 18:49:45 (PDT)


Man
Am I thankful I didn't give more
It's Mars day oevure
And this payback's a whore
Iv'e found myself swimming in Hell's sea
It's coming down in torrents
Coming down all over me

Something is moving up there
Something is switching houses
Something's bartering
Something's making a deal
Thank heaven I didn't give more

Neptune, make of me a fixed fish
Eve
- Tuesday, July 20, 1999 at 16:02:04 (PDT)


MEAN PEOPLE SUCK LIKE AN INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH HOOVER.

Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 20, 1999 at 07:30:21 (PDT)


Woman without a cause

She is a six foot cunt
mean to everyone, hater
of animals, good times, and
her step son, yep she is a six
foot cunt.

Selfish to her own, even more to
the others. Lying, cheating, stealing,
whore of pot.

Yes she makes me wish her dead....mabey
a poisonous snake will fill her with venom,
perhaps a runaway train will smash her brain?
Oh all I can do is have faith and hope.


SET
- Tuesday, July 20, 1999 at 07:25:59 (PDT)


"Signal from nowhere"

How clean her wrists looked.....uncut
viens shining through
bieng scutinized critized and trapped
under the microscope all the time
how clean her thoughts were
what a waste of time
with the truth only to lie to her
only
lying because she cares
yeah then
loving because lifes there
shining like cold blue steel
cold water not cool
pain in flesh,loss dense thick haterd
a victim of yourself
tomorrow steals itself
reaching to yesterday for help
no heaven to save a soul
the ground is so cold
go not to hell
understanding that you'ld rather not love me
than love yourself
you would rather not love me
than love yourself
yourself.......yourself
edit=cut
Travis Ray Cole
- Tuesday, July 20, 1999 at 02:49:32 (PDT)


"sell magizines"

she wants me to sell magizines
that includes me
she wants me to sell magizines
i just wanna sleep with her
i dont care about anything
i cant be selling magizines
i cant i dont think
i should ask her to sleep with me
and she wants me to sell magizines
she said that shes lazy
Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 20, 1999 at 02:29:43 (PDT)


oh I was making fun of myself
namedropper
mark twain you know
then laughing at bad reviews
with it




"namedropper"
alan ginsberg alan ginsberg
the new kauruocs
less vague more accessible
and surrealist like we like
dont want your guilt pain
dont need your guilt pain

that stage
fronrt roll whatever poem with
acting refrences
its a bad episode
i wanna think good about someone
and another closed mind is in the way
really bad feeling bad memories
shit like that i would wait until the anger is gone
and i can think clearly then combine
it with this other one that needs help
and take out the crap lines maybe
the whole process might take years
Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 20, 1999 at 02:20:48 (PDT)


Thanks Once Again
I'd like to thank everyone
Thank You
Travis Ray Cole
- Tuesday, July 20, 1999 at 00:57:51 (PDT)


havent you heard the news
love is dead and buried
under the mass of hurt
under the strain of the past
cant we learn by our mistakes
havent we the time to heal
i dont think so its too late
i have the answers but its
just too late to put back the clock
its just too late
Anonymous
- Monday, July 19, 1999 at 15:51:13 (PDT)


Mckinley Monument (it is Buffalo, New York)

I am that colossal white glowing hued monument
that stands in the wind vertically
like the mountain within this great nation
of all nations who raise the golden flag
your optical globes witness me whenever you amble by
you inspect me gingerly as if i were just new
when you can read the date at my base
knowing for sure that i have lived longer
than the ages of you and your brother combined
my outer skin glows with the sun beams
reflecting like a mystic prism when my shadow
makes it home on the hot concrete floor
that is the possession of old Niagra Square.
Michael Ellis "poei"
- Monday, July 19, 1999 at 10:47:13 (PDT)


Those soft kisses
Will I ever find them again?
Will another give me that feeling?
Is it possible?
I hope so
I am scared...
Why is it this way
Will I feel that closeness we had with anyone else
I don't really think it's possible
Why did he have to take my best friend from me?
I shouldn't feel hatred but I do...
I wish things could be the way they were
but they can't...
Well I'll give the new one a shot
I have nothing to lose
or do I?

Jarlaxle
- Sunday, July 18, 1999 at 23:23:49 (PDT)


hours spent in deprivation
pennies to the thought of you
the way the light reflected
off your shining hair
banished every other moment
in which I have wanted
no more properly stated
needed.







was that a kiss good night?
Pretynd
- Sunday, July 18, 1999 at 21:44:09 (PDT)


walkingthroughthepaces
swimmingthroughyourplaces

I was nothing before this
Eve
- Sunday, July 18, 1999 at 14:14:26 (PDT)


"Smil@"
When there're filming me I see your eyes
reaching out of the craters in the walls
never able to accept killing ryhyme I said
there is me,soul stolen from the mirror
reaching into the movement of lost memories
hiding from itself only to deny
a thousand words meaning
optic illuisions have left traces
in the lens of weakness
moving at the speed of lies
the floor filled with yester-moments
splice my hypnotising thoughts of
leftover reason and anger filled skies

Travis Ray Cole
- Saturday, July 17, 1999 at 22:42:12 (PDT)


ODE TO AUNTIE STELLA

We gather round you at holiday's
we love you more it's true
we can't remember the time you
ever made us blue

we all love your stuffing mix
and in times of a funeral crisis your the man
its all up to you
even the cat without a tail
believes in kissing wait my tails gone he meows
surgicly removed

you only live once they say
fuck you this is important
oh sorry then
a cat dont need a tail
a life numbered chasing its
somethings missing
and at easter time im as sick as you
forge my name
the medical bill
for the cat just came
i know now your a russian
and your against us
and the cats
and all animals and even the trees
but in a good way
this just in that wars over
auntie
auntie
stella
take me to school
auntie auntie
stand up to pee
jeez
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 17, 1999 at 15:03:49 (PDT)


reliegion flies
cross made out of dollar bills
a sacrfice to gods
fruit?
why dont you put a pork chop out there for him
hey there little buddy your praying to fruit flies
the three breasted buddah
wont come eat the fruit
but the fruit flies do
hurry pray to them
look away
im not eating anything
maybe
the gods ate it?
did'nt you put it there for the gods
no i didnt write this.
hey,lets pray to cheesecake now
or grilled onions
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 17, 1999 at 10:21:27 (PDT)


bieng published
dictionary?
that include make hundreds of copies
and littering
I mean satuaerating
the intersection of milwakee and damen?
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 17, 1999 at 09:20:56 (PDT)


I won a small garlic press
that means
what?
I won a small garlic press

Anonymous
- Saturday, July 17, 1999 at 09:17:46 (PDT)


OOOOOOOOOO

I love you
and need you miss you why can't you be mine
{he said with great pain}
why cant you be,why cant you be
where does it end in time?
she was'nt there so she had no 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
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
they created in the background
you know the whole deal
a big bucket of chicken a camaro with t-tops
shes got a white dress heels
and a white picket fence behind her
but thats not it really
he more or less got along with her sister
that looked like the star
the one the married lyle something
and was in tune with his mind
and easy to talk to
on many dates with and she made him feel wanted at the
drive up window at the bank when
the money girl inside said his name to sweetly
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 parady
in the afternoon sun
after a strange night of junking
on another occiasion
when he showed up at the sisters house
with the little mob princess to try to make
the clear colored on jealose
she cared not and only thought of heffer lady
the entire time they was there
but at the same time the real fantasy
got jealose and gave her a fucked up look
and the radiator didnt get fixed that day
but it wont go away for him
as far as he goes away from them
as close as he gets to you
extract that line
dont come stand next to me I'm real sick of that
she could just not be his reason
and he would still be
she could inspire the greatest season
and not have to ryhyme
its true


Anonymous
- Saturday, July 17, 1999 at 07:55:32 (PDT)


"My new bio"
Travis Ray Cole lives in a new town again
The only thing in that town was bugs
flying around the light at the gas station
the only thing around
how slow it moved
and lightning illuminated the cars of the train
as if it was nowhere too.he would have applied for
postion of nowhere man but the beastles already
did that
with the paper stands empty
as if there was no news
He is writing his bio most days until dawn
and waiting for someone to die and leave him something
so I quit my joke at the containers commercial
because the ideal of buying a illeagal alein
passed maybe becauseI'd just set it free
fearing the toxic level of the closed nuke plant
minutes away ,maybe thats the cause of my
tooth problem he told the stalker friend
she laughed haphazedly
it melting lung hazard without a name
a parady looking over the lake
believing the nuke plant was really closed
because they told me so
then all the wrong has gone away
like a memorie of her at the bus station
wishing I could put her on two busses
and run
I walked until I bleed
and told my little one if the desert gots no water
its no place for schoolyou wanna go to berklee or new york
i can help you
ill work at taco bell or become a landscaper
and leave the mental ones sister and our
three crack babies by then
change my name and we can always jam until I die
little honey
or I could stand and wait for the corn to grow
and wait for the funny phone to ring
like theres not 3 people on the computer
right now as I write the wrong things
I would wait and wait for the corn to grow
its not a code
its not good and it aint no joke

love
- Friday, July 16, 1999 at 23:06:18 (PDT)


Girl...u smell like plastik
Z
- Friday, July 16, 1999 at 20:02:04 (PDT)


you make my weakness stronger
as well as my strenghths weak
my words?... not good enough for you
there for i shall not speak.

im confused,
i need advice, and
i dont know what to do...
please help me
"The Mystery"
ill confide in you.
Mystery
- Friday, July 16, 1999 at 00:01:54 (PDT)


Emptiness I felt
Fulfillment peaked in briefly
Then ran off before I could grab it
now Emptiness has returned
Do I hear fulfillment creeping up to the door again?
I doubt it

anonymous
- Thursday, July 15, 1999 at 23:04:01 (PDT)


Next time let's just cut to the chase and make

S O U P

instead
Eve
- Thursday, July 15, 1999 at 22:13:03 (PDT)


moment off track
when his smile was slightly
of the kilter
when his thoguhts werent
as pure as me
and I wasnt
near enough too
a few seconds
in his perfection
drives insanity
intells profanity
and lacks the
languid
persuasion
I
desire
Pretynd
- Thursday, July 15, 1999 at 06:35:15 (PDT)


I don't know what to do

Eve
- Thursday, July 15, 1999 at 05:46:53 (PDT)


Thank you
everyone
thank you
thanks again
I love you all
many thanks
a special thank you
to everyone who made this moment possible
I'd like to thank everyone who's anyone
and anyone who aint
I d like to thank you all for everything
I mean it
Travis Ray Cole
Thanks and God Bless you all
- Thursday, July 15, 1999 at 02:42:19 (PDT)


Heaven is a lie that I told to much
Hell is the truth that hits harder than the bat against the womans face as her husbands forces her into submission for the tenth time today. Pain! That is what life amounts to pain, and sorrow. What is left when you take away the pain? Just the look of dismay when your child drowns his kitten.
JS Harrison
- Wednesday, July 14, 1999 at 23:55:26 (PDT)


"Let me live in your garage"
or just let me live
======================================================
"lunatic"
It's crazy I'm by myself
it hurts the money can't help
in a cage a prison of mind
and you are forgotten
you believe I died
destitute volience anger
pleading pain daylight lingers
trading glances within faceless danger

====================================================
"The Statute of Death"
My friend you spit upon hollow brass
my love for life is dying to last
I turn I turn sometime I die
life to live pains debt won't die
====================================================
"paranormal parinoid hide lie"
help me ally
help me seizue
help me heart diease
help me you stroke
hhhhaaaaaaahhhhaahahaaaaahaaa
Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 14, 1999 at 23:24:54 (PDT)


Spirituality knocks
I peek and unbolt the door
perhaps after this, I will be more
Of myself
Put down that drink

Jane
- Wednesday, July 14, 1999 at 22:43:45 (PDT)


as her hair was red as her hair was brown
the summer dress to her ankle slit down
her smile like her smile
her laugh and distinctive voice
like no other
looks so sophlistcated with her hair back
and every move she makes
not wore out unlike others
you know others
still has got it
what the fuck is way?
she once said to me
think i better let you explain it

Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 14, 1999 at 10:54:24 (PDT)


" Yellow (purity,Heaven)and Black (sin,Hell)"


Be with me
Yellow and Black
Love me
Yellow and Black
Kiss me so hard
Yellow and Black
Swivel me in your arms
Yellow and Black
Caress me with your tongue
Yellow and Black
Have me, be one
Yellow and Black
Fill my soul with your sweet surender
Yellow and Black
Now you are mine, all mine
Yellow and Black
Fulfilling power I have
Yellow and Black


Finally after all this time (men)I am in control!

sissy
- Wednesday, July 14, 1999 at 08:47:12 (PDT)


put a bullet in my brain
put a bullet in my brain
then i dont have to hear you say anything
put a bullet in my head
then i wont wish i was dead
right it left without you
put a moutian between you and me
give me a hole to hid in please
jump off the cliff
put a bullet in my teeth
so i cant feel you go and cheat
why this
put a bullet in my hand
and ill shove it up your plan
the one where we listen to
yes guess who
share the land
put a bullet in your head cause i wish
something meant
you dont even lie good
put a brick in the wall
electric fence 10 feet tall
so you use you
ah you wont be no friend
way worse its the end
happy happy
bite on it
it might save you
medecine
put a cap in your ass
cause you all there is
only you could love you
burn me exterminate me
dump my body in the sea
write a love song to cheat on me
stab me learning
put a coin in
call on me
lie to me with diaese books for burning
oh yeah save the trees
got to poision me
drive a cross in to deep
live for something
I hope that money loves you back
its crazy
i hope that money loves you back
and save it
i hope theres a way to retract my breath
wasted
what the hell do you love to far apart from

Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 14, 1999 at 03:32:25 (PDT)


"FAVORITE PLAY"

In the front role,non-existant to a paraelle world
as you refelect the society you would have blamed
for when your cure is more,more than ever before
and if I hated to see you with him
I hated to see you,at all,or with me
and how could that be
there is no mirror between
the thin line marking making maybe merging into stage
your space
where do you get your scripts?
who draws you so art of non-art?
happy to be angry within bieng without me
thinking me in mind won't answer your prayers
or steal your breath
won't give you life you don't want
or begin to breach in peace
back roll tribal,spine drawn etched through X-ray
left hand bio-mechanical frozen still
holding roses blood red dying as soon as they were
stolen.out of my mind your anger does not effect
your actions and this will never be drawn or acted on
as long your memory is distant from your little dream.
before the curtain before there was a godless love for
an exit,deserved,marked territores deep on the floor
If the core was center the heart you drove deep into
hell emerges in pain written from method but only
improvised upon with haste and decor expecting help
with nothing as sarcasim bounces around the walls
asking you to join in on que of coarse when the
prop no longer entertains the crowd players audiance
you rule the jury of none unless skitzifriendlyia sets
in again
and so innocently your lines pour out of the tip of your
brillant mind
reciting classic decay leaving me bored again.
bored with the acting lying,the whole game
intricate instruments are not props
and stopped clocks can't tell time
I don't need to know who you love if your hatred
is felt between each line



Act two
- Wednesday, July 14, 1999 at 02:18:10 (PDT)


Jesus poked me in the eye and I kinda liked it. He said..."well I decided to pay you a vist...it isn't easy travelling this many light years to tell you what an ass you've been." and then he kissed me on the cheek and forced me to rip out his heart, It was violet and squishy and it was crying. He poked me in the eye and I started to cry. I wasn't alone today when I went for my walk.


Eve Thank you
Jane
- Tuesday, July 13, 1999 at 18:34:40 (PDT)


What a damned
JELLYFISH
Youv'e got no guts
brother
You wouldn't say you were wrong
To save your life
That 4-pound mass of cells youv'e
Got in your head up there
Gave out a
long time ago
long time ago


What did I expect?
Eve
- Tuesday, July 13, 1999 at 01:51:31 (PDT)


Confusion
It runs me deep
And it runs me
Dry
Pretynd
- Monday, July 12, 1999 at 12:00:59 (PDT)


Always


Z
- Monday, July 12, 1999 at 05:37:45 (PDT)


"The Question"

Do you want to share that
part of life with me where we have pain?
how could I ask you that
It is said
do you want to share pain with me?
the part where we have pain,will happen
so I would rather be with you
than anyone else to get through the pain.
has pain been used enough in a sentence?
life equals together against alone
honest lies
watch
hurt
away
run
if you care
if I care enough
to get together and try to make
something in life where we are together
do you want to?
do you even notice
there is tomorrow

Answer
- Monday, July 12, 1999 at 01:41:52 (PDT)


"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...
and girl I behold you beautiful."




Who could not be in love with him?
Pretynd
- Saturday, July 10, 1999 at 11:07:16 (PDT)


"BEAT DOWN"

Mood happy
for family,friends
look search reunite celebrate again
intercepted accidentially
run from it
pull strengh reality won't bend
rules take seperate
search within
over and over
done in
lost in the snow
throw away rust-hole
run over evidently no more
run
my name is stay
detained
goodbye dont cry
ill see you again
1800 miles aint nothing
to me
let me just talk
say goodbye please
laugh in my face
chicken wire breaks
bleeding fist of rage
glass mistake
sticks swinging
oh shit
i feel nothing
write it on the wall
beat me down again
with sticks
ok ok i give
wipe it off the wall
write in blood this big
beat me down again
while he got away
they laughed in my face
pharmedics heal
not me
sign release
stamped fist bleed
of to county
bars are grey
depressing me
i think
without enough blood
all nite i wish i was free



=======================================
"run"
point the gun at my head
go ahead shoot me mother fucker
i said,and ran
what id do?nothing bad.
=======================================


Anonymous
- Saturday, July 10, 1999 at 02:39:33 (PDT)


whyisitthatwhenthedayisbright
thewholeworldlaughsatyourface
youcrouchdownshieldingyoureyes
fromtheridiculeofstrangers
peopleseemtobemilesaheadofyou
theonesyouthinkthatcareforyoudont
andforwhat

yousitinfrontofthetvtheboxofdreams
everythingyouwatchseemstoremindyouofsomething
youareevilthatsit
iveknownforsometimeitssomesortofrevelation
aweighthasbeentakenfrommymind
doyouthinkabouttvthewayitdullsthemind
forgetingistheeasypartforgivingyourselfisharder

bitingtheskinfromyourhandsdoesnthelp
neitherdoeshittingthewallwithyourfists
paindoesthelpithindersthethoughtsthatyoutruelyfeel
youthinkmusicwouldbegoodyouputonacd
itallcomesbackfloodingliketheriversofheavenifthereisone
thisishellandthereisntanywayout
Anonymous
- Friday, July 09, 1999 at 15:11:56 (PDT)



Nanosecond Waiting for the red light to turn
G R E E N
Yeah it was amber
So what
So what

I refuse to turn my back
I refuse to twist the knife
I refuse to live an
inneffectual life

(yeah, well )

To no avail
I'm thrown back in the mix
Your car and your poetry
And your horny chicks
Middleman savage
To carry your baggage
And pick up his bricks
You are so
heavyheavyheavyheavyheavy
And I wish I could run
I want to leave
My Fidelitiy's making
Milquetoast of me

Irretrievable
gone faceless
Irreedemable
absent graceless
No self- regard
Sans our-ame pre-opre

I'm lost and I'm still stuck at the red light
Eve
- Thursday, July 08, 1999 at 22:58:14 (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?
a A
- Thursday, July 08, 1999 at 14:54:37 (PDT)


llllllllllllllll

"get me a Toaster Blues"
get me happy when I seen you
want to get,get with you
ain't like others know its true
don't need others only you
mama called me telephone news
your cousin stalked me what else is new
Get me a toaster when I marry you
get me a toaster and a can opener too
get me a toaster electric blues
get me a toaster ,toaster blues
I waited so long to get with you
always am happy you are mine
gotta have you till the end of time

take2 and call me in the morning

"TOASTER BLUES"

Get me happy when I seen you
Want to get it together with you
ain't like others know its true
you sure could cut my heart into

GET ME A TOASTER WHEN I MARRY YOU
GET ME A TOASTER CAN OPENER TOO
GET ME A TOASTER ELECTRIC BLUES
GET ME A TOASTER TOASTER BLUES

Your Mama called me telephone news
Your cousin stalked me what else to lose
I waited so long to be with you
when it comes to love I stand accused

GET ME A TOASTER WHEN I MARRY YOU
GET ME A TOASTER CAN OPENER TOO
GET ME A TOASTER ELECTRIC BLUES
GET ME A TOASTER TOASTER BLUES

told the best man ,my friend for life
I'll get me a toaster when I take you for my wife
you know what he said?he told me to do
go out and buy one and be rid of you

GET ME A TOASTER WHEN I MARRY YOU
GET ME A TOASTER CAN OPENER TOO
GET ME A TOASTER ELECTRIC BLUES
GET ME A TOASTER TOASTER BLUES




Anonymous
- Thursday, July 08, 1999 at 10:26:41 (PDT)


"Ordinary"
I was just listening instead of
asking her would you want it to be
with blurred eyes easy to see
like those people
so ordinary
come on,don't you believe
we could be happy
like them we know its the same all over
she knows theres a shoulder
we could never be like them so ordinary
live in a world so very very
why are'nt they just like us
is'nt it real
dont you give enough
is it really fair?
you know we gotta be here each day
if your for me whats gone away
i cant get throuh into
ok the end
i wish we could be somewhere where we wouldnt be bothered
and live in peace

peace apart?
is that un ordinary
have you seen the dictionary?
help me get a clue
if your done with me that meant were thru
tomorrow
your mind remembers
we could really be
what really happened in the world of dreams
add to and to
denounce
or
resign
die with out you
thats cool
i could never be anyway
i try to see the problems arent just in the way
i dont have the life to waste
like your words take they do
cant you see
no tomorrow
yesterday is gone to
life has love somewhere
yours is you

Anonymous
- Thursday, July 08, 1999 at 10:17:35 (PDT)


~~~~Spilleniummm~~~~
{A variation on the olde Y2K theme}
---------------------------------------------------

Redo temperature mercury
Over excited and curious-
Scavenger loose tooth
Remember me from that dream?
Sampled slightly rumored truth
With swindled sword I sew seams
Skim slanted putred hues
Or so it seemed
One thousand cups of spoiled milk
Two ears retorn by orstich pace
One thousand tons of defruited silk
Years spent floating in doubter space
Baffled life half spent intrusion
Fickle fiction witheld allusion
Drag the planet
Bring the clay
Clocks and static
Thus the day
Crawls away...
=zd99=

ZARAUS
- Thursday, July 08, 1999 at 09:10:21 (PDT)


like a rose has scent
the look again
how the sun shines in
all the clouds are white
blue as the sky
war so far away
heat from the sun
summer still means love
deny sucide in spring time
a look into your eyes
a glance at what makes dreams
a lie to you and me
a walk along the beach
toes in the tide
even holding hands
does love have to say goodbye
and never cheat my heart wear thin
only to be mine
a nice short ride
lets run thru the trees theres time
and watch the airplanes go by
shhh the fish swim by
wanna fly a kite?




Anonymous
- Thursday, July 08, 1999 at 09:08:05 (PDT)


" HI "
by
TRAVIS RAY COLE

==========================================
THE CRYSTALS ON THE LITTLE RED HAIRS
REACHING OUT FROM THE LIGHT GREEN
SOILD MASS TURNING TO DUST
GREEN AND RED DUST
GOD MADE ART LIVING DIE LIVE AGAIN IN MIND
PERFECT
REACHING FOR THE LIGHT
AIR MOVING IN AND AROUND
ROOTS THAT KNOW NOT THE GROUND
WATER FILLED WITH AIR
WARM LIGHT FEELING HAPPINESS ONE MORE TIME
WE CAN SAVE THE WORLD
WE CAN SAVE OURSELVES
WE CAN SMELL THE FLOWERS
THE DARKNESS THE ROOTS KNOW
THE REACHING FOR NIGHT AND WANTING TO GROW
==========================================
*****************************
====================
"Girlfriend Got A Problem"
7/8

B B B B C B
Girl-Friend's got a problem

A A A A B
don't know what it is

B B B B C B
whore-cop on herion

A A A A B
suckin' nigga dick

B B B B C B
loves a fuckin' dollar

A A A A B
that time of the month again

C C C C C C C C
{solo}

B B B B C B
Oh,she'ld make a good wife and mother

A A A A B
to that diesel dyke she's with

C C C C C C C C
yes,Girl-Friend's got some problems


B B B B C B
tarding once again
{you can deal with}

A A A A B
Your impossible to love

B B B B C B
I liked you better on drugs

A A A A B
gave my mangy dog bugs

B B B B C B
whoever shit you out was nuts

C C C C C C C C
stay away from me
=======================================


Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 07, 1999 at 23:53:10 (PDT)


"Upstage"

outta the way
a lens for art thou
the lost way
never again
said saying
the complete role
each frame
telling a thousand times
the 1 word is name

nobodys gonna take it away
nobodys gonna take it away
one time is eveything
the now
wheres my soul
no stale wait

you have a way
everything you say
we think alike
close to the earth
close to the sky
in the heart of my mind
Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 07, 1999 at 10:45:53 (PDT)


no go away
could you do that over there
i need time to love life
and your problem is in the way of that
i cant try to pretend
would you take that back
could you leave me be
cause ill never accept it
i just want me
leave me be
Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 07, 1999 at 10:26:29 (PDT)


"The River"

If I go off................................to war,
will you still wait for me?

If the pigs set me up tomorrow
will you wait till I'm free?

you still have cable television
to save your nites alone

we will always be together just like a country song and believe in true love like it'll never end

I know I'm just thinking about the future
and the day I'm gone I lose

If something comes between us
is it me that you will choose?

theres no guarentee
as boring as life could be
will you always be true
and chain your ass to me?
oh let our love flow AT$T
Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 07, 1999 at 08:41:57 (PDT)


"turn to look"
working title{all hell no...}
they decide all kinds of answers
dont even have to do anything
and it ripples and skips across reality
like there was a river underneath
and censored unknowingly inbetween
or so it seems
they analize it in a circle
cut it in every degree
a hunderd more answers
the subcouncios never dreamed
each movement for a reason
if different an answer
whatever it may mean
it always means something
even if it meant nothing to me
slightest movement is turned into three
thats where echoing comes from
if youmutiply belief
well fuck all that
i want your sister with me
xoxoxoxxxxxxxxxxxxxxooooooooooooo
Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 07, 1999 at 01:42:47 (PDT)


pack lite
pack light
pack it in
pack it in
pack in your
light
light
light

Marianne, I am here
We will hold you up so you can shine
Cool and calm and crystal clear
The darkest is only midnight
You will find a brilliance divine
In yourself
yourself
yourself
yourself
In you and you only
Glow, angel.

Where's my Mary Jane?
Off to find her heart again
be it broken? be it shattered?
be it bruised and be it batterd?
I will help you
Inject you with confidence
And bring back your grace
The darkest time is only midnight
Warmth will shine upon your lovely face

I love you...let's talk soon.
Eve
- Tuesday, July 06, 1999 at 21:31:24 (PDT)


What should the unstable cake do with the corpses of the birds? Just drive away? My heart is in Cananda, GOD is very mad at me. I miss my girl in the Yellow shirt.

Eve, if you are there...I need to talk to you. I miss you.


Jane
- Tuesday, July 06, 1999 at 16:14:53 (PDT)


"The Guilt-Pain Deluxe"

at the end of summer i'll say goodbye
i never thought of sucide
theres no answer
or reason why
theres nowhere in your eyes
i tried to love you
still can't cry
hurts to think
feel every lie
lock me somewhere i'll always be free
leave me crowded
no photo opertunity
i give up on you
your sickness kills me too
i wanted you to be mine
i wanted to be yours
birth death day
love next way
i hate the only answer
its so p-lain
i cant go back
recluse ill go away
and love will rot
as love did take
it could'nt be and theres really nothing in the way
except your mind
and today.

travis
===========================

my microchip is broken
its saying the wrong things
im picking up channel 56
its not in english

my microchip is broken
its warped slightly rusted into
its not telling me
the lies you thinks the truth

{get christian on them jed}
mother fucker god has bleed
my micro chip
bitch
im at the top
my crow chip
my broken thought
tell me somethings wrong
write me
sell me in your song

my micro chip is busted
code blue pscho dellic
my micro chip is rustin'
rusting like your head

my microchip was golden
or so it looked
my thoughts were all just stolen
love aint no where to look
talk about me
my parady
right back down your throat
get the boys together
and sing you in a song i wrote
yiour not worth pissin on
i say tryin to be kind
my microchip is holdin' on to a thought making me go blind
it doesnt tell me or the armys
what is your reply
to the paranoid sickness
thought of you this time
break anything free schakle on my leg
gotta kill something
tryin' to get away

travis
==============================
Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 06, 1999 at 14:28:52 (PDT)


-Plastic monkey-

sand...sandstone...fresh sea breeze.....clear blue sky...childplay in the distant....glittering sand...seagulls screaming their play, in the eyes of the palm trees....a small cottage.....a door and the window for gazing, a site for dreaming....reflect upon the innerwalls, the shadows of a man...with talkative fingers, and liquid motion...the tormenting nothing..the archive of vacuumed filled drops, of sweetened honey..and yellow white stones....
i have seen the above and the below circoumphered by the forced fears and the highlighted tears.craqulered flesh roaming the scaled walls, softly whispering the twined words......ordained and blurred... ....within the minding, the minding minds, of the haste and of the pace......Raven sticks mumbles thick....... .....wings unfolding in dual light, streaming the rivers of the flow, inbound Coptic angels eupherism´s........break the line..snap the cord as the vibrating nothing spawns....
lost it-lost it-lost it.
lost the crop..unfolds the spread, be applied...apply me as hanged twice, upon the ten track slide...deny me the words...amplify the soft tuning, when the master significater is caught stolen......Machines eating the zig´s and the zag´s....mouthing the flow of old..flaming swords caught off guard.searching for the before it, but infront of....the blurred vision and the straight and narrow...one line seldom twins alone, always pathfinding the solemn faces of the two sized minds.
No light, does not play dice, but saturation eclipses the moon....
......found the me.
riddle ridding the angels, unstrapping their faces of the chains of knowing..capturing their fluorescent fragmenting mercy, upon my walking stick...walk the lines and visualize the alter being no other then water, with the why´s cooking the kneeling procession..one as two....or two as one..equating the none..none being all...all be nothing...nothing being not at all...
only the progression.
Frater Peru
- Tuesday, July 06, 1999 at 04:46:58 (PDT)


well......I faliled the test...bathed in that youth,
and OH GOD how glad I am......he drank me like koool-aid.....yep.....my hat off to you young men !
Anonymous
- Monday, July 05, 1999 at 20:26:09 (PDT)


*CHALKMINCER*
..........................
Push puller dull drum tomb
Taught that bird to talk
Links into your living room
Dwarf giant lacks beanstalk...

ZARAUS des
- Monday, July 05, 1999 at 19:43:24 (PDT)


"Dream Catcher"
If she took all this time to follow me to stalk me
and stake me out ,study me without a doubt
read my words my every thought
break into my mind,hide out then get caught
shes a little bit more than a part of me
common factor is we're both into me
she knows more about me than I do myself
and I thought I needed help
who the hell is she I want to know
I'm really flattured but I don't know
I could take her out for burritto's
and hold her close nibble on her ear and kiss her eskimio
is she crazier than me should
I run hide or just say cheese
i could lose her if I wanted too
but I'm strangly attracted to
I could out run her
day or night
but somehow turning hunter
into hunted just seems right
Anonymous
- Monday, July 05, 1999 at 00:04:39 (PDT)


"Guess you f@ke with me"

pscho dellic halo
devil against angel
angel
love motion leave me for dead
its all over in my head

again i love the wrong one
i cant dream in the sights of a gun
runnin' in radar hearts undone
and the end of us
why do you let her take us away
if you cared enough to say
i dont know how you feel
and tomorrow will be just as real
do you love me?

do you know me?
leave me alone
i could've lived with you in seven different songs
i seep into emptyness
i "feed into your sickness"
if you know whats right
if i'm yours take whats left of my missing heart
make it bleed in the moon light
as we listen to our tune
where the hell is yesterdays locked inside your room
open up the locks
without love and a key
you know i think of you
whenever i'm worried about me
cant you make it right
and finish all my dreams
take away from her
cause she dont play for keeps?
dont got the need
dont live our dream
it really should be you and me
{c}Copyright1999
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net
oeoeoe@usa.net
- Sunday, July 04, 1999 at 23:41:28 (PDT)


------
A------------------
r---------------------------
e-----------------------------------Y
--------------------------------------------o
--All chemical girl,-------------------------u
--------------------an all rendering twirl,-----
---------for you are the stem of me,------------
-----------from wich i hang my crown,--------
--you are the rigid sea,------------------------
------------------------------in wich i drown.-
------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------M
------------------------------------i
Y------------------------------n
o---------------------e
u------?

ZAKAI
- Sunday, July 04, 1999 at 17:19:37 (PDT)



-
----
----------
-----------------
-----------------------
-----------------------------
--------------------------------------
----------All chemical girl,------------
-----------an all rendering twirl,------------
---------for you are the stem of me,----------
-------from wich i hang my crown,-------
-------you are the rigid sea,-------
----------in wich i drown.-------
---------------------------------
---------------------------
----------------------
----------------
----------
----
-

ZAKAI
- Sunday, July 04, 1999 at 13:37:43 (PDT)


progression
replacing the grapes
reclaiming flight
illuminate as the light brings
streching the mind
sweep my sight
submissive 10
inflamed 11
emit delay
as in defiance of not,

center frames aligned,
pillar noted as not bending,
snare
Refitting the halo labeled care.

Feel like im falling,
into you

Like im drowning,
within you


streching the mind
sweep my sight
-Of the submissive 10-
as they emit delay,
inflamed upon the 11,
all the days 7.

Hang me upon the hooks
strip me slow, but in haste,
re x 2 @ the books,
submit to the cut´n paste,
smiled in denial,
and broke slow, upon the road.

ZAKAI
- Sunday, July 04, 1999 at 13:34:36 (PDT)


Secks

It feels so good.
I want the deed done.

Ignominious it might
Like Allen and Equus -
secks
humples
- Saturday, July 03, 1999 at 21:31:34 (PDT)


I like peanut butta cookies,
I like a peanut butta pie,
I'd like to eat peanut butta,
Until the day I die.

I like to dip my fingers,
In the peanut butta dish,
If I had one thing to fulfill,
It'd be a peanut butta wish.

Though my hands cannot create such intimate love
as my partner might.
It is all still vibrations
Vibrations that don't end
Always there
So think about this:
I should be careful of which I put in the word

Every every has its day - to live to die, to might or may
but peanut butta is good for foreplay.

don't say
don't say
say....
Nonyonym - Atepiph
- Saturday, July 03, 1999 at 21:29:18 (PDT)



"Tattoo in Mind"


ink or die bleed again color not fade away,mine
an image thought art
ink it in,rip it in,burn and rip,dig,that art
be it bleed it need it tear it feel it see it
a picture in my mind
ink it in your face my skin
an image in my mind,
until the sun tries to take whats mine.
my thoughts paid my eyes are saying
think again about the only real art the only real way
a song of love/hate a reason to change,inspiration.
your all over my mind.ink it in both sides left and right
love your art and way,see your face every day
pain of your beauty going in
forever right there in my skin
sun take tries to take away
The ink that will not fade
with me until I die
love that won't wash away
cant take back or change!
I feel the only thing you said for goodbye
left in blood and skin your in my mind


Travis Ray Cole
- Saturday, July 03, 1999 at 11:18:14 (PDT)




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
- Saturday, July 03, 1999 at 07:03:53 (PDT)




I started with nothing
I want nothing
I need nothing
I have nothing
I leave it all behind
theres to much weight to carry
to keep these things with me
I need this,this is mine
I want nothing
I have nothing
I am nothing
nothing is mine
there is to much to keep
I really dont need this muesum of mine
I leave it
I start over
yeah its over
and I dont even have or need what was/is mine
I start with nothing
not even a memorie I try to forget the time
I start at the end
I start to begin
I start without you this time
Ive got to keep going
I can not stay here and rust and rot
while you are doing fine?
I start again
I see no end for me I have to try
you can have what you need or what I dont
thats ok...yeah it is fine
I leave these things that slow me down
Ive got to far to climb
I would take you with me but you couldnt last
and I dont wanna leave you whereever
Im not coming back to in this life
I start without you
I am without you
I dont feel it
like its a lie
I...
wish you could run with me
I wish you had my seed
I wish I could hold you and make it alright
I WISH
that I could believe
I wish I lived the dream
and never want to die
I want nothing
I need nothing
I have nothing
I leave it all behind
theres to much weight
to carry
to keep these things with me
I need
this is mine
I want nothing
I have nothing
I am nothing
nothing is mine
there is to much to keep
theres no such thing as deep
its just levels you and I
that might be why
I really dont need this muesum of mind
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 03, 1999 at 06:53:20 (PDT)


"Phrenology"
...........................................
On wood the author knocks
Plenty of dead men already said
Poems are like socks
Crumbs fall beneath my bed
Paper, scissors, and rocks
Mouths leaked and pens they bled
Walt Whitman is dead!!!
Zaraus DES
- Friday, July 02, 1999 at 23:21:53 (PDT)


Birds?
I hear birds
You know I hit a bird yesterday
You know what birds mean
Birds mean morning



- The Princess
Pretynd
- Friday, July 02, 1999 at 22:36:25 (PDT)


how do I resist that ivory smooth young skin?
or the desires within? The smell of his sweet
breath.....the glances passed back and forth..
I know this is a test....but I have not studied!
Anonymous
- Friday, July 02, 1999 at 10:49:47 (PDT)


You are the most unmanly child I think Iv'e met
No guts, no gall
Poorly spirited as waste can get
Expending all my time and effort
On something so
INADEQUATE
Your'e not enough of a man
But elaborately inept

insufficient incomplete
forceless obsolete
mediocre underacheiving
opaque and unbelieveing
so existent and yet so dead
blitzed out way over your head
Your'e
WEAK
It's getting Old
It would've been so much easier if you hadn't turned into this

Spare me
Evelyn Fish
- Thursday, July 01, 1999 at 20:25:14 (PDT)


That's what you do




Making love to you
would be eccentric
and very gratifying
that I am sure of
to capture your breath
deep into my lungs
a serge of feelings
I want you to c**
I want you to be high
feeling very electric
your breathing is heavy
I'm going to c**
I shall keep it going
as shall you too
let our souls mingle
inmist all that tingle







E.A.W
- Thursday, July 01, 1999 at 14:24:59 (PDT)


Am I crazy or just going insane
your smell, touch, and presence
I let them haunt me everyday
I will soon have to let you go
to make room for my own way
bkut did you enjoy your stay/
these times have been crazy
as they have been insane
oh but I am still so very hooked
on this dangerous game of phonics
and our experience with demonics
why cant we be frank, or Madison,
even Gabriell, hey what if we
were all called the name Hank?
Shall we dare to be different
or have it all remain the same?
What's the point in talking
and deviating from what exists
we'd only be doing it in vain.
Still I am shackled to a past
by my own choice of course
where I can only see you and me
together, but never to be true
my affixiation keeps us free
from using each and every resource
if we dare to deviate, will it last?

E.A.W
- Thursday, July 01, 1999 at 14:17:07 (PDT)


Sealing the past:

You make me tingle all inside
the thought of us together
just burns me up inside.
I don't even know you and
yet want so much to please
Both far and near, sexy you are
Physically & intellectually you do
have my soul and my heart.
Longing just to know you
Something of what you are
You make my pulse pitter patter,
because its you who does matter.
My life is not all that fair.
Nor is what I will dare ask
Will you join me in bonding our souls
for there is love to be made
and an intesnse need to please
also a strong urge to tease
these feelings are of love and
no spell will make them fade.
E.A.W
- Thursday, July 01, 1999 at 14:05:25 (PDT)


Hey there


No really, who are you
where do you hail from?
Are you familiar with I
Hey youre that Damien guy~

well you sure look like him
and its what you do say
that would cause me to doubt
Anyway, why don't you stay?

Hi, your name is what, my
name is who...not a lie
this is just too weird
we seem to be in similar ruts~

youre a knowledge collector
well what are your thoughts
I am open to new ideas
that's if youd like to share?

just one evening with me
Im in the mood for you
Do you feel the same way
a constant hunger for us two.
E.A.W
- Thursday, July 01, 1999 at 13:55:47 (PDT)


there are no two ways around
I have to let you move on.
For I am not at all prepared
to leave this holy sacred ground.

the more that thought seems to occur
my feelings begin to carry doubt.
Unsure of everything, even you,
I deny happiness for us too.

Is it only I who feels this way?
An obession for an attraction,
to something so different it can't
be explained but by those involved.

Is it only you that is my soulmate
my one and only eccentric angel?
what would you want from me
what would I expect from you?

I cannot give you everything
only just my heart and soul
but my time and my physical body
are committed elsewhere in full

rude indeed that really was
but it seems to be the truth
you are wanted in the worst way
but not knowing keeps me under the roof

A slight case of fearing change
even bigger is the fear of loss
knowing when to gamble
and understanding when to not

Maybe in time we will both know
the attraction I continue to hold
A day not least expecting bu us,
will appear and cross our paths.

Forever will not be the key
only a chance to set free
the highly charged electricity
bouncing between you and me.














E.A.W
- Thursday, July 01, 1999 at 13:41:59 (PDT)


waiting...
since i opened my eyes
i thought i saw you
ur beutiful smile always
every day, for us to be
what we had always been
one soul, compatible blood
two minds, one for each
for eternity
today, i feal fear
i know u are here
but where?
when??
i miss u
i need u
i cant fight miself
God and i know this will never end
cus when our souls colide
energy flows
like before
i love u
u know
i miss u
as u do
i cant wait to have u back
as we felt in the past
i will be looking and waiting to meet u
someday in these life...


knz..
- Thursday, July 01, 1999 at 08:40:08 (PDT)


"Same Question"

Is this what you want it to mean?
lie awake and dream another minute of speech
words bite me and birds sing
like it was a joyous thing
rollercoaster waste lines
rip apart my very mind
don't stop to let me breathe
breath of fire
poision scream
I can't think about you
or what you've stolen of me
could've held you in the rain
mind lost am I without you
rusted metal piercing
blood.....run
mine keeps flowing
out of the life I seek
am I just dying?
honey's been too sweet
stealing time taking dreams
while it could've been you and me
theres one way to save the heart
thats stabbing outward in a hell of greed
still its left without me
leaving only the echo of need
all I could ask myself
is'nt it just a nightmare?
does it mean anything?
As the clouds keep turning
black and piccasso grey
killing the art around us
making life into time dust waste
Travis Ray Cole
- Thursday, July 01, 1999 at 06:42:58 (PDT)


"Can't Sleep"

walk away from you
until i bleed
i forgot about love last week
miles mean nothing
far away is closer
you really think?

i gave up on you
justify finding someone new
theres happiness
it just cuts your heart into

its like i told my sisters slaves
of coarse ill marry you and your sisters
but we gotta move away
i think to salt lake...
or something

always
there has to be pain
your crazy
what i say
i'd still like to say thanks

thanks again



Anonymous
- Thursday, July 01, 1999 at 00:53:45 (PDT)


"ART OF WAY"

The Artist is the art
she moves,she moves me
she speaks and calls my name
she laughs I can smile and dream
I said shes love
reason
I've waited all this time for something
not really knowing until I seen it
at this point there is no season
the begining
she gives me clubs hearts and diamonds
the spades I dig up on my own
she lets me win until the last moment
and puts me in checkmate again
she spins and tries to get it off the ground
its up to the wind to choose to take it
I run with her
I run for her
I run to her
she is a gift
she is she I am me
together we listen
to her I whisper
don't I tell her my best line
and go back and rewrite them?
can I ever really love what is love
am I the only one
I should not say anything about it
its too late
I could'nt wait
just outta the blue
from nowhere
"I love you"
across the sound
from now on
would I say the right thing
would'nt I do anything
and be crazy enough to quit
whatever got in the way
crazy about the reason I have to love
me and you
Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 30, 1999 at 21:39:19 (PDT)


I try to speak to you
But the conversation always comes back
to you
you try so hard
however you cannot
overcome
YOU









and you know what ?
a miracle must ensue
before there will be
festivities
I wont forget this time
closing your eyes wont
make it go away
but it will
make me

Pretynd
- Wednesday, June 30, 1999 at 15:57:55 (PDT)


roses are red pickles are green
i love your legs and whats inbetween
Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 30, 1999 at 15:01:41 (PDT)


Lying naked in a field of wildflowers,
The wind caresses her pale skin,
The sun blazes with impatience,
But too far to touch her with its anger.
The perpetual clouds give birth,
Avoiding the fury.
Eternal blue encloses her world,
Ever disappearing, yet always there.
She strains under the pressure to remain defined
Like the sky by the horizon,
Chasing constancy until she's exhausted,
Nothing to an uncaring universe,
She longs for the attentiveness of love.
The ghost falls from the heavens,
Across the sky,
Searching for her light,
Defying improbability,
Yearning to be lost in her eyes,
Existing for the moment,
Then sinking...into forever.

Seth Waters
- Wednesday, June 30, 1999 at 13:10:37 (PDT)


"Emily"

Blurred images
of a carosel
Seen running through the night
Running by itself

Hearing distant laughter
and the screams
wake me
from death

Odd smells
of decay and remorse
fill my mind
with memories

Things I thought
were usless
in life
Now bring pain

Out of the screams
one voice comes
to me
It is your voice.

Inspired by the great play "Our Town."
Malus Ioensis
- Tuesday, June 29, 1999 at 21:19:30 (PDT)


King You is over
I'm re-designing the menu
And it's got me written all over it

drink up
drink up
just hold your breath and chew
give up
give up
just hold your breath and choke

There are consequeces to breaking promises, angelcake.

EATTHIS.


Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 29, 1999 at 20:00:26 (PDT)


Is it all in my mind--your sound in my thoughts
Late into the moonlite evening--in my poetry
I know you live there--I know I have caught.
A glimpse of wind and sometimes--of light
It lets me know--that in the end i was right.
Are you the guider, keeper, or magician?
What role is it that you alone do play?
Wrapped up in these riddles, you will
find me here, waiting for you to move
In my mind is lonely without you
Anonymous
- Thursday, May 20, 1999 at 20:30:32 (PDT)


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

Insense, oils, candles, and such
mind over matter, meditation, and
discuss. Third eye not blind,
attention paid to prophecies much.
I alone have the power to be,
positive and independent thinking
is what makes me free. There are
many besides myself, who know what
I speak of. Fore they too, either
live it or dream it through becoming
a possible guru. Common interests
assist to raise energies and to protect
and acknowledge the elements, gods,
supernatural, civilizations here, there
and everywhere, on and beyond this world.
Making sense of all of the above, requires
analysis of self. In order to be truly
balanced in understanding our own motivation
versus following in order to be loved

EXDS


matt murray & Damien Timmins..I care 4 u's both
- Tuesday, June 29, 1999 at 18:09:36 (PDT)


today I reflected on what used to be
me and you groovin in the summer of '93
I didn't know it then, how important you'd become
in my life later on, without you its no fun
how can I make you connect with me soon
just one more time to talk and hang out
underneith the stars and june's full moon
I burn cinnamon, patchouly, and candles
and still nothing seems to occur...why
won't you answer me..please just this once
let love find us during these next few months
Dam IE Need you....and that's no lie, everytime
I think of you... it makes me want to cry
not because I don't care, but because life is unfair
for keeping us apart, your always in my heart
did you hear me.....in my heart....my heart.....
it aches for you...4u..for you.....heartache...
please don't laugh, smile, or gloat....but sometimes
the other's poetry, I swear you have wrote.
but how on earth could that ever really be
you were never interested in the computer, so there's
no way you would ever be able to my heartache see.

someday soon I hope that will not be the case
and that you will have found me from a poetry trace
yes that's right you will stumble upon this place
and know that it's you ive been searching for..your blonde..blue eyed face.

Really its not that beyond existence!!
Sweetcarry/Scarlet Begonias
- Sunday, June 06, 1999 at 13:14:39 (PDT)


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

Dam IE Need you
more than you know
you are so different
and I can't let you go
you probably don't care
and moved on with life
I wish I could do the same
but you are so different
Fame--you were my famous friend
how do I make you realize
that its you I really want
but you probably don't care
and no idea that I come here
leave my words & shed tears
over you all over you....Dam IE Need you!!!!!!!!888777

SweetCarry/Scarlet Begonias
- Sunday, June 06, 1999 at 12:51:38 (PDT)


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

I can't let you go
no matter how I try
I think of you all day
and dream you each nite
I need you in my life
to make me feel so whole
we are the dream of the dolphin
I long for you--my mate-my soul

SweetCarry
- Sunday, June 06, 1999 at 12:42:56 (PDT)


I will always love u Damien
- Tuesday, June 29, 1999 at 17:56:30 (PDT)


Someday

Someday I will have you
Have you for my own
And our happiness will last forever
We'll never be alone.
I'll look at you through misty eyes
You'll gaze at me the same
We'll stand beneath the bluest of skies
And know it's not a game.
And if you should ever happen
To take and hold my hand
There will be a joyous day
When before the altar we shall stand.
But it's all just a dream
And as I dream this sweet dream
A stranger takes my hand
And I discover...
That it is You!


by
Rose Ziegler




rose
- Tuesday, June 29, 1999 at 08:37:04 (PDT)




REVERSE REVERSE
REVERSE THE CURSE

REVERSE REVERSE
REVERSE THE CURSE

REVERSE REVERSE
REVERSE THE CURSE

REVERSE REVERSE
REVERSE THE CURSE

REVERSE REVERSE
REVERSE THE CURSE

REVERSE REVERSE
REVERSE THE CURSE
id like to thank everyone who made this moment pasta bowl
- Tuesday, June 29, 1999 at 07:25:09 (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

sustain
sustained
stain

stain

Anonymous
- Monday, June 28, 1999 at 22:42:30 (PDT)


nice legs
defined arms
yuuuummmmmmmy!

i want his body
- Monday, June 28, 1999 at 20:06:52 (PDT)


REVERSE REVERSE
REVERSE THE CURSE

REVERSE REVERSE
REVERSE THE CURSE

REVERSE REVERSE
REVERSE THE CURSE

REVERSE REVERSE
REVERSE THE CURSE

REVERSE REVERSE
REVERSE THE CURSE

REVERSE REVERSE
REVERSE THE CURSE


Anonymous
- Monday, June 28, 1999 at 14:15:18 (PDT)


Answered Prayers (The Pelican)

I sensed your darkness
& your despair
I didnt see anything I didnt choose 2 see

Your heart
strong&deep
The halo
The devils smile
*
Twin star
always the trick question
& U held the key
How was I 2 know
It grew inside U 2....

Icequeen of the vast heights
lept jumped tripped fell
2 her knees
Can I hold U?
*
If I hadnt met U
I surely wouldnt know how
2 invent U
or wish 4 U.
K.
- Monday, June 28, 1999 at 05:54:52 (PDT)


The cure for me is
ME
Anonymous
- Monday, June 28, 1999 at 00:08:48 (PDT)


He's a little of the kilter tonight
But I am the one with the asbestos hat
with undifinable guilt parameters
he may still be in training
but the books I have read them all
a little paper cup mishap
a little misshapen formality
a little misleading advice
whos forgotten the ambassador of boredom?
do you have it "caught on tape"?
there is a large display of spontinaity
slightly to your right
a few more inches
and ive got you
pretynd
- Sunday, June 27, 1999 at 20:03:55 (PDT)


Oh overpercieved senses,
Oh underachieved thought;
The latter of which from where truth is brought
newlight (M.L.S________)
- Sunday, June 27, 1999 at 19:26:18 (PDT)


"The Game"


I lead and die,retreat
next turn sacrafice exceeds
beyond the limit of need
one more time your move
don't try to why would you cheat and lose
next is a forced turn
no dice your off your feet
time runs out it seems
clock takes its lonely turn
opens the board filled with war
rules and church of life theme
mind win trip scheme
I think we win to lose
not ever knowing the price of dues
I dream of your next move
keeping score by death once more
knowing what the other side holds
not greener and there is no gold
the many pieces that don't fit the puzzle
not thinking we lose each other
so left is the ghost of knight the dying mustang ride
and as many queens as death warrants
a pawn that don't want to be a number anymore
leaving only the colors of hurt
never living in check anymore
do you wanna play some more
the black widow no viel
slides across the crossroads
no devil to take my name

http://www.angelfire.com/fl/theRatAcidband/

http://members.wbs.net/homepages/l/a/b/labrat25.html
Travis Ray Cole
- Sunday, June 27, 1999 at 04:04:00 (PDT)


My moments with a mental wonder
Pretynd
- Saturday, June 26, 1999 at 22:38:21 (PDT)


fallen angels-my love
fallen from grace
lost from innocence
it was stolen. from me. from you.
broken
child of paranoia
shattered into shards
flying into my eyes
bleed me
run me over
beat me
screw me over
i like it
i lov the pain you give me
i'm crazy
insanity's setting in
my heart stopped beating
but i still move
and talk
angels heartache
falling stars
falling moons
wicked in the red glow of Jupiter
evil. cold. hard
no more love
it's a pity it was lost
cause it used to be so sweet
so good
so innocent
but innocence is lost
but i'm not discouraged
i'll move on again
forever
(or til i can no longer hope again)
kristen terentz
- Saturday, June 26, 1999 at 19:08:32 (PDT)


"Revelations-Bastard things"

Slayer jumping from the skys
heavans open up like eyes
envy is none the bastard thing
sayes the wrong things at the right time
theres a plan here to unwind
thunderburrow suburban skies
a bitter band of focused eyes
have no concious just credit paid
the end of suffering in his ways
bloodshed flowing into streams
streets so stricken blur and sway
on this bugged out eyes will weigh
leather stitched with devils skin
angels wings make boots and sling
eyes of godthing stud his pinky ring
weapon of crude ebonite
studded silver sequence sight
the hanged man has come down from the tree
you will be visited tonight
pins and needles up your ass
the skins grown thin
self destruction within
what was felt here before
has become a bore
a burrow within
construction of sin
inimity distress
a portrait of mess
a statute of hait
a feeling to late
of this laughing state
on inward create
brought evil in through
an innocent look
by anything into
this illusive book
illusifuge breeds
i cant feel the needs
but i can show you this
the best parts you missed
the static of souls
illisions and writes
the imputant love
in bittering fights
the releases of the past
the taste of the dead

in gods eyes of water
the devil is burning
consuming the earth
the trecherous gurth
the parts played so well
the fear shields the breath
cant look in your eyes
unless i want lies
and the same with me
until i die
i know answers from eyes
in your leaky head
and your fear holds back the unwanted prize
if only i could undo your present demise
the fire would crackle and sizzle my eyes
im treated like a toy,im treated like a monster
you should learn to never over-wind your toys

im bieng rubbed in ,im bieng rubbed out
my dreams dont want to be reminded of me
the reality of me,the nightmares of my dreaming mind
if i could never wake again,they would've never died
everyones an artist,but only a few really suck


Chris Brown{Rat Acid Band Lyrics}1998
- Saturday, June 26, 1999 at 17:42:29 (PDT)


Moralless
-Darrian-

The nice young polite man I am
Is nothing more than another mask
Covering the true evil within
Self-restraint is no longer my friend
Nothing more than a distant memory
When I say she's my lover
I really mean she's my whore
I don't really care
So long as I always get more
Never again will I love her
Though I may not have a choice
Never again will I allow myself to be hurt
By the bitch, the whore, the liar
Though she hurts me daily
She's the empty hole inside me
Eating at my soul if there is indeed such a thing
She's the one sucking me off in an alley
And then running away crying
As it dribbles down her chin
The more she steals me
The more she kills me
The less I love or care
Not really a big loss I suppose
I can always find another whore
Though I am practically a virgin
I haven't masturbated in 48 hours
Should be proud
But instead I'm simply shamed
That I have fallen down the path of the whore
But don't forget, young maiden
I never had sex with somebody I didn't love
Let me love you
Darrian
- Saturday, June 26, 1999 at 16:05:20 (PDT)


BLACK MAJIC..........THAT OLD BLACK MAJIC.....FRANK
WE LOVE AND MISS YOU .....




TRIBUTE TO OL'BLUE EYES.....FRANK SINATRA


Anonymous
- Saturday, June 26, 1999 at 09:20:47 (PDT)


Abort the machine
abort the machine
abort the machine
abort the mission
Anonymous
- Friday, June 25, 1999 at 14:34:16 (PDT)



The Sparrows

Catching winter in their carved nostrils
the traitor birds have deserted us,
Leaving only the dullest brown sparrows
for spring negotiations.

I told you we were fools
to have them in our games,
but you replied;
They are only wind-up birds
who strut on scarlet feet
so hopelessly far
from our curled fingers.

I had moved to warn you,
but you only adjusted your hair
and ventured:
Their wings are made of glass and gold
and we are fortunate
not to hear them splintering
against the sun.



title The Sparrows
author Leonard Cohen
year 1956
vol. title Let Us Compare Mythologies
copyright Leonard Cohen


Anonymous
- Friday, June 25, 1999 at 09:43:13 (PDT)


"Its a bad way"

Its a bad way
sell out Trixie and the whorecops
yes the whorecops
thrift store bathroom blues
why
I do this for you
call me you can call me
we gotta get a bag
Im married and got three kids
hey the health department is looking for you
I do this for you
don't I know you
I'm on my corner
on my street
in my town,and I'm tired
I just want to get some sleep
can you take me to my sisters?
play the blues
how do you get to work?
mr. cock and balls
I'm on my corner
on my street
in my town,and I'm tired
I just want to get some sleep
I love you ,you know I love you
did you eat today?
at 35 miles an hour I look pretty damn good
your just a john
I gotta go to court
what did you do today
I'm more worried about herpes than aids
did you eat?
this is a date
I do this for you
professional what
and for my next trick
go work someone else
we're doing expensive drugs we're buying expensive gas
I'm his new hoe
your just a trick
go work someone else
its my pager
are you cheatin' on me
he knows I'm a whore
how do I look?
wait for me
at 50 miles an hour I look pretty damn good
I ran from the man down the alley
down the gangway and broke a heel
they locked my husband up
can I use a butter-knife to get in the door
meanwhile back at the curb
truckstop lizard
I work at the restraunt
did you eat?
what is that her station?
is that her station?
I'm on my corner
I'm on my corner
on my street
in my town,and I'm tired
I'm on my corner do you got a spoon
I aint feeding you I gotta suck a dick to eat
did you eat
is that her station
what is that her station
you geekin',why you geekin'
did you eat
this is all I know
30 dollars later
your trying to smoke a peanut
and you just bought a little piece of soap
come clean
go work someone else
I'm on my corner
this is all I know
on my street
in my town,and I'm tired
I just want to get some sleep
I aint feeding you
do you got a spoon
I aint feeding you
he knows I'm a whore
I'm on my corner
on my street
in my town,and I'm tired
I just want to get some sleep
what you do today
I ate peanut butter and jelly and sucked a cock
I hid under the cars
this is all I know
what am I worth
in this alley I hide behind that telephone pole there
what is that her station
Why
I gotta couple girls under me
i do this for you
are you cheating on me?
I'm on my corner
call me
it was a whoreable day
on my street
in my town,and I'm tired
I just want to get some sleep
do you want a free sample?
I'm a professional
I do this for you
hold the apron strings while I shoot the shit
your chances are 50/50
you'll never work in this town again
I'll never work in this town again
fuck vegas
this is all I know
its a bad way


Copyright{c}1998

Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at ratacidtravis@writeme.com

Travis Ray Cole
- Friday, June 25, 1999 at 01:08:05 (PDT)


I just want to see my damn puppies
Prtynd
- Thursday, June 24, 1999 at 21:26:50 (PDT)






"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 ? 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



"FOLLOW US"
(chorus)
GESTPO TACKTICKS FREE AND ELUDE
GESTPO TACKTICKS FREE AND ELUDE
GESTPO TACKTICKS FREE AND ELUDE
JESUS GOT A LAWSUIT

kicked out of the dumpster
you don't have a right
you can't say that
you made your rounds tonight
100lb actress a ten in the light
all worn-out on this dead life

(prechorus)
ARREST ME ARREST YOURSELF
DIGGING ON A BOOK ABOUT SELFHELP
CHURCH MONKEY CHUCH SHOES
NEWLY WIRED CHURCH SHOES

Written by Travis Ray Cole (c)copyright1997
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 24, 1999 at 20:42:11 (PDT)


"Humankind"

They move in groups, guided by "heavenly" chains, and the promise of fortune as their motivation.
-Little do they realize of truth. Their truth is formed by popular reason.
-Little do they understand of the power of their god-given freedom from eternal knowledge.
-Little do they hear of the lack of meaning in their learnt wants and desires.
When will they learn...........
newlight (M.L.S________)
- Thursday, June 24, 1999 at 17:04:55 (PDT)


Pounding drowning in the dankest
ocean of emotional debt
the briny bile and the taste

of sweet dreams laps at my tongue

The sound of screaming becomes
defeaning in its volume
and a crescendo rises

and fills my ears with pain

I think that maybe I'm dead
or I just think that I think
but I gave up on that

I probably just came

Anonymous
- Thursday, June 24, 1999 at 14:27:04 (PDT)


I like coffe
it likes me
I really like coffee

But not as much as
I like cake
it likes me
I really like cake

By cake and coffee
I refer to that oversoul
androidial cause to
which we all
aspire

Join me in the
Authurian cause
and reach/teach
for the Godhead

That ultimate
ideal the jesuit
dream


Or maybe
I just need
A little cream

Joseph R. Stevens
- Thursday, June 24, 1999 at 14:22:31 (PDT)


three, and all is well
the earth below
the sky above
along with my closest companions
is spinning

a writhing mass
of saddle shoes
and izod aligator shirts

pumping our little arms
as fast as we can

we all work together for once
cause we know
that the see-saw-merry-go-round
is best
Zola Lowenstein
- Thursday, June 24, 1999 at 14:18:40 (PDT)


==================================================================================================
.....{{ELECTRIC}}}}.....
"DEMON SEED"

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
I wanna run through the garden
I got the hunger and needz
burn the snake kill the diease
rot in hell if they catch me stop
only through love can my sins be cleansed
eat the apple spit out the seed
lie about burning down the tree
run like hell if you believe
cause he cant save you if he cant breathe
theres no love fear diesease
snake crawling bleed and plead.

Written by Travis Ray Cole


ratacidtravis@writeme.com

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oeoeoe@usa.net
- Thursday, June 24, 1999 at 10:12:44 (PDT)


Sky Shadow

My soul,is crying for your eyes,
I got lost there, when i first saw them.
The pain inside of me is haunting me
Haunting me,cause you are far away,
but not in my mind.
Sand it blows through my hands
Far it may go,,,or stay by my feet.

I love to wake in your darken dreams
Run I chase,,away what may frighten you
Come,we run,faster we may run,,,,
,,,,,,with piercing sky shadows.

Don't worry,
,,,,,,,may you trust in me!
I long to reside,,,the strength from inside.


Dance in trance
with piercing sky shadows.

Our crowns lay in the foundation of our kingdom

Davidian Leon Choulat the ll
Davidian Leon Choulat
- Thursday, June 24, 1999 at 06:16:18 (PDT)


Ommmm,,,,,

One with a new creation,
The world unseen through most of our perception.
Imagine a whole,everything far and nearby,,Ommmm,,,,Ommmm,,,,.

Can we as a race,at one time perfect to fly.
Powers so fresh,bleeding through my being,,Ommmm,,,,Ommmm,,,,.

I feel it,how i cry to fly.
Knowing that I have once lived
long ago,
Loving,,that in death,I will continue to grow.

Many years from now I still walk as man,
Knowing,that in flesh I will be invested into,,once again.

Oh,but if I can,if I graduate,
Return to that whole and that oneness,on from which I began.Ommmm,,,,,,Ommmmmm,,,,
Ommmmmm,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.
Davidian Leon Choulat the ll

Davidian Leon Choulat
- Thursday, June 24, 1999 at 06:14:22 (PDT)


Pure creative energy,is the life force,
the well spring if you will.



Davidian Leon Choulat the ll

David Leon Choulat
- Thursday, June 24, 1999 at 06:11:34 (PDT)


That tiny place, unknown to the map
those people, with those miniscule minds.
That is where I live, is this where I die?


Anonymous
- Thursday, June 24, 1999 at 03:47:31 (PDT)


Angel a miracle psyche's in love with me
truth in love magic honesty
whose breath creates more than material possessions
speak philosophies wait for me
stone castles have stone walls they fall
bridge across the rivers of hell
i taste her dream loves beautiful form
mind shadows wizards gods and kings
all pray to angel's wings
past life lust balance mind healing
shes got power over me
entangled in routine
universal thoughts more art than poetry
burden of beliefs worship is she the devil i see?
i put her on a cross
goddess halo hearts break and roses feeling
real can not be lost unlocked
her heart is free only to want only me
Travis Ray Cole
- Thursday, June 24, 1999 at 00:41:00 (PDT)


save me for another day
zeek
- Wednesday, June 23, 1999 at 19:59:15 (PDT)


IS LIFE A DREAM OR REALITY THAT IT SEEMS TO BE
MAMITA
- Wednesday, June 23, 1999 at 19:07:12 (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
- Wednesday, June 23, 1999 at 15:09:18 (PDT)



-Katta-

-

Weaved the dreams,
of my lucky star..
Drugged the machines...
...And stray afar.

*

Seen the wonders of nothing,
as chained to the something.
So..Caught on a wire...
..U know..Blindness expires.
As the riddles, of nothing gold..
..In a flow....
......of..Italic Bold.
....I am....I am....Am I....
..again.....again....again,
but so did the why´s,
of the end.
-


ZAKAI
- Wednesday, June 23, 1999 at 13:05:00 (PDT)


The Millena that follows

A great enemy of the entire human race,
Ignorent of blood,death,fury and plunder.
Shadows of vengance are hostages of man,
Never was the world wrong by blame.
Because of a sorrow locked deep in his breasts,
Fears shall extinguish the night if our death.

Through too much goodness and kindess that provoked to die,
A great king of terror will fall from the sky.
Not far from the great millennial age,
When the buried will go from out their tombs in rage.
Up underneath what has died at dawn,
Lies lost children that is witherd as drawn.

Seeming to flee,we deliver a final attack,
The living pushed back and murdered instantly.
The weak crumble with hollow dead cries,
and the day vanguised by the night.
Exit man,from this his instrument of flesh,
Back to where souls undress.

Holy seas freeze with sulfuric breeze
Players of the slaughter games is opened by a hand of war.
Wings are clipped for whom marched with god,
Fate will hollow this hollow massade.
Longing to see their souls abroad,
Hoping this deed falls to fraud.

Our life fate should shallow,
Love will hollow.
Through death we seem to wallow,
Blood above us we swallow.
On to the millena that follows,
Back to our nesting gallow
Death to the millena that follows.

Lay down,,,,,,,
wait for the manifestation
Dedicated past is our inspiration.
Suvive the days, in ten different ways!

Dave Choulat

Davidian Leon Choulat
- Wednesday, June 23, 1999 at 06:33:19 (PDT)


Hidden obsever

Today I found myself,,bering a shame
We saw myself lieing,,falling decaded.
Fed on fear they blamed on us,,,love has sunken..
Falling yonder i take with me,having my thoughts i fall into sleep.
Some where,in the power of the night.

If you see me fly by i'll start to scream
I pick at my brain then I throw it away.
Down on my knees they repent my sins,,
Then it's back into the human mind again.

With the mothers warning,,the druid seers,
you died in the morning,,,or so they say,,
Along with your fears.

Drunken soul I stager to weap,
I sneak up on me and quitely i creep.
Pick up my feet as I savange through the sod,
Then I wollow through my own holy blood.

A bastard child,looks up with a frown
With his self in the grave,we flawt around.
Trapped in regression,you become the blind,
The hidden observer will give you a sign.

Psychedelic mother we fucked her dead,
down to the ashes and the blood she shed.
Finally she realised we were dead and we were plauqes,
Just forteen days,,untill she carries my body away.

She caught me,she haunts me,she parished me,,,,
Back with our mother earth,,,,


Ah,mmm,ah,ah,mmm,
ah,mmmm,la ha ha ye-ah!!
OMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Davidian L. Choulat
Davidian Leon Choulat
- Wednesday, June 23, 1999 at 06:28:33 (PDT)


Despair of May

After we roam in the womb through the four corners of the universe,we're thrown into this realm knowing we're lost.
Born only to find the lonely despairs of may.
The wheel was turned three times i saw,
death races through us all.

The first turn I saw was a soldier in a distant field,
as the war goes on,there is no yield.
Through his eyes laid his captured tears,
his were frozen,,,shows the mirror.
we see through our every fear.

He was clinging to fight some grouling epic,
he cannot fell to be so sceptic.

Within an instant he drops and cries,
Sworming voltures aid his side.
The corpse I saw was sinful to see,
I realized that the soldier ,,,,,,was me.

The dream of a thousand lives released my pain.
To witness the lonely despairs of may.
Between death and birth.

Turn again,the wheel began to spin.
It converted from darkness to the sign as once before,but ended abrutly with a similar gore.
Lives in each eyes are written as a Folklore.

Thrice it spun and spun again.
I seem to grasp the multable element of air,
Maybe i hold the power of the Zodiac mayor.

This incarnation evoled into a higher creed,
Amongest the ones lays the hidden meek.
Converting the Gods upon the meloncoly,
compose the torment pain to a spell bound melody.

If the wheel stops turning,our lives will start burning.

Toss my grains away,like confetti on a new years day,
But may we live once more,upon the midnight shore?
Or shall we have to wait,for our bodies to inflate,,with such a fate?

It must turn for us to overcome,
the despairs of May.
Between Death and rebirth.


DAVIDIAN L. CHOULAT

Davidian Choulat
- Wednesday, June 23, 1999 at 06:22:28 (PDT)


i taste blood and think pain
i hate hate and cant feel love again
i know you could make it alright
if i could hold you instead of its goodbye
where am i in my minds wall of sound
not around i love you forever now
cause it dont go away
this ones called bad poetry
Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 23, 1999 at 01:40:59 (PDT)


"i still love you like yesterday"

who gives a fuck your a dream
theres no one else for me
i love your guts ,do you believe?
that
i want you and you only
i want you and you only
your a hundred songs to me
though im not here
ill always be wanting you next to me
theres no one else whos pretty
with models sittin next to me
mystrys of memories
either ive always wanted it to be
or its been you all along and im still crazy
about you the cure for me

Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 22, 1999 at 23:31:07 (PDT)


The Abyss

Talking at a distance
The wind rises up and
In a glimpse of time
Evening falls

Jumping into the unknown void
Dangerous and Adventurous
Only for me
Does the great beyond wait

I awaken slowly
In a dim, damp place
Only lit with candles
Nothing is seen

For where I am
No one goes
Of there own free will
Except for me

Dispair and depression
Are my only friends
Except for loneliness
Is who I am

SEE_HOW_NOW
- Tuesday, June 22, 1999 at 22:08:25 (PDT)


I have waited a sheer eternity
and in it I realize
Satans in the wallpaper
as well as my favorite
storybook








the disallusioned children we are
Pretynd
- Tuesday, June 22, 1999 at 20:48:25 (PDT)





Ships at sea

Ships at sea, the moonlight grey,
As I ponder and I prey.
Three lost souls forever gone,
As I weap so very,very long.
Show my sorrow to the dead,
As I join them in my head.
Though the holy prey for me,
As I cry and as I bleed.
Ships at sea the moonlight grey,,
As I perch upon my grave.


O' follow me,for I hold your past
ask what lies,in secret promises.
Lies be laid,bye your mother's plead,
Just let your conscince,bleed.
weaping happens,to lonely souls like you,
Greiving,happens,to the lonely souls like me,,,
but I follow me.


But if I may wonder,through the burial ground,
if I past,,through the hollow silent sound.
Of shadows creeping,loveing with tears,
I left you weeping,such a crippling fear.
Of joy,of your shame,laughters not coming again.
What is thy soul to thee,
my crys shall fall to bleed.
My dreams are of a universal knowledge, I gained , I lost your heart now feel the love of pain.

Davidian Leon Choulat the ll
David chouat
- Tuesday, June 22, 1999 at 16:59:32 (PDT)


The concealed existence of the source,
Begins its manifest through pure consciousness.
With that source being the union of unity to us all.

Davidian Leon Choulat the ll

Dave Choulat
- Tuesday, June 22, 1999 at 16:55:21 (PDT)


Nasferatu

The sounds of life remorsed
for is a deaden laughter,
Ancient aged corpses
are crying for their master.

A masqurade vengalanty
the knowledgable of all of dreams,
Inside flies are sworming
hungering for their feast.

Batered,beated,bodies
internally rage,
A fleshly nutrition,
apparitions crave.

Tears locked in blood,
envyios mortallitiy
Enbraced in a deaden love
For death is pure and for eternaty.


Davidian Leon. Choulat the ll
Dave choulat
- Tuesday, June 22, 1999 at 16:52:06 (PDT)


cloudless, starry night
lips like satin roses
forbidden fruit
mustn't tell anyone
secrets are golden
Shadow
- Tuesday, June 22, 1999 at 16:02:57 (PDT)


"let me explain this to you"

My wife may be watching us right now
like a sniper on a roof in a jfk mystery
who knows what color car shes in shes out there
and we cant hide she has magic powers
we cant do anything lets just hope shes not pissed
you look so cute when you pout honey
careful




Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 22, 1999 at 11:13:30 (PDT)


burn brun burn
I look a little pink
you may not want to sink your teeth in
just yet
pretynd
- Tuesday, June 22, 1999 at 09:27:50 (PDT)


I travel down the same road everyday
Wondering whether the time I spend is worthwhile
I see the birds sitting in the same place
I feel like those birds

Never changing, moving around
Never evolving, never learning
Mostly alone, sometimes not
Seldomly feeling the touch of another
Wonder if the birds will ever fly off that ledge?
Will I? Do I dare? Do I even care?




Joleen
- Monday, June 21, 1999 at 14:29:12 (PDT)


today is a good day...I am happy yes I is !
SKIPPITYDOOFUCKINDA!!!!
- Monday, June 21, 1999 at 11:11:00 (PDT)


"WINGED PHILOSOPHY"

washed away pain and he dream believed
defend burning magic dose beliefs
wish tomorrow wanted to be
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
ive 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

Travis Ray Cole
- Monday, June 21, 1999 at 10:22:54 (PDT)


I heard
The Monster plays a good
Minuet
Dischording
Violin
Discording
Violynne
When death knocked on her kitchen door....

Vahlet, you still is our shortbread madam
Them syrup toes and
Them black-eyed pea looks
Were enough ta send a man to drink
Waitin on that bus stop
Checkin' bags for grocery money
Never could find it
Sho you'll find it, honey
You now in them pearly gates
Singin' praises to the Father
You were so sure you'd outlive Methusela
You finally get to rest peacfully

You gave until there was nothing left.
We miss you.

...In loving memory of Miss Violet Ethel Williams
(1943-1999)



Eve
- Sunday, June 20, 1999 at 21:28:44 (PDT)


one more time

Any information you submit is insecure
and could be observed by a third party while in transit
If you are submitting passwords, credit card numbers,
or other information you would like to keep private,
it would be safer for you to cancel the submission.
Anonymous
- Sunday, June 20, 1999 at 19:07:02 (PDT)


Damage overthrow waste
hate take preach need
revenge regurgitate cripple kill
exhaust refuse deceive
no, break bust smash
crack ruin dump sleaze
end hurt pain never
lost void destroy, blocking
disrupt wreck stab take-out
impair hate anger freeze
bite steal tear scratch
burn lie obstruct cheat
drown attack impair crash
fake disgust spoil sicken rotten negativity
demolition scrape scar
coma infect sour
injure disable vandalize cease
abolish abort render annul
cancel split surrender halt
distrup quit die repulse
death dying extreme greed
break-off stop suspend waive
cut shutdown dissolve eliminate
me

Anonymous
- Sunday, June 20, 1999 at 04:16:33 (PDT)


"Don't-Does'nt Matter"

Turn away turn your head turn your back on me..again
I said

pull me to you,a look in your eyes not saying anything
never telling lies
completely different lauanges,only one life.

smile call my name,over over again
like a chant
warmth brings me back

line after line,good ones too
a girl at the bar could never be you

old friend no friend lover again the end
no more trends lost in the suburbs
begin

to notice reconize
either i love you,or my hearts a liar
and time passes without reason it seems
I don't know where or why we are'nt together
but I know I'm trying

Anonymous
- Saturday, June 19, 1999 at 20:25:39 (PDT)


stay tuned for more songs about songs
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 19, 1999 at 18:59:34 (PDT)


shalalal
Vanilla
- Saturday, June 19, 1999 at 13:34:53 (PDT)


-Ludibrium-

My every second...idles soft!
My mind...Minds but of you!
These..Corpulating thoughts;

Rigid Unguided Phallic Blue.

Softly tuning..all the nights,
fast running, for of the might,
realigning wings, for flight....;

-Forgive me, if i Loose stride-

There is no shame in blame...
...Just wish to forget..again...
Bending Grabbling Thought;

I ever wished To be Caught.

Strap you down, upon plastic,
as the makings, of mine wings.
Entrap your soul, in a lantern;

Mold you in ebony..For Me.

*
Should we not........?
Could we not..........?
Shouldn’t i..............?
U know..Dont you ?
My every thought...
My every need.........
My god...I caught....
...........An angel free.

*

ZAKAI
- Saturday, June 19, 1999 at 11:33:08 (PDT)


Be thou a new star, that to us portends
Ends of great wonder; and be thou those ends.

Frater Peru
- Saturday, June 19, 1999 at 11:32:22 (PDT)


yeah looking through the trees at night
the pattern the starlight
only what the trees show
all that comes through
the little dots of muscial proof
you say the egyptians knew
the scales that the stars show me and you
then the book is burnt on the ground
that the energy flows from
where I saw that death
of past and blood of yet to come
then the crazyness dogs howl
the pigs run and we both know whats done is done
on that tree it looked so real
a vision from many years
a man dying throut cut
trees and ground full of blood
so the alter has been stolen
and I hate all things golden
when the ashes scattered on the ground
showing me the pattern to play
the notes on the fretboard
excatly what the stars through the trees
are saying
all the darkness still remains
taking nothing
the trees we played
our solos on the hollow wood
the branches and water flowing
sound birds that learn the song
i dont wanna
stay to long.
Anonymous
- Friday, June 18, 1999 at 13:44:03 (PDT)


This time full of love.....
....Does our joy much approve
Frater Peru
- Friday, June 18, 1999 at 06:16:22 (PDT)


He's donning the smile that
Slowly dances across his mouth once more
What concentrated levels of tacit communication we
E V O K E
From one another
Just to imply "I need thy companinonship"
In not so many syllables
It's in the way our bodies ever so slightly turn
Towards each other
It's in the way our eyes temper to shades of thalassic blue
That say we need to be swimming the same ocean soon
We need to be breathing in one another's presence
A long time ago
*
* *
*
If I should ever be graced with such a fortune as thine essence
To repose with thee in meads of laurel
And exist in the arms of thine chivalry
As a man and woman should be

The Clarity that swims amongst the mirrors in thine soul
Washes over the sky and makes it whole
Thy courage penetrates the the faults of this earth
Thine warmth extends comfort
Thine tongue offers mirth

How fortunate a woman I would be
To have the man of dreams with me
To care and love and esteem and cherish
To adore and delight and apprize and relish

God let him hear my heart


Eve
- Friday, June 18, 1999 at 01:55:00 (PDT)


To this anonymous
Your Night...it gave me the most breathtaking Emphysema. Thank you
There aren't any boundaries are there?
Jane
- Thursday, June 17, 1999 at 17:01:22 (PDT)


"The Night"

The night the reaper death the bloodshed
the cutting room floor splice cut action
the pain radiates to live again to move
more life pumping in the veins
the night
no moon the sky dark and black-grey
the mud the rain
same place
the trees the crossroads
thoughts of you the night
live life the creek is flowing deep and high
the inspiration so deep that I live
I feel the life my heart beats its real
I know its there. IT knows its there
and you are somewhere with life, real
real life
the air the wind the drizzle of rain
again we are at the same place
I think of you


Anonymous
- Thursday, June 17, 1999 at 16:03:33 (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
- Thursday, June 17, 1999 at 14:47:22 (PDT)


"what?"

Because the train goes by a hundred times a day
because the train goes by to much
its you the one i want and need
its you the one i love
because my heart wont beat if it has to bleed
and take more than enough
if youve been on an island with me
its you i think i love
but the train goes by and takes from me
everything,like love
tomorrow and inbetween
without you im not done
if a bus,a star,or sattlelite hits me
i guess ill die in love
all the pain in jealosy
leave out the word love
i want to always see you
that means never enough
i cant tell you where it hurts me
the mask is not enough
but i aint got you like i need..... alone
im in love sick inside i got to be
all i ever dreamed of
you and me
or else just leave me alone
i know your the answer for me
if i know the definition of love

Copyright{c}1999
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net



Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 16, 1999 at 12:27:34 (PDT)


Charletine
my lable held true
whispered reassurances
got to taste your cake
from the smell of my breath
I remember
the way you clung to me
almost made you love
and that soft in between colour
of green and blue
please allow me to
re-centre myself
pretynd
- Wednesday, June 16, 1999 at 09:35:29 (PDT)


"stuck in a character"

stuck in a character
a roll i must play
to make everyone happy
except me.
trapped in the realms of reality
where no place is home
alone, forsaken, close to death
will ever i be free?
invisible bars imprison me
so i can not escape
emotional detanglement
psychotic disorder
where so i belong
everyone has thier own opnion
mine doesn't matter
i'm confussed, distressed
where do i belong
time goes by so fast
for me to recall
events of yesterday.
today is already here
time seems warped
as i stand at crossroads
where is my home
will ever i be safe from the dark
sercurity is lost to me
whatever is in the night
is after me.
death is closing in
im dead in the inside
so cold
my body is next to deteriate
my heart is broken
beyond mending
my pride is lost
beyond finding
i can never get it back
i want it back
it's all lost to me
reality is based on perception
i cannot recall my own reality
im stuck in one place
as the world revolves around me
people laughing, lovers dancing
they're all out there
the beggers, the stealers
the mothers, the dreamers
and then there's me
i beg for love
i steal for illusions
and i dream
i think i am dying
but ive always felt that way.
what am i to do now
give into temptation
where's my salvation
my sercurity, my self control
my sanity?
its all lost
lost never to be found
i feel like i am beside myself
where is my control
how did i lose it
i've lost it all
my mind is frozen in thought
my heart still in pieces
my pride still gone
im lost to everything
im even lost to myself.
Cynthia La Jean Mathews
- Wednesday, June 16, 1999 at 07:43:20 (PDT)


wait in love

i rolled again
and thought of you
i am again all but through
chain myself to you like a shackle
bend electric strings
take away the curse
tomb stone stealing

solo desert die abused think you love me
i know why
i love you
listen to forever
live for the truth
leave locked out tomorrow
a hundred more blues


wait in love waiting for you
wait wait crazy about you



Copyright{c}1998
travis ray cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net


Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 16, 1999 at 01:40:23 (PDT)


"at some level"

There is no there is
there would be give
the sarcaism pretend
and then extended hand

I don't need
I don't need
believe
why
I wanna see you
why
its better than if
if
we all gotta die

you give more than there is
you dont know you did
you think the counter shows?
baby I got it though
you played with me to long
I never saw it come along
way into the......too late
tomorrow's gate
to hell
today
I really don't need a way
I traded what little I had left
you take
concept
concept
concept
garbage
concept
concept



time
any level
- Wednesday, June 16, 1999 at 00:25:38 (PDT)


"Deep"

World over while we sleep
birds sing to the sun i think
the night dies one more time
I dream of bieng into deep

the night crys when its alone
the morning is always gone
we all have our own songs
but its one,what we share together

my hair in your teeth
vampiress you bite my neck and cheek
always ready to play
another song sour to sweet
another message from the deep
another chant of die and bleed


any level
- Wednesday, June 16, 1999 at 00:15:37 (PDT)


A trip to Canada for 3 days and 3 nights, and I'm not going. damn.
Jane
- Tuesday, June 15, 1999 at 20:15:37 (PDT)


"YOU CANNOT"


YOU CANNOT HAVE A TAPE-PLAYER
THAT IS A PRIVLAGE NOT A RIGHT
BOOKS MUST GO...AND YOU CAN NOT WRITE
FORGET FREEDOM DON'T EVEN FIGHT
DON'T BELIEVE WHAT YOU SEE
THAT IS NOT A GAUGE
BELIEVE WHAT YOUR TOLD
IT WON'T MAKE SENSE BUT
ITS ALRIGHT,SLAVE
YOU CANNOT FOLD PAPER THATS ORGAMI AT IT'S HIEGHT
YOU BETTER NOT SAY JUST WHAT YOU LIKE
HITLER WAS A BAD MAN BUT YOUR ALL A LIE
HITLER WAS A BAD MAN BUT YOUR ALL ALIKE

try to live on minium wage
peace is bought but not believed
accept what your sold
it has no value but its not free
you cannot exceed the dream
you believe and vote for scheme
if they let you
you cannot even see the very core of it
it is sickening to the sight
you better not believe in freedom love peace or sunlight
your heart your home your soul
it bleeds from chains
the chains are to tight
you cannot be free,be you
in even the darkest night
well we hope tomorrow will be different
but who'll change it ?make it right?
you can even pretend you love me now
and try to make me believe in daylight
no heart flagdown in the penalty box for the night
listen to the wolves howl
theysay,thats not right

WRITTEN BY TRAVIS RAY COLE
Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 15, 1999 at 10:40:08 (PDT)


"Tattoo of you"

I need a new tattoo ,I was thinking about you
I love your art and way,I wanna see your face ever day
you got the best look around,I know what I have found
I wanna feel the pain of your beauty going in
forever right there in my skin I need to see you now
I can look and it won't go away. The ink that will not fade
I want you and the music you played
from now till the end of time ,with me until I die
I need a new tattoo I need only you
love that won't wash away and I cant take back or
change!
written by Travis Ray Cole copyright{c}1997
=======================================================


"Tattoo in my mind"

ink or die bleed again color not fade away,mine
think that I'm living in a world I would trade,a lie
I did'nt forget about you
I'm trying to think of something new nothing gets thru
an image of you,why?you don't want me to love you right
I can't stop the thought
ink it in,rip it in,burn and rip,dig,that art
be it bleed it need it tear it feel it see it
a picture in my mind I can draw you
with clothes this time ink it in your face my skin
an image in my mind,until the sun tries to take
whats mine.my thought my payin' my eyes are saying
think again about the only real art the only real way
a song of love a reason to change ,inspiration.
you and I,a dream of mine a season of time,I want you.
If I win do it again try to begin to love you right
hold you I believe I'll know when its ripe your all
over my mind.its not pretend .thats just it I know how
I think of you....ink it in my mind left and right
I wanna know all the love you might even feel it when
I feel the only thing you said for bye
and it did'nt hurt a bit
your in my mind

Written by Travis Ray Cole Copyright{c}1998
Travis Rat Cole can be e-mailed at ratacidtravis@writeme.com
Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 15, 1999 at 00:22:19 (PDT)



- For Katta -

Sirius-b...For me?
By the twin stars shine,
upon a memory Bay-line drive..
....Could I...Park and ride?
Twin, Unfold and fly??

Did u know that... Sirius,
is my lucky star??
Since summer five,
I’ve been looking at the skies.

Millennia fright...
Roaming rocks for flight...
Remember to pray,
when you stray,
Remember to see,
what you need,
You are my need,
what I need to see,
You are what I need to hear,
caught a pair of wings and forgot my fears.

ZAKAI
- Tuesday, June 15, 1999 at 00:09:29 (PDT)


Casting in all your stones
Amidst the miles
Slain little puppet doggie
Everyone's had a midnite bite
You don't need that witch

Why do you work so hard to gain her approval
?
??
???
????
?????
????
???
??
?
Haven't you sought from her all there is to render
If you only knew what I could give you

Lay your hands on me from across the city
Boy you're that delicious kind of mud

Mr. M, You make waiting hurt
Be the devil in my eye
Be the evil in my die
Eve
- Monday, June 14, 1999 at 20:42:31 (PDT)


i don't really have time to sit here and post my poems
but I would really appreciate you going to my poetry website.

http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Olympus/7426

thank you
chris
Chris Hancock
- Monday, June 14, 1999 at 19:52:29 (PDT)


damien.....i miss you and care for you
wont you call me..like I want you too!!
sweetcarry
- Monday, June 14, 1999 at 18:58:19 (PDT)


I wish I were a little more clever my feelings are too much on my plate I like it that way full tum tums are great I can't wait till she lives a floor below me so she can show me her lovely collection of thought on snows days perhaps she will grace me with an angel imprint that's not what she strives to be yet her halo is so large it has to squeeze through my trusty portal I believe that she'll tell me what she wants I hope she'll suffer my child I pray she'll trust in my words I think I'll sing her a song I know with her I belong
Muwaa: a kiss for the girl in the yellow shirt
Jane
- Monday, June 14, 1999 at 18:05:03 (PDT)


I would never turn you away
I love you now forever
it would never be to late
I die inside without you
I wait and wait everyday
and miss you
theres noone else like you
aw it hurts if you turn away
your inside my mind i tell you
my heart knows its no mistake
my god you know i love you
why you keep going away
will it ever change
cant you see past the liars
enough to make me smile
i would never turn you away
i love you now forever

Anonymous
- Monday, June 14, 1999 at 02:05:22 (PDT)


should I stay or should I go now?
If I stay there will be trouble.
If I go there will be double.....
so......
Anonymous
- Monday, June 14, 1999 at 01:09:40 (PDT)


for a moment I thought
.... that he ...
was something else
something... frigid
for a moment he was
not my glitter boy
he was a chinese
foreign boy
for a evill swift
moment
sshhh ......
are you still he



My Little Glitter Boy?
??????????????????????


Pretynd
- Sunday, June 13, 1999 at 21:31:05 (PDT)


Yeah
I'm goin'in this time.

S
A
V
E

M
E
Eve
- Sunday, June 13, 1999 at 19:45:48 (PDT)


"Is there a bigger part of your everything?"
He replied that it was even
Oh how we all wish to be even

Pretynd
- Sunday, June 13, 1999 at 10:04:56 (PDT)


"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




"She's Complicated"

She's complicated
leaves me a simple mind
she's complicated
leaves me a simple mind
she lead me to believe
there's something to believe in this time
I can't complain
it's what I must deserve
I won't explain
if this is all its worth
shes complicated
leaves me a simple mind
shes complicated
leaves me a simple mind
Written by Travis Ray Cole{c}copyright1998



oeoeoe@usa.net
- Sunday, June 13, 1999 at 06:22:14 (PDT)


white smoke against her blond hair
eyes that glance and hurt
or make me lose my mind

i did nt mean to lose you
i guess ill make you mine
i cant lose you
not this time
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 12, 1999 at 09:59:53 (PDT)


She´s in there..yes in there....
resting her heart after the night..
Think i got her..yes...i think i got her..
Z
- Saturday, June 12, 1999 at 00:33:00 (PDT)


And I don't ever wanna feel again like i did that day
i don't EVER want my heart to leap to be sore
I don't EVER want to be so lonely it HURTS
to look at me.
I don't ever want to stare out the car window and dream
But im, so afraid i will
Im soafraaid im soafraid am so afraid
i wonder what im doing
who cares
- Saturday, June 12, 1999 at 00:22:06 (PDT)




"Register"
by
Travis Ray Cole

How'ld you like to find a needle in a hay stack
or lose someone there
how'ld you like to love somebody even if it aint fair
no matter if fate wont have it
and think of a dream somewhere
even if this aint no movie
its like im going to care
how would you ever notice scarred with a black and white surface
howld you feel if a memory was a dream
and still noones there
howld you like to love somebody even if it aint fair?
no mater if fate wont have it
and think of a dream shes there
during this nothings nowhere
howld you like to hear some nothing removed?
howld you like to register somewhere in her mind
let the record show
what are you the answer
when will you ever care
even if your lying to someone
and turn like acupuncture
inside my love
dying inside me
anyway i dont know where
too bad if it aint like me
we need to get out of here
what are you the police-habit?
every call is someone and someone
but its really noone nowhere
whats going on in there
i know theres no such thing
and i dont even care
your not there beside me
there is no more here

Copyright : 1999
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net


oeoeoe@usa.net
- Friday, June 11, 1999 at 16:13:52 (PDT)


"MISS"{Dictionary}

miss1 (m¹s) v. missed, miss·ing, miss·es. --tr. 1. To fail to hit, reach, catch, meet, or otherwise make contact with. 2. To fail to perceive, understand, or experience. 3. To fail to accomplish, achieve, or attain (a goal). 4. To fail to attend or perform. 5.a. To leave out; omit. b. To let go by; let slip. 6. To escape or avoid. 7. To discover the absence or loss of. 8. To feel the lack or loss of. --intr. 1. To fail to hit or otherwise make contact with something. 2.a. To be unsuccessful; fail. b. To misfire, as an internal-combustion engine. --miss n. 1. A failure to hit, succeed, or find. 2. The misfiring of an engine. --idioms. miss fire. 1. To fail to discharge. Used of a firearm. 2. To fail to achieve the anticipated result. miss out on. To lose a chance for. miss the boat. Informal. 1. To fail to avail oneself of an opportunity. 2. To fail to understand.




Anonymous
- Friday, June 11, 1999 at 00:36:15 (PDT)


"MISS"{thesaurus}



1. (n.) A young unmarried woman:
• girl
• lass
• lassie
• maid
• maiden
• damsel
• demoiselle
2. (v.) To go wrong:
• founder
• miscarry
• blow it (US, slang)
• bomb (US, colloquial)
• fail
• fall apart
• fizzle (colloquial)
• flop (colloquial)
• misfire
• strike out
• go under
3. (v.) To fail to take advantage of:
• waste
• misuse
• use unwisely
• misapply
• misemploy
• lose
• let slip by
• lose out on
4. (v.) To understand incorrectly:
• misunderstand
• get the wrong idea
• misapprehend
• misconceive
• misconstrue
• botch
• misinterpret
• misread
• mistranslate
• take the wrong way
• mistake
• understand (antonym)
• perceive (antonym)
• apprehend (antonym)
5. (v.) To be without what is needed, required, or essential:
• lack
• want
• require
• call for
• cry out for
• demand
• fall short of
• stand in need of
• have (antonym)
• possess (antonym)
• hold (antonym)
• own (antonym)

Anonymous
- Friday, June 11, 1999 at 00:33:41 (PDT)


Main characters play the cards not as well as the minor roles that fill the stage magic 8 minus 7 means one in the end you be my guest and read the book open a time for tango with the mic and Mr.Manifesto will leave a present in your maibox
Jane
- Thursday, June 10, 1999 at 22:02:04 (PDT)


You know I love it when your eyes
turn
The most gorgeous shade of pale olive gold
With their deep forest rims
When you turn your face, boy to the precious sky

They make me cry
There is no way getting around it
And I try to catch myself
when I'm

FALLING


I still love you even when I
Throw the ice down
Throw my ice down
Throw that ice down
Throw it down

What I'd give to be inside your flame





Eve
- Thursday, June 10, 1999 at 00:23:25 (PDT)


"Its a disguise"
i met a thousand dollar cupcake
one fifty for the whole room
you know the five o
ready to intergate me
write me invest in dedate me
its a bet the towns good news
sure shes a cracker
theres nothing really going on at noon

ready to baptise and save me
when her eyes are all that become the mood
we care if you cant relate then a phone call
will ring there too answers and answers
problems for only who?

green eye make up her wings cut that slit dress into
goodbye no look in the eyes
remember the heart
Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 09, 1999 at 23:57:57 (PDT)


yeah well fuck you
your double sided
swing
I remember the beauty
we had
we made
I wonder if you would scream
in your head on collision
you could never
make me
broken
wear me in
or out
party boy

pretynd
- Tuesday, June 08, 1999 at 22:46:44 (PDT)


yeah well fuck you
your double sided
swing
I remember the beauty
we had
we made
I wonder if you would scream
in your head on collision
you could never
make me
broken
wear me in
or out
party boy

pretynd
- Tuesday, June 08, 1999 at 22:46:31 (PDT)


today I cursed you
and not in a spell
what the fuck eh
yes..what the fuck
is going on around me
are you damning me
making my life hell
everything going wrong
plans going astray
are you cursing me
to a miserable mind
well ill tell you
that's not very kind
what the fuck..damien

sweetcarry
- Tuesday, June 08, 1999 at 16:22:56 (PDT)


"Girl in the Yellow Shirt" You have whooed me once again!

Kiss me
Jane
- Tuesday, June 08, 1999 at 12:08:11 (PDT)




Beauty.........it's timeless and formless....you can only hold it for a second......but know it forever...it has a taste and smell that transcends culture.
posted for ED by me
- Tuesday, June 08, 1999 at 08:24:56 (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
- Monday, June 07, 1999 at 22:16:51 (PDT)


-HE IS NOT DEAD-

I CANNOT SAY AND WILL NOT SAY
THAT HE IS DEAD. HE IS JUST AWAY
WITH A LONELY SMILE AND A WAVE OF HIS HAND
HE HAS WANDERED INTO AN UNKNOWN LAND
AND LEFT OF US DREAMING OF HOW VERY FAIR
IT MUST BE SINCE HE LINGERS THERE.
AND ME,WHO THE WILDEST YEARN
FOR AN OLD-TIME STEP AND THE GLAD RETURN,
THINKING OF HIM FARING ON AS DEAR
IN THE LOVE OF THERE AS THE LOVE OF HERE
THINKING OF HIM STILL AS THE SAME. I SAY,
THAT HE IS NOT DEAD-HE IS JUST AWAY.
JOHNNIE JAMILYNN MORRIS
- Monday, June 07, 1999 at 21:05:42 (PDT)


Candlelight

The sharp edge of a knife,
behind every corner in the maze of life.
A plague encompasses the mind,
a dead end is all I find.

Tears stream no longer from my tired eyes,
my lifeless expression is where the pain lies.
A bottomless pit is all I found,
in depression, I have almost drowned.

Sick of all the details,
every success ultimately fails.
No one is who they are,
wear the mask that makes you a star.

One man can't change anything at all,
all he can do is watch the helpless fall.
Even if he truly does care,
saying what's thought is rare.

It's easy to see how evil is born,
molded from hearts that are shredded and torn.
A small flame that can't withstand the breeze,
even warriors have moments when fear makes them freeze.

So many traps, walls, and pitfalls,
society has created too many unwritten laws.
To speak what the mind screams,
a hope that's only in my dreams.

Why pretend you're better than the rest?
Even at the peak, it's only second best.
How many problems are solely because of my flaws?
Does my agony drown out others' needfull calls?

Am I alone in the severity of my emotion?
Is there anyone else who shares this unwanted devotion?
I don't I will ever find love,
for me not to doubt, it'll take more than a push and a shove.

On every path that I travel on,
only tombstones are revealed by the morning dawn.
Sin has infected all that exist,
confusing them in a sea of mist.

A message with a meaning,
too many shoulders with no one leaning.
If I spoke any clearer,
you might see my face in your mirror.
H. B. L.
- Monday, June 07, 1999 at 20:59:42 (PDT)


collection#eleven


"Picture This"
by
Travis Ray Cole

Got a picture of you right inside my head
to remember what,just what you said

GOT NO PICTURE,PICTURE OF YOU
I DONT NEED NO DARK ROOM
GOT NO PICTURE,PICTURE OF YOU

F STOP BUS STOP DONT STOP YOUR CUTE
I WANT TO WANT TO AND WANT TO SEE YOU
TURN AROUND CUT MY HEART INTO
AINT GOT NO PICTURE OF YOU
DONT NEED ONE TO REMEMBER YOU

wasted film whats developing to soon
your locked in my memorie dont need no darkroom
can you picture you and me?
all the lights on you look good to me
and loves in the background
telling a thousand stories with no sound

Got a picture of you right inside my head
to remember what just what you said

GOT NO PICTURE PICTURE OF YOU
I DONT NEED NO DARK ROOM
GOT NO PICTURE,PICTURE OF YOU


F STOP BUS STOP DONT STOP YOUR CUTE
I WANT TO WANT TO AND WANT TO SEE YOU
TURN AROUND CUT MY HEART INTO
AINT GOT NO PICTURE OF YOU
DONT NEED ONE TO REMEMBER YOU

faster this love needs speed
and this time you are the cheese
theres no negitivity
and your picture is my memorie
take the cake


take the pop outta this one lazer

============================================
RAT ACID FROM WORK SONGS



"J.F.K."


JFK
JFK
JFK
JFK


WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK

JFK
JFK
JFK
JFK

WORK WORK WORK WORK
WORK WORK WORK WORK


Werkwerkwerkwerkwerkwerkwerkwerk

JFK
JFK
JFK
JFK


WORK WORK WORK WORK

WERKWERKWERKWERKWERK

JFK JFK JFK JFK
werkwerkwerkwerkwerkwerkwerkwerkwerkwerkwerkwerk

WORK WORK WORK WORK

==========================================
"Shank"
SHANK
FILE
TAKE
TIME
SCRAPE
FILE
SMILE
SHANK
COME ON WITH IT
STEAL TAKE
SAVE GRACE
2ND PLACE
IN YOUR FACE
STEAL PLATES
STEEL ON
TOE TO TOE
ROUNDS OVER
MEANT IT
MEAN IT
SHANK
METAL
SCRAPE
WOOD
SHARPEN
BRICK
PAIN
C'MON SHANK
NO TRACE
LOVE YEAH
PUT IT IN IS IT IN
FEEL IT COMING OUT
ALL OVER THE PLACE
ONLY FEEL IT COMING OUT
WHATS IT SMELL LIKE TO DIE
I GOT TO REMEMBER JUST IN CASE THAT I
IF I EVER IF I
IF I EVER GET TO THAT POINT I WILL KNOW WON'T I
SPEAKING OF EYE
YOU DON'T WON'T NEED TWO
LET ME HELP YOU
LEAVE IT BY THE ROAD
THE RATS CAN FEED ON IT WHEN THEY GET OLD
SLIDIN IN YOUR OUTTA THERE
SHANK
SLAG
HOLD YOU DOWN AND BURN YOUR FLAG
BLOOD RED
GET TO THE POINT TURN BACK
YOU CAN TURN ON ME
EVERYBODY GETS TO LIVE SOMEWHERE IN THE WRITING
YOU GET TO PLAY YOUR SOULROLE
BUT THE HAPPY-ASS STORIES EVEN END
SHANK
START HERE
THE VERY END
...
==============================================
intermissionpart2

THERE IS A RAT CLOGGING THE DRAIN
YOUR ME BUT SHES INSANE
LOVE
I HAVE NO LOVE EXCEPT FOR THE GODDESS OF SOUND
WHEN WILL I EVER GET AROUND
2
==============================================
"Upstage"

outta the way
a lens for art thou
the lost way
never again
said saying
the complete role
each frame
telling a thousand times
the 1 word is name

nobodys gonna take it away
nobodys gonna take it away
one time is eveything
the now
wheres my soul
no stale wait

you have a way

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

"I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING"

I love you more than anything
I wish I could cry
I love you more than anything
theres a tear inside
I love you more than anything
now somethings gotta die
I want nothing now
everythings a lie
I feel tore up and hurtin
aint no reason I can find
I love you more than anything
theres a funeral in my mind
================================================
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net


Anonymous
- Monday, June 07, 1999 at 15:29:36 (PDT)


OBLIVION SEED

Liar Bring me seed of plenty
Set for me a warm and raging fire
Spin and jingle, laugh and sing
Dance for me a screaming angel choir
Take my hands and touch my eyes
Stamp your feet, let your head pound
Raise your heart and slither-slink
Lick my lips and let our passion be a crown
Mind a jostle with a fist full of ash
Open your soul and let it twist
Copper fly and spread your silk wings
Let your flesh open wide like. . . like. . . like
The bursting of a crimson star
Turn to embers my sensual liar
Like a lightning bug in a dirty jar
I want you to hear with the ears of the world
The pulse carrying one thousand tales
Taste the hot blood spurting crazy
From the slit wrist of eternity
And see the life that howls
And dreams: wild, fierce, and free
Throw yourself down and
Thrash yourself into a billion bits and shards
Then dream a precious oblivion dream with
Your eyes shut hard.
Our stairway to heaven is made of bones,
Blood and Wires.
And here we climb, shivering
Numb
And I am so tired. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Raquel Montgomery
- Monday, June 07, 1999 at 10:01:08 (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, June 07, 1999 at 07:25:38 (PDT)


Oh
for God's sake shut up

yay

Let's roll it one more time, Jimmy, just one more time
Make sure that noise will permeate
HolyRollerMarmalade
Tammy Faye lost her mascara
Jane Crouch dyed her wig again
Baker's runnin with the 700 dough
Too much tangerine lipstick for one evening
This is getting sorta gross
Get that belt strapped on tightly, dear
(Why does it always smell like melting plastic in here?)

makeajoylessnoisemakeajoylessnoisemakeajoylessnoisemakeajoylessnoise
*****

no offense



Eve
- Sunday, June 06, 1999 at 21:47:35 (PDT)


it's noise, noise in my head
that's all i ever hear
screaming, yelling all the time
the words are what i fear.

it's music, music in my head
words that don't even ryhme
a very fast Develish beat
taking over, all it needs is time.

there are voices, voices in my head
people or things, i don't really know
telling me what to say and do
telling me "go with the flow."

there is nothing left in my mind, nor in my body
my body is dead, my mind goes blank
listening to the voices in my head
silently staring in my cold, dark bed.
sasha
- Sunday, June 06, 1999 at 19:38:15 (PDT)


THE ROSE STILL GROWS

near a shady wall a rose once grew,
budded and blossomed in god's free light,
watered and fed by morning dew,
shedding its sweetness day and night.

as it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
slowly rising to a loftier height,
it came to a crevice in the wall,
through which there shone a beam of light.

onward it crept with added strength,
with never a thought of fear or pride,
it followed the light through the crevice-length,
and unfolded itself on the other side.

the light, the dew, the broadening view,
were found the same as they were before,
and it lost itself in beauties new,
breathing its fragrance more and more.

shall claim of death cause us to grieve,
and make our courage faint or fall?
no, let us faith and hope receive,
the rose still grows beyond the wall.

scattering its fragrance far and wide,
just as it did in days of yore',
just as it did on the other side,
just as it will forevermore.

the fragrance of the rose remains,
the memories of her are dear,
like the rose she went to the other side,
and someday we will meet her there.
Anonymous
- Sunday, June 06, 1999 at 19:33:48 (PDT)


i have no feelings left in me,
they've gone with you,
where they'll always be.
they follow you everywhere that you go,
leaving me lifeless,
do you even know?
well i want them back, what's really mine,
i want back my life,
hopefully, some day, i'll get it in time.
zeek
- Sunday, June 06, 1999 at 19:23:30 (PDT)


today I reflected on what used to be
me and you groovin in the summer of '93
I didn't know it then, how important you'd become
in my life later on, without you its no fun
how can I make you connect with me soon
just one more time to talk and hang out
underneith the stars and june's full moon
I burn cinnamon, patchouly, and candles
and still nothing seems to occur...why
won't you answer me..please just this once
let love find us during these next few months
Dam IE Need you....and that's no lie, everytime
I think of you... it makes me want to cry
not because I don't care, but because life is unfair
for keeping us apart, your always in my heart
did you hear me.....in my heart....my heart.....
it aches for you...4u..for you.....heartache...
please don't laugh, smile, or gloat....but sometimes
the other's poetry, I swear you have wrote.
but how on earth could that ever really be
you were never interested in the computer, so there's
no way you would ever be able to my heartache see.

someday soon I hope that will not be the case
and that you will have found me from a poetry trace
yes that's right you will stumble upon this place
and know that it's you ive been searching for..your blonde..blue eyed face.

Really its not that beyond existence!!
Sweetcarry/Scarlet Begonias
- Sunday, June 06, 1999 at 13:14:39 (PDT)


Dam IE Need you
more than you know
you are so different
and I can't let you go
you probably don't care
and moved on with life
I wish I could do the same
but you are so different
Fame--you were my famous friend
how do I make you realize
that its you I really want
but you probably don't care
and no idea that I come here
leave my words & shed tears
over you all over you....Dam IE Need you!!!!!!!!888777

SweetCarry/Scarlet Begonias
- Sunday, June 06, 1999 at 12:51:38 (PDT)


I can't let you go
no matter how I try
I think of you all day
and dream you each nite
I need you in my life
to make me feel so whole
we are the dream of the dolphin
I long for you--my mate-my soul

SweetCarry
- Sunday, June 06, 1999 at 12:42:56 (PDT)


take one

guilt pain like a reliegion
chewed thru my part
past tombstone lessons
gardens of crosses
pieces of stone spelling us
like therapy looking at life like it was fake
stealing from inside
its going to get me the way i love you
parady

travis ray cole

Anonymous
- Sunday, June 06, 1999 at 10:47:35 (PDT)


Love
Compassion
Agression
Passion

love me,
leave me

hold me,
breathe me

Destiny

I love you
I love you
I love you


Ahisma
- Sunday, June 06, 1999 at 09:34:53 (PDT)


Define what love is for you,
define what I am feeling tonight
don't know what is expressed through your eyes.

Kiss me,
let us be one
thrive in my arms tonight

Tight as we lie
subliming our love.
Liar, you are
liberating myself from you

Chaos
in my mind,
my spirit will die

Come to my arms tonight,
I long for your poisoned kiss
as you yearn for mine.

Freedom, I am
your body will die.
Come to my arms tonight...
Ahisma
- Sunday, June 06, 1999 at 09:29:37 (PDT)


Shadows,
please send me company
it's quiet

Yes, you are on my mind tonight
as i lie on my bed
facing the sky

Thousand stars,
they spoke to me
told me who you really are

I am sad,
please come and take away my pain
as you took my heart
Ahisma
- Sunday, June 06, 1999 at 09:25:47 (PDT)


Time has gone,
we have been friends for so long
But it's over

New friends will come,
and will go
you'll be always in my mind though

Good times, bad times
we have lived through together
But what you are now, is not you

Sometimes I think too much
I wan't to close my eyes and mind
Are you really that blind ?

Anger
Hate
Disgust
you make me feel so bad

Stop the war insinde yourself !

My mind is clean,
my heart full joy
Without you my friend,
I feel like new

Mellow mood has overcome
all my bad memories
I'm calm and surely wan't no strife

So let me be in peace
and let me live my life
You will someday recognise
how wonderfull it was ...


Ahisma
- Sunday, June 06, 1999 at 09:11:39 (PDT)


Sheila,
How beautiful you are.
You hold my heart,
that special part.
As bright as a star,
how beautiful you are.

Sheila,
How beautiful you be.
You look so lovely,
you are everything to me.
I wish that you could see,
how beautiful you be.

Sheila,
How I love you so.
My heart beats to and fro,
When I see your glow.
I wish that all could know,
How I love you so.
Leon Louia
- Sunday, June 06, 1999 at 06:11:18 (PDT)


oh my god theres a war
hide the coffee in the basement
we've got to get tires
we can make bullets in the hospitals
or factorys that used to make plastic bags or make speakers
oh nevermind
i love some little blonde
and dont realize theres a world around us
if only she could see me now
{im invisible}
oh no im not its just my phones messed up

meanwhile the cult has taken on a life of its own
who cares what they do anyway
those assholes
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 05, 1999 at 19:59:17 (PDT)


oh my god theres a way
hide the coffee in the basement
we've got to get tires
we can make bullets in the hospitals
or factorys that used to make plastic bags or make speakers
oh nevermind
i love some little blonde
and dont realize theres a world around us
if only she could see me now
{im invisible}
oh no im not its just my phones messed up

meanwhile the cult has taken on a life of its own
who cares what they do anyway
those assholes
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 05, 1999 at 19:58:56 (PDT)


No matter what happens you'll live until you die.
There are no riddles or rhyme here. In the meantime,
enjoy your next breath. Try to notice the simple things that are taken for granted everyday. You
Know. You've heard it before. The sunset, the full
moon, the stars on a clear night, the smell of
fresh cut grass, lightning in a distant storm.
Do you remember the last time a squirrel came closer than you thought it would and you froze just to
admire the cute little animal? If so, you are more
in tune with nature than you probably thought.
The more you try to notice, the more you will enjoy.
I promise.
It's simply nature and you are part of it...
Or are you?
Mark
- Friday, June 04, 1999 at 22:52:29 (PDT)


They ain't

H A L F

of me, Boy

I'm
In your step
In your air
In your breath
In your hair
In your sound
In your swear

your mouth
your sight
your strength
your plight

discipline
government
restraint
release
abandon
cruelty
benevolence
retreat

drop back and give ground
digress deviate
Diverge divagate
I'm your
willpower gone retrograde



Eve
- Friday, June 04, 1999 at 22:14:53 (PDT)



Starring at the ceiling,
at a twisted feeling,
of a distorted portray,
and the frames mad display.

Mirror..
interior,
bones,
unknown.

The source and the flow,
...The A and the O...
....... , ....
...No fixed ends??
All strings turn,
and all strings bends!


Effecting the,
Neglect
Selecting to,
Reflect

Be free of me,
and the needs of thee,
of days, hours and years,
abstract sorrow, and bitter fears.

To embrace in the nothing,
at play in the night,
as a stained dual wing,
of a neutral sight.


No source,
No course
Only the twining,
of the minding.

*

I think Friar Fuck,
said it best, when he said;
Stale ale, for the male!

ZAKAI
- Friday, June 04, 1999 at 12:00:34 (PDT)


you ________ it

you know ,all the thoughts in my head
i cant be with her.....unless
im thinking of having her needles laser removed
sometimes i overdose and breathe only her
she makes me jealose,with the holy man
not afraid of the church
still has the fear of guns
television will tell you
she has the red and whites
all thats left is blue
we'll see them soon enough in the courtroom
all the time she turns me away
stole something i need
if i cant love her my heart cant



an americian love poem
- Friday, June 04, 1999 at 10:42:21 (PDT)


" HI "
by
TRAVIS RAY COLE


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

Anonymous
- Thursday, June 03, 1999 at 23:39:36 (PDT)


its not worth it to hurt for you
ouch ow mother censor
wash my clothes and ill steal you a flower
i guess what im trying to say is
lynyrd skynyrd is a love song
and you love me
the way you look
i love something
but i too am long gone




Anonymous
- Thursday, June 03, 1999 at 22:58:03 (PDT)


sigh I see you
over the why
beyond my reason
under your blue
moving slowly
time does buy
stiky feet
to make
lust
Pretynd
- Thursday, June 03, 1999 at 20:03:19 (PDT)


whew it is so hard to fit time into my schedule to tell you
... there is no jury ....
and there is no time
(It's all a canadian conspiracy)












{and by the way I think I have lost my mind}
Pretynd
- Thursday, June 03, 1999 at 19:58:26 (PDT)


do you know what its like to want/love someone each and every night and know that you cannot have them because they have no idea how you feel. I would see him around the U every so often and we'd acknowledge each other but never talk. Now that summer's here and school is out, he is gone, and I damn myself for not ceasing any of those days. Now and again, I do see him, but Im usually in a car and he's on the street. If I could just have one wish, I would wish that one day....we will get that chance to meet. Until then, my soul is restless and I cannot sleep. However, when I am able too, my dreams are so real and all of him. The time has come it seems, to use the magic, to bring him my way. That to me is the only way my soul and his will connect for us to see that we are alike in many ways. We need to talk so to find out why it is that destiny/fate/unseen circumstances(whatever it is)keeps putting us in the same space and time. Maybe then my restlessness will disappear; once ive been given the chance to talk with TTAM YURRAM. Until then, Im very lonely.....


















sweetcarry
- Thursday, June 03, 1999 at 16:19:21 (PDT)


Advice....from someone who is not qualified to give it...but said "ah what the hell"

If you find you have trouble deciding what to wear, don't get married.

If you can't make up your mind on even the food you are ordering, don't get married.

If you hate that outfit the moment you get it home from the mall, don't get married.

If you don't think you would like washing someone else's farty underwear, don't get married.

If you hate your boyfriends mother now.....
then don't get married....the bitch will be your
mother out law then.

If you like to go out, have too much to drink and engage in some dangerous flirting, then don't get married.

If you find peace and solice in being alone, then don't get married.

If you want to travel the world, then don't get married.

In short I have raised these questions in my own mind,
life is such magnamous quest how can we know that we
will love just ONE person unconditionally for that long, just short of eternity? How can you ever know?
Are you willing to risk it, give of yourself until there is no you left? Are you ready to give up your singular identity? well Im not.....and tomorrow I will announce to my fiance "nah....see ya round babe"

Whew !! I feel muuuuuuuuch bedda now !




35and still learning !!!
- Thursday, June 03, 1999 at 11:01:17 (PDT)


"This is the day I'm gonna conform"
by
Travis Ray Cole

This is the day i'm gonna conform
im gonna be what you just learned
im gonna be whats good enuff
im gonna try to,anyway thatll be enuff
loser
this is the day im gonna conform
im gonna be what you just learned
try and be what you want from me
who do i think i am
i wanna follow your/the plan
i wasnt looking at the big whats wrong with this picture
i wasnt trying to be your number
i wanna get somewhere on the list
i dont care where now i give a shit
this is the day i'm gonna conform
live the lie
live the life
that you couldnt before
oh yeah ive been warned

i wanna be
you want me to see
you want me to be
i wanna you to think good of me
eat shit
this is the day im gonna conform
well its getting late now its dark
ill get up early tomorrow morn
and start a new
i'm gonna forget all about the blues
im gonna do whats in the plan
im gonna do just like you,man
you we're right the whole time
i was wrong and outta my mind
i agree with you know
wheres my uniform,show me how
this is the day
tommorrow
set my clock
if i had a clock ill put that on my list
im gonna be into time
and do anything that gets it
this is the day im gonna conform



Copyright{c}1998
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at ratacidtravis@writeme.com


################
- Thursday, June 03, 1999 at 01:48:32 (PDT)


suicide poetry
by
Zaraus DES


Too few your contact
Marbles fall from fists
Another defective paradise
Take your bounces
Bulletproof
Domination or damnation
Pick and choose
Miniscule hit parade
Fits of fashion
Rot the airwaves
Arsenic carbonation
Thought bubbles pop!!!
Sighing not crying
Silly rat race citizens
Deaf to scare tactics
Altitude decline
Leaning on constellations
Praying for apocalypse
Perched on pyramids
Cross hair vouyer
Just watching and waiting...

...2 0 0 0...




Zaraus DES can be e-mailed at zaraus@earthlink.net



Anonymous
- Thursday, June 03, 1999 at 01:13:45 (PDT)


Charles Bukowski's dead...finally, there's enough beer for the rest of us!
WAMMO
- Thursday, June 03, 1999 at 01:06:53 (PDT)


can't get ready,
my shoes don't fit.

i've worn them for so long,
but they still don't fit.

one foot in, one foot hurt.
they must not be put in shoes.

i hate my shoes.
you don't want to walk even half a mile in them.

i hate my shoes.
they are not for me.
closeted canadian
- Wednesday, June 02, 1999 at 21:38:33 (PDT)


you....know its you that I love and always will......I will continue to seek out those who remind me of you....because I cannot have you...or so you told me......DDDDTTTT....I will always hold a place for you in my heart......and I will bind/bound you to my soul.....you wait and see.....I love thee!!!!!
EXDS
Madisen
Hippychick
Libra7777@yahoo.com
Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 02, 1999 at 17:30:47 (PDT)


When it comes, I will find it!
*Emily*
- Wednesday, June 02, 1999 at 16:29:56 (PDT)


of mice and men......






THINK ABOUT IT
Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 02, 1999 at 16:03:08 (PDT)


You are not my placid shelf toys! I don't own you! You live, You decide.
True, there were times when I didn't realize that I was an inconvenience, and I can't go back and force those moments to deteriorate, but if I could...
If the "jury" has come to a conclusion of whether they wish to subtract me or not, please inform me when it is convenient for you.
Jane
- Wednesday, June 02, 1999 at 09:44:27 (PDT)


Your'e so much better than this
And
Don't tell me you need her
Cause your'e a rocket
all by yourself

Get up.
Get up
Get up.

Your'e much fairer than you give yourself
credit for
I know I have no place
In which to say all this
Who am I but one who's suffered the same

But angel don't let yourself get caught in those spokes
They will squander your spirit.
You know all of this will only leave

A milkstain in your palm
A milkstain in your palm
A milkstain in your palm

Don't let your grace be squandered
Your'e NOT on the outside anymore
You can shine all alone
all alone
all alone

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,how does your
heartache grow?
With battered bells and
Shattered shells
and
thoughts of her all in a row

You shall find mercy again in your
Dignity and own self-valor
You are an extraordinary
work from heaven, Seraph
And don't you forget that.
I don't care if you're angry forever but I can't see
you being crushed like this.

I value you and you should, too.


Eve
- Wednesday, June 02, 1999 at 09:29:35 (PDT)


"a bunch of shit"

iF i Die i Die AloNe
NIGHT IS COLD BUT COULD NEVER get Al0ne

death wont help me love you

IF YOU TALK ABOUT A DOLLAR HER ATTETION WONT DIVIDE
WRONG ANSWER close Your EYES

SCRATCH THE MONEY HAND
by the fire side its hot as hell AND AS DEEP
inside
AS YOUR BREATHE YOU SPEAK THE TRUTH IS GETTING WEAK
i cant look for me in you
I CANT GET OLD TO BE NEW
I AINT YOUR EVERYTHING
IT HURTS SO I CANT EXPLAIN
ITS LOVE THEN HOW CAN IT
CAN IT GO WRONG
I TRIED IT
your role is much like the past
luck in last chance take me back
I DONT WANT TO BE HIM
BECAUSE LIGHTNING IS NOT OURS
DUES ARE DUE AGAIN
dont love me or advise options

yeah
Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 01, 1999 at 23:43:16 (PDT)


"Voices in the wind"

analyzing the critic in distinct denial
the passion or energy of feeling
one way or the other
any meaning whatsoever on any level
war of words accomplishing only the ideal
unconditionally raw eating away at the gut feeling
I know only that I love and need


Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 01, 1999 at 23:23:48 (PDT)


WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING A GAME?
WHAT IS THERE LEFT BUT BLAME
WHY AM I WAITING FOR YOU ALWAYS
LOOKING AROUND TO FIND A PICTURE OF HAPPY
SITCOM LIFE RADIO SLIENCE WIFE
TATTOO OF YOU IN MIND
Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 01, 1999 at 19:58:29 (PDT)


"NO"

YOU DONT LOVE ANYTHING
INSIDE
YOU DONT OWN ME
TELL ME LIES
ID DIE IN A NIGHTMARE OF DREAMS
OR LIVE THE THE HELL WEVE REACHED
AND TONIGHT WHEN IM ALONE
THINKING ABOUT YOU,YOU KNOW
AND WE ARE APART NOWHERE ZONE
I CANT TELL YOU I LOVE YOU NOW
I CANT SEE THE WAY YOU HURT MY HEART
AND IF IT COULD MOVE YOU
NOW


Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 01, 1999 at 19:36:23 (PDT)


Oh and by the way
have we come so far
only for you to not
trust me?
I have always displayed
MY sincerity
one should realize
the pain disrust causes
you would think
after a few
millenia

Pretynd
- Tuesday, June 01, 1999 at 19:09:00 (PDT)


In order for one to fit
into the place
where they desire
they may need to
realize that their
shelf toys
are really
people
and that you dont give
a dehydrated man
ex-lax

Pretynd
- Tuesday, June 01, 1999 at 19:04:55 (PDT)


Those ugly words I wish I could take back
But it wouldn't matter if I could, would it?
I didn't realize that I mattered.
It seemed that my prescence was not needed
to complete that happy parade.
He told me, you cried.
And then so did I
I regret not trusting your sincerity

But because we are so much alike
I felt that I was being replcaed by you
therefore I tried to keep away
because it hurt to stay and watch
You know many say we are sisters
I felt replaced

It wasn't my hiding flower keeping me away
It was my own miserable and pathetic soul
and many a time I tried to hide behind her

I felt like that wobbly 3rd wheel
I now understand that it was my own
twisted sense of real

I want the family, I really do
I just missed those ancient moments
I used to rub his back softly too
laugh with him about some scary conspiracy
And we were going to have a tent you and I
I'm really trying to get over my feeling
That outside feeling

It probably won't be the same will it?
No matter what I say

I am sorry






Jane
- Tuesday, June 01, 1999 at 07:34:57 (PDT)


God
shouldv'e just listened
to me
in the first place

I
shoulv'e just listened to me in the first place

I now recall why I despised you so much

Holding hands with my coffin
Braiding maypoles with my hearse
Eating flowers I'll be feeding
Knew this blessing was a curse

Know this blessing is a curse
Know this blessing is a curse

That never stopped me from putting him on that pedestal though, did it..
Anonymous
- Monday, May 31, 1999 at 22:18:46 (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,sattlite reception
double dose of cloned mutation
micrscopic study prevention
genetic strain of humane intervention

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

domestic lab rat died here insane
rat pack,rat patrol,rat breath,cat bait
dying of strictnine poisioning
rat acid ,rats bane
Written by Travis Ray Cole =============================================
MR. MICROCHIP
Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip
all of a suddenly do you wanna get ripped
MR.Microchip Mr.Microchip
all of a suddenly do you give a sh*t
INLINE IN YOUR MIND WHO'S TO BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER DIES
Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip
all of a suddenly do you wanna get rich?
Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip
all of a suddenly do you give a sh*t
INLINE IN YOU MIND WHO'S THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER LIES
Mr.Microtrip Mr.microtrip
all of a suddenly do you wanna get ripped
Mr.Microtrip Mr.Microtrip
all of a suddenly do you finally get it?
INLINE IN YOUR MIND WHOS THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER
INLINE IN YOUR MIND WHOS THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER
DIES.DIES.DIES.DIES.DIES.
Written by Travis Ray Cole



Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at ratacidtravis@writeme.com

Anonymous
- Monday, May 31, 1999 at 20:43:30 (PDT)


hmmmmmmm......your better than baked bread!!
Anonymous
- Monday, May 31, 1999 at 16:42:10 (PDT)


Soft roses....

In cascades of moonlight
soft roses, on the sidewalk wither.
End of the day, streets now calm
Look! The debris of time, the ware of abuse
cracks in the pavement, loose bricks in manhattan....
Were are the sirens? The bells, the screams of a better day?
The gunfire has stopped.... there is peace... no more distractions
calling out the devastation of eternities beginning
Silence....empty streets littered with death
all is gone...except, Soft roses on the sidewalk
Withered!

Vildebuba
- Monday, May 31, 1999 at 16:28:32 (PDT)


-

A regular succession of revelations,
not in obedience to the words,
that, -The Mind- holds the question....
While it for -The world burns-??.

-

Again know himself, made perfect in splendor,
at lost, and lapsed towards a flatten core,
some kind of cosmic copulation,
the newly projected system, ordained Sensation...
Of the world and on which its plaiting stands,
Homo Erectus forgot how to dance,
learned to save and to smile,
and whisper, -My-God-My-Denial.

*

Were we born blind of Time?

-

Rips, shreds..txt...txt, shreding the mind,
suffocation witin every line, but they are mine...
Leave..winged Paradise Thought Adjusters,
they are mine, as the fragmented clusters.

Frater Peru
- Monday, May 31, 1999 at 11:20:23 (PDT)


Hash ish
Yum Yum
Tim Shady
- Monday, May 31, 1999 at 10:28:40 (PDT)


Everyone is going to DIE. Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE.Everyone is going to DIE..





Thats a good poem isnt it.
DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE

DEAD
Alan Armitage
- Monday, May 31, 1999 at 10:21:55 (PDT)




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

"Bread and Water"

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
- Sunday, May 30, 1999 at 23:43:05 (PDT)



Tripped wrong,
stepped upon an occasionally wrong..
overflow and caught on a wire.....
.........God knows im a flyer.

Travelling the white line,
softly cooking all night....
The Needs screams.. benign..bening....
....As, catch you....In your flight,
twine you in fear, scare you of life...
Nurse your lies, and liquefy strife.

What..? Life can make or break you??
When you are lost, what do you do?
Where do you find your self?
In what store?? Upon which shelf?
In which gods?? in which nothing??
Minding through the lack of something??

Tripped wrong,
stepped upon an occasionally wrong..
overflow and caught on a wire.....
.........God knows im a flyer.

ZAKAI
- Sunday, May 30, 1999 at 14:13:42 (PDT)


"Pay"

Jokes on medicine,hate to love
use your friend
pay se vende pay again
laugh at/with problems multiplied with pain
keep above water,going down the drain
money money green
mint
mint scent dream


Anonymous
- Sunday, May 30, 1999 at 10:43:34 (PDT)


well there are more than 4,900 times that I have cried for you
many many more times that I have wished for your presence
wished to here you really want to know about my problems
to hear you really want to help me
about 9,800 times I have heard you talk about yours
you and your secret affairs
you and your hiding flower
and then to hear you say that you do not live a perfect life
well what is more perfect than always recieving?
what is more perfect than that?
and when you are jealous of he and I , I feel like saying
what else did you expect me to do ?
who to turn to when III needed aa friend ?
and ohh I did .
I couldnt turn to you
when the violin man died
when I lost my perfect irony blue
when the turmoil was to great
But most of all
oh most of all
when I lost you
and I am sorry if you blame me
if you are jealous
if now you are going to try to regain yourself
well you know what ?
I see you smile now
and grin and I realize that the only way I am never going to be hurt again
is if you change
which is not likely
since I am never given the opportunity to actually express what I feel
so instead I will keep myself safe and sane
I will keep my self away from a tormenting you
Keep whats left of my soul away from you
until I can hope for the wonderful day
when you return to yourself
when this actually becomes a two sided friendship
where fun on the surface is not all there is
because I can laugh with you
but I dont know if I will ever be able to
purge my soul with yours
again
and I am sorry
oohhh soo sorry
Pretynd
- Saturday, May 29, 1999 at 14:02:36 (PDT)


Education is good,
but all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
Let us play then,
but all play and no work makes Jack a dumb boy

David Gan
- Saturday, May 29, 1999 at 02:28:22 (PDT)


love part 5

nothing like a jet airplane
no love for..if you care
just love the ideal of bieng with you
transport emptiness find me there
i try not to
i only think of you
i love something if theres a way to care
as time runs out
promised me a line in your rag
i dont care to see through it
i owe some of them
i got nothing but air
but hey ,fuck the phone line
transmission relays thoughts that are bare
all i care about isnt if you love me or if you are fair
all i need dont need me
im going back but i wont be there.
thats just the way fate would have it
its fate from which we steal
i cant believe you believe it
so im outta here
cole travis ray
Anonymous
- Friday, May 28, 1999 at 10:32:22 (PDT)


"LOVE"{part six}

I feed the hate machine,in a world of hate
i guess they got the need,explain debate
to the tune of a thousand neil young songs
and a chain for rythym
theres an island out there,but its not heaven
you could leave me out where
somethings in between us
not tied to nothing
i could be me
i could live with something
but what i lose again was not mine...never
i cant run alone and hold a memorie
i cant sing her song.it might hurt me
I told her Id be your hero
ill go to some war and die tomorrow
i'll jump on gernades cross the line and
run in front of bullets and shit
to save whatever we borrowed
i cant come clean its in the water
as much as it pains me
im done with your dollar
theres no replacement for her
theres no me
theres one way out of nowhere
cause no where is free

cole,travis ray
Anonymous
- Friday, May 28, 1999 at 09:08:06 (PDT)


it will get under your skin,
and deep in your mind.
it will make you go crazy,
and lose all concept of time.

you'll want to scream silently,
until some one hears.
you'll want to gouge out your eyes,
to stop all the tears.

but instead you'll stare blanky,
with crazy voices in your head.
and how much better it would be,
if you were just dead.

you'll listen to them,
until you believe what they say.
you'll soon want to start playing,
the voices' sick game.

so you get out your razor blade,
and start hacking away.
there will always be the scars,
but you somwhow manage to survive for another day.
zeek
- Thursday, May 27, 1999 at 23:11:05 (PDT)


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA




And then some
Jane
- Thursday, May 27, 1999 at 20:51:34 (PDT)


The "Exclusion Excursion" Strikes again! The ghastly Carnival!!!! What? Huh? Yes, I think this is the 4,900 time! YES My tum tum introduced itself to a nauseant feeling. MR. MACABRE and the Cadaverous slugs! It's going to be quite expensive...the trip home. $4,900 dollars. A dollar for every time I'v been cheapened. Nipped. The henchman. Damned utter inferno. The unstable cake is equal to the sum of it's parts. The repressed villainess tosses her head back in tenacious laughter. Shall I deface or dispose of my present recollections? I am not sure, but repression Omits an ANAL smell! These tendencies are bleeding for a subtraction from that sappy aquarium for two. Mother is a sharp-witted man!
Jane
- Thursday, May 27, 1999 at 20:49:20 (PDT)


I am searching the ditches
IN THE NAME OF THE LORD
are you hungry?
here have a big bowl of
JESUS CHRIST
Hello ... I'm the ditch diggin
Jesus
BITCH

Ceres Baptist
for the
"Serious Baptist"











Dear Lord I love REVIVALS
Pretynd
- Thursday, May 27, 1999 at 19:56:10 (PDT)


I love you marc.
I like you bob.
I like you ray.
I dream of you ED.
but....I want you all.



GURL
- Thursday, May 27, 1999 at 18:40:06 (PDT)


EXDS.....LOVES YOU ALL...D,M,M,T.........I LUV YOUS......
Anonymous
- Thursday, May 27, 1999 at 18:29:55 (PDT)


-?-
-I am!-
-Am i?-
-So is?-
-Is so!-
-Crossed-the-great-and beyond!-
-Upon-this-what-and-caught?-
-I can!-
-Can i?-
-Sane?-
-Pain!-
-Bend?-
-Tend!-
-U lie?-
-Do i!-
-?-

ZAKAI
- Thursday, May 27, 1999 at 17:00:58 (PDT)



-In-dreams-i-be-
-no-im-fumble-free-
-Really-so-are-we-

-Did-did-i-fly-
-stoned-or-high-
-Here-there-where-
-Boned-or-grown-

-We-be-lets-walk-
-You-be-lets-talk-
-So-freed-a-need-
-Of-fumbling-free-

ZAKAI
- Thursday, May 27, 1999 at 16:58:50 (PDT)



-In-dreams-i-be-
-no-im-fumble-free-
-Really-so-are-we-

-Did-did-i-fly-
-stoned-or-high-
-Here-there-where-
-Boned-or-grown-

-We-be-lets-walk-
-You-be-lets-talk-
So-freed-a-need-
-Of-fumbling-free-

ZAKAI
- Thursday, May 27, 1999 at 16:58:09 (PDT)


He's still
running
Where his feet burn in my hearth

Crimson lust
Dismantled crust
Now His feet don't touch the earth

Monsieur Mars
Shot full of
s t a r s
You turned around
And charred the ground
And cried yourself a sea of blazes
Still not the same
His palms aflame
A calenture through these ceaseless mazes

Come capture space
With flares and grace
Deimos is dancing
Thru this white-hot place

He posseses fire
Dragged thru the mire
Eclipsing fervour
Igniting ardour

I've tasted the embers and now I'm found
His feet shall never touch the ground

Hallowed be His name


















Eve
- Thursday, May 27, 1999 at 14:23:01 (PDT)


I would eat you...If i had any teeth at all...But i dont!
Frater Peru
- Thursday, May 27, 1999 at 03:45:43 (PDT)


there is a book of you on the table and i have marked a page of you in it with a long lost hair you once tied around my waist and mellifluously pitched your voice and said come come here sit touch me here and there and there i obeyed because i could not conceive not to.

there is a piece of you scattered upon the black tile stars on a moonless night it was your favorite you said and you brushed and brushed 100 times to be precise with the mirrored back one now broken into a thousand coruscant accusing eyes.

there is a piece of you tattooing inside me moving sloughing black replete of spleen is for me a call like jericho's walls were coaxed to the solid ground so i am coaxed to the gaping ground.
K.
- Wednesday, May 26, 1999 at 21:42:25 (PDT)


fuck you mister voodoo
you started it first
stole my heart, soul,
and a piece of clothing
for which you do worship
in the hopes i'll come back
well ive returned thanxs 2 u
but with my own unique spells
which bound like cement glue
if that is what you want, then
that shall be the only case
haunt you and taunt you, you'll
forever only love my face, & soul
you shouldn't have open my 3rd eye
and inticed me into your dream..mind
to make love, join souls, & hearts bind
channel your voodoo anyway you want child,
I can tune you out in a disconnected dial.
MadisenGabriel


Anonymous
- Wednesday, May 26, 1999 at 19:13:15 (PDT)


the reality is .... please try to find me......discretly however!!
km
- Wednesday, May 26, 1999 at 19:10:51 (PDT)


Oh Amelia to allow me to go down with you
I think I have the message read
I swear your judgements sound
we will need some time apart
apart from all the world
I will pack , my little red gun
just in case we fall
Shh... can you hear them coming faster?
closer in a while
make this thing go higher
Oh Amelia take me down

Pretynd
- Wednesday, May 26, 1999 at 18:50:11 (PDT)


i cant seem to let you off my mind
you(s)know who you(s)are, as we've
seen each other in our dreams/parties
it starts with you D and then onto you
M then next to you Mit, then we have you
T.....i love you all.....thankyou
km
- Wednesday, May 26, 1999 at 17:30:26 (PDT)


...That's not to say I won't take the
bullet
for you
Eve
- Wednesday, May 26, 1999 at 17:05:16 (PDT)


i hate the night
that brings the day,
for i hate the day
that ends the night.
zeek
- Wednesday, May 26, 1999 at 16:02:38 (PDT)


Heaven dipped your shiny wing tips
Into glossy rivers of purity,
Where stars and mist cascaded your brow,
And invaded you with thoughts of me.
~wingtip~
- Wednesday, May 26, 1999 at 10:20:14 (PDT)


Perhaps it's Minnie Bucks or String Bean Steen
Fisherman Freddy or Clarence and Clancy Clown
Birdwatcher Beulah or Hillbilly Millie
He-man Harold or The Super Blob
Nurse Nelly or Clumsy Clyde
Hobo Hank or Lu Lu Tutu
But...
The Old Maid...
Next to Mother Teresa
Surpasses stapling cats to blackboards!!!!!!!

Uncle Dave...You rock!
Jane
- Wednesday, May 26, 1999 at 06:59:01 (PDT)


I sweat babylon but doesn't everyone in their dreams like freud said become a hero a private one i do not believe he meant a hero like superman is or lee iaococa is but one that simply is like the dreamer but larger and the dreamer sweats the night in through his pores and the world is ignorant and the black pinpricked void above like the tiny eyes of tiny gods looks down upon the drowning dreamer dreaming himself big bigger biggest and jung said in the end we all had the same dream right so next time in a dream you see that perfect you staring at you through sleepy veils growing out of you like a heavy fruit being all that you think you really are breathing the air you were meant to perhaps jung will be right and you and me and everyone else beneath the crushing void wil be dreaming of you and me and everyone else and sweating babylon and dreading the breaking morning...of course this was written ad lib, isn't everything?
K.
- Tuesday, May 25, 1999 at 20:55:07 (PDT)


It must be your aversion to calamity
It must be your mishaps with gypsies
It must be your contemplation of sanity
That takes me to the rage
Or perhaps it is your falsehood
Or your grinding stomach bile
Either way I wish you knew
Either way I wish you knew
Pretynd
- Tuesday, May 25, 1999 at 20:06:08 (PDT)


fuck you mister voodoo
you started it first
stole my heart, soul,
and a piece of clothing
for which you do worship
in the hopes i'll come back
well ive returned thanxs 2 u
but with my own unique spells
which bound like cement glue
if that is what you want, then
that shall be the only case
haunt you and taunt you, you'll
forever only love my face, & soul
you shouldn't have open my 3rd eye
and inticed me into your dream..mind
to make love, join souls, & hearts bind
channel your voodoo anyway you want child,
I can tune you out in a disconnected dial.
MadisenGabriel

Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 25, 1999 at 18:55:07 (PDT)


forget you, I will never
you gave to me, something
to always, always treasure
one night spent with you
was a feeling of love
that I will hold forever
thank-you
EXDS
- Tuesday, May 25, 1999 at 18:22:40 (PDT)


As I go to sleep
I feel myself fall deep
For all that's on my mind
I start a prayer, my soul to keep

God it seems I've been caught
I've lost my hold, my train of thought
All of this, what cost?
But I don't know what I have lost

He doesn't see me
He doesn't see me
He doesn't see me
He doesn't see me

All that's left of me
Are broken thoughts and shattered dreams
Do I drift across your mind?
A dire gaze is not as it seems

Faith it seems rests at last
The nagging, tearing, relentless past
The one beyond I've sought
But where, oh where, oh where is God?

He doesn't see me
He doesn't see me
He doesn't see me
He doesn't see me

Again I'm left in need
Of something to believe
Of something I can't find
Of something I can not conceive

I offer up my song
Hope extinguished all along
I offer all I have lost
But where, oh where, oh where is God?

Copyright 1997 The Violet Hour
Judy
- Tuesday, May 25, 1999 at 13:56:16 (PDT)


It's a new time for lipstick!
But a bad time for you

Jane
- Tuesday, May 25, 1999 at 10:45:38 (PDT)


sweet desire
give me some
of your baby magic
touch the spine
of my formation
imagination

Pretynd
- Tuesday, May 25, 1999 at 09:19:02 (PDT)


To a cannnibal, I would be quite appetizing!



yum
Jane
- Monday, May 24, 1999 at 21:13:03 (PDT)


llcooljrocks
Anonymous
- Monday, May 24, 1999 at 19:25:07 (PDT)


tweed is a beautiful thing
primal
- Monday, May 24, 1999 at 19:24:04 (PDT)



Click to submit...
verifying info-formatting,
Close frame, input fields nominal,
Dynamic user’s on-line search forms;

Uniform Resource Locator,
Applications Files, deleted a User...

Automatically placed a hard return after itself,
information in document root, indicates a file saved
static web server, change the format of your messages,
The web is fluid, dynamic and capable of displaying any,
Tutorial site’s, application file, creating plug-inn of servers
You collect a name, to demonstrate a practical user value,
Record in database, modifying searchpage formatting,
Complete understanding and agreement, by governing law,
Export controls none of the software or underlying format,
automatically terminate you and your terms, if breached.

ZAKAI
- Monday, May 24, 1999 at 13:44:31 (PDT)


"more important"

not who for i know i am me
not i though it is you i want to see
now your religion includes confessing to me
where is not important
because here or there dont matter
if you ..you was all my dreams dream
if i was so lost and prayed it would be
not giving up on the wasted lie again lie lie to me
but stabbing me somewhere
between my heart and the drain
not now or never cause i caught you again
killing tomorrow and stealing from me
but i never realized it was all wasted
unless it was useless to me
not when
because we will both be the same tomorrow
there is no timeline
there is no more mine
and freedom is all that mattered
not how cause its easy to leave
know how just do it again and believe
not why even if it is me
where does not anylonger matter
how ?i have no humourous answer
if is not a question
but still begs for an answer
how did you end up ending it with me
im over getting over and gone like im me
i know the only answer
is definitionless and runs within me
monitary motionless
still you can think
free
free

Cole,Travis Ray


Anonymous
- Sunday, May 23, 1999 at 22:50:11 (PDT)


I am not a adult !!!!
over a year to go!!!
please stop expecting it from me!!!
I just want to be five again
when the world was all play
why cant all the world be play?
pretynd
- Sunday, May 23, 1999 at 17:05:11 (PDT)


oh JESUS how he manhandles me
and how my body responds to him
he has found my woman.
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 23, 1999 at 11:15:50 (PDT)



My thoughts, never found within,
but without,
to be the essential nothing,
of The-Doubt,
of the Never-Here,
the fever’s flight, of The-Fear.
Lost it-Lost it-Lost it...

Loosing...Loosing The-What,
did I have a loss, of The Me...
Sweet wings deceive,
the all, But-Caught.

Stalked a Shadows head,
saw of the Nothing, said...
Seen of God in a mosque,
I, heard the angel break,
screaming....For He is lost....
...He is lost, within idle play..
Within the minding mind..
without hiding, the straining divine,
within the All-at-play, and the Always-Lost,
I try to break at night, at The-Fear of a Cross.

ZAKAI
- Sunday, May 23, 1999 at 09:46:31 (PDT)


"WISH"

All thats missing
something beat
skins of death
preserved in a hollow world
sound from an echoing soul
nowhere not heard
the heart
holding it all together
to much for the inside
together with nothing
for human is the answer
can you feel a machine
or snare a girl to dance and sing
rolling soloing whistle stop with gain
miked fingers
sounds that ryhyme in a rythym
up to and over the rim
bongos start again



Cole,Travis Ray
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 23, 1999 at 06:18:07 (PDT)


with my emphatic personality
I have looked for Mr. Fatality

pretynd
- Saturday, May 22, 1999 at 08:42:18 (PDT)


THE TOWER
Up through the tower he recklessly climbed
leaving possesions and legends behind.
Seeking the answers to questions un-heard
looking at visions hopelessy blurred.
Flinging his all to the depths of no-where
his senses all left him alone un-aware.
No pain and no passion were felt in the end
as tossing and turning he fell through the wind.

Melanie Michael
- Saturday, May 22, 1999 at 08:00:32 (PDT)


i love ben
Ally
- Saturday, May 22, 1999 at 01:19:49 (PDT)



How far do I've yet to travel through the fathoms
of
gumdropped

H E L L

To think Iv'e sung
to Mr. Lightangel himself
this morn
morn
mourn

Tricking little Hansel
Gonna give your dog a bone
Don't worry doll
Breadcrumbs are marching home
I'm still spun sugar window pane
Those Mice are gonna see again
Momma's got that lookin' glass
Sitting on her candy ass
Gonna bring her down
Gonna break his crown
Rapunzel's on the rag

Wanna jump on that spider
That's come from deep inside her
Eating her
Eating her
Eating her....

It's raining it's storming
The old witch is horny
Mr. Hades come take me down
And pull out my plum

Your'e the sweetest of black wool
I'll put him back together
With blackbird's diamond mine tool

MoThErGoOsEsNoOsEiSLoOsE


Eve
- Friday, May 21, 1999 at 19:37:33 (PDT)


I am cold
Frater Peru
- Friday, May 21, 1999 at 06:38:28 (PDT)


Snow and roses
springtime then, emptiness
how strange to become truly numb
summer
car windows loud music
silence surrounded by life!!!
only stars and a moon to share my grief
no one ever knew
fall and happiness
still, now buried sooo deep, numbness
winter turns to spring.........

F R E E D O M
Life can be perfect

Hopeless romantic
- Thursday, May 20, 1999 at 22:04:09 (PDT)



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

Incessant Hog Trough
A lack of Spirituality
Pallid and Coarse
Aimless or Casually without Urgency
Proclitic Maiden
Confused Separitist
Sheer FABRIC OF SO CALLED PERFECTION
The Character of imitation and counterfeit manner
Coquettish Pimp
Burlesque Parody, The Copy-Cat Queen
Rancid Monster Father
Miscarried Brains
Pretentious Beasts
Temporarily misleading Insane

I hate
all

Jane
- Thursday, May 20, 1999 at 21:40:50 (PDT)


Is it all in my mind--your sound in my thoughts
Late into the moonlite evening--in my poetry
I know you live there--I know I have caught.
A glimpse of wind and sometimes--of light
It lets me know--that in the end i was right.
Are you the guider, keeper, or magician?
What role is it that you alone do play?
Wrapped up in these riddles, you will
find me here, waiting for you to move
In my mind is lonely without you
Anonymous
- Thursday, May 20, 1999 at 20:30:32 (PDT)


Insense, oils, candles, and such
mind over matter, meditation, and
discuss. Third eye not blind,
attention paid to prophecies much.
I alone have the power to be,
positive and independent thinking
is what makes me free. There are
many besides myself, who know what
I speak of. Fore they too, either
live it or dream it through becoming
a possible guru. Common interests
assist to raise energies and to protect
and acknowledge the elements, gods,
supernatural, civilizations here, there
and everywhere, on and beyond this world.
Making sense of all of the above, requires
analysis of self. In order to be truly
balanced in understanding our own motivation
versus following in order to be loved

EXDS
Anonymous
- Thursday, May 20, 1999 at 20:23:25 (PDT)


words of wisdom and a series of joys
many sleepless nights & lots of toys
stories to be told & laundry to fold
lunches to make and one,cake to bake
Im lazy and I know it........!
Anonymous
- Thursday, May 20, 1999 at 19:45:34 (PDT)


i betcha i was born in NY
Anonymous
- Thursday, May 20, 1999 at 19:39:37 (PDT)


the green little monster's a comin' for me

Anonymous
- Thursday, May 20, 1999 at 19:38:20 (PDT)


Moonlighting scene
won't you please
forward yourself
and come clean?

Why for your presence?
what do you all need?
Is it moi long hair?
Or is it moi creed?


Y ou I know why
so does the fly
and all the rest
I t's one big test

Triangles of the alphabet
Locked into the notion
Many different thoughts
placed into the potion

Im where I simply need to bee!

Anonymous
- Thursday, May 20, 1999 at 19:35:48 (PDT)


thank you for your time
t'was well worth it all

forget you I will not e
for I have been stamped

love you, I will always
want you, I can not

not even in these words
am I allowed to think u

for I will then be doomed
in a mindtrap of trickery

so here I am ready for you
Im thinking, thinking, thi..

Anonymous
- Thursday, May 20, 1999 at 19:19:56 (PDT)


the dog is wet
my dad is sleeping
i'm on the computer
it seems quite fleeting
the radios on
we're waiting for teapots
and now i'm leaving
MASTER YODA
- Thursday, May 20, 1999 at 15:26:53 (PDT)


Quack Quack Quack
Jane
- Thursday, May 20, 1999 at 15:23:16 (PDT)


I am the towns malevolent retard
Pretynd
- Thursday, May 20, 1999 at 13:56:33 (PDT)


Incessant Hog Trough
A lack of Spirituality
Pallid and Coarse
Aimless or Casually without Urgency
Proclitic Maiden
Confused Separitist
Sheer FABRIC OF SO CALLED PERFECTION
The Character of imitation and counterfeit manner
Coquettish Pimp
Burlesque Parody, The Copy-Cat Queen
Rancid Monster Father
Miscarried Brains
Pretentious Beasts
Temporarily misleading Insane

I hate
all




Jane
- Thursday, May 20, 1999 at 13:24:58 (PDT)


He holds me as we cry
for one another
and another
no one else has
ever seen that
and I am sorry that
it is so often
misunderstood
Pretynd
- Wednesday, May 19, 1999 at 20:42:17 (PDT)


She suspects the pilgrims may have had cannibalistic tendencies.

Oh my
Jane
- Wednesday, May 19, 1999 at 13:56:14 (PDT)


eye
sinking in
love of society's sin
open the door
let the light come
a man
a woman
a childless moan.
In the wandering of days
the beauty of night,
we
made our castle under loves blanketed flight

drank the wine from loves cup
and poured our souls to the floor below.






vildebuba
- Wednesday, May 19, 1999 at 13:55:09 (PDT)


to sum it all up

as she looks up at the lights
shes not mine thin and beautiful like
from here as if there is nowhere else but a cell
from you incase theres another kind of hell
shes doing what is easy aint it easy?
shes doing what she likes
shes in danger of...theres no love
and that must be what she likes
to find a man like him
to tell her when she lies
to replace him with him
so she can die ugly in the night
for money
because out there its lonley
she looks up at the light
opens up the door
and thats just what its like
she not going nowhere
it isnt very far
shes waiting for tomorrow
she dont need to be what you are
she cant hide it inside but lie
she cant help but to feel
its different when theyre all around her
they know thats a part of the deal
she read it in the bible,so
she knows that shes real
noone else is
a mile to nothing
theres no life here and nothing past that
she couldve loved something
i wish i was it
she is so much more
somehow she acceppts
because she is the night just as you and i
someone could blame society or
just believe this is life
when she has nothing left
without trying to hide
nothing to get you over lift you up or get you high
so if theres no reason,is it another lie
but tomorrow wont be different
the clouds will roll by
the moon will still be there
and years will steal one night
and she will walk you love her and then shes gone
without goodbye
and there is no other
no where else to go
you cant replace what you never missed
and buy back your soul
Travis Ray Cole
- Wednesday, May 19, 1999 at 10:20:30 (PDT)


Oh and why?
The Y!
Well the Y, is of god,
but why, is neither below nor above.

Frater Peru
- Tuesday, May 18, 1999 at 21:11:51 (PDT)


I am sometimes the unstable cake
I take they take
From me veins laced with fear
I applaud sometimes when you disappear
Beware, tis' I, the Villainess here

Clarice, I'v been in this room for 18 years too
I've seen Tic Toc and the Knome King and the inside of you
And I'v seen the Great Plethora, and her many good names
The Superficial chaps once declared me insane
I'v made love to Epiphany, I'v bathed in Sorrow and red
"This is a bit disconcerting," Mother said
And Yes My heart was once a Mess
Because my boots tracked in Sweet Wes
But I extinquished that life mission light
I beckoned in the violet night
To find the Angel I most desire
And I did

(sorry for being such a cheese head)

It's been a long time




Jane
- Tuesday, May 18, 1999 at 18:44:38 (PDT)



Sterilized angels,
TV.Fever,
empathic virtual bleeder,
will you bleed first, with me?
As in the first, erected free?
Within knowing, hides deception,
an eternity of regression.

As in slow directed grace,
unfolds within the visions,
of your soft embrace,
of your frigid decisions.

The slow burn,
upon the bend, upon the turn,
as feathers tears the sky,
as a acid fountain, broken aligned.

For I must apprehend god to be true,
reach Brahma, within me but upon you,
watching the watcher, within every line,
the decadent contemplation’s, of father time.

ZAKAI
- Tuesday, May 18, 1999 at 14:42:12 (PDT)


souls in a triangle connected
energy points at all 3 corners
Bouncing around on acid loaded
with emotion detectors. Magnetically
speaking, this is possible through
a developed mind. A swim in Life's
eternal sea, is where one will find
their spirituality, their existence,
their instincts, creation of mankind.
the depths of love are found in this
way. There is a place so deep, almost
non-existent that one might believe is
out of reach. So no journey is made
and the soul begins to jade. Until
the calling of the drum, where a soul
will be awakened to hear its directions
from the edge, in the water's reflections.
She will meet herself
and her own daughter
who she will bring back
Sharing room in the sack
life from love is
where she comes from those
souls in a triangle connected.










Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 18, 1999 at 11:34:22 (PDT)


cracks in my nails
poison
thumps candy waves
thick lazy
eyes twitchy
yummy trails
and oh god its
too candylike
baby smiles i
hate, frightened
innocence wide
as blue recoils
interior sentiments
we all supress
the memory
paige carr
- Monday, May 17, 1999 at 22:41:32 (PDT)


separated dreams
heading astream
coliding on contact
their future deemed
branded with uncertainties
they will cross
but never able to meet.
forces of forbidden will
give-allow for time apart
reasons are for reflection
a cleansing of the heart
a freefall of information
released in the active wind
singin songs of synchronicity
their time will come again
their songs are the same
same desires are longed
for now its their karma
as she was completly wrong.
when decisions are mindmade
that will be the start
of a whole new cycle
a chance to conceive
a new soul made of them
whose looks shall be like her
and those only to ever know
will be the creators of that soul.....

















swimming in the pool of emotions
ive had lots of time to think'




now that im out......

I loved you
- Monday, May 17, 1999 at 20:54:13 (PDT)


fuck you mister voodoo
you started it first
stole my heart, soul,
and a piece of clothing
for which you do worship
in the hopes i'll come back
well ive returned thanxs 2 u
but with my own unique spells
which bound like cement glue
if that is what you want, then
that shall be the only case
haunt you and taunt you, you'll
forever only love my face, & soul
you shouldn't have open my 3rd eye
and inticed me into your dream..mind
to make love, join souls, & hearts bind
channel your voodoo anyway you want child,
I can tune you out in a disconnected dial.
Madisen
- Monday, May 17, 1999 at 20:03:00 (PDT)


don't you touch me,
get away.
i'm a bitch,
so why do you stay?

why don't you listen,
to all of their lies?
you say that you trust me,
which makes me want to die.

everyone else,
can just rot in hell.
because i'm not going to get twisted up,
in this fucking spell.

so you say that you love me,
and i say it too.
because the last thing i would want to do,
is lose you.
zeek
- Monday, May 17, 1999 at 18:30:24 (PDT)


fumbling around the bookstore the other day
I met a new book. Its eyes were so brown and
skin so shiney - not soft. It glittered like an
opal as it fell off the middle shelf. The book
had appeal now that I could see that it really
was a book about my family. Strangely, I shivered
while I paid for my history. I brought the book
home and needless to say, it began to dawn on my
insticts there were needfull items in the air today.
How odd, I thought, as I flipped open close to its back there laid a sketch of our legacy but that I didn't know it yet. The oddissy was a walking stick
sharing the shape of the letter (Y). Why do I suppose that is, I wondered? why y why, y would I be the
choosen one; to have been bestowed this great source of power. Read the book, and you might find out; is the answer I generated for myself. A doubting thomas was all I ever was and now that ive read the book, i really must say, that it really was about my family:~}

















Gypsy W
- Monday, May 17, 1999 at 17:40:22 (PDT)


a settled soul arrived today
calm deep thoughts portrayed
intense feelings of motherhood
evidently arrived later today.
Anonymous
- Monday, May 17, 1999 at 17:04:32 (PDT)


Life from love
two souls unite
a salt-like sea
a silent merger
life's entrance
our love child
gabriel - a child of love

Anonymous
- Monday, May 17, 1999 at 16:54:47 (PDT)


yesterday has faded into the past
thoughts of you have been taken
and my soul is now at its peace.
l f l
i r o
f o v
e m e
issowonderfulwhatIhavediscovered

Anonymous
- Monday, May 17, 1999 at 16:43:00 (PDT)


yesterday has faded into the past

thoughts of you have been taken

and my soul is now at its peace.


l f l
i r o
f o v
eissowonderfulmwhatIhavediscoverede
EXDS
- Monday, May 17, 1999 at 16:38:16 (PDT)


yesterday has faded into the past
thoughts of you have been taken
and my soul is now at its peace.
l f l
i r o
f o v
eissowonderfulmwhatIhavediscoverede
EXDS
- Monday, May 17, 1999 at 16:36:36 (PDT)


yesterday has faded into the past
thoughts of you have been taken
and my soul is now at its peace.
l f l
i r o
f o v
eissowonderfulmwhatIhavediscoverede
EXDS
- Monday, May 17, 1999 at 16:34:27 (PDT)


patchouly wandering in the morning air
people talking, walking, gawking, & stalking
there is madness, thankgod for the babies everywhere


hpychick
- Monday, May 17, 1999 at 16:26:04 (PDT)


crashing
crashingcrashing
crashingcrashingcrashing
crashingcrashingcrashingcrashing
crashingcrashingcrashingcrashingcrashing
crashingcrashingcrashingcrashingcrashingcrashing


Did you adore you
Did you intoxicate you
Did you dissatisfy you

E N O U G H

Just how low did you
settle
settle
settle
Continuing to crave what gives you

G R I E F

What if you are
what you feared
you
are


What if you are
what you loathed
you
are


utter dejection
bleak outlook
over enthusiastic about what crawls in your blood

domination
tyrannical

embittered by you

resignation
reservation

resentable you

disgust
detestation

irrational you

Why don't you
Hide those worries behind your brave little face again


crashingcrashingcrashingcrashingcrashingcrashing
crashingcrashingcrashingcrashingcrashing
crashingcrashingcrashingcrashing
crashingcrashingcrashing
crashingcrashing
crashing
Eve
- Sunday, May 16, 1999 at 21:24:10 (PDT)


"Signal from nowhere"

How clean her wrists looked.....uncut
viens shining through
bieng scutinized critized and trapped
under the microscope
all the time
how clean her thoughts were
with the truth only to lie to her
no time for like today
taking
lying because she cares
yeah
loving because lifes there
shining like cold blue steel
cold water wont stop the cruel
pain in flesh,fog dense thick haterd
a victim of yourself
reaching to yesterday for help
no heaven to save a soul
the ground is so cold
go not to hell
and you'ld rather not love me
than love yourself
Travis Ray Cole
- Sunday, May 16, 1999 at 20:29:11 (PDT)


Dare, long day.
Cross my life,
burnt my soul
run away.
Go, go fast!
break, destroy
for this land
grow'll enjoy.
No perpetual
punishment
only eternal
m'infinite.
Seremy
- Sunday, May 16, 1999 at 17:02:23 (PDT)


reaching for stars
saying i'm lazy
but i got my dreams
i know what i want
i want to reach for the stars
and dream
forever
Kendog
- Sunday, May 16, 1999 at 14:23:39 (PDT)


The Monster
There's a monster,
that lives under my bed.
It wispers to me softly,
and gets in my head.

After awhile,
I'm as scared as can be.
Because I had to learn,
that the monster is me.

I am lost within these shadows.
There's no light to be found.
My hands cover my crying face,
as I kneeling on the ground.

I am lost,
because of the monster in me.
There is nothing I can do.
In my mind it always be.

I will fight it!
Throughout all my years.
I will never lose the pain,
but there will be no more tears.
Tara Thayer
- Sunday, May 16, 1999 at 01:04:01 (PDT)


Drop salty to my mouth
...carelessness.
Feel empty, chill, depress
...loneliness.
How comes I could get here?
Who?, get Where?
There's nothing you can loose!
...hollowness.
Seremy
- Saturday, May 15, 1999 at 21:59:45 (PDT)


Be careful, there is poison ivy all around
shhhh, you mustnt make but not one sound
you will wake up the dog, he's a hound
He listens to the vibrations in the ground
Last week it was a cat that he had found
slow down, you will tear the soul bound


EXDS
- Saturday, May 15, 1999 at 13:24:54 (PDT)


time had a vengence
and a plot to thicken
so he cleverly placed
you at the crossroads
for me to see and cry.

At that particular time
it was not apparent to me
this one would be the last
As you belong in the past.

EXDS
- Saturday, May 15, 1999 at 13:18:25 (PDT)


Concentrating long enough on an object of desire could eventually cause that object to move. If and when that event happens, us humans will be watching for a movement of a physical form, while us beyond existence will be moved by the spiritually of it all. Awaken thoughts, dreams,and desires will serve nice as a token of my love for you. Confusion will haunt and taunt you for awhile, but then you will feel fine.
As you will have realized your own peace of mind.
EXDS
- Saturday, May 15, 1999 at 13:07:23 (PDT)


conDeMn


Ive made some choices
of the rideculing kind
but never have I ever
wasted so much time.

time spent foolishly
I was on the run
you all the time
were waiting,having fun.

Silly are we for both
to carry on this way
Ive had to give you up
now please dont stay.

Can you keep a secret?
If your quiet, then wait
it will hurt like hell
but that's the price -
for being my soul-mate.

If that shant be the case
then why are you still here
you know how I still know
because you I can still hear.







EXDS
- Saturday, May 15, 1999 at 12:51:59 (PDT)



The becoming of coming, the sweetened parameters of this,
the excess streams of delight, the darkened duality of shift,
burns and rips, my dearest flesh, cant be the hollow me,
must always remember to search, to find the flesh of thee.

Flowing free, like captured baboons,
killing babies from a tree.
Stalk me, within my reflections,
must flow to grow, sweet redemption.

Rest my limbs, upon vaporous hooks,
To melt twined, with seconds of me,
-To never burn- and -At slow cooked-,
Throne stoned, I am nothing, but I am free.

Thus thought the Me, all in all, just idle dreams of thee,
a secondary slice of -Has been- and -Never to be-,
but the progression of the reflection, always acts me free,
within this secondary slice of Has been- and -Never to be-.

ZAKAI
- Saturday, May 15, 1999 at 08:59:02 (PDT)


there is a sun for me
but I have forgotten where
to look for it
there is a moment
in my stalemate captivity
that I want to endorse my own self
and there was a time when I lived in
deprivation solely for my own self worth
and there will be another glimpse
of fleeting glitter lust
There is a sun for me
but I have forgotten where
to look for it
pretynd
- Saturday, May 15, 1999 at 08:52:45 (PDT)


Its a desperate clinging
perhaps she knew
she doesnt now
holding him so
I consider it a sin
I consider it a warning
I consider it done in vain
the virgin whore
- Saturday, May 15, 1999 at 08:45:35 (PDT)


"for a moment I love everything I see and think and fel
I love my broken side view mir
'cause its so perfect .. I'm so perfect . your so perfect your not here .. I feel the changing gears."

Anonymous
- Saturday, May 15, 1999 at 08:41:28 (PDT)


in search of your existence
i find my thoughts consumed
wondering who you are to me
has become my own mystery.

why did you leave so soon.
why is fate sometimes cruel.
why the spells, why the moon.
why why me, why am I the fool.

you put him into my lonely life
knowing that it would distract me
make me want to loose my control
while he lavished my eyes with stife.

My soul drenched in the confusion
from what I have unleashed and found.
we conceived a child from an illusion
what goes seems to come back around.

I have to forsake it for my sake alone
I will cry forever to the enigmas moan
for it was you while I played the tone
I can feel it, it seems to have grown.

a tiny raw moment of care...and of share.
our souls and emotions bound to make love.
i didnt know that magic could be so ruff.
Yes, you certainly got me where you want me.



EXDS
- Friday, May 14, 1999 at 20:53:35 (PDT)


words can scare
words can tear
words can harm
words can charm
words can hide
words can lie
words can try
words can come
words can go
words can hurt
words can flirt
words can make
words can break
words can hold
words can fold
words can stick
words can TRICK
words can play
words can stay
words can joke
words can poke
but most of all
words do do alot









exds
- Friday, May 14, 1999 at 20:27:45 (PDT)


Evening drops eve and now eve is separated from ning.
therefore daylight has risen when the birds do sing.
Slow down, danger, caution, are the songs they bring.
you know you will eventually have your one time fling.

Carry on with what you would normally set out to do.
always keep in mind the number seven and number two.
note also, that everything around is a test for you.
You are a strong spirit, she lamented and then flew.

fading back to normal, the wilderness I hear again.
no time to explain, as you would not wannna believe.
okay, alright, by the brook, i visted with my friend.
she told me stories, and secrets too, read my leaves.

she practically scared me with the moral of her tale.
she dreamt of me sailing deep to the pit of my soul.
In search of him, she warned I would eventually find.
make him your goal, he'd be your male, dont waste time.

So what I gather is that if you cant be with the one you love.......then love the one your with...so I love you baby...



exds
- Friday, May 14, 1999 at 20:12:29 (PDT)


I hate knotts......even the word is ugly!
Anonymous
- Friday, May 14, 1999 at 19:33:09 (PDT)


haunt me, taunt me, do whatever you ...want
spook me, scare me, isn't that just so
knock me, mock me, I stubbed my big toe
leave me, loose me, Ive got to run go
tease me please me, I shoulda said no
guard me, hardn me, let me be your hoe
witch me, curse me, Hey Hey.....Joe ;~)
exds
- Friday, May 14, 1999 at 19:29:37 (PDT)


a seed has been planted
deep in the soul of me
I know not how it happened
but one night you came to me
when I called your name in thought














exds
- Friday, May 14, 1999 at 19:12:44 (PDT)


concentration, object of desire, goals, need, intuition, telepathy, initiation, omen, nighterror......>Cognition
exds
- Friday, May 14, 1999 at 17:57:24 (PDT)


i think that i should go now
i think my time here has been spent
has been smoked to the butt.
how was that time? i will ask myself in the days the weeks
the years to come.
i wonder though how i will answer?
i wonder how for if i can't answer that now how will i ever?
these are the things that disturb me
these are the things that perturb me
i want cut and dry
i want sealed tight and sent.
i want a list and a check next to each and every 1). 2). 3)>
i want to feel the end and embrace the sweet dullness of it all.
how much easier it must be to be happy
how much easier it must be to be full
how much sicker it must be to sleep in matching twin beds
yet day after day the sureity that you are safe must send some light into the haze.
it must.
i say so at least
but then again i don't know
i just don't know
Anonymous
- Friday, May 14, 1999 at 14:55:03 (PDT)


You gotta big

H
E
A
D

You gotta big

W
O
R
D

Got my teeth knocked up through my nose
Still keep on smiling
I'll still come up
S M I L I N G

Just a little grated serendipity
in this pleasure poundcake


Eve
- Friday, May 14, 1999 at 12:25:02 (PDT)


give me me
tonight?
pretynd
- Friday, May 14, 1999 at 09:10:23 (PDT)


OOOOPS ! soul, not sould hahahahah
saraq
- Friday, May 14, 1999 at 06:10:10 (PDT)


go ahead and suck the rest of my sould out.........you bastard, I insist......invite your mother if you like.
Saraq
- Friday, May 14, 1999 at 06:09:00 (PDT)


SOUL OF ARIZONA

Your extant words
are of my song
Your name
perduring of my iterate whisper
Your kiss of my taste
singularity of touch
Solemnity caress
my thoughts are of your reflections

Wherewith our sidereal desires
Withal of our receptive passion

My carol breath
My endear love
My continuity of life
are of you

copyright 1997 Abee Nicherson

















abee nicherson
- Thursday, May 13, 1999 at 21:34:16 (PDT)


you seek love just as I
your soul rich in feeling
ive come to understand
not just sure who you are
but that you are so real
when love is made here
your passion can be felt
my heart and soul melt
the same must be for you
both born under one sign
and isnt everything these days
so soaked in sequence
singin sounds of sychronicity
third eye is not blind at all
fantasies, dreams, & realities
are where you belong to exist
through my deepest thoughts
I can clearly envision your face
concentration can not erase
those intense feelings you face

exds
- Thursday, May 13, 1999 at 21:25:39 (PDT)


if spirituality is what i've found
then i guess i will see ya later
in fact, i'll see you around
im not sure just why we met
but i'll dive deep to know why
that is something you can bet
I maybe a fool and a bit naive
to think that this is not reality
and there are no tricks in sleaves
you are really coming for me.

but not if i were to find you first
and if that shall be the case
then my time has not been a waste
my popularity has not been in haste
you will may finally receive your taste
I will may inturn, gain a peace of mind
knowing that one, two nights did exist
never again will they sever crossroads
never again will they ever crossroads
never again will their roadscross

Deals were made and souls were felt
Ive touched you and you touched me
that is the deepest that souls could be
im so sorry that ive bound us you to me
26.00$ is worth the advice to let us free
id forgot that you'd rather remain low key

thoughts and prayer will soon be no more
bleeding hearts & apple seeds in the core
our love would hurt us and make us sore
In the flesh, yes for real, i'll be your whore
but only one time, I don't want to live poor
im sorry if that hurts but i really am up torn
Spirituality is a callin & im deaf to the horn

If I shall find you first, I'll have to take you
in the flesh, yes for real, ill be your whore
and ill take you so deep you will be afraid
your soul will quiver & your breath b gone
ill show you what its like to really get laid
and then never let anyone tell u it dont hurt




exds
- Thursday, May 13, 1999 at 20:38:26 (PDT)


the man in the red shirt
kept hitting me
he didnt know where the river was
he sold me some beads
but I bought them
from fear
they are
VERY
ugly beads
pretynd
- Thursday, May 13, 1999 at 14:03:47 (PDT)


Family

Daddy, can you spare some time?
Not a penny or a dime.
Just a minute, maybe less.
Promise not to be a pest.

Mom, you don’t know where I go.
True? You don’t know what I know.
You don’t know what’s going on.
You don’t miss me when I’m gone.

You can look the other way.
Wait until another day.
I can grow up without you.
I will, if you want me to.

Nothing much to talk about?
Never mind. I’m going out.
Don’t want you to be upset.

What you see, is what you get.

Herb Schwartz
herbphyl@frontiernet.net

herb Schwartz
- Thursday, May 13, 1999 at 07:58:01 (PDT)


an "Eyesore" I meant AN "eyesore"
Jane
- Thursday, May 13, 1999 at 06:34:55 (PDT)


The Beast, fat and fleshy
and "Eyesore" of a man
Sits waiting for his feast
He chugs his beer and roars for more
Because he is the beast



So anyway, How's the weather? I'm feeling blue.


Jane
- Thursday, May 13, 1999 at 06:33:11 (PDT)


Dual dreams
For human machines
Frater Peru
- Wednesday, May 12, 1999 at 22:53:04 (PDT)


So, You Have Chosen Death

So, you have chosen death.
What a unique choice and path.
I do not think in these four-score
Anyone has made that choice before.
But, it is your choice to make,
And not at all my position to take
On the path that 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 he 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, your qualities and light.
Do not turn 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 mind 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
- Wednesday, May 12, 1999 at 21:15:48 (PDT)


So, You Have Chosen Death

So, you have chosen death.
What a unique choice and path.
I do not think in these four-score
Anyone has made that choice before.
But, it is your choice to make,
And not at all my position to take
On the path that 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 he 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, your qualities and light.
Do not turn 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 mind 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
- Wednesday, May 12, 1999 at 21:13:46 (PDT)


never live your life by what could have happened
zeek
- Wednesday, May 12, 1999 at 19:32:26 (PDT)


never live your life by what could have happened
zeek
- Wednesday, May 12, 1999 at 19:31:52 (PDT)


never live your life by what could have happened
zeek
- Wednesday, May 12, 1999 at 18:54:29 (PDT)


goodbye my love
the time has come
to set you free
in hopes that you
will return to me.

all these nights
time spend away
from our home
in search of difference
you eventually did roam.

instincts are very deep
when its matters of the heart
your eyes look very weak
along with trying to be a man
yeah no something...you're a creep!!!!!!!!!!!!



EXDS
- Wednesday, May 12, 1999 at 18:07:40 (PDT)


and what did you want to do when you grew up?
I bet I never crossed your mind
Pretend
- Wednesday, May 12, 1999 at 17:58:43 (PDT)



Flowing, gentile highlights.....
stale crucifix of fright.
These German roses that twines,
thus sweeten and thus defined.

-Hey wanna see my ass,
Bite my head off?-

Lost it...U think??
Reconnected, bound twice,
raped my....Nice Device....
......So...insectoidly infected.

-If a pussy had four legs,
would it be my best friend??-

To flow through you,
so to recontinue....
to access the excess,
to stand hollow at test,
to reconsider the might..
.....To Soulwalk, in fumbling flight.

-While I relieve myself,
I think of none-

Where??Why not here?
There??Nothing to fear!!
37 degrees Endorphin totality,
esoteric womb of chastity.

-Fraktale nisser,
griner ej om natten-

Be rich..Be rich quick..
Yes...Yes...Yes...
And little Chriss, sat upon his walking stick.
Mumbling on.....Fumbling upon,
The nothing of excess,
and, Rich is he who confess,
Poor is the man, who has not,
who has not..An idle thought.

ZAKAI
- Wednesday, May 12, 1999 at 17:13:24 (PDT)


========================================================
justalittledecorationjustalittleforfunforflavorforgetit.
======================+++++++++++++=====================
'''''''''
'''''
'''

without which this world would be a better place for you not me.

Anonymous
- Wednesday, May 12, 1999 at 16:38:47 (PDT)


where are you now?
where are you now i wonder i wander i...i..i...
i know.
you are sitting in your same old
pile of useless prose and profoundly poor poetry.
you are laying in the pruned sentances clipped off of your putred phoney paragraphs of inconsequencial irony.
insanity found no home in your dull blank lifeless form.
insolence maybe, insanity - no.
ignorance surely, insanity -no.
to be insane - oh what a feeling! - to be insane.
wonder all you wwant you know you know where you are now.
you know you always did, .
(you always will, but that doesn't make it feel any better now does it?)
we all wander around our minds and mix and match the piano chords with the air and we pound upon the keyboard until the ivory has worn out. worn out.
worn out and worn down you stop a while to lay down in the same old place i always find you
the same place you always find you.
you never were lost
you never were found
were you ever at all?
what does it matter for this happens every day and you will do it all again and forget that you ever thought these thoughts wrote these words fucked this that those men.
you still will wake up in the morning tasting the day that you burned that you forgot about and charred
tossesd that day away with all of the rest and you don't give one shit about singing until dawn and listening to the old man on the corner croon about hhow he left his oven on too long too and you, well you will smile because at least you are cleverenough to see to kknow what you are wasting. to know but not clever enough to care,.
insanity maybe.
just maybe, but then again maybe not.

Anonymous
- Wednesday, May 12, 1999 at 15:38:59 (PDT)


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 14:54:17 (PDT)


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And how does this relate to the last time?
defining__________.losing meaning
I can see how she resembles a dream
articles and issues
regulating the free
defining nothing
losing me
pratice signing your name somemore
so it looks more like your signature
I don't want
I can see how she resembles a dream
accidently in the wrong place at the right time
she brags of breaking
breaking up
broke
you don't want that bill because its wrinkled
you ain't got enough for me
I can't live until tomorrow
I can't afford to feed the police.
and how does this relate to the last time
a thousand faceless faces
defining ____________.
losing meaning
shes in the name of me.

Copyright {C} 1999
travis ray cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net


oeoeoe@usa.net
- Wednesday, May 12, 1999 at 13:23:17 (PDT)



"ASBESTOS"

Disease litigation toxic workers compensation
occupational disease malignant mesothelima
dying on the inside how far has the cancer spread
chemo has no lung but he's still not dead
lets pretend it don't exist we don't wanna know
deny our own suffering O.S.H.A. told us so

ASBESTOS ASBESTOS
I ONLY HOPE TO RADIATE IT
ASBESTOS ASBESTOS
IN THE WORK PLACE GRANDMA MADE IT

So he's got tumours and a real good job
asbestos removal at our schools that want it gone
the others are saving it for all the children to breathe in
handle with extreme caution

ASBESTOS ASBESTOS
I ONLY HOPE TO RADIATE IT
ASBESTOS ASBESTOS
IN THE WORK-PLACE GRANDMA MADE IT

So he wants to breathe it smoke it be it hes wearing gloves
put it in a bag and wash it off later
all gon all clean no harm done
Except for his family
he brought it home to for protection
even the rats died with this one

WRITTEN BY TRAVIS RAY COLE

Anonymous
- Wednesday, May 12, 1999 at 12:50:54 (PDT)


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- Saturday, February 06, 1999 at 14:10:15 (PST)


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