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I love you and I wanna die
Anonymous
- Friday, September 07, 2001 at 23:35:14 (PDT)


Today Is My Day

Papers and thoughts scattered around
a scientific mind spinning out of control
where is the balance who is real around me
there is no where to run the door is shut
these people are so not aware of what I am thinking
and honestly they have a right to know the truth
according to a perspective committed to finding out
the devine truth and the special properties that lie deep within the nature that we as humans, scientists still cannot understand because their story of creation under the explanation of the bible needs to be modified to accommodate the possibility that plants, animals, insects, mammals, humans, and whatever else is living are equally important in their value and properties as humans and should therefore be treated accordingly when trying to understand their value and properties. This is where it can become tricky. With so many possibilities available to those who care to interpret the value and properties of the equal co-existing life forms the answer to understanding the medicinal, and other beneficial purposes that help mankind survive without depleting or disrespecting their natural ability to produce ingredients that help us humans survive would never be a one singled answer. But we are used to that in life right? Most of us have been at one time in their life in possession of a thought embraced by realization that life is not a matter of black and white or cut and dry or this way or that way. We have come to realize this because we have been shown in our daily lives through the situations that we go through that there is a grey area as well. An area where choice and judgement must be excercised by us in order for the situation to carry on to its completion which then sets you up for another situation but also keeping in mind that situations can and do occur simultanously causing the choice and judgement execution on behalf of us to be a definite must. Now that we have been shown this grey area, how is it possible without some sort of guilt to carry on without batting an eye?
Anonymous
- Friday, September 07, 2001 at 12:41:56 (PDT)


There is no way...


We had our chance
many moons ago
so this time apart
has not been for us
it has made difference
between you and me
and we are not joined
like I thought at the heart

I too love loosing my mind
to the words that flow so naturally
from the vocabulary that I have created
from years of reading, listening and learning
I too like the feeling of saying something right
and knowing that you didn't delibrately make those
serious of words come out in that exact order without the help of the devine order that is loosing your mind.
Anonymous
- Friday, September 07, 2001 at 12:14:33 (PDT)


One Last Time

I must move on and
quit thoughts of you
we are not eternity
there is someone else
to come for each of us
even though astrologically
we were the same
even though we were one
year far apart
even though mentality
we were stimulated
and the list goes on.



Undelivered Passion

In the late of the night sometimes
I am drawn to the awe of the outside
laying under the billions of stars
I therefore for hours do reside

Prior preparation for this awesome event
had me awaken into another mindset
the earth grounding sounds of Gabriel
made relaxation my drug instead of the real thing
I am free to with you experiment the wonders of life



Anonymous
- Friday, September 07, 2001 at 12:06:12 (PDT)


your presence can be felt
within facets of my life
it is me strolling down the street
and yet you are inside my head
making all the decisions one step at a time

it is me who smiles to the morning sun
but you are responsible for thinking
that it should be first thing done

we are apart and yet we are beside each other
I remind me of me but still there remains you my brother



today has been rough
one minute I want you
the next is only him
why can't I have both
one as a lover the other as friend?
Anonymous
- Friday, September 07, 2001 at 11:46:29 (PDT)


thanks to you I may loose my house

I never did like you nor
did I ever think I should
you were so close to me
that I could of understood
instead I just left you be

the sun shines in small amounts
and the people not too friendly
I simply do not belong from here
and I refuse to bring them my money
through opening my very own bank account

What I lost was substancial enough to me
that when I close my eyes all I can see
is my life with him and my home gone away
now I understand the importance of knowing you
now the tears they begin to escape down my face

they protect me from you my only true enemy
the one who seeks to destroy me and my confidence
if they cannot share even a little in my success
is this not the case that you are an obstacle
continuing to flow out my eyes and stream down my face?










Anonymous
- Friday, September 07, 2001 at 11:37:07 (PDT)


there's a story that must be told
the same one that must also be heard
for the sole purpose of being understood
that this girl has only a checkered past
filled with delightment and sadness at the same time
she tossed and turned between the two until sadness finally won and she woke to find herself very alone
holding onto nothing but her son's newly assembled gun
should I just go forth and push myself in with a pull of this trigger or should I just sit here and try to imagine it instead?...tbc
Anonymous
- Friday, September 07, 2001 at 11:08:44 (PDT)


out of ryhymes

This little piggy
was drinking from a dog bowl
but I could see it
I just wanted to ride the hole
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 06, 2001 at 20:08:34 (PDT)


"Satans disco dream/field working midget boat people girl"

Dreams of You
How many times I think of you
and put my guitar away dirty
reoccuring dreams of you
I can't count that many
everyday theres songs to you
in a lie where hearts don't have an ending within reason
I waste these dreams too
in a world where reality
is blindsided pretending
with your wings I see
an angel fog
a distance between our eyes
only thought in my mind
is holding a dream
while I am spending it
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 06, 2001 at 20:04:10 (PDT)


Today the pigs are devil dogs
eating death goats
with three leads and a bar chord to love
not to be confused with the bar fly
bar rag we call goodbye
throwing away crosses
feeling crucified
bleeding into a jar


so fuck your mama
yeah duh fuck yo mama
just fuck your mama
while she eats and grazes


Today is over with lovelines scabbed
like bad needle point
I never thought of you
with ten songs to maria on hold
the chourus rips thru the echoes and slides
blaming medical marijana
for anything and everything
burnt memories of nothing
beliving in freedom you can only buy
with more than time
you dont know when to let go
let it all go to hell without you
buy back your soul
or someones close to you
you can't go back to nothing

so fuck your mama
yeah duh fuck yo mama
just fuck your mama
while she eats
niggaz yous is crazEEy
ha ha ha hee
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 06, 2001 at 19:55:25 (PDT)


An Editor

believe it or not but you are going to see me through this even though you are not academic like me
there's an opportunity so rare that I must face
inspite of the fact that I alone am very scared
contraversial thoughts wanted by the minds of others
never before witnessed by anyone other than the original thinker...Is it now the time to share?

will you be my friend, my laison, my confident
eventually maybe it could be that we become lovers
until then I am sequestering your presence for something else other than just merely based on sex.
we can split the costs from you being my editor
cause I've got somethings to say and will need
Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 05, 2001 at 19:15:21 (PDT)


mary had a little lamb, little lamb little lamb
mary had a little lamb
and fleeced him for his dough
rebekah
- Wednesday, September 05, 2001 at 13:55:23 (PDT)


yesterday upon the stair
only half of a man i met was there
his other half was not there again today
i wish that man would go away.
rebekah
- Wednesday, September 05, 2001 at 09:58:42 (PDT)


One of these days I will forget you
when everything is unrecognizable
so there is nothing to consult
therefore all seeming to be not true
never a me and never was there you

I love you and I don't know why
I don't even know you anymore
and its been years since I saw you
you haven't but I have aged with time
you to me were but a mere folklore

There was a connection between us
but it has since then been severed
for neither one of us was understanding
of the love or committment needed at st. 10 bray?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 05, 2001 at 08:44:24 (PDT)


the holy lord jesus christ piggie
tried to get up with the dyke he was digging
and she ripped his heart out once or twice
but what really hurt was the railroad spikes
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:55:45 (PDT)


the retarded bag lady piggie
panhandles in our parking lot
and its not even rush hour
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:52:09 (PDT)


the very sexy red head piggie and her hot friend
got so drunk that they pissed in the parking lot
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:50:06 (PDT)


this little piggie wrote bad checks
so I can support his kids
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:47:58 (PDT)


The unmedicated pig in her natural habitat

she just wants to lay around and watch cable
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:46:32 (PDT)


The unmedicated pig in her natural habitat

She just wants to lay around and watch cable
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:44:34 (PDT)


this little pig went to popeyes and wendys

it cost a lot to feed the little piggy
but she was worth every last dime
that sir
is no piggy
that is my wife

Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:41:27 (PDT)


The little piggie got busted for prostitution
so many times that the health department are
driving around in an unmarked survielance van
looking for miss piggy
in an undercover sting operation

this little piggie went to hell
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:36:14 (PDT)


The little piggie got busted for prostitution
so many times that the health department are
driving around in an unmarked survielance van
looking for miss piggy
in an undercover sting operation

this little piggie went to hell
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:35:14 (PDT)


The little piggie got busted for prostitution
so many times that the health department are
driving around in an unmarked survielance van
looking for miss piggy
in an undercover sting operation

this little piggie went to hell
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:34:44 (PDT)


The little piggie got busted for prostitution
so many times that the health department are
driving around in an unmarked survielance van
looking for miss piggy
in an undercover sting operation
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:33:40 (PDT)


jack sprat could eat no fat
his wife could eat no lean
but being cannibles,
they quickly ate evryone in towm
rebekah
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 15:44:21 (PDT)


this little piggy went to market
and sold for 5 bucks a pound.
rebekah
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 15:41:03 (PDT)


A Prayer

I thank the creator for all that I have
For all that I will have
For the chances
Be they the first, second or the third
I give thanks for my family
My father, my mother, my brother
I give thanks for my family
My aunts and uncles, my cousins, young and old
I give thanks for the family I have never met
My grandfather and grandmother
Those that passed, those that will
The one I have yet to meet
I give thanks for my friends
The ones I had
The ones I have
The ones I will have
For their familys, mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters
For the children they have
For the children they may have someday
I give thanks for the squirrel that stopped, just to say hi
And his lover/friend in the tree across the way
I give thanks for the birds above, singing their song
I give thanks for the animals in the forest and the eagle up above
For the bear and the deer, for the otter and the loon
For all animals small and large and in-between
I give thanks for this rock before me
For the people that will sit here to rest
For the day when its worn down to a pebble stuck in the shoe of a child
I give thanks for life
I give thanks for love
I give thanks for hope



KEN
- Monday, September 03, 2001 at 05:53:44 (PDT)


this just in
thats not the atkins
that was the chinless monkey feeder
and shes got a head ache
medication will not help
- Sunday, September 02, 2001 at 20:19:15 (PDT)


my wife is no good
yes
she wears the diamonds on the souls of her shoes
just like the paul simon song
and I..me nessicita mucho deniero
because she throws away gold rings
into the garbage,for me
she is noholla noholla noholla
noholla noholla noholla
to much trouble
I was attacked
yes she bite me here ands here and here
mucho loco this girl
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 02, 2001 at 20:17:08 (PDT)


something?
No
Nothing?
you want Something?
I get you something
yes


Anonymous
- Sunday, September 02, 2001 at 20:11:56 (PDT)


welp,the atkins are homeless
and coming to live with us

mental institutations are waiting
the govenment will pay for you to be crazy
but until they get you a set down town
you can live here
sniff the cat box
screen plays for retards are us
- Sunday, September 02, 2001 at 20:08:48 (PDT)


you are so beautiful
please,please
yes
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 02, 2001 at 20:04:46 (PDT)


you are to much bonita
for me to look at
you are an angel
yes yes anything anything
I love you

you are to beautiful for me
and your eyes
your eyes are...brown

yes mine are green

sometimes..
come back
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 02, 2001 at 20:03:45 (PDT)


butterfly kisses on my body,
your long black hair covering your handsome face
i dont kow how to feel
is this all a lie
is this just a dream, yours or mine
along my body, shivers move up
my nails scrap along your back
your sexy little bites touch me like a dream
i should feel bad, this cant be right
i know in my mind there is no truth
that your just want me for something to do
but your little sweet kisses
and your sexy dream-like bites
are holding me there
Lessa Rose.......e-mail me and tell me how it is
- Saturday, September 01, 2001 at 10:31:43 (PDT)


bad wife,bad, bad!
no,no!
Anonymous
- Friday, August 31, 2001 at 23:12:41 (PDT)


confusion pours from a mind in here
where is the rhyme, reason or logic
in your words through those prayers
lies a voice filled with worries a
heart overcrowded with many tears

why so angry? what has made you this way?
to take life and wish it would go away
howcome you are so afraid of life itself?
where is your drive that passion you used to have?
you have changed but really you have not changed at all


time will balance you out whether you like it or not
painsteaking the process does not have to be if you
would only remove the confusion that holds you down
why not step back for a moment and then you will see
that life does not have to be about hating all that is around...why would you not agree with me on this one?

Anonymous
- Thursday, August 30, 2001 at 18:05:56 (PDT)


at the crossroads stood a lesbian conversion project
of my very own
blond and pissed off
and in a endless web of runways stood her sister
winning every dream weaved into fantasy contest series
every movement interception
honey do my laundry
do it yourself
honey have some cheese cake
fuck off
seat down
rag bandage tea
wait and wait to see your face
get the fuck away from me
will you marry me
whatever that shit means
today yesterday
no no more mccartny shut
the doors
everyone is dead
except that old guy from the movies
yeah he died a long time ago
no
yeah
fish breath enters swollen
half baked
the model glides areodynamiclly in silk
a gallon of coffee is pissed away
holes are burned into the lungs
this is no science
true
I'm feeding a pig/animal
theres no art to it at this point
theres no music live dead
a dramatic lack of balanced thought
a nursery ryhyme from hell
what if I got what I ask for
and was stuck with
one level of thought
too late
why dont you blow your brains out
a yes message
Anonymous
- Thursday, August 30, 2001 at 00:47:41 (PDT)


I hear the light is on


eve
- Monday, August 27, 2001 at 17:11:04 (PDT)


electric mail order bride
with lessons could be generic
groomed into the
throat of a phillipino
I know this is not love
sandwiched with lies for answers
out of reach until I no longer care
only serving purpose
angering the dream
she is music my thoughts
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 26, 2001 at 23:21:56 (PDT)


Choked art,strangled love lines,and wasted time
by
Travis Ray Cole

On the 35th day of the exibition
the wife they appointed me refuses her garbage duties
and though shes much better looking
than the others around
shes nothing compared to the princess she replaced

With no rose pedals for her to walk on
I refuse offers to trade her
for her sister daily
overall she is the better cook

It started out as a wet T shirt contest
and worked its way into a domestic
still we dance and sing like nothing happened

I look into her eyes and promise her Vegas
but I probally will have to buy
her tattoos of my name and shoes

Its as though we both understand forever
at least what it means
and I know if I keep holding on
one day she won't be there anymore
like my heart
empty
out of guitars
I will say what I really feel
And I'm sure it's love this time
with the part about it costing two less
to live than one
because she does all the things
I waste it all on
as shes jealose of Maria
I have yet to think of you
she is fun
she really is
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 26, 2001 at 01:31:36 (PDT)


Goodbyes

Why must you leave me behind,
I stand here and cry alone.
You come close,
I walk to you,
We kiss our last breathless kiss.
You bring me into your house,
And sit me down on a chair.
You said, "It's for the best,"
I don't believe you now.
"Why must you leave for war?" I ask
You say, "Because the country needs me."

I need you so, to hold, to cherish
I embrace you once more
You say, "We still have time."
You close my eyes and lead me into your room,
I keep them closed until you say.
My eyes open to see you standing there naked,
In all your beauty, grace, and strength.
You pull me close and unbutton my shirt,
We fall onto the bed and start making sweet love.
We stay for an hour but you say you must go,
We get up and fall again and you miss your bus.
Touch me baby, all over and more,
Oh yes, yes, more, more.
Uh, ooh, yesssssssss.





Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 21, 2001 at 10:26:15 (PDT)


The Night
The night is filled with splender,
More than one can feel.
Come with me my fair one,
come and feel it with me.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 21, 2001 at 10:10:28 (PDT)


SCHOOL IS STARTING YIPPPEEE
YOU AREN'T ATTENING ??? SORRY TO
HEAR IT......YOU ARE SO VERY SMART
DON'T GIVE UP YOUR DREAM JUST BECAUSE YOU
HAVE A FEW DOLLARS IN YOUR POCKET RIGHT NOW.
PRESS ON AND BE THE PERSON YOU KNOW YOU CAN BE.
AND DUMP THE LOOSER FRIENDS AND BOYFRIEND YOU ARE
SO MUCH MORE BETTER THAN THE WHOLE LOT OF THEM.












eB
- Monday, August 20, 2001 at 16:08:55 (PDT)


The Rats brought the roaches into my Cadillac
But Satan's on the rag
this ain't no dream
I had more girlfriends when I was with her
and just as many lies to believe

I got the _____ blues from somewhere
why no one kept track of what this will cost me
lies on a map to remind me
empty seeds,endless leads
I can't even get a fat ugly bitch
with a moustache to want me
if this aint the blues
someone explain it to me

its like I was born in a chrysler
there ain't no luck
your love is poison
listen to some other womans lies
your laugh always fucks with me
so now your sister is looking better
and gives me reason to believe
its like someone said "it's only money"
if this ain't the blues
please tell me

busting up all the pieces left of my heart
you can't play faster with seven strings
it never mattered if anyone could love you
or if you ever gave anything to me
if you are a camaro or just a hollow heartless
six string
non-existant to the empty empty calander
wrapped in a promise of lies
sold as dreams
stabbing me in the heart,mind in the side
until she s all my eyes see
then walks right away from
everytime
until I don't wanna think

the solo leaves me alone
each note makes my heart bleed
I've gambled before so I know
if this aint pain I'm feeling
I don't wanna know it
theres nothing blue
the clock stopped on grey is all it means

so what is it that your singing
meanings are distorted
Anonymous
- Monday, August 20, 2001 at 01:26:10 (PDT)


i am lost
confuzed
crying
dieing
so what should i do now,
should i cry, because i want to
should i die because im lost
what should i do
answer me this
y do u say u care
y do u pretend
y do u hide things from me

Lessa Rose.....email me and tell me what u think
- Friday, August 17, 2001 at 17:56:42 (PDT)


hear ye hear ye
all the votes are in and have been counted!

The official winner
Miss Summer 2001
by a landslide

CARRIE


Anonymous
- Thursday, August 16, 2001 at 23:42:27 (PDT)


4 and 40 extremes
what's up with all the single parent-men
hovering around in the same aisles as I
in every Drugstore on Earth
do I scream
"Hey, I'm available to be your fuck buddy, and then take care of your 3 year old while you go knock a few
back with your buddies"?
I think I must.
Can I just look for some retractable pencil lead refils without being stared down by a man twice my age, Goddamit?
Is a girl allowed to be free to choose her maxi pads in peace
Can I pick up my double fudge ripple in tranquility, please...
Shopping Cart Maven
Eve
- Thursday, August 16, 2001 at 23:11:53 (PDT)


~PlaytimeIsOver~
I did not consume the flame
so the flame consumed me
It ignighted my body
and scattered my ashes to leaves

Flying to the oceans
past the great plains
there in the water
grew a great stain

Once brilliant red
faded to a eggplant-blue
oh the wonderous things
that children can do
SweetieEvil
- Wednesday, August 15, 2001 at 22:11:57 (PDT)


~InaudibleWords~
When water was like fire
And song kept me still
Love knew no slaughter
and push never came

My heart knew not of winter
When sunshile poured over blunderstones

I danced on the ethereal.
SweetieEvil
- Wednesday, August 15, 2001 at 22:05:09 (PDT)


transfusion

death in the heart of my womb
now finally empty
just blood and smelly filling
the silence before,
knowing the stillness in there before noonethe stomach slack and big, a graveyard of hope and pridedidnt know i loved you so much untill
too late
too late

the pain and the silent screaming inside me
sleep sleep
soon is all over
the urge to stay awake, to see and to feel
pain wellcomes you
pain is good for u,
fighting off insanity of the whys

the sharp crack inside as the water broke
and a different sensation of not understanding not taking in at all
the one the red the backward,small and looked just like u
spraying the nurses with the seconds water
the big the light with the fluid halo who looked just like me
blood in the hospital shower
pieces of me leaving
nothin to stop it, no turning back, this is forever
and i couldnt bring myself to hold you, as my love cried beside me
and i couldnt bring myself to cry
there is no way of telling if u survive or crack

days later
string of lust reaching for u and life and my lover of a lifetime
my soulmate and twinsoul and i cant help but symbolizing all the way to the grave we havent chose yet

before entering the chapel
looking at his face was the only releave in seeing you there
staring at death now finally got the hold of you, seeking comfort in your burning before your pretty little faces turns to skelettons compltetely

Saga, my lovely daughter, red and evilish features, my alien with the gasping mouth, the image of your father who baptised you
William, my dearest little son, shining and childish, sleeping so hard, the image of your mother who baptised you

The hardest part was to walk out on you
not able to grasp that you where dead and long gone
just wanted to protect you
as the evil priestwoman made the sign of carrying you away in her arms
bitch

I am so sad i couldnt protect you, every nerve and muscle in me screaming out for the danger ahead of you
though the worst already happened

Tonight was the night they burned you
fire in my womb bleeding me tired
fire on your fathers skin, burning him awake and silent

And i want to cover him and soothe him
i just dont know how
if leaving him alone and distant in his other world is the best way of self-repairing
or if i should wake him and make him cry and cry and cry till his guts spills all over me
taking his pain away
filling him with something else
that i just dont have a word for
yet
k
- Wednesday, August 15, 2001 at 08:43:39 (PDT)


Time wasted

I'll never mean
what you want from me
ripping off empty devil wings
I guarentee you gifts I can't spend
love me love end
automatically
I can see
you never did love him or me
nothing sing nothing
shedding feelings
all my heart is empty dreams
somebody lied
something tells me
you and I have
different fantasies
lies left inside the dreams
all there iis endinds
tell me whats it supposed to mean
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 15, 2001 at 01:58:29 (PDT)


beso
desecho..
antes..
dolor
los ojos marrones

Anonymous
- Monday, August 13, 2001 at 23:49:09 (PDT)


Hagar you missed again is the message

could you look into having your tumour
sculpted
so you can see behind yourself
at least slightly
or maybe have rear view mirrors installed

The Grand Hagar river was home to many a river boat in the early 1880's
and many of the first settlers sold out to the anti- tumour collition against the awful band of cat box jesus' entered in the rodeo registration of 1900
St. Peter Paul and lucifer rediscovered the island of
McShit on the far northeast corner of the aforementioned CatBox,whilst the twight light was laminated with Kitty Litter star formations
glittering with dead rust besides an empty postcard to Gina the river of shit flows nowhere
eleven tuna sausage disco disco this is not a drill
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 12, 2001 at 23:25:07 (PDT)


"To Many Politoes"

Yes Honeypie,you are too much beautiful
for my eyes
and I can not look away
or thru you with a thousand rays of light
blocking any reflection
any vision
of anything around you
so wee wee
you are diablo

"under the spell"
me

maas bonita than any other
endings mean nothing
I see it in your eyes
how do you look
I want you for mine
how do you say
come on Honey YES!,
You know I wanna get up with you,
So why do you break my heart
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 12, 2001 at 01:38:21 (PDT)


Closure
=======

no regrets here
better to know
then to always
wonder why

memories covered with dirt
and placed into the ground
may all of it rest in peace
never to surface again

self~reflection served
to show the escapism
I often engaged in
and now I see the light

I was overwhelmed with numbness
when the pain finally set in
grabbing my heart and my soul
shaking them for all their sins

then there was you to that I
must put to its final rest place
different from where the memories
will lie silently forever and ever

instead you will remain in the year
that you and I met until the time
where it had to be for us the end
so to you I say goodbye my wizard like friend
Anonymous
- Thursday, August 09, 2001 at 20:47:25 (PDT)


Didn't want to have to say Goodbye
==================================
BUT


tried to love you but
only hurt you in the end

tried to be a friend but
only ever managed to never change

tried to be something I know I am not but
only now realize I could have been kind, since and genuine

tried to change my need to be mean but
only to discover it might be too late.


Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 08, 2001 at 21:39:26 (PDT)


no need to wonder anymore
cause life made it possible
for our paths to cross over
as we walked the same walk
and we talked the same talk
both of us afraid of ourselves
but never of the other

why was that I wonder
how come it was like that
it was just a wicca fantasy
you created in your bored head
to ease the pain of your life
that you too created because
of who you are and how you so live
you know who you are because I know
who I am and since you are me then you
should know who this is shouldn't you?




Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 08, 2001 at 21:10:29 (PDT)


hey diddle diddle the cat ate the fiddle
the cow jumped over the moon
(the cat ate her too)
the little dog laughed to see such sport
and the cat ate the little dog too
rebekah
- Tuesday, August 07, 2001 at 20:13:50 (PDT)


jack and jill fell off the hill
fetching a pail of water
jack went splat
and he was flat
and jill attracted ants
rebekah
- Tuesday, August 07, 2001 at 20:12:28 (PDT)


baa baa black sheep
have you any wool?
i did until my master shaved me,
now im bald.
rebekah
- Tuesday, August 07, 2001 at 20:11:47 (PDT)


Never had more of a reason to cry
Never had a reason to die
Never thought twic about what i had done
Never though about my future to come

Until now, mt face and pillow soaked
Unitl i have no hope
Unitl now every thing was crazy
Until now everyting is hazy

Never had to deal with my own bad news
Never had a regret about what I choose
Never had a thought about the past
Never did anything catch up so fast

Unitl now i know how hard it is to be the bearer
Until now i know what its like to be the scared one
Unitl now did i know what its like to want to earase
Unitl now did i fall on my face

Never did i have a problem finding the words
Never did i know that whats bad gets worse
Never did i need a friend more
Neve did i feel more like a whore

Until now im speechles and cant explain
Until now o i know that meaning of pain
Until now when most has sunk in
Until now when i won't ave a chance again


Snow Roses AKA Red Roze
- Tuesday, August 07, 2001 at 18:38:22 (PDT)


I saw you in my dreams,
I didnt think u were real.
But it always seems,
you know just how i feel.

I never thought you would care,
or erver take a second look at me.
Now all you can do i stare
at the angel you see.

You come and go like the beeze
a quick kiss before you leave me
sets my soul at ease.
You say " I'll call you later sweetie.

I just had to see my sweetheart,
Its been to long, well over a year,
that we've been apart.
Till i see you again my dear."
Snow Roses aka Red Roze
- Tuesday, August 07, 2001 at 16:20:03 (PDT)


I saw you in my dreams,
I didnt think u were real.
But it always seems,
you know just how i feel.

I never thought you would care,
or erver take a second look at me.
Now all you can do i stare
at the angel you see.

You come and go like the beeze
a quick kiss before you leave me
sets my soul at ease.
You say " I'll call you later sweetie.

I just had to s4ee my sweetheart,
Its been to long, well over a year,
that we've been apart.
Till i see you again my dear."
Snow Roses aka Red Roze
- Tuesday, August 07, 2001 at 16:19:50 (PDT)


i sit here alone
"jane says" playing on my computor
this song makes me think of you
while not to far away
you lay with him
your arm across him
his face is in your dreams

yet you are in mine
night after night
i yearn to feel
your lips on mine
your hand in mine
your arm around me in the night

i'm just the friend
the one you keep around
so that you can talk about him
get a mans point of view
i listen just to hear your voice
just to be near you

everytime i see you with him
my heart breaks
and you will never know
i will never have the courage
you'll never read the words i write
or realize just how much i love you

this is my life
to yearn for you
hoping that one day i can tell you
and you won't tell me its wrong


KEN
- Monday, August 06, 2001 at 22:35:17 (PDT)


THIS IS ME

I dont know what to say
Are you disapointed in me
What can I do
To make you see

That this is the way I am
That its hard to change my ways
Take me as I am
Till the end of days

Can you accept
Me for me
Every fault
Every insecurity

Or do you need me to change
Be something fake
Someone Im not
Loose all thats at stake

My free will
My personality
Isnt this what you loved
Its really a pity

This is me
Take me or walk away
Accept me
And stay

KEN
- Monday, August 06, 2001 at 22:27:10 (PDT)


Anything and Everything

It isn’t often good things happen
In a world such as this
You get used to the bad things
Learn to cherish the good things

I cherish you
A smile that says you care
The understanding in your voice
The look in your eyes

I never believed in angels
That something so special could exist
But then I met you
And my life changed for the best

The great conversations
Be they drunken or sober
I’ll never forget them
Or the impact they had

Shared with you my fears
My dreams
Everything and anything
And you listened

I will listen too
To your dreams
And your fears
Anything and everything


(Written for Beth, my personal Angel)
KEN
- Monday, August 06, 2001 at 22:22:36 (PDT)


She is his baby doll,
everytime he is near she falls.
She falls from grace,
head first into a better place.
He calls her sweety,
calls her baby,
his.
She likes being in his arms and misses
his kisses.
There is something about him,
about him she just cant touch,
about him she cant see,
cant feel.
When she sees him she melts,
and whenever his presence is felt.
There is nothing he doesnt know,
doesnt see,
doesnt hear.
They gaze into each otheres eyes,
to him she cant lie.
Not one word is untrue,
pain full,
or rude.
It seems to good to be true.
Even when they argue,
they are still cute,
still sweet,
still together.
But, she will always be,
his sweety,
his babydoll,
his baby,
his.

this is one of my faves. i put it up a while ago but i dont know if it is still up. so here it is again. ill put something newer up i soon. i have had majors write block.
snow roses
- Monday, August 06, 2001 at 20:01:39 (PDT)


"Where"
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 05, 2001 at 23:26:27 (PDT)


hey wheres the 36 love poems
I wrote to kathy on here yesterday?
where are they?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 05, 2001 at 22:48:53 (PDT)


"my own advice"

the only thing that matters
is that look in her eyes
must steal her away from that bastard
at any cost sacrafice anything lost
that look
her eyes
he/noone else exists
get it

she is to much beautiful
to look at
must somehow spend more momentoes like this
this looking into her eyes
making her laugh
smile
he doesnt exist

no more alone
no more

she is a goddess
must win the war of emotion
at some point she is yours
to much time invested into her
to start over now again
what makes her laugh
do it
what makes her smile
do you want this or not?
hell yeah
Anonymous
- Friday, August 03, 2001 at 23:25:38 (PDT)


the stench of cattle piss stampeeds you
when you walk in the door
its only the cat box fumes killing us
help
Anonymous
- Friday, August 03, 2001 at 23:05:07 (PDT)


she touched my arm
and i played it off
like it meant nothing
like i it was funny
but i can still feel her touch

why did i have to fall in love
with someone i can never have
my best friends girl

i met her first
why isn't she mine



KEN
- Friday, August 03, 2001 at 21:46:15 (PDT)


Did I ever?
it's alright if you say it and don't mean it

I just understood because of what context it was placed in
still, I can't beat down your lies
selfish auto-complication
deep within the maze paths
of his intricate confusion
I don't think he ever knew why
(it's only a motherfucking coffee stain)

shirttail truth
unforgiving honesty
unforgiving fluorescent light
bathroom tile sterility
deep and utter miserable frustration
>>>>>>
it's about that time
Like I care you care
- Monday, July 30, 2001 at 21:39:19 (PDT)


His youthfullness flowed thru me like the rivers of time.

Knowing no boundaries, just sweet unadulterated lust.
Skin on skin. Sweat intermingled with Sweat. AHHHHH
the pleasures of a beautiful young man. I revel in them!! He revels in my gracefullness with him, my
patience and my wisdom.....I long for his innocence
his easy laughter and most of all his sweet wake-me
up in the mornin kisses. GOD love is GREAT.







The happiest woman in the world !!!!
topoftheworldlookingdownatya@yahoo.com
- Sunday, July 29, 2001 at 01:06:50 (PDT)


"Expanded Limits"

Not enough space
the Cat Box called out and runneth over
spilling into the floor
anexxing itself into a Cats Cat box
for it had needs of its own
with a moat in the making

ES Cat CA-CA EL ROAD CONE IS DANGER DANGER PELIGRO

UNA CA CA DOSE CA CA MUCHO CA CA NO MAAS DIAZ CA CA
POR FAVOR LA CASA ES UM RIO LA CA CA NADA
DIOS RAPIDO NO MORE CA CA
GRATS
crying
drowning cockroach cat shit cart of cat shit soups
AND INTO THE NIGHT THE CAT BOX EXPANDED
into its own area code
divided by pie
ala kitty litter pies caked on the sides of the wall
eating its way thru paper or plastic
Anonymous
- Friday, July 27, 2001 at 00:17:57 (PDT)


The pain of hope,
rain on a cracked window,
sting an open wound,
torn by pasts, presents and futures.

A break in the cloud; you.
warmth on a window,
an unexpected warmth,
giving you time to fix the crack.

The crack is fixed and you are afraid.
It is clear and pure like a soul; a heart; a mind.
A window you can see in,
and start to feel and understand.

You turn to run; to flee; afraid.
And look back to see if it is safe.
and it is; the window is gone.
shattered.

Eric Hosick
- Wednesday, July 25, 2001 at 00:59:23 (PDT)


lust
love
only me
I want you alone on the hottest summer night
to have and to hold until forever
I want to bathe in your love
drenched in sweat love only knows
the closer we get
I want you only you
to never let you go
as hot as it is
Its you you know

Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 24, 2001 at 23:55:08 (PDT)


a name tied to nothing
her name is as empty as a lie
she is only a vision without titles
yesterday seperate from tomorrow
tomorrow a smile from today
stereotyped iced catagories
razorblade holes in my heart
wasted answers to quistionable lies
Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 24, 2001 at 00:57:07 (PDT)


"The goats are all empty now,Satan"

Roxy,my beautiful Roxy
there is no way to your streets
no way to your soul
close your eyes to remember
fools
throwing away gold
wasted
lines tying a tangled tale
to burn through with hollow eyes
always
Always
- Tuesday, July 24, 2001 at 00:31:41 (PDT)


may the gods of the almost empty milk cartons bless you
Anonymous
- Monday, July 23, 2001 at 23:27:42 (PDT)


Im tired of fucking my cousins leftovers.
What do I look like, Gladware????
It hurts to be so ugly and fat while she
is charasmatic and so organized.

It hurts to have to wait for her to use up her love
and then toss me the mangled remains to try and scrap
something for myself. It hurts to be an only child
with no family, no sister, no brother, no nephews or
neices, no family get togethers. It hurts and Im
crying inside. GOD I am so sorry I forsake you I do
believe in you and I know you will see me thru this
somehow......no matter now wrong I've been.








Anonymous
- Monday, July 23, 2001 at 21:01:37 (PDT)


no one could care this much

Dont bother bothering
because I'm long gone
there must be something
your wanting
or you've wasted more dreams
of trading your soul
when gods mean nothing
except how much will this cost you
without time and careless lies
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 21, 2001 at 02:28:41 (PDT)


The coffee addicted war monger blues band broke up to stay getting back together
and the hieght of the hype
was a designated wall between
anything and everything
and she was always everything
like a reason to quit applying
unexpected apathy
unlike her wasted baited obession
life was serving refills
but who could aquire a taste of gasoline
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 21, 2001 at 01:08:12 (PDT)


sounds like a frieght train
her whisper
only missing something she said

dying is nothing
I do it again and again

Anonymous
- Saturday, July 21, 2001 at 00:56:10 (PDT)


poems and excuses
line of lies
Anonymous
- Thursday, July 19, 2001 at 00:16:28 (PDT)


"I'm not the one who farted"

It was'nt me
I swear
I'm not the one who farted
I'd hate to see you out smarted
gasmask duct tape
nose hairs burning
I'm not the one
the stench keeps starting
I'm not the one
I'm really not the one
====
- Thursday, July 19, 2001 at 00:13:49 (PDT)


"Time"
the hour glass is empty and you hold onto lies
promises spoken thru masks
and razor alibis
hide reflections of truths
moments stolen,painted into memories
rejected dreams cast shadows onto the canvas' of sand
pouring out of your heart across broken ice glances
each gear spins alone,
its own metronome
apart from freedom
resinating the walls with the moment
lost
Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 18, 2001 at 21:27:08 (PDT)


what hearts
had they
more capable
of feeling
more unstable
more volatile
more used
and intuitive
what could mine know
that they had not experienced
and fostered with words
what could my heart possibly know
not a fog
not a veil
not clouds
not anymore
Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 18, 2001 at 16:16:17 (PDT)


rust coffee ruined insides
filtered piano close your eyes
wasted dreams thoughts denied

Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 17, 2001 at 22:32:37 (PDT)


wasting coffee on the war
hot and cold running coffee
thru the middle of the wars
core beneath the ground
road kill sacrafice
iron mill swamps
where nothing lives and the thought process is a strangled vein
Anonymous
- Monday, July 16, 2001 at 21:08:50 (PDT)


Coffee for the war

The recession was imaginary
a diet of lies to feed into
libary of indecent illiteracy
to choke on

Anonymous
- Monday, July 16, 2001 at 20:56:58 (PDT)


"Coffee from the war"
Coffees from the war
Save your souless dreams
heartess dramatic lies
clouded with heaven
theres nothing down here for me
coffee from the new war
saved for ever extended
leaked memories of nothing
grounds for an ending
turn this into nothing
Anonymous
- Monday, July 16, 2001 at 20:50:52 (PDT)


"Coffee from the war"

Save your souless dreams
heartess dramatic lies
clouded with heaven
theres nothing down here for me
coffee from the war
saved for ever more
leaked memories of nothing
grounds for an ending
turn this into nothing
mourning depression defeat

we never agreed to go out in the woods
and have pillow fights with the rabbits
Anonymous
- Monday, July 16, 2001 at 20:47:17 (PDT)


there's one born every minute
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 14, 2001 at 14:24:54 (PDT)


While you try to be wrote in
the thin line

As thirteen notes
move in a circle
forming a star shape
first six then seven
seperate solos whisper life into
the echo chamber
with a chorus of the begining at the end
and the vibration rocks past thought
at unrecorded speed
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 14, 2001 at 02:04:38 (PDT)


who hates you mother fucker you know she does
who hates you mother fucker you know she does
she hates you mother fucker you know she does
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 14, 2001 at 01:35:46 (PDT)


noones ever going to live again
in an 8 by ten white room
cable ready with toiletries

recycled recycled recycled
carcus carcus carcus
afterbirth
death of a thousand dreams
there will never be peace in your head
when what you killed..was'nt a dream

still born brain chemical saved
like jesus christs reborne endings
empty of life though dead as could be
recycled carcus afterbirth
blood and death
rotting

recycled carcus afterbirth rotting in its room
no
!
- Saturday, July 14, 2001 at 01:32:59 (PDT)


"Leisure union war vs.free oil for 3rd world tax us"

leisure union war vs.free oil for 3rd world tax us
Wheels
intersections divide
doped with fantasy no lottery
so you'll keep working for tomorrow
keeping the fat fat

with green print

electric power
line thru it
the fight to oppress
ten thousand american dreams to change
and colonize the new war
lovingly wrapped around
the recycled depression state

we tripped for a minute
we had to go back
into the past to look for it
we tripped for a minute
and thats all there was left
in the mirrors face
it took more than a fin off
insane,but the clock needs more chain
the gears turn on the edge of nothing
trying to be noone
right there in front of me

noone found out theres always a tomorrow
but a benz but a benz
but a benz suv
is only temporary

so he wanted his line back
everybodys gotta die
but nobody can be free

we tripped for a minute
we had to go back
into the past to look for it
we tripped for a minute
and thats all there was left
in the mirrors face
crazy people
Do you have to talk about kennedy anymore
don't you know what your getting into
war can we love the past
straight outta hell
and if there was a cross threaded lesbian mafia
they would'nt vote for releigion
in the first place
war rooms of police state

Say fuck with me
there was blondes and blondes
out around the inside
and,a girl like you did'nt apply.
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net
pigs feets
- Saturday, July 14, 2001 at 01:24:36 (PDT)


it was a privilege
and a pleasure
Anonymous
- Friday, July 13, 2001 at 05:00:49 (PDT)


thanks for the wire cutters
peace
Anonymous
- Thursday, July 12, 2001 at 23:29:34 (PDT)


"Crowded Dreams"

Sideways
almost sudden
like waking from societies
drug drama discovery
lies from the inside
answer only to the feeling called pain
coming to you
a tornado of desperate beliefs
crazy
crazy
crazy
crazy
crazy
crazy
crazy
crazy
crazy
crazy
psychopatehic disease
a mirror of wrong streets
tasted before testing
an envelope that hides death
all the same
I thought you loved me
your only here located
your only here to drain me
something somewhere is telling me
paper dirt witness
money you can't make love to
go figure industry
your love is
as hollow as a dream
more than half empty
but always full of greed
wasting time blocked mind
BIG MIKE
- Tuesday, July 10, 2001 at 22:30:10 (PDT)


"The Poet"

He got high first
While you try to be wrote in
the thin line

As thirteen notes
move in a circle
forming a star shape
first six then seven
seperate solos whisper life into
the echo chamber
with a chorus of the begining at the end
and the vibration rocks past thought
at unrecorded speed
BIG MIKE
- Monday, July 09, 2001 at 22:45:33 (PDT)


Devil-Girl riding high on her seperation of the family.
Enjoy it while you can you FREAK, GOD will strike you
down when you least expect it.....and maybe your creator should have aborted you like she contemplated at least a dozen times, yes demon-seed you should have been sucked out and placed in a hazardous waste container. Life could have continued and our holidays would have still been something of family and rememberence and not your jealous hatred filled little
cunt of a heart. Have a shit life 'cause you are shit
and shit breeds shit.....but I doubt you can even breed, you have too much testosterone my little hairy
acne riddled pie face cunt.
Anonymous
- Monday, July 09, 2001 at 22:28:20 (PDT)


its ok if your five of my email friends
personality
Anonymous
- Monday, July 09, 2001 at 21:51:08 (PDT)


my next door neighbors
moved in last weekend
she's from Virginia
He worked at the Michigan City Jail
They met through their ex spouses
who met online
between them they have
6 children or so
they say they're in love
and glad they
swaped mates
the children on the other hand
have a general distrust
or disbelief in sound judgment
I hate this, Travis
I hate this stupid made-up world
it's hateful and spiteful
and awful
There are better things...
right?

Big Mike???
- Monday, July 09, 2001 at 19:50:46 (PDT)


"Puppet Strings of Barb Wire"

Her blonde hair robbed me of reason
her blue grey eyes never meant anything
everytime I reached for something she was leaving
and still I kept dreaming

all the chords my mind played
she was all I was thinking
altered shattered quarter notes
and abandoned seasons

in my mind in my eyes
I believed in
a full color shadow etched in my sight
all I needed
her soft touch and sense of humor

feedback swelling humming screeching
octaves dropping
my heart is beating
parts of songs fuse together
the hottest summer valentine
did'nt need me

with slides and cries tremelos cheating
like an arrow stuck inside a love poem repeating
then a sadness like razor glass pulled out
always leaving
in the winter cold froze alone unplugged
puppet strings of barbed wire
BIG MIKE
- Monday, July 09, 2001 at 02:10:48 (PDT)


I don't know why you don't
live somemore
all the time you try to get out
the cages door
some how get free of thier
last word
cut thru the chains,leave them
on the floor

when you die look into the eye
of a devil angel
then you decide it was all a lie
you should have made your way to heaven
a knife in the back is'nt
planning ahead
and time keeps ticking while you
listen to the preachings of a man
named satan
but life is to short and the gardens waiting
when you die you'll know
the venom's poison
and everything you ever stole
won't mean nothing
theres no justace going to save us
or pay us something

I don't know why you don't
live somemore
all the time you try to get out
the cages door
some how get free of thier
last word
cut thru the chains,leave them
on the floor
recycled breakdown
- Monday, July 09, 2001 at 01:50:12 (PDT)


DENIED
Anonymous
- Sunday, July 08, 2001 at 22:27:30 (PDT)


All is vainity!
How many times???
How many times
have you poured thought
into this
VACUUM?!
This ellipsis of
consciousness
(not to mention conscience)
Make a difference
for someone besides
yourself



Anonymous
- Sunday, July 08, 2001 at 14:28:29 (PDT)


Denied!
This Virtual Directory does not allow contents to be listed.
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 07, 2001 at 04:34:25 (PDT)


Say my name, Travis.
Anonymous
- Friday, July 06, 2001 at 20:51:22 (PDT)


"Waiting for Nothing"

Its been you only you
mind game
feelings range from
boiling to cruel
without meaning
a lie to a riddled excuse
believe me
tie my thoughts to empty screams
wasted love on open season

anyone could be new
hearts bleeding
turned away from tomorrow
planting seeds in the wind
lost its reason
look into your eyes
of sabatoged treason

thrown away definations
hope auctioned for greed
out of focus one track
reversed role collisions
BIG MIKE
- Monday, July 02, 2001 at 23:07:32 (PDT)


Does a cat with a tumour on his ass
the size of a baseball
shit in the house?
MY ANSWER
- Sunday, July 01, 2001 at 22:32:41 (PDT)


INDEX
WINGED PHILOSOPHY
Robbin with Angel's Wings
The Game
Same Question
Demon Seed
The River
What's in a name
How do you start over
Another Rose
War Room
Filth
Art of Way
Bread and water
Tattoo in mind
Lab rats lament
Mr.Microchip
Dream Catcher
Hi
Signal from nowhere
Smil@
Searching no more
I'd die for you
Inspired
Thought About
Moved
Wendy
The Finger
End of a dream
Sliding alternating thirds
Three of these
Ten Tomorrows
Blood Dust
Locked In
Speed of Light
Prisoner
Day 4258=In the daylight
Popular
Transparent Reflections
Polution
The Angry Customer
Painting the Crossroads
At the Point
Dying Inside
With You Gone
We'll hunt forever
In between us there is daylight
Evaluations
Praise pregnant with compromise
Return
YOU and ME
Strange Lies
Against the Grain
Words without a page to bleed on
Where are the Gods?
A Ballerina to believe in
War Crimes
Giving back all my Crosses
Fetus Cancer
Frozen Rivers of Thought
Yes Dear
Love Cancer
Kiss
Cockroaches in the oatmeal
Hide behind my Guitar
Nice Day for Suicide
Cemetery Road
Overdose
Free Confessions
Shadows
New Mic Girl"{Talking Microchip
Coffee Ground Rodents"(bags of dirt
Betrayed
In your room
Useless Emotion
Hell's Six Strings
Heart Bank
Cool Air
Sex and Tobacco
Road Dreams
She's Complicated
Church Words
The High Priest of Lake Shore Drive
Asbestos
Losin' the Dream
Eye of Newt ,Pigs Eye Newt
Postal Worker
The Wind
Take One
Second Hand
Subliminal implant
Nice View
She was'nt there
Where is she remedy?
Because I love you
Burning Cattle
Genetics
President's Choice Greaseburger with Cheese
Jesus christ pose
Abandoned Machines

If you have comments or suggestions for Travis Ray Cole, you can contact this author at:
oeoeoe@usa.net (Travis Ray Cole)

WINGED PHILOSOPHY
by
Travis Ray Cole
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

Robbin with Angel's Wings
by
Travis Ray Cole
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

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The Game
by
Travis Ray Cole


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

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Same Question
by
Travis Ray Cole



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

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Demon Seed
by
Travis Ray Cole
I wanna bite the apple,I wanna kill the snake

I wanna skin him alive for heavens sake

I wanna bite the apple,spit out the seed

cause the lord knows I'm the demon seed

in revelations or on page one

when he comes calling the deed is done

I wanna eat the apple,I got the hunger and need

for the taste of Eve the morning brings

I wanna bite the apple,kill the snake

take all the blame,it's not her mistake

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The River
by
Travis Ray Cole
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

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What's in a name
by
Travis Ray Cole
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

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How do you start over
by
Travis Ray Cole
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

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Another Rose
by
Travis Ray Cole
You to me,romanticlly

love like we hold hands

wrapped like a thorny vine

catching holding never letting go to what is inside

your frozen heart lets go and fly

like the very meaning of our very bieng

and love discovers what?

what we mean,defined what is us what we mean

love begins to know

to what is not,you close the door

I am what you know

from the middle till the end across the street and back again as a bird not raven flys

the darkness turns to light.

and freedom screams our dream

light shut out the night alone we two

just me and you

from the crossroads the devildog is gone

you are not a dove we two are just love

and held like it was gods hands holding me you

rolling the dice in the middle of the intersection of our life.

you fly

but not away

not away from me

not away from me this time

there is no him

there is no her

there is us

love in the heart of lust

could the choice be made

could the decision be wrong?

we will live within while living out this poem.

stealing from the games score

We keep playing

play somemore

kiss me one time I adore

the heart that you do hide

the love in your mind

the times we said goodbye..

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War Room
by
Travis Ray Cole


yes I have been there

it was me

getting my share of some fantasy

the war room

all things of war

make your move

war whore

the war room

with piece of mind

looking to acceppt what is me this time

I dont know if i can deal with what is me this time

it is me inside

it is peace i find

the war room

and its been sometime

the medals of hate to celebrate

the photos of what the rich have left

do your napiolian james dean

the war room

holds onto me

and loves only me

because theres no one else around

and the devil comes as pretty as push comes to shove

the war room

with a hundred doors

its got its own asmosphere

dont leave me alone

come back and love me

until i love

the war room

a fantasy

relived

the war room

from where I have lived

the war room

a block from where i was born

the war room

the war whore

the bullets and shells stained with blood

the pieces of hundreds of years

and countries that fell

at no price

the cost is mine

the past of time

the peace that I find in

the war room

the lust too.

i never thought of dying soon

where is my self

i love myself

where is the dream

i think fantasy

so i come to

THE WAR ROOM...

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Filth
by
Travis Ray Cole
shes so burnt out on love

I could do anything

she dont think of love

and now her hearts not frozen


she sometimes goes without

and it does'nt get her anything

she wants to end the life that needs a life

to get over living again


she wants to run from the problems

of love that no love is taking

she knows theres no where to go

but shes gotta get outta the rain


shes so burnt out on love

theres no lust in anything

shes not turned on

or in tune to what I am playing


she is thinking of something else

and her minds not on what Im saying

so I get bored with lust

until you show me something

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Art of Way
by
Travis Ray Cole


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
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Bread and water
by
Travis Ray Cole
Bread and water think of you

bread and water think of you

bread and water think of you

The airs to thin to run

The sky ain't blue

Bread and water think of you

bread and water think of you

bread and water think of you

nowhere to hide

your love ain't true

Bread and water think of you

bread and water think of you

bread and water think of you

If I can't be free

I can't be cool

dying to live my life with

without with without

am I on the right track

or am I just another?

am I going to ever win

you as my lover

everything that comes my way is SHIT compared to you

bread and water think of you

bread and water think of you

bread and water think of you

I don't belive in free

I belive in you.

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Tattoo in mind
by
Travis Ray Cole
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

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Lab rats lament
by
Travis Ray Cole
THIS IS A TEST,THIS IS ONLY A TEST

Mice and monkey,wheel in cage

test you until your trained

toxic rodent losing rat race

tastes like chicken,fed to the snake

infectious disease research cell freezing

lost in a maze cheesy albino with lesions


Rat brain in space,sattlite reception

double dose of cloned mutation

micrscopic study prevention

genetic strain of humane intervention


from the brain and seminal fluid

of the rat comes acid phosphate

dying in a rat trap,last in the rat race

not really giving a rats 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

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Mr.Microchip
by
Travis Ray Cole
Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip

all of a suddenly do you wanna get ripped

MR.Microchip Mr.Microchip

all of a suddenly do you give a sh*t

INLINE IN YOUR MIND WHO'S TO BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER DIES

Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip

all of a suddenly do you wanna get rich?

Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip

all of a suddenly do you give a sh*t

INLINE IN YOU MIND WHO'S THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER LIES

Mr.Microtrip Mr.microtrip

all of a suddenly do you wanna get ripped

Mr.Microtrip Mr.Microtrip

all of a suddenly do you finally get it?

INLINE IN YOUR MIND WHOS THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER

INLINE IN YOUR MIND WHOS THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER

DIES.DIES.DIES.DIES.DIES.

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Dream Catcher
by
Travis Ray Cole
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.

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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.

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Signal from nowhere
by
Travis Ray Cole


How clean her wrists looked.....uncut

viens shining through

bieng scutinized critized and trapped

under the microscope

all the time

how clean her thoughts were

with the truth only to lie to her

no time for like today

taking

lying because she cares

yeah

loving because lifes there

shining like cold blue steel

cold water wont stop the cruel

pain in flesh,fog dense thick haterd

a victim of yourself

reaching to yesterday for help

no heaven to save a soul

the ground is so cold

go not to hell

and you'ld rather not love me

than love yourself

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Smil@
by
Travis Ray Cole
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

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Searching no more
by
Travis Ray Cole
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

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I'd die for you
by
Travis Ray Cole
Traces of anger floating by

I see trails 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 closed

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 love you

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 suspended heartless suicide

I can't lose you already its gone

I can't even tell you why?

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Inspired
by
Travis Ray Cole
hammer on bend-ing

think of her

play a crying screech

feedback

reverb bleeds

open strings

the siren wails

my mind melts

the poet dreams

no more sound hole

finger censoring the G string

pick attack

I sleep with my S.G.

the speed

the action high

4 1 3 1 2 1 4

bend the b string a little more

the lick mixed with your name

double stop slide bend out of pain

the love burns into my brain

know I love you I'm insane

notes ripping out the very heart of it

tone treble higher than rain

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Thought About
by
Travis Ray Cole
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.

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Moved
by
Travis Ray Cole
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

tomorrow lied to us.

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Wendy
by
Travis Ray Cole
Looking for roses at midnite

Violets in the snow

looking for roses at midnite

and violets in the snow


theres nothing but a memory

and angels in the snow

with ice formed on yesterday

kisses never show


looking for roses at midnite

violets in the snow

looking for roses at midnite

violets in the snow


I can't dream back yesterday

I still can't let go

for us there will never be tomorrow

and there ain't no violets in the snow

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The Finger
by
Travis Ray Cole
Legalization of thought

decriminalization of self

legalization not taught

in rules confined history induced minds

decriminalization for sale

if you live

where is free

chained.....thoughts will bleed

into your system

from shelf to shelf

decriminalize yourself

believe in what you read

only then could they sell you

legalized beliefs

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End of a dream
by
Travis Ray Cole
Would you come back to me
and we can begin to live
the dream never felt
your loves summers gift

would you come back to me
while the feelings live and strong
echoing thru and right into
the thought of any note

the end of lifes love dream
all conciousness turns to logic
in asking her to commit to a fantasy of hope
only destiny trades no value in memory once stole

stalemate I am free
and you need new lies told
promises divided heartfilled dependency
void the end
our love
our love
our love

forgiveness isnt easy
theres really going to be no one
tomorrow could have lead us to believe
with our love together we could have gotten free
within
and save a undying lust

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Sliding alternating thirds
by
Travis Ray Cole
At what degree are you going to leave me
when will I notice your already going to go
the seventh time hitting the ninth note
while the wah is gain more than speed
At what point did you remember
theres more of us to know
and a circle of notes echo in gone
eleven eleven eleven mutliplied by an emotionless tone
theres no yesteryday saved and where do we got to go?

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Three of these
by
Travis Ray Cole
In a glimpse of light,blinding
that dirty money against her clean skin
whispering to me
making me empty
lie until you forget
happiness from the hunger
gaining hope in losing thoughts
following moments
it seems only then
enough is not really enough
with a grip of metal
spending dawn in the sands
of an hour glass
when can I escape
a thousand candles in the dark night
melting my eyes
narrowing in
focus on nothingness
monitary happiness
feed into this
the dirty money only paper soiled with salavation
in the act of theft
stealing from her art
breaking the seal around the lining of a cloud
that could never exist
please remove the money from your breast
and if its warm and soft
unlike your kiss
if you run people like horses
if you dont care about anything
only want to win
and a handful of these relations
all inside a day
how could we ever be faithful again
never reminded of the guilt
sold on trained emptiness
everywhere there is answers
all wrong within.

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

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Blood Dust
by
Travis Ray Cole
Blood filled dreams
Ice in my veins
pour in the street
like acid in the rain
run like water
the taste don't go away
the sacrafices we make to each other
mean nothing...with each drop we save
It don't hurt until we see it
wash the pain away...
stain glass mirror
reflects blood tears on each page
blood in dreams stab my eyes
blood filled dreams
drain the life from me
watch it slowly die
somehow sentenced to living
with the hollow existance of the blood thirst beast
the dying seeds of death is what the reaper eats
pain devours life
whats on your mind
blood on your hands
shed in your street
razor tounge slit throat narritivly speaks
run in my eyes blinded with greed
sell your blood to drink
because to you death is sweet
like water it runs
the deal you make with ripped out hearts
in another life we'll rest
but in death we'll sleep
as we see with tombstone eyes
turned away in vain another drink
deny the empty shadows of your dreams
death divides us with fear
quick to die slow to think
worship decay teach deciet
washed away into midnight
dripping from your memories
it hurts to bleed

where am I bleeding from
where am I bleeding from
again stabbed with a forked tounge
all the hearts gone from me
die of love it hurts to bleed
I can't feel it beating
pumping fast
minds gone numb
where am I bleeding from?
where am I bleeding from?
theres no more life in me
I can no longer love
am I dying in this apathy
turn to dust
all the pains gone away
I dont want to leave the warmth of this dream
all my lifes moving inside my eyes
I don't want to return to the cold world
I don't want to leave the warmth of the dream

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Locked In
by
Travis Ray Cole
The burning church
the pay phone in desoulation town
that has'nt worked since the flag came down
in the dark the camara's
still record the freedom
by those who hoard,gather,and hide
the roads of history
a map of lies
with stolen minds
a fool to you
to have meaning is easy
to remember is scarred
opionated friends and endings
all weaved into
and through
around and everyone comes back down
with no good news
no answers from within
no reconition
a sorrow that stabs back
letting you know
your locked in

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Speed of Light
by
Travis Ray Cole
Like a serpent wrapped around a cross
lost in the crossroads
where the unbalanced dice are tossed
in lives I can't cover the cost

It's going to turn
It's going to turn on me
it may take away tomorrow
and leave you indifferent and free
at the speed of light a change of mind
the light at the end of the tunnel
will lead you nowhere
except over the line
It's going to turn
It's going to turn on me

wait your turn to change your destiny
and in a second destroy the memories
break loose from the grips of the hands of time
that could never hold onto anything so freeIt's going to turn
It's going to turn on me
it may take away tomorrow
and leave you indifferent and free
at the speed of light a change of mind
the light at the end of the tunnel
will lead you nowhere
except over the line
It's going to turn
It's going to turn on me

It's going to hurt inside
way down somewhere deep
strip you of your pride free you of your beliefs
painfully change your life
It's going to turn on me

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Prisoner
by
Travis Ray Cole
Pull the axe out of my mind
free visions unleashed
release your own psyche
unchain whisperd memories

forget what we leave behind
future definations decieve
destination the same dream
restraints cut to deep

prisoner of life,shackled feet
its to short to live in chains
all locked with heart and mind
love wont let go of me
a million answers to one question
saying nows the time to break free

freedom locked to the past
a prisioner inside a dream
escape yesterdays lies
interpret the minds questioning

freedom never really existed
just a lie to me
run away from myself
while you stand inside a dream

to death is a common tie
a lie on the breath of heart break disease
so tell yourself you love me before you lie to me
theres no such thing as real love
and without them nothing could be free

prisoner of life,shackled feet
its to short to live in chains
all locked with heart and mind
love wont let go of me
a million answers to one question
saying nows the time to break free

forget what we leave behind
memories on sandy beaches that were never there
look for your name in the credits
pretend that love is fair
locked to yesterday
let the lies be
prisoner of life,shackled feet
its to short to live in chains
all locked with heart and mind
love wont let go of me
a million answers to one question
saying nows the time to break free

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Day 4258=In the daylight
by
Travis Ray Cole
By now only jesus has seen the beatles
and only some leads will set us free
if there is no solo
no one will be alone in that degree
If you don't find your way home
there wont be no home left to leave
picking up cards off the ground
rip it apart and let it bleed
its all faded and clouded
go on and open so I can see
blues is hard to bleed
theres no feeelings
that leads me away from here
dodging holes in the floor of your treasure hunt
looking thru a window of truth
expecting to divide the river of winnings
equaling none
into something that was never there
while the night breathed the sound of motion
a pattern of lights jumped off the concrete maze
as a reminder of the world up there

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Popular
by
Travis Ray Cole
Recreating whats already been created
if you paid your dues before thier due
another class of decieption
leaving reality to borrow from you!

cutting deep into the winds throat
spitting it right back at you
stabbing hearts this side of tomorrow
left alone enought to look like a fool

leave the life you call the circus
give me more than just proof
emoutionless greed laced hunger
with leaders to rich to tell the truth

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Transparent Reflections
by
Travis Ray Cole
Bieng the object of a side show goodbye
drawing near a close to a short time
that could only mean
there was something there in the first place

with as many yesterdays as history bothers to calculate
could only bring the ending nearer as the free
give a rebirth to the dreams to waste

armed with lines premeditated
that would say whatever you want them to mean
while you still have nothing without your effort
a soul that lies unspoken
saying nothing
in an attempt to flush out death
into apethiec reasoning
killing it with a power moving the darkness
into a direction other than where
it burnt thru in the development phase

as with microscophic eyes
looking into the lens deplicting the weakness
unmeasured by optic rays uncensored in
pschodellic resinated haze
encompassing the retina
freezing her look into memory

believing that a glance would last forever
and hide until morning the apoligetic reasoning
that disappears with the dawn

how could one look for tomorrow
when theres music inside each day
when theres no answer from anything nothing
unsaid endings acculmulate
when theres life in a world unknown
to the animal inside

would they breed fear into our society
with pain of guilt
a fear to feed upon
feed into
out of concern knowadge would be replaced
and run thru thier blood
like spiders to crawl
upon you in a web of lies,a nest
where I place my head to take my sleep
and without this there is no point no laughter
in how the maker or your answer
when its raining
should begin to record memory in fantasy
a moment choosen
worth more than blank space
when the new is washed into a pool of blended effects

when the wind takes
the place of water
mistaken for rodents
chewing thru yesterdays musuem of sounds
you try to replace
and a wave of loudness
overwelms and evaporates
into an atmosphere clouded by warmth
and echos back across the morning
taking more than it could ever replace

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Polution
by
Travis Ray Cole
They try to live in your dumping grounds
breathe the posion air
prey to a hole in the ozone layer thats three times the size of the states
and drink the waste water thats not H2O

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The Angry Customer
by
Travis Ray Cole
AS THE VOMIT DRIES
PEOPLE ARE CRING
AND REMEMBERING THE LIES.

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Painting the Crossroads
by
Travis Ray Cole
Right on the line
while distracting colors of thought
travel your mind
thru the intersection of take
into the vanishing point
etched across midnight
stars that used to shine
born to this universe
world of lies
I come to this intersection everyday for months
looking for you
how many times a day
Ive come to this intersection
to find you with him
now digging in the garden
memories buried only a friend.

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At the Point
by
Travis Ray Cole
Where your look ,your touch
the warmth
is turned away rejected in anger
nothing matters
closed mind to scheduled lies
and years of cheating alibies
a shame to treasure memories
when like a snake she would strike
and turn on you
someone somewhere has been hurt by this
waste of a hallmark
a very late goodbye
a hope for emptyness

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Dying Inside
by
Travis Ray Cole
There's a street with a guitar lead
a thousand miles of home
a gunshot in the distance
a leader turned poet

and your look,touch of warmth
it's turned away, protected by anger
in the middle of thier lies
we would only have each other

wipe the death out of your eyes
baby snakes refuse to die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
turn to stone then you die

I miss the morning light
giving away all the answers
its at the point where
no one cares if nothing really matters

a closed mind to scheduled lies
losing focus in passing time
an emptyness named goodbye
giving away more than glances

wipe the worms from your eyes
baby snakes refuse to die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
turn to stone then you die
turn away begin to die

like a snake she would strike
evil eyes its only life
take away every tomorrow
out of cruelty the passion dies
stab seventy thorns in my side
because bleeding means nothing
dying does'nt matter

you don't have to lie awake
stealing thoughts unkown
close your eyes when it hits
the end of a soul let go

rip the snakes out of your eyes
and they refuse to die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
turn to death begin to die

in a dreams way out of night into day
dont look this way hell will never change
theres no good way may love rest in peace
come to me in my sleep

lies dance thru sentances
meaning love is'nt why
while there is no answer on your finger
the trigger is hard
your lips so dry

snakes slither thruogh trees
as rats run around me
spiders drop from the ceilings
and hell burns down in seas

tear the snales out of your eyes
a hundred times over
they still die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
inside death we say goodbye

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With You Gone
by
Travis Ray Cole
Who's going to rape the population
and bleed sorrow
a leaders empty remorse
a laughter filled with lies
out of order definations
now replace the dull grey skies
and sentence a generation to corruption
you don't have to run from denial
It's not only through windows
that the street describes
the the blood like taste of life

you can hear it if you listen
the exhaust still breathes
even after the engines die
like a dozen other winners
the girls in the wrong place
re enter treasuring misery
submitting newfound advice
as you steal enough mirroring
and preach your good time
then finally turn on yourself
to subscribe to a pack of lies

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We'll hunt forever
by
Travis Ray Cole
Only after I've killed the anger
let it rain danger
the every yesterdays tomorrow
away into somewhere
there's a light at the end of the darkness
and hatred leads the way
as the anger is released
the weapon unfolds into the easy hand
of a stranger
an old enemy turned friend
betrays me one more time again
but to lose you must have something
and forever is backdated
by the howling of the wind.

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In between us there is daylight
by
Travis Ray Cole
The ugliness that seperated the lines of beauty
the soul could'nt save
the nails that hold onto tomorrow
if ever there was a breath that I would want to keep
a memory saved
in place of yesterdays divided loves
the hatred traded for soluitudes
a reason to be left alone
could thoughts reinvent questions
could I lay in a bed of roses
with you and not feel anything but your soft touch?
in between us there is daylight
what eclipse in the darkest midnight
could deny the smile you cause
an echoed song in the wilderness
where anything as wild as this could run
would the streams turn into rivers
and into seas as the pressure builds
inside one look could cause
an avalanche of warmth mixed with lust
wrapped around a summers night
a world turned into dust
falling stars now mean nothing
as reality lies untouched.

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Evaluations
by
Travis Ray Cole
Theres bones left in the alley
where the cats can't reach the mice
the fresh milks all turned sour
waiting for a clue or reason to vote
from the peepshow spie holes in the shower
inhaling cat piss with a fan
theres crows in the yard
picking at defeat
mixing medias secret cameras
trying to keep it inside
projecting vomit with your very own sattlelites
collecting reciepts not knowing what they're for
not being a veteran
no part of him died in any war
and I thought I was a man of peace
where did you get your ideals
the undergrounds out of reach
she was blonde like honey
couldnt fly or sing
politicized roads to nowhere
hate crimes for wishes
like lottery numbers in the chinese government
a rash rotting through seeds
returning glances back to yesterday
an empty lens lost postcard
now a new cancer blesses you for free
shes all mine a cartoon asset
coughing up a lung on her sleeve
the answer is bingo analyized
and a valentine is something you keep

they called wanting money
but there was only disposable humour content
not worth a spell
but mr. bojangles is dead
and work song woody retrieved
so its solved in some minds
its halloween so toilet paper the seat
the once removed scrub criticized
repeat flushing signs
I still cant afford to feed the telemarketing disease
I see the phone ringing
on the plate of I know you don't want to know me
but money is only greed.

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Praise pregnant with compromise
by
Travis Ray Cole
Two on a power trip inside one mind
alias after alias intertwined among dictatorship
praying to credit claimed
recieving awards dressed like Jesus Christ
under a veil of smiles
irrevent only because you don't get it
phases flowered
like another revelation of anger inspired
destructive dance with a verse of bullets in your head
PhD in critque
from the school of ignorance
to me the defination of scroll
interprepts
bieng flogged at the shanty farm booksale
with I cant write
so its alright
that I can not spell a complete sentance correctly

The classical chemistry of the twisted
militant edition of genius
her dedication to the bard of her choice
unearths hidden pedestals
aborting obscure alterations
and germinate only to edit popuarity
recieving reversed passion like
a nuculear fallout of infectious criticism
bleeding out adjectives of hate
in exchange for psychology
failing Literary Spirilla Bacteria 101
monitoring the self induced non-poetic
media’s of paint by numbers archives
responding like a collector of prisoner semen
clearly a hero of opionated
pigments of hate energy
random words reproduced in a binary fussion
under microscopic examination
squeezing maggots out of the skins
of half sentances empting malignant wounded
paragraphs onto projected vomit washed sand stone
recycling misspelled fungi floating
on the surface of every attempt at art
pissing a fresh coat
of a full color spectrum of blind anger
onto a lovely corpse in the attention river pronounced "Java Flush"
washed down with an overdose of lies,like big tobacco
admiring the namedropping hearsay
Winston Churchill was bipolar too.

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Return
by
Travis Ray Cole
Her heart beats like a drum solo
containing as many rythym patterns
as the number of vows
we shatter with time
looked into each others eyes
meaning nothing noone else matters
hearts stop
she is still every thought
every lie sold
dying memory
drenched in the sweat
of empty dreams
receptively alining themselves
with noone elses nonexistant soul
motion stealing vision
in a morbid sense
I decide on nothing
eclipsing life
reflecting the heat of the sun
like a heatless summer
drawing lines against the grain
of every crossroad we pass
alone in thought like cannons aimed at pain
leaving gravity to feel
high speed strobe flashing
eyes move with lies like traffic
a glance at the rain
Her tears rust the guitar strings
the moon hides away the crosshairs
the sun is set
there must be something left inside
her smile gone from her lovely face
somewhere it is written she is mine

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YOU and ME
by
Travis Ray Cole
I watch violins bleed
I chew threw the rings you show me
fine jewlery jealosy
I drink your dirty bath water
stare at the arched curve of your feet
I hear the drums and steal from your wasted dream
I steal from your wasted dream
I see there is tomorrow in the darkness
and death is so far away from me

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Strange Lies
by
Travis Ray Cole
Forked broken loaded ribs
as I try to make it up
to lust colored eyes

I promise her deep into her eyes
the truth is
her and I
on the page where she agrees to the apple that
poisoned
witch
the hunt is over
move the mood
as the full moon lights the tiled voting booth
empty ballroom
we prayed to
I compromise
against hot porn
And I will buy you anything
in asile eleven
within the means of cardboard furniture
to renew our vows
and bet on the new wars
you are still my soul mate for now
and for the curse to be removed you must die
dance to the sound of the wind
leave me with nothing
I steal wings from the angel of hell

call someone else for the under tow measurement
call yourself for the help

wild horses all have mange
uncombed

but the price of animal
fence accounts
stained on your boots
my thought was routine
guru and I are atheletes
and if he didnt have all those crack sores on his face
you could see that
as domestic as car payments murder aniverserys

she left him and works all night at the gas station
while her ten year old helps out until she gets tired
and sleeps in the warm car until six

They are checking my sides for thorns scars and pain
frisking me for guns and love

for you I jammed in the garden
drank the water
tasted the red hairs
refused to wear your ring
in trust
looking thru radon dectors
filming thru the microscope lens
thrust thrown away
back into the well
for you my only
none
outlet camaras
cardboard furniture
on sale
telling me the
paper
you call money
I worked all day for is nothing
looking inside
I look past all the rotting hell
the only thing that came from heaven is
the only love lost in the garden was

and a grandfather clock made in indonesia
marks the empty moments of your life
lies lust listen
theres clevage
clevage that goes so far that it isnt even on a map
skirt split so far that I hope I never close my eyes again
I will not miss the movement
she was a winner
tomorrow she will win again
I will never get a super model in the coach house unless
I forget about the art in the crack house
even if the crack whores are having a two for one sale

I will never get a super model in the coach house
unless I get a gibson guitar
and like the unchallenged brand name
her sex was untouched
you know it was like a cadillac commercial
and I will save the next dance for your sister
and treat her like her retail value was that of a playstation2

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Against the Grain
by
Travis Ray Cole
Ocean wind tunnels
across veins and memories
melting celtic imaginations
cubism mind kite weapons
generic dream panic
rotting cypress nurses
and joker wizards
dance with choke holds
rumoured incognito speech glitches

Design addicted savage fugitives
respected humming machine chill
raining tribal beauties
bleeding burning reapers
dead roses
scar dragon skulls

Classic demise of tributed love
never feeling lies fade away
snakes wrapped around crosses
through time laughing at money and pain
barb wire chains on heeled whores
out of the grave

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Words without a page to bleed on
by
Travis Ray Cole
The fog glazed the snow colored moon
as cold as your reflection
as sharp as the broken pieces of mirror
in empty memory laughing at the future
your lips over glossed like wet kisses
speak my name with yours
casting spells whispering lies
love finds you
as your fine black hair lays across mine
as I taste your dream and breathe your words
You abandon me

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Where are the Gods?
by
Travis Ray Cole
Battle ship games and radar lies
search and seizure
drunken stupor mothers milk is legalized
Prison penpals and mail order brides
draining support groups tied to rule books
of meaningless words that don't apply
everybodys free to choose and someone will decide
all my love and words
about freedom bieng a lie
all my hope,dreams and feelings
baptised inside sarcasism
out of blood
sold for a glance out the window
bought and tossed aside
refugees dance across the empty ending
owning nothing but garbage
stabbing heels through dirty eyes
never going no where
minute hand openly hides
its not the acid thats bad
media medicine mixtures
of coverage reported
singing one side of the story
its not a ten step plan crying
eleven home abortions drying
you voted for them to decide
thirteen times
sewage paste ice
bath tub speed and the wrong diganoisis
every other time
do you thirst
ugly porno surprise
naked tobacco taste
spit into the sky
buy into the true alibi
make love to the war machine
and feel so alive
you are the answer
burning violins with ten thousand goodbyes
reading letters from political heroes
around the fire
eating nothing
stealing identities betting on confusion
until all of it was over in your mind
still he remembers running with the tapper
and hiding under the spotted flags
hurting forever when the lyrics meant nothing
and the leads burnt in
like shock treatmeant
red was warm
electric was sinful
low on blood but still alive
nothings melting

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A Ballerina to believe in
by
Travis Ray Cole
She walks on toes across my path
the clouds drop heaven into the gardens
she could dance,cry,or kill on que

my nakedness hidden with the armour
that surronds my machette my machine guns
the morning of eleven sundowns
and eyes that watch my movement
run off into the empty air

stale and stolen
her lips lust frozen
with kisses from another God
the branches empty of life
alone in the cold dead winter

I look back into her eyes
only because I lost something there
and never bothered to question what
while breaking the puppet strings
I see your bet one vision
and raise it two dreams

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War Crimes
by
Travis Ray Cole
With only the skies to hide under
all the Lords gather in rain and thunder
like blood thoughts dry inside the drum
all the gods will return to the grave
and you will be the only one

fate and destiny will change
my only chance to fade away
the only path I'll follow you down
tombstones replace all my friends now

the only song we don't play
you'll bleed for me someday
out of your mind debts paid
kiss the wasted blood away

in prayer you summon the unwanted
toss aside the valued for nothing
look thru the art to keep yesterday from haunting
designed thoughts to believe in something

in hell you lust for disease
recycle religions
hypnotize and seduce me
money and idols breed sadness
I'm sorry,there is no free

in the confusion
I walk away
leave everything
it means nothing
theres no reason to be afraid

all the Lords lead you to false answers
lies line the walls of the greatest castles
the Gods we've choosen don't see us
and they themselves are worth more dead
it's time to walk away


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Giving back all my Crosses
by
Travis Ray Cole
She could have
stood on the quarterdeck
and told me anything
diamond rings
and I would still feel the same

I would not remember the past
if you were tomorrow
with yesterday in my sites
you talk her out of nothing anyway

To brush your long hair back
and whisper underground in your
ears
eye
ears
eye
I don't care what time it is
here is the unwanted crown
what more could you want
follow me around
I don't want her,now......


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Fetus Cancer
by
Travis Ray Cole
Fetus breathing carbon monoxide
fetus living inside trying
suffering inside your pack of
lies
feed us cancer fetus cancer
breathing poisons bleeding
heartless kind


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Frozen Rivers of Thought
by
Travis Ray Cole
May we never taste the freedom
never get away
look into each others eyes
hold the answers
thrown away

May we never feel the wind blow
and whistle thru these chains
run in open fields
watch our shackles rust in the rain

Scar our memories
with barb wire to keep us in...sane
dream the same nightmares
in the color of pain

Believe the lies they sold us
and never think again
and eat the media medicine
even though we know
its the wrong prescription

May we never love each other
or have the sense to be afraid
of living a life alone
and freeze our hearts
throwing dice like wedding rings


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Yes Dear
by
Travis Ray Cole
Sick personals
and mental massages
washing down
brown nose shavings
caressing compressed
images of humiliation
a salute to elapsed pride
and hidden manipulation
an open monatary trade
where feelings
are equal to nothing


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Love Cancer
by
Travis Ray Cole
Locked in the prison
you've created for my mind
as you steal my last breath
with your razorblade kisses
mind game goodbyes
designed and blueprinted
poison for the heart
stained with breakdowns
guarded by shadows
forced rejection
warned by lost recieption
static loop alarm
your to good for words
stop the camera


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Kiss
by
Travis Ray Cole
Slithers across me
wrapped in stained silk
sliding nylon over the roughness
shiney glossed glistining pink lips
tasting deep kisses
drinking melting memories
love
swallow the truth and spits out the lies
told in heat
lust colored eyes
sexier slightly open


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Cockroaches in the oatmeal
by
Travis Ray Cole
The Lords
biting heads off bats
littering the international waters
endangering the free oil slicks
bullet in your head
turn in your drugs and your badge
to die for
oil fields in the ocean
ignorant midgets in charge of
propaganda delivery
cameras in every cell
slaves without hope steal to eat
damaged precision tuned instruments
busting guitars like it was sex
trying to cut the chains


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Hide behind my Guitar
by
Travis Ray Cole
I hide behind my guitar
from the words you say
I can't see you
thru the music I play
like a shield a wall
the notes pronounce words
that are never said
flowing into my head
theres nothing on the other side
and this world is mine

solid wood guitars with machined brass
scratched with pain
hollowed out holes in place of a heart
wired with a soul
warm amps and overdriven tubes
a weapon that could erase your existance
an addiction creating dependancy to freedom!


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Nice Day for Suicide
by
Travis Ray Cole
The aborted flower opens up
dead
a breech of promise
loaded modified egg contract
dead flowers and nice things to say
drying
crumble into dust
dirt extract
cloned plastic pretend obituaries
breeding coathanger parasites ripened
embryo exchange
protest analogies


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Cemetery Road
by
Travis Ray Cole
There is no body I want to know

Don't look at me with those eyes
don't waste your love on someone
you'll never know

I won't be here very much longer
theres someplace we all have got to go
and there is nothing left at the end of the road
don't look for me
don't look for me down at the end of cemetery road
theres nothing for me there anymore
and you don't know me
like before

everyone changes
my minds the first to roll
we keep on movin'
we keep going
roll over your soul

there never was any real love
no fantasy girl to chain me
with hearts and roses lost in lead solos

there never was a ghost in a piano
that could
look like her
and I don't know if it was sex or music
any any more
and what kind of guitar she would be
stuck in my soul
lost in my mind
like tears and dead roses
down cemetry road
there is everybody I ever cared for
the jam is over
the blues are a derivitive of hurt
the turn around is painful
only speed rips out its throat
with nothing in the memory
spells out the honest truth
leaves out the part where we lose
as hard as a tombstone
theres nothing meaning nothing
theres nowhere else to go
all the frets are taken
all twenty four
and bending what is left
somehow we return
only to live for gold
well there wont be any
out there I hope you know
theres no more reason
answers or feelings
lies to believe in
and no one left to hold
so don't come looking for me tomorrow
down cemetery road
no don't look for me tomorrow
down cemetery road.


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Overdose
by
Travis Ray Cole
Barb wire puppet strings
hammer on
bending neck strangulation
changing keys like locked dreams
slide across love notes
making your heart bleed warm
turn around feed back screams
speed means everything
can't you feel it crying
clean
so raw
dying


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Free Confessions
by
Travis Ray Cole
Standing in line
for the clown whore
sanding rust off the
crown she wore
anywhere you are
any media for background noise
tobbacco stench and used up toy
flames painted on her thieghs
wrapped around sticky lovesick lies
anywhere you want to be
laying under chains
heartless pain
bunny ears fade away
a bad taste turned to day


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Shadows
by
Travis Ray Cole
Empty shadows cast superstition
spells as hollow as your words
chills walk from death
hell is waiting crosses standing
visions are free when you open your nightmare
while weakest,sickest thats when I see the most
it is your love that choose you to lie to me
the wind howls as dogs cry
I always see hate thru window payne eyes
walk miles inside of nowhere
kissing another chained ghost goodbye
and hold the cold hand of nothing
sleep with death to hide from the enemy

life


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New Mic Girl"{Talking Microchip
by
Travis Ray Cole
And I want my turn
reconstructed old dancer
microchip in her head
with math,numbers and everything

And she feels like a mother to me
whore mommy
or a devil horned guitar
painted flames on her thieghs
like a gun to my head
bullet to my brain

Like the knight in shining armor
I am here to save her from all this
but shes not worth it and I leave her there
but I want my turn


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Coffee Ground Rodents"(bags of dirt
by
Travis Ray Cole
Burnt lawsuits into history
scalding
the cup is broken
glazed taxed fired
depression
only half broken
styrofoam cancer sweetness
caffeine filters exhale
a medicated love
unmedicated love
priceless drainage
the bitter taste
spilling all over your worry
belching for minutes
java junkie
sanctioned by the lack of war
cheap stained teeth
stained awake
boiled white out mind
orange tea lies
cut
sugar cube rotting
sleep is nowhere in sight


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Betrayed
by
Travis Ray Cole
Turn your back on me
like you don't know me
cold steel razor blade eyes
laugh at me
the day I die
kick me when I'm down
stabbed in the back
I carry the weight
spit out your song
you leave me for dead
in the crowd alone
its lies we live


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In your room
by
Travis Ray Cole
Your the one that invites me
not a second to soon
these pictures on the wall
explain
you to me,defining you
four walls that could never hold
a girl like you
You lie and try to hide me
in your room
in your room
like a ghost you'll always find me
somewhere inside of you
as shadows erase the daylight
and hide from the moon
when thoughts are illusionary
death music tries to sooth
theres one place
you'll always take me
in your room


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Useless Emotion
by
Travis Ray Cole
Shot in the face
your eyes
stabbed in the heart
take my place
in open arms
because I don't love you
anymore
take back all my words
and promises fool
that don't mean nothing
and never did to you
when your dead nothing will matter
money is love
lies
and I can't live like this no more
a down payment on the blues
I'm living for you
a clean heart
like alley waste
cut into have a taste
somethings you can never own
some people can never have homes
watch me bleed,in chains
can't get away
heroes live the blues
hope I pay my dues
before I die or fade away


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Hell's Six Strings
by
Travis Ray Cole
Her body fire
the heart of a thousand ghosts
a voice of her own
crying
the secrets
alive
steel lined soul
beneath metal chains
teeth that chew through wasted diamond inlays
onyx crosses wrapped and woven with your hair and mine
soaked in my lost blood
scratched with the truth of life
my pain resinated inside
wire minds echo splitting notes
multiplying octaves
asorbing energies
reversing polarity
pounching,stomping freely on the dreams
that lustfully stand in the way.


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Heart Bank
by
Travis Ray Cole
At the drive-up window of the bank
when the cashier inside said his name to sweetly
nooo.. She did'nt like that
and repeated it
ridiculing of the entire banking system
with one call of his name
he thought of mattresses and love parody


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Cool Air
by
Travis Ray Cole
The lazy summer twists away into nothing
dwindles into dust
leaving cold feelings on my shoulders
like the wind blowing more than a breeze
across the high grass field of dreamless escape
from nothing but the freedom of self


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Sex and Tobacco
by
Travis Ray Cole
Oil spills,contaminated water
lab sample analiysis,damaged animals
additionally dumped waste products
in the hot morning sand


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Road Dreams
by
Travis Ray Cole
Drain drift dream
nowhere nothing
re-enter startled
realizing where
suddenly blurring
lights stream heart jumping
wide awake relieved
wondering
within the wall of lines
haze of night
sleep and drive
kiss the median
eyes open
do it again
road moving
signs reaching
living engine
drain drift dream
nowhere nothing
re-enter startled
relizing where
reaching for the wind
to keep life from ending
awaken


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She's Complicated
by
Travis Ray Cole
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


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


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


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Asbestos
by
Travis Ray Cole
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 tumors 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 he's wearing gloves
put it in a bag and wash it off later
all gone all clean no harm done
Except for his family
he brought it home to for protection
even the rats died with this one


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Losin' the Dream
by
Travis Ray Cole
A..../....../..../.....G.....
I'm losin the dream
A..../...../..../.......G...
I'm losin the dream
E../..../......./...../..../...../.../..../...../
I got no answers ,I wanna be free

I'm losin the dream,losin the dream
got no answers actullay
I'm losin the dream,Im losin the dream
so so long I've waited to see
trade it away it'll be better they say
you'll get a new one another one any way
Im losin the dream Im losin the dream
got no answer I wanna be free
Im losin the dream Im losin the dream
got no reason I wanna be sane
its fading on me.its fading on me
it hurts to much this reality
Im losin the dream Im losin the dream
the confusions too much wont let me be
Its fading away I'll trade It away
got no reason its made me in sane
the illisions to much reality
move in the drain move in the drain
same old same old love hate thing blame it on me blame it on me
the confusions to much won't let me breath
its confusion me its confusion me
all I want is you with me
chains on me chains on me
cant walk or run I cant even breath
losin the dream losin the dream
Im waking up to insanity
it use to be it use to be
I got no answers I wanna be free


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


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Postal Worker
by
Travis Ray Cole
BAD SYSTEM,BAD,BAD
postal worker postal worker postal worker postal worker
POSTAL WORKER POSTAL WORKER
Woody Guthrie Woody Guthrie
J.F.K. J.F.K.
worksongs worksongs
the post office should sell fast food


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The Wind
by
Travis Ray Cole
The air is moving in a circle
the leaves spin like its a drain
the noise of things rolling around
the noise of things rolling away
the wind is in your face today
the cold air is moving round and round
the answers lies nowhere ahead
the chill is making you shilver
the winds unlike the water
listen to the rivers
puzzing riddle theories
habitual freudian series


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Take One
by
Travis Ray Cole
guilt pain like a religion
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
parody


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Second Hand
by
Travis Ray Cole
I've got a poetress in waiting
and know a girl who could lie thru a dream
I know I'll never get nowhere
theres no inside to you it seems
if we hesitate to sleep on it
tomorrow may mean retreat
I've got no more time to waste on
someone who does'nt know what I mean


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Subliminal implant
by
Travis Ray Cole
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.


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Nice View
by
Travis Ray Cole
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
anything in life
but she only takes
as I dream
theres no answers to save


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She was'nt there
by
Travis Ray Cole
How she looked illamainted in the dim light
with big spanish eyes
she seemed to be glowing bieng impregenated
a sight
leaning againt the many crates of
iiradiated matrieal she was the dream of the warehouse
she was the past
she was'nt there
only a ghost of art
there was no dream.


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Where is she remedy?
by
Travis Ray Cole
Where is she,remedy
fail by omitting
where is she
thought if she wanted to be with me
where inside here
gaming
on a law of averages
i love her
fail by missing
where is she
only
only


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Because I love you
by
Travis Ray Cole
Trading tombstones teaching television
recieving happiness in a nest of lies
values not reflecting value
world stops to ask us why
does it register to the focused mind
maybe you are mine...trying...blind...high

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

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Burning Cattle
by
Travis Ray Cole
Mass slaughtered
a dozen diseases
trench graves
viris crisis
infected farms
national disaster tourism
smuggled overseas meat
another mass grave
millions
burning animals
cull and dispose of
wrongly buried
dug up and reburied
infected carcasses
contaminated water supplies

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Genetics
by
Travis Ray Cole
Black hair and brown eyes
blond hair and blue eyes

blonde hair and brown eyes
black hair and black eyes

black hair and green eyes
blond hair and blue eyes

red hair and green eyes
white hair and grey eyes

brown hair and a bottle of die
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President's Choice Greaseburger with Cheese
by
Travis Ray Cole
I wish I was alone
with you on an Island
you wearing your cavewoman outfit
eating roots and berries
keeping each other warm with body heat
having sexual contact with the local population
making sure not to handle monkeys dog and cats
not drinking anything with ice
not eating any dairy products that are not pasterized
and staying out of fresh water
watching the sun set on the oil slicks
and fishing out next to the oil rigs

Jesus christ pose
by
Travis Ray Cole
Air space
close to god
airstrikes
reduce population
unemployment will drop
like cessna's out of the sky
nelson mandella is waiting in the wings
arrest me with a bullet
radar eyes

Abandoned Machines
by
Travis Ray Cole
Leaving
winded sighs
slightly dusted tracks
secrets a long way from home
lets rent reclusivness
trading looks spilling lies
without the vibaration of sound
sell conversation
just to throw it all away
at last her hobbies include
messing with my head
when its cold
three chords
could solve this problem
two testaments
could'nt tie us together
one toungue
could speak the truth
about a hunger that could never be
enough to parody both of our existance
the hype we are feed
of open mikes empty air and knives in bed
the warm brick that hides you
empty thoughts minus broken reason
hate engines inbetween us
wasted breath divides circles of lies inside dreams
index
- Saturday, June 30, 2001 at 23:36:40 (PDT)


Hey you fucking cat litter freaks!!!!
What the hell has this site turned into??
Pandoraslitterbox.com?????
Speaking of the stench of cat piss.......smelled
Jayme's breath lately??? Just kidding.....it's much
worse....something like fat girl cunt and garlic.
YYYYYYYYUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ode to the FAT FREAK.
alwayshatingyou.com
- Thursday, June 28, 2001 at 23:13:30 (PDT)


paper maggots

welfare called for you at work today
your hanging up on dept. of children and family services
and clapping to loud when iM trying t0o take a two hundred dollar order
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 28, 2001 at 13:25:12 (PDT)


shopping cart vacations
saviors with dandriff
shavings
fat invisible spiders
stripes of snot on your sleeve
ear wax collectables
worms inside the tumour
tumours inside the worms
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 28, 2001 at 06:39:33 (PDT)


Ah, what's love anyway?
Who knows, who cares?
Let's just get it on!



Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 27, 2001 at 00:00:19 (PDT)


I'd like to thank everyone
who made this moment possible
thank you
- Monday, June 25, 2001 at 22:09:19 (PDT)


"beauty contest standings"

The new marylin monroe
won many times before
and truly beat out the bartender
in this and most of the previous episodes
today she recived her winnings
a free soda
===================
last weeks winner in the mind game contest
and overall cuteness
also defeating the bartender
won a free soda
{COULD STILL BE MISS JULY?}

==========
latino goddess
and the first place winner
and title holder
of miss june 2001

got away from me
{thats why I'm so depressed}

her winnings= {her flavor}
a butterpecan milkshake
which she gave away
I had no ideal she was going to wear that
- Sunday, June 24, 2001 at 23:08:51 (PDT)


"saying goodbye to the princess while you cheat on me"
{thats hillbilly whose pissed off}
anyway
anger
while you cheat on me

the princess got away like I said
and of offerings
of church and prostitution
its a fine line for lunacy
windows into the night
and your names changes like the skies
you move on away
taking everything you'll leave behind someday


abandoned machines

I will leave you
your all I've got
winded sighs
slightly dusted tracks
secrets a long way from home
lets rent reclusivness
trading looks spilling lies
without the vibaration of sound
sell conversation
just to throw it all away
at last her hobbies include
messing with my head
when its cold
three chords
could solve this problem
two testaments
could'nt tie us together
one toungue
could speak the truth
about a hunger that could never be
enough to parody both of our existance
the hype were feed
of open mikes empty air and knives in bed
the warm brick that hides you
empty thoughts minus broken reason
hate engines inbetween us
wasted breath divides circles of lies inside dreams
free as the garbage lying in the streets
- Sunday, June 24, 2001 at 00:11:09 (PDT)


yeah shes cute but its not worth it
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 23, 2001 at 00:20:19 (PDT)


abandoned machines

I will leave you
your all I've got
winded sighs
slightly dusted tracks
secrets a long way from home
lets rent reclusivness
trading looks spilling lies
with out the vibaration of sound
sell conversation just to throw it all away
at last her hobbies include
messing with my head
when its cold
three chords could solve this problem
two testaments could'nt tie us together
one toungue could speak the truth
about a hunger that could never be
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 23, 2001 at 00:12:20 (PDT)


"Slamming the Toilet seat"

I wake up
you wake up
slam
slam
slam
I wake up we all wake up
slam
porcilan elvis
disco nixon stamps
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 21, 2001 at 23:23:20 (PDT)


keeping it real with ugly cattle women
from off in your street
I miss the puppet strings making fiction bleed
gina christ
gina christ
gina christ
darrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 21, 2001 at 23:19:48 (PDT)


"EEEHHWL"

I would'nt fuck you
if somebody gave me a thousand dollars
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 21, 2001 at 23:17:06 (PDT)


stab me in the heart
look into my eyes
leave me nowhere
tell me two more lies

cat box cat box cat box stench


Anonymous
- Thursday, June 21, 2001 at 23:03:03 (PDT)


blow my fucking brains out
blow your fucking brains out
blow my fucking brains out
blow your fucking brains out
spit into a sea of laughter

my valentine with an attitude and anger
the only one for
nothing never
nothing ever
leave me alone
make it better

lie to me
I don't care
I won't be there
and we'll never have anything together

someone elses wife
dull sharp knives
the blond
the bartender
roll around and make love to your money

I want to marry a mexican hillbilly
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 21, 2001 at 22:50:25 (PDT)


this site used to be so dignified and smart,
now it is down the tubes and gross.
u people made this site stupid.
Krystal DrayGon
- Thursday, June 21, 2001 at 07:24:06 (PDT)


Im sorry honey,
todays winner was blonde
Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 20, 2001 at 22:56:28 (PDT)


"Back to the drawing board"

the tri-level catbox

three seperate levels of cat box fun
heated with copper coils air circulated
with each levels own micro fan complete with a PH test kit and out board scratching post carved by native americans in thier own habitat
breaks down into sections so you can take it camping boating,on a picnic
each level has its very own camara
so you can monitor your pets progress
please tell me this aint no test
- Wednesday, June 20, 2001 at 22:53:50 (PDT)


let the slamming of the toilet seat begin
Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 20, 2001 at 22:42:06 (PDT)


"I could never leave all this"
Sure the promise of running off with her and getting an apartment with cable and then eventually not paying the cable bill sounds fine,
but I could never leave the
fumes of the cat box and the surprise liquid foot massages in the kitchen,hallway,and living room floors
gushy not even saving it in tupperware
if I could combine the two
I could have everything anyone every wanted
she might do my laundry and cheat on me
road cones might eventually turn into road horses
and the cost of two 6 volt batteries per road horse
could end up costing more than the unpaid cable bill
but if she had a job at the video store we could
veiw the entire index of movies that are accessible
and then there may be medias of boredom
slamming the toilet seat down
may scar the shit out of the pets
overflow
overflow
overflow
overflow
overflow
in the floor
spam rolls expertise
I could never leave all of this
the cat box never ends

GO MY LITTLE ONE
YOU CAN FIND A BETTER LIFE
WITHOUT ME
for I am destined to die here in the hells of the cat shit walk way
a runway
where the pets model turd burrs on their tails
and the mental paients model cat shit between thier toes
cat box pooluza
the perimeter of the cat box annexed
into infinity mutliplied by pie or pies if you will
golashes and fins the kitty litter exam
they found lumps in the sands of time
and sprinkles of kitty litter in every corner
of the house
save me from this hell
pajama girl
run with me like a doors song to nowhere
but the pet cemetery
christ walked thru miles of cat boxes carring the cross
for us the asbestoes kitty litter
"ez flush"making a cheese in the
soup box

I will leave the tumourous feline
oh maybe we should get it shots
you bastard
you shall wallow in the kitty litter all of your days
cat box poetry
- Wednesday, June 20, 2001 at 05:51:29 (PDT)


"The thin line between the catbox and the kitchen floor"

Checking the catbox for lumps
road cone rage
the floor covering deptment
pretzel log warfare
Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 20, 2001 at 04:14:15 (PDT)


blocking artistic pretzel logs
hidden behind road cones

Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 19, 2001 at 17:14:54 (PDT)


the land mine specialist
secretly plants piles in the path
to and away from the cat box
his mission never complete

fill it up
with regular


Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 19, 2001 at 09:11:33 (PDT)


What is love?

constant kisses.
humble hugs.
knowing who the individual is
inside and out.

glistening glances.
tender tears.
as the pastor sais
death do you part.

lustful love making.
crying craddle.
sending it of to
a higher education.

love is what makes
the world go round.
Aaron Hennagin
- Tuesday, June 19, 2001 at 08:27:07 (PDT)


dear tra vis
hows about you write us a little dity
about how you are going to marry my daughter

Anonymous
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:58:26 (PDT)


dear travis
auntie gracie
was high-ly offended about the nun poems your wrote
so i regret to inform you
that you can not live with us
but you can still buy the beer
Anonymous
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:46:10 (PDT)


dear travis
its not about you
anymore
its so
marsha
marsha
marsha
fuck off

Anonymous
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:37:11 (PDT)


fuck you travis
why dont you write about
how i'm gonna kill that little bitch
if she dont stay away from you
and how your marrying me
no matter what anybodys mother said
and buying me a nice camaro
shit head
and put in a couple of lines about how you cant keep your eyes off of me
and drool everytime you think of me
Anonymous
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:34:00 (PDT)


Travis--
So are you mad that I asked
or that you obliged???

--Curiosity Kitten
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:25:32 (PDT)


Dear Travis,
why do'nt you write about
why I did'nt get no free pop
you asshole
Anonymous
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:06:22 (PDT)


Dear Travis,
How do you like my pajamas
and how do you plan support me
when we get married.....
if your mother says its ok?
Anonymous
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:04:25 (PDT)


Dear Travis
You writing is sucks
please do not
and if you do could you be about
the holy fucking princess always bieng on the phone?
Anonymous
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:02:17 (PDT)


Dear Travis,
why don't you write about people who steal
road cones to mark the spots on the rug where the cat
did not shit?

I hardly ever see poetry about that anymore and would like to see more of it
if possible?
Thank You So Much
Anonymous
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:00:18 (PDT)


big brown eyes
buying me brake fluid I don't even need
the girl whose never where shes supposed to be
Anonymous
- Sunday, June 17, 2001 at 22:36:46 (PDT)


"shit bags tumours"

when hes not shitting hes shedding
Anonymous
- Sunday, June 17, 2001 at 22:34:58 (PDT)


RANDY CATANE SAYS
THE CAT BOX IS LIKE SOUP!
Anonymous
- Sunday, June 17, 2001 at 01:07:49 (PDT)


dear travis

I love your work songs
and since I heard the bootleg tape they gave away at the soup kitchen
I haven gotten off welfare
and got two jobs
what was the name of that one?
"sublimnial self help"?
man,what an inspiration!
Anonymous
- Sunday, June 17, 2001 at 01:06:29 (PDT)


Dear travis
your dolphin poetry really fucking sucks
in fact everything you write sucks
could you write a poem?
I don't care what about
just could you write something that is not stupid
something nice like about that girl you are crazy about
and she doesnt even know you exist
hahaha loser
how about writing about how the lottery sells you a dream of a 94 cadillac with the little dolphin fins
so you can chili cruise with the little mexican that will never marry you
even if you were the last piece of shit on the earth
hahaha loser
or I know,why don't you write a real good one about the women of the pizza industry or nuns in the military
or how about virgins out on sheridian road
or the high class ladies in prison
or the ones that live in your coach house,asshole
why dont you do us all a favor and never write again

but if you have time could you write a nice poem about butterflies and toxic waste,20 lines or less
and make the first letter of each line spell out something
like in mad magizine
p.s.
oh by the way I love the poem about bertha
and was wondering if you are really into pregenent women?
Anonymous
- Sunday, June 17, 2001 at 01:02:19 (PDT)


she turns me on
like seven spot lights over six cat boxes
Anonymous
- Sunday, June 17, 2001 at 00:11:56 (PDT)


"I don't like the word favor"

How much herion does an old whore need?
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 16, 2001 at 23:38:02 (PDT)


I am ready to lose another one
non-existant to her
falling thru my fingers
like big clumps of kitty litter
falling
thru a volly ball net
like shells in a gaswar
only perfect
and she is to me
what stainless steel means to fast food
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 16, 2001 at 23:37:06 (PDT)


Dove
I'm there forever with my love,
i'm there forever with my heart.
I'm soaring like a dove,
with hopes that we'll never be apart.
with love in my heart, and a tear in my eye,
we are together like a dove is to sky.
for a dove only flies within love,
for my heart will never cry,
as long as there is a soaring dove,
dancing in the sky.
john walker
- Saturday, June 16, 2001 at 11:57:44 (PDT)


Dove
I'm there forever with my love,
i'm there forever with my heart.
I'm soaring like a dove,
with hopes that we'll never be apart.
with love in my heart, and a tear in my eye,
we are together like a dove is to sky.
for a dove only flies within love,
for my heart will never cry,
as long as there is a soaring dove,
dancing in the sky.
john walker
- Saturday, June 16, 2001 at 11:57:33 (PDT)


Dove
I'm there forever with my love,
i'm there forever with my heart.
I'm soaring like a dove,
with hopes that we'll never be apart.
with love in my heart, and a tear in my eye,
we are together like a dove is to sky.
for a dove only flies within love,
for my heart will never cry,
as long as there is a soaring dove,
dancing in the sky.
john walker
- Saturday, June 16, 2001 at 11:57:32 (PDT)


like a bullet proof vest of turd burrs
she closed her eyes to the rain
Anonymous
- Friday, June 15, 2001 at 23:56:35 (PDT)


"FORGET ABOUT IT"
The make shift light house/plunger was signaling to us with an odor
the sea of filth our substitute toxic dumping grounds
spotted across the living area floor
spelling out secret geographical markings
taking on new shapes
pictorial
water color wipings

sand,fins and wings
a dirty toiet bowl was home the anfibius cochroach
as the twin lakes
where no map marked the cat box under the bowl
just in case the the men folk in the tribe of institutional pschie landscapers missed
a museum of extracted excrement was collected
for time to be marked
yesterdays color reflects the past
dated by discoloration
drying stale powderized extra decoration
a soft attemp at liquid foot massage
and you thought love was blind
denial is like a giant close pin on the nose of
an empty box of pet diapers

wipe it off on the rug as an ism
the shit tumours enlarged enlongated expanded
and collected on the ass of the filthy diseased
rodent like feline
a stench of piss and shit dusted into the fur
like wasted soap on a trail of mud
dropping meow meow down the hole in the outhouse
engulfed in fumes like roses made of sewage
Anonymous
- Friday, June 15, 2001 at 23:50:57 (PDT)


But,I can get messages from a retard
written in the mushy sands of kat box time
with the cats ass sewed up
you do sew dont you?
he'll still shed the multi-flavored
turd burrs of the past
and I'll look into your taped over love scenes of you gazing lovingly in to the mirror
and compete with ghosts that dont exist
flush it down with garbage and the well balanced news
diet
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 14, 2001 at 22:42:48 (PDT)


come on melody you went back in time
and seen snoopy
hes just the same
like a big bob seeger song
hes a cartoon
hes not real
get it?
its just silly
- Wednesday, June 13, 2001 at 00:04:42 (PDT)


I will keep her for my own

I don't want two

shes just right,alright
raining notes ripping leads

none of its real
unless she belives
and I want you yeah I want you
like helos caught in powerlines
shes in my mind
like the sunday sun burning thru puppet strings
magnified solar systems drain
my thoughts bleed
heavens river she is a dream

a tremelo bar to divide feelings
the darkness eclipses my love blind lines
I try to accept reasoning
and feel the hot heart machines motor pump
my blood out into empty scripts and lost scenes
weighing money with her eyes
giving alway false souls for almost free
from now until end
you cant have nothing if you want nothing
she how her look stabs me
in my mind where theres nothing else I could want
all the past is wasted dead seeds
as new as the same notes twice as fast
- Tuesday, June 12, 2001 at 23:59:41 (PDT)


travis-
you'd think that you'd been left to die
all alone
over and again
where is your joy
do your eyes never leave
the dirty ground
the messed up places
the crooked faces
the sorted choices
choked up voices
cracked and bleeding
sucked and seething
wreckage of humanity
?
satisfaction
fulfillment
contentment
bliss
faithfulness
honor
beauty
kindness
compassion
don't you see these
?
don't you want them
for you and yours
?
it's closer than arms-length

The Promise
- Tuesday, June 12, 2001 at 20:40:57 (PDT)


tears of an angel
tears that don't fall
pain...rip your heart out
to cry teardrops that don't fall
crying teardrops that mean nothing
nothing at all
tears of an angel
minds been robbed
all my love and feelings
all of it gone
theres never been anyone
Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 12, 2001 at 00:23:13 (PDT)


dear travis,
I never even noticed you exist
your just conseeded and paranoid
get a life
and could you write a sonnet
about the mentally handicap man who rides to bus
who wants to be in the space program when they release him
and if you could mention what a great ass I have in lines 3,6,and 9?
not really that Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 12, 2001 at 00:09:32 (PDT)


Dear Travis,
you can fuck off eat shit and die
I am offically breaking up with you
even though we never even went out
to begin with
and I broke up with you first
so thats how much I love you and thats how fucking crazy I really am
so peace out
and I aint even gonna breed with you unless you buy us a seven hundred dollar television with the funny little cable link shit
the holy fucking princess
- Tuesday, June 12, 2001 at 00:02:10 (PDT)


Dear Travis,
Nice work on the dolphin piece
it is truly better than world peace
I would just love for you to sign my cats cast.
we learn something new everyday
cats don't fly but they love to watch flipper
Thank you
dirty disco davis
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 23:50:59 (PDT)


dear angelfish
can you write a poem about doing my laundry
Anonymous
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 23:42:16 (PDT)


Dear Travis,
can you write a poem about stop watches
because time always stops when I think about what it will be like waiting for you to come back home after we are wed
when your gone for the weekend to the islands with my sister
and could you ryhyme tock with axe murders
and tick with psycho-sniper
Anonymous
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 23:37:22 (PDT)


stuck in time
where no ammount of you can ever be enough
and i step away from myself and think--
--lord, what am i doing?
silly childish fantasies and hopes wrack my brain
until they're all i hear when you call me;
if only i could speak up and say what neither of us is willing to admit
god, how i want you
here with me
holding me
please
be with me
don't lie to me
tell me you need me
like i hear in your voice
everytime
Angelfish
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 23:32:46 (PDT)


Dear Travis,
Whata you doin' dude
your crap stinks
could you write me a poem about
bieng all out of cigarettes
or eating to much hagen daz and getting sick?
you can live with us if you want but you gotta buy the beer.
Ginger snaps
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 23:30:50 (PDT)


Dear Travis,
Thank you for the nice dolphin-god/save the tuna fish poetry
I had them printed on my christmas cards and the family just loved them
attached is a photo of me
after having my breasts signed
by six of the fifteen crapy bands at crappy band fest
where we saw fifteen crapy bands for fifteen dollars
also check out my new poem about my abortions
stella
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 23:26:29 (PDT)


dear travis
i stole a hallmark card from sears
is that plagerism
and am I now going to hell

P.S.
Could you write a short poem about the medecine I'm on
the doctor just changed it
because the last medication
was "the wrong medication"
and now they say it was a misdiganosis
and all I know is I'm a friggin guinina pig
and I'm on some new shit every week
but I never notice it until I drool all over my self
could you call it "medications" or medication of the week,but dont mention my doctors name because he'll sue me
and hurt my cats.
did I tell you about the time they captured me and took all my cats away?
I was at "The Home" for 2 weeks and when i came back they had let all my cats out
and nobody could feed them
but I still had the mice and the hundreds of roaches that like to live in the cat box
thank you
thank you so much
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 01:45:59 (PDT)


dear trAvis
keep up the good work man
could you write a five page story about
why they let me out of the mental institution?
and maybe later you could sign my cast?
sick in the head sarah
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 01:36:09 (PDT)


dear travis
thank you for writing the nice dolphin poetry
I asked for
for english lit class
but I still failed
I know it was'nt your fault
thanks anyway
why me
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 01:32:48 (PDT)


dear travis
face it dude
your shit just sucks
but I was wondering if you could write me into a song about
the hard times john mellon camp had growing up
and if you could mention something about
firestone tires,the rise and fall of edisel,and the weight loss program aunt bertha is suing for untold amounts of mula
thank you
write me one wilber
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 01:29:39 (PDT)


dear travis
your so called poetry really sucks
but i'm obsessed with you anyway
{thats how much of a loser i am}
so,anyways could you re write the
monster mash and make it about me instead
using the third and sixth lines from the united states national anthem?
its always been one of my favorites
thanks so much
P.S.
i WANT TO LIVE WITH YOU AND NEVER GET UP OFF THE COUCH
ever ever
request line ramona
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 01:23:47 (PDT)


dear travis
can you write a series of songs about my mother bieng
a crack whore on herion just to get off welfare?
and also if you could put in a line about my three brothers by four different colored fathers?
thanks again
requests
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 01:17:37 (PDT)


Uptown theater pigeon art
drop in drop out
money green meets white and black
pinstriped
open
zappas dead

"Listen to skafish"
whoaa
keyboard secret tape
haha
the underground band the pussycats


i met her at an estate sale....
er soup pantry line
bag lady baglady bag lady
bag lady bag lady bag lady
put on your pink shoes
tell me about eisienhower some more
honey get me a beer

my lifes a campout{a night at the coach house}
yes we smoked in jail using pages of the bible for papers
I remember revalations number nine
vacations

barbie meets bambi
a hundred blondes ago

Anonymous
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 01:10:58 (PDT)


"A vast and dizzing aray of odors"

the kitty litter was warm and soggy

Anonymous
- Sunday, June 10, 2001 at 00:16:58 (PDT)


Should not have inhaled that
Your memory lasts as long as my alveoli allow
olfactory nerves please fail me
Bastard Briefs Barelling Down, VIX
Watching inner eyelid theatre's third reprise

Your fingers never did the walking
But I sure know what did your thinking
with my luck
I'll give it up and have no replacement
and with my luck
I'll have nothing
what's the worst of two extremes?
I want my next life back
I only like my reflection in your toaster
you'll find another idiot to suck you
so get lost
so he's a bird
a melon
a 2x4
a lonely plastic grocery bag
It's all the same, it's just as well
just as fucked, same point ratio

I hated your 5 o'clock shadow
and your crappy accent
thanks for just *not* doing it for me
save your breath and lose my number

Eve
- Saturday, June 09, 2001 at 23:14:39 (PDT)


Oh, Travis...
I was hoping
you'd mention
your kids.
That's what I
like to remember
about you.
Thank-you though
- Saturday, June 09, 2001 at 10:24:01 (PDT)


bless you with the gods of the almost empty milk cartons
someones going to crack
midnite snack
panic attack
may the thearpy feel like cheese
and keep apoligizing endlessly
grazing on the poison nitemare
prozak suicide
medicate
mindless
magic
mental
missle crisis

little bo peep hits the strip

what is a song?

all out of insurance jokes
paying money I don't have for the saddest story

the retarded factor

the welfare poet action figures

"rat acid too obscure"

I got cat hair in my......
shoes,
bed,
toothbrush,
underware,
eyes,
mouth,
teeth

sleeping guitars
to scared to preach the rap
scheduled to die

timothy mcvies punishment
surgicaly implant small exsplovies in each limb
and set them off one at a time then,either a big one up his ass or just blow up the prison he is in
since phillip morris is building new prisons in each state now anyway.

two
rewire his microchip so he forgets how to wipe

pork pork

shift bitch

mixing lubercants with sand
poetry for housewives
sundial stages and sarcasim
empty tissue boxes and mental reasoning
false virgin
grauity
gate crashing
riot blue eyes
crying for money

the pschosis hour stretched into a month
confessing to the cab driver
texmex is best
yeah clevland rocks,as compared to colombus
its snowing
there can never be enough dandelions
classic acid rocks of rain

a hand full of notes
a toilet bowl full of hopes
sublimnal thought process of reclusive minds

budget prosper
problem correction
stun gun shock treatment
badge numbers and voltage regulators
free reprograming

crystalized tears
sorrys not enough
a bullet proof head
clay ceramic styrofoam radio

undermining
snapper snapper pap smear moon colleage
drinking drops of greed
prescription ad lib
adapting bizness man recollections
blistered feet of hiprococy
wounded dances of pointless anger shaped into pain
compressed down the barrel

letting the chips fall where they may logic
hows a woman with a moustache manage to get that pregnent
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 09, 2001 at 00:17:33 (PDT)


Travis, dear...
why do you stay
at this site--
it's brain acid
in the extreme.
I miss poems
from the planet
earth--
I've been
noticing you in
the spotlight
here & there
and wondering
if you might
be able to
distill yourself
into a single
poem--
200 words or less
something purely
you...
can you oblige me
and give it
all you've got?

The Favor
- Friday, June 08, 2001 at 23:41:30 (PDT)


maybe a little sad tonight
saw a reflection of my life
how could i have forgotten how i feel?
so long, so long
let go, ago my love
it's over done
the technical reason i won't have you back
is the small pebble on the large cliff that keeps me from slippin
goddam too much average poetry read goddam
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 07, 2001 at 22:15:04 (PDT)


Cadillac ranch

It was rust and open graves
some empty

'58 was missing
and it was 50 miles to the next town

it was almost like having a cactus for a heart



Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 05, 2001 at 01:35:37 (PDT)


blue and gold

winner
Anonymous
- Friday, June 01, 2001 at 06:42:44 (PDT)


i have nothing to say at all except:






Anonymous
- Thursday, May 31, 2001 at 23:58:40 (PDT)


quiet times are all i want
sleepy dreams of you and me remind me
of the sensual shadows of what we used to be
i can't get back to that place--
why is it so hard?
my fear becomes me and i am weakened
clutching at those shadows in my mind.
i want those quiet times with you again
lying in your arms, wrapped in security
wrapped up in you
angelfish
- Thursday, May 31, 2001 at 21:48:23 (PDT)


"#10 Dream"
I wake up to
cat glazed in flames a hundred feet in the air
saying mommy mommy tumours
counting turd burrs like money
laying in ones own shit
smashing your fucking brains out with a cold brick

"george said yous can tend the rabbits,but 1st you gotta clean this up"

clumps defining
shapes outlined with a soggy warm vapor
confined inside the four plastic walls
of the community cat box
shared with your love
cleansed
open for the heavens forced tears
beneath the commode
a blueprint to happiness
a tourguide to rocket science meets urine
for the men folk never miss
and noone ever shits in the aformentioned catbox
not even the fucking cat
grit you teeth its the future
and we have advanced
into 1635
hillbillys ahead of our time
loonytunes time machine beaches with leaves
to eat and puke out
humans are dirty
like plants with bugs
the bugs bieng your filth
pet
pet
pile

"Sump pump outhouse"
bad check
bad check
warts spread
those are her g spots?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, May 30, 2001 at 23:03:05 (PDT)


all that glitters
every grain
pours
asorbs
falling free

Anonymous
- Wednesday, May 30, 2001 at 20:42:45 (PDT)


the silent peacefulness
the sand unmoved
untouched
Anonymous
- Wednesday, May 30, 2001 at 20:20:07 (PDT)


No they were born still

Z
- Wednesday, May 30, 2001 at 16:54:15 (PDT)


Turd burr
coating orniments in the shag
an 8 by 10
uni-directional
cat box defense system


50/50
the box is half empty
the box is half full
its hit or miss
the chances are fifty fifty


shit talking
black play doh
plastic explosives
layed to waste
the toosie roll habit
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 27, 2001 at 09:26:35 (PDT)


My Everyday
The feelings that I feel between us
It is all most like being hit by a bus
Didn’t you feel anything that night
To me it felt like everything was right
The way our hands fit together
It was like we was meant to be forever
Or when you lips touched mine
Everything seemed just fine
But to throw all of that away
Just ruins my everyday.

shaggydadyy
- Saturday, May 26, 2001 at 16:05:30 (PDT)


Dry Spots
counting each grain in the bag
table top version of the desert
no palm tree
no cactus
a mirrage of dark brown
tootsie roll
Anonymous
- Saturday, May 26, 2001 at 08:49:57 (PDT)


>}:<
TURD BURRS
- Friday, May 25, 2001 at 22:58:18 (PDT)


Un-noticed droppings,territories and patterns

Anger the scent of denial
a dedication of sorts
chemical almost ammonia
burning the senses
inhale exhale
forcing fever,illness
caustic pungent acrid
a rainbow of brown
spectrum of hues
mixed until they become one
flowered with footprints
waste excrement expelled
undigested excuses
sprayed
within reach of the dining area
giving character to a series of sympathized
deliberate action
calls of the wild
refusal to conform
acceptance
for the love of life
room size super sized
cat box extravagances
Anonymous
- Thursday, May 24, 2001 at 17:48:44 (PDT)


its too late in the night to play lottery

fuck you like it was good morning

hand painted anlogies

defective tampon tumour
the best feeling in the world
is to get outta the shower
first thing in the morning
and step in kitty litter

baptised and cleansed
alchol rub down
============================

New Job Diet
get paid every two weeks
like cigarettes crack and herion
I need food
======================

flood water
thirst
ruin
waste

===============================
guitars more guitars

some bar chords and a few lies
some feed back
picasso blue eyes

a couple of bass lines
some bar chords and a kiss goodbye
with each new riff you come up with satan issues you another crazy stalker
fan,since the it is the work of the devil...the satanic tool the instrument
of
hell
the more riffs the more stalkers like an unpleasent odor

===================================
"Gypsy women,Gypsy Girls"
"The gypsy"
looking at me you can see the curse
lost at the crossroads
where I was born

"Heat wave" winter 8 months out of the year
who needs air conditioning
when you've got the breeze off the trains
if we keep bombing shit
its sure to rain
like the forth of july
like the forth of july
like the forth of july
like the forth of july

=================================
traffic like an army of ants
flys on a dead ///squriell///
heart like a tool
i can't see the pain with eyes closed
tied to the tracks
drifting to a higher power
a rock in your
shoe

tractors in the sand
playing the part of a ----------------
sundays best
graffiti
tears of the dead man
funny he never cried

===============================
"Hidden Whorehouses"
late for my interview
sittin' in front of court house littering
with high heeled women
and lawyers ///loittering
///|||
the brothel was burned
by the law

for it was against the law
=============================

"Holding a sign on the free way off ramp"
Fuck that -----------
Your not going to prostitute me
method

for you bizness
I'm not from that trailer park
///achient/// mobile home dumpings ground

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

"celebration,fine garbage day"

fallout
river scented pschodust
fungus infected microchip
auctioned afterbirth tool
lies inside yourself stealing goodbyes

reconstructed endings

head games head games head games
everyday I stab my self in the heart
your automatic is my missle
your automatic is my thought
apart from us there is dried blood
rotting on the spool
the stitches are doing more harm now
as decoration
your spell has replaced the lining of your mind
your heart leaving nowhere for love
along with the eleven lies against you

forces empty reason
blocking all meaning
only decieving
leaving my loss to you

anger whispered into nowhere
a song always finds you
and your the one that asked for magic
your the one that did'nt believe in even you
your the one that don't exist
and I'm the broken rule

angels broken lost from heaven
atomic sunbathing in the war built for you
all yesterdays run and hide
bare dry gardens provide hungry truths

and theres everything to believe in


reconstructing endings
reconstructing endings
=======================
=======================
"Composing disposals"
///orcastrating/// hunger
Slaughtering diease
millions in mass graves
farm nation
=======================

mustard stained
puppet master

lost at the crossroads
I was born at
memorizing the grid
rock sculpted face of souviner whore
bullet hole breath


"Poetry for Housewives"

out of cigarettes
many kisses
other women
clean sex
lesbian

not dyke
smoke
angry
empty
inhale
Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 22, 2001 at 23:05:09 (PDT)


I LOVE YOU
THERE ISNT A BETTER WAY TO SAY THAT
I NEED YOU
THERE ISNT A BETTER PERSON I KNOW
I WANT YOU
NO ONE ELSE COMPARES TO THEE
I MISS YOU
NO ONE ELSE MAKES ME FEEL THIS



I KNOW ALL THESE THINGS
I KNOW YOUR PERFECT
I KNOW WHAT I WENT THROUGH WILL ALWAYS BE WORTH IT
BUT THINGS ALWAYS CHANGE
AND NOTHING GOOD EVER STAYS
IT WILL ALWAYS REARRANGE


AND THEN WHAT...

I LOVE YOU
I WANT YOU
I NEED YOU
I MISS YOU

ALL
O R
VE
CONFUSED
- Tuesday, May 22, 2001 at 16:32:07 (PDT)


Mr.Craig Miranda, you are a beautiful man!!!
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 20, 2001 at 15:05:16 (PDT)


honey I can't feel that cause my bra's too hard
Anonymous
- Saturday, May 19, 2001 at 19:12:42 (PDT)


I love you with your nipples color of pink pet erasers
Anonymous
- Saturday, May 19, 2001 at 19:11:57 (PDT)


"Love Poem"

Do some more of those arm pit farts,baby
and quit drinking up all the beer
why does it smell like someone shit in a bong in here?

The finest feeling in the world
is stepping out of the shower
1st thing in the morning
right into kitty litter
Anonymous
- Saturday, May 19, 2001 at 00:08:08 (PDT)


and chatter bot said
"I hope all your dreams come true"
And I say yes
to have built that art with him
make it all
everything I saw

I can only solve mathmatical equations
mathmatical
somewhere in the vapours of my rapid eye movement
dream's my only time
only time
the left brain drips

Felt the tints and light
built it and named it
showed his mom in her matching handbag and fine footwear
shocked her socks off
lucite panel after coloured lucite panel
and white women with red lips
worth more than your mansion,
more than her first-rate dining in dunes of soft sand
so Let's hear it for the eggplant
I made it
co-elaboration
Eve
- Thursday, May 17, 2001 at 22:07:00 (PDT)


Give me a P
Give me a R
Give me a U
Give me a N
Give me a E
!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh dear webmaster it's almost June
Can we mabey get a........PRUNE???



Love your site
and you too!!!






Sweetpantiesonthegirl
- Wednesday, May 16, 2001 at 15:20:04 (PDT)


the cold rain means nothing
leaving me with no soul
missing the hourglass
read between the stab wounds
settling stagnet
kissing the past
loving the ideal of tomorrow
as long as I'm nowhere around
broken sentances
bad timing
painful movement
ripping rusted gears
taste the sand
rocket grains of feelings
scheduled riccocheted laughter
dancing satan burns alive
burning violins and broken guitars
stuck inside time machines
time whispers your alias to the wind
leaving your heart empty
cities assign you a serial number
a ghost in a crowd
tells you its not easy to die
a salesman of life
runs out of lies
Anonymous
- Wednesday, May 16, 2001 at 00:48:59 (PDT)


who can say what is truly the works of the mad unless that person is mad himself?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 15, 2001 at 18:09:11 (PDT)


"Bag Lady Poetry"

Budget prosper
reprograming us this time
did'nt cost a thing
gratuity

urban / country
crack house vs. crack farm
logic shift security

The dinner table was set with full ashtrays
and mom was out of herion
so she burnt the babies with cigarettes
whose gonna feed the squirrels
a bag of groceries from each food group
sorrys not enuff
dull knives razors
stabbing mirrors memories
chipped axes
closed minded recieption
camoflage painted chips
problem
riot blue eyes
gate crashing
sleeping guitars
three wheel carts
reclusive refugee minds
refusal overload
wasted sand
shells glass
home made crosses stolen tombstones
rain washed
subliminal thought process
Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 15, 2001 at 10:12:27 (PDT)


REPLY FROM CHILD O GOD


I feel your guilt and see how quickly you defend your
works. I wasn't judgning your writing.....you put it
out here for the world wide web to see, so you might say that I merely formed an opinion. I found your work
to be full of depression, totally lack and devoid of hope or spirit of love, and your replies back that up.
Stop being so cruel and thinking so negative. OUR GOD
loves us all. You just have to want his love and seek
his diviness. Im only human, not judging any of you.
I know you all are beautiful writers in your own light.
Just hoping to spread some positivity and love your way. That's all. Don't be so quick to attack or defend.












STILLACHILDOGOD
- Sunday, May 13, 2001 at 23:51:15 (PDT)


"Have a great day"

~ "Hey, don't tell ME what to do"
*
If I wanna have a bad day, I will
and you're really not changing anything
please add to it
we can say what we want to here

please

exclude me from your "Mind In A Square Box"
Campaign
Thank you
^^^^^^^^^^^^
God is not limited only to the Sunday morning class
and it sucks how quickly you judge
how dare you assume to know me
We come as we ARE, remember?
or did you skip that sermon
did you miss out on that preaching

do as I say don't do as I do
- Sunday, May 13, 2001 at 12:40:24 (PDT)


WINGED PHILOSOPHY
Robbin with Angel's Wings
The Game
Same Question
Demon Seed
The River
What's in a name
How do you start over
Another Rose
War Room
Filth
Art of Way
Bread and water
Tattoo in mind
Lab rats lament
Mr.Microchip
Dream Catcher
Hi
Signal from nowhere
Smil@
Searching no more
I'd die for you
Inspired
Thought About
Moved
Wendy
The Finger
End of a dream
Sliding alternating thirds
Three of these
Ten Tomorrows
Blood Dust
Locked In
Speed of Light
Prisoner
Day 4258=In the daylight
Popular
Transparent Reflections
Polution
The Angry Customer
Painting the Crossroads
At the Point
Dying Inside
With You Gone
We'll hunt forever
In between us there is daylight
Evaluations
Praise pregnant with compromise
Return
YOU and ME
Strange Lies
Against the Grain
Words without a page to bleed on
Where are the Gods?
A Ballerina to believe in
War Crimes
Giving back all my Crosses
Fetus Cancer
Frozen Rivers of Thought
Yes Dear
Love Cancer
Kiss
Cockroaches in the oatmeal
Hide behind my Guitar
Nice Day for Suicide
Cemetery Road
Overdose
Free Confessions
Shadows
New Mic Girl"{Talking Microchip
Coffee Ground Rodents"(bags of dirt
Betrayed
In your room
Useless Emotion
Hell's Six Strings
Heart Bank
Cool Air
Sex and Tobacco
Road Dreams
She's Complicated
Church Words
The High Priest of Lake Shore Drive
Asbestos
Losin' the Dream
Eye of Newt ,Pigs Eye Newt
Postal Worker
The Wind
Take One
Second Hand
Subliminal implant
Nice View
She was'nt there
Where is she remedy?
Because I love you
Burning Cattle
Genetics
President's Choice Greaseburger with Cheese
Jesus christ pose
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 13, 2001 at 00:44:24 (PDT)


DIONYSUS
(Deus ex Vino)
EURIPIDES

SOME MAIDENS:Thou Immaculate on high;
Thou Recording Purity;
Thou that stoopest, Golden Wing,
Earthward, manward, pitying,
Hearest thou this angry King?
Hearest thou the rage and scorn
'Gainst the Lord of Many Voices,
Him of mortal mother born,
Him of whom man's heart rejoices,
Girt with garlands and with glee,
First in Heaven's sovranty?
For his kingdom, it is there,
In the dancing and the prayer,
In the music and the laughter,
In the vanishing of care,
And of all before and after;
In the God's high banquet, when
Gleams the grape-blood, flashed to heaven:
Yea, and in the feasts of men
Comes his crowned slumber;then
Pain is dead and hate forgiven!

OTHERS: Loose thy lips from out the rein;
Lift thy wisdom to disdain;
Whatso law thou canst not see,
Scorning; so the end shall be
Uttermost calamity!
'Tis the life of quiet breath,
'Tis the simple and the true.
Storm nor earthquake shattereth,
Nor shall aught the house undo
Where they dwell. For, far away,
Hidden from the eyes of day,
Watchers are there in the skies,
That can see man's life, and prize
Deeds well done by things of clay.
But the world's wise are not wise,
Claiming more than mortal may.
Life is such a little thing;
Lo, their present is departed,
And the dreams to which they cling
Come not. Mad imagining.
Theirs, I ween, and empty-hearted!

DIVERS MAIDENS: Where is the Home for me?
O Cyprus, set in the sea,
Aphrodite's home in the soft sea-foam,
Would i could wend to thee;
Where the wings of the Loves are furled,
And faint the heart of the world.

Aye, unto Paohos' isle,
Where the deathless meadows smile
With riches rolled from the hundred-fold
Mouths of the far-off Nile,
Streaming beneath the waves
To the roots of seaward caves.

But a better land is there
Where Olympus cleaves the air,
The high still dell where the Muses dwell,
Fairest of all things fair!
O there is Grace, and there is the Heart's Desire,
And peace to adore thee, thou Spirit of Guiding
A God of Heaven is he,
And born of majesty;
Yet hath he mirth in the joy of the Earth,
And he loveth constantly
Her who brings increase,
The feeder of the Children, Peace.
No grudge hath he of the great;
No scorn of the mean estate;
But to all that liveth His wine he giveth,
Griefless, immaculate,
Only on them that spurn
Joy, may his anger burn.

Love thou the Day and the Night;
Be glad of the Dark and the Light;
And avert thine eyes from the lore of the wise,
That have honour in proud men's sight.
The simple nameless herd of Humanity
Hath deeds and faith that art truth enough for me.
EURIPIDES
- Friday, May 11, 2001 at 15:37:20 (PDT)


This Is Goodbye

I am melancholy, I miss you
And all the years we went through
So many great thoughts and happy times-
The realizations and the rhymes
You were the one standing by
When I came to you and not the knife
And you got me high enough to see
O're the hatred filling me
Those deep thoughts pounding in my mind
In Solitude on the mountain side
And when with you my soul was found
As we gazed below at the ground
Within our cave on Mount. Sublime
Talking away endless hours in time
But now I must be going, friend
I'll miss you, perhaps we'll meet again
& I decend back to Bablyon once more
Where again I'm far from Euphrates' Shore.

C. CASH
- Friday, May 11, 2001 at 15:10:06 (PDT)


This Is Goodbye

I am melancholy, I miss you
And all the years we went through
So many great thoughts and happy times-
The realizations and the rhymes
You were the one standing by
When I came to you and not the knife
And you got me high enough to see
O're the hatred filling me
Those deep thoughts pounding in my mind
In Solitude on the mountain side
And when with you my soul was found
As we gazed below at the ground
Within our cave on Mount. Sublime
Talking away endless hours in time
But now I must be going, friend
I'll miss you, perhaps we'll meet again
& I decend back to Bablyon once more
Where again I'm far from Euphrates' Shore.

C. CASH
- Friday, May 11, 2001 at 15:10:04 (PDT)


does a bear dookie in the woods?
Anonymous
- Thursday, May 10, 2001 at 00:51:09 (PDT)


TO: Child of GOD

Message: Mind your own business. Don't judge what we know or who we pray to by our words on a website. If you have a problem with this, email me. We'll straighten it out.

Thank you.

Paradox Jaded
- Wednesday, May 09, 2001 at 14:43:14 (PDT)


"Hell's Six Strings"

Her body fire
the heart of a thousand ghosts
a voice of her own
crying
the secrets
alive
steel lined soul
beneath metal chains
teeth that chew through wasted diamond inlays
onyx crosses wrapped and woven with your hair and mine
soaked in my lost blood
scratched with the truth of life
my pain resinated inside
wire minds echo splitting notes
multiplying octaves
asorbing energies
reversing polarity
pounching,stomping freely on the dreams
that lustfully stand in the way


Travis Ray Cole
- Tuesday, May 08, 2001 at 23:30:29 (PDT)


thank you sweet LORD
for all that you have
given and all you stand for.
My prayer is that the writers
of this site find your love,
and peace in time. There is
such sadness among these personal
feelings that are being banged out
on their PC's. Seek them JESUS and
wash them in your blood and in your
holiness.




Child of GOD
- Tuesday, May 08, 2001 at 23:02:41 (PDT)


Crawl


Crawl inside my mind
to stick a needle in your vein
and feel the spiders creep up your spine
Crawl
You know you crawled to the moon on your hands and knees
but you keep telling yourself it must have been the alcohol
Somewere in the back of your brain
you see, you feel
the colors make you go insane
your body is dead
but your mind is like a runaway train
Fall
there are a million things to do
but you know there isn't anything like getting tall
Never been to church, and don't believe in God
but always pray to your dear Saint Paul
Call
cry out to the night, when you're all alone
it isn't hate you seek, but love you wish to maul
You don't know the difference between fantasy and your reality
but you know this ain't Oz and you're no doll
So when you're walking that fine line
between insanity and art
just know what is yours and what is mine
and when you ride the rush
take your time, don't push
becase you might just fall off the wall
in your mind
Paradox Jaded
- Tuesday, May 08, 2001 at 18:13:59 (PDT)


For a while I looked at her body
then I looked at the resin stain
on her thumb
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 06, 2001 at 22:54:31 (PDT)


More cardboard furniture for you,my sweet
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 06, 2001 at 22:53:37 (PDT)


"SPANISH PANTIES"

Red and black
white
black lace
tan
turquise
blue
dark blue
baby blue
mint green
three coats of nylon
covered with fish net
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 06, 2001 at 22:51:50 (PDT)


"Genetics"

Black hair and brown eyes
blond hair and blue eyes

blonde hair and brown eyes
black hair and black eyes

black hair and green eyes
blond hair and blue eyes

red hair and green eyes
white hair and grey eyes

brown hair and a bottle of die
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 06, 2001 at 22:26:21 (PDT)


not going to find it
in your canned beats
and it isn't coming from
the blue pine tree hanging from your rear-view
either
yeah, I thought it was yesterday
the only dosage meant for
M E
arm in arm
with left field behind
he wastes by the door
quite a shame, really
- Saturday, May 05, 2001 at 19:38:52 (PDT)


Yes, I suppose that it would be nice to be with him this evening
And perhaps I will got to the store with him tomorrow
Maybe even go for a swim some night when there's nothing to do
and I can even prefer his company over someone else's
But if you came to me and asked me one thing.......
Oh I would love you more than any other
And drop any other boy from my memory like a hot stone
Too fast to even leave a mark on my palm
And instead feel your palm, rough and soft and firm, just like always
Oh! I thought I had forgotten it! What comfort, how natural! Was I truly born to grasp this hand, day after day, all my life, through joy and tears and rich and poor and sorrow and love?
I thought that the other boys hand would push it out, cover it up, the ghost of your touch.
But no. As always, you have returned, and so have I, to this old place. And we always knew. Always, always. Time may pass, others may temporarily hide our memories, and pictures may gather dust in the meantime, but....
Here we are
You and I
As always
Anonymous
- Thursday, May 03, 2001 at 12:32:21 (PDT)


thats like smoking your last crack rock
and not signing up on welfare for more
Anonymous
- Wednesday, May 02, 2001 at 22:54:34 (PDT)


a pear tree liver
jumping over fences
3 am
and not a wink in sight
I wish for the
infomercial sound in your voice
to set me free
somni-nothing, frankly

nighttime formula my ass
Eve
- Wednesday, May 02, 2001 at 20:53:58 (PDT)


"Potasium Nitrate"

Potasium nitrate mechanical pump
rockwool respriation
pressure valve
heart tissue transplant
cloned battery cell core
machined roots under the winged surface
seeding acidous eggs
ingesting air
milky buds bypass
intersection of government chemicals
laced with spider blood
rotting in the mind monitor garden
feeding her salt peter and grapes
in the germination area
Travis Ray Cole
- Tuesday, May 01, 2001 at 22:01:07 (PDT)


"Another pound sign drawn on the apple"

Aerodynamic worm gravity
shading
yellowing
blood stained
organic dental chart
chewing the core of your seedless heart
compost waxed fellings
extracted from the canvas
Travis Ray Cole
- Tuesday, May 01, 2001 at 21:55:11 (PDT)


"String me along"

Thorns rip my eyes open
with no bed of roses
to lie you down in
shredding the run ways behind her
asking me for nothing
I agree to anything
release the doves
bashing me in the head with the butt of your rifle
Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 01, 2001 at 21:47:46 (PDT)


"Remember When"
Remember when we we're kids
and the whole family used to run into the room
when we heard the computer come on
and amercia online say "you got mail"?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 01, 2001 at 17:34:30 (PDT)


solatude and lonlyness walk hand and hand down the rode .will i ever
escape there cold stairs there conuishion,the nothingness in my own heart.
the felling of being by myself when i have 5 friends in the next room.
i am hanging myself on the invisabel noose in your hands strugling to get
my balince befor i fall for good.Some day i tell myself.but was it all just makebelive
Is there really nothing for me?As i walk down this rode of hopes with solatude on
my left and lonleness on my right i tell myself one day.But am i just trying to make
myself feel better?In some fucked up twisted way i think it is true.
I open my eyes to look around but all that is there is darkness.................................



sorry about the spelling i suck
DANIELLE L. KIRBY
- Tuesday, May 01, 2001 at 15:34:33 (PDT)


{TRADITIONAL}

"Jouneyman Plumber"

Hot on the left
cold on the right
shit flows down hill
and the bossman is a son of a bitch.
hot on the left cold on the right,shit flows down hill,and the boss man is a son of a bitch!
- Monday, April 30, 2001 at 11:04:15 (PDT)


is'nt it the boss man is a mother fucker
thats the way I heard it
and I thought the title was just the first rules
of plumbing?
Anonymous
- Monday, April 30, 2001 at 11:02:18 (PDT)


{TRADITIONAL}

"Jouneyman Plumber"

Hot on the left
cold on the right
shit flows down hill
and the bossman is a son of a bitch.
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 29, 2001 at 00:39:30 (PDT)


I'll never forget the day aunt stella
found a lump in her salad
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 28, 2001 at 23:57:20 (PDT)


I LOVE HIM .......I LOVE HIM.......I LOVE HIM.......I LOVE HIM.......I LOVE HIM.......I LOVE HIM.......I LOVE HIM
sweetness
- Saturday, April 28, 2001 at 20:54:37 (PDT)


Confusion

So many choices now
Uncertainty where once the path was lit
Where shall I go from here?
The future looms ever so near
A future of endless possibilities
Yet I feel chained and shackled
By this newfound freedom
Waiting for the opportunities to come to me
One day I may once again
Have the courage to seek them out
And make the future mine
Darrian
- Saturday, April 28, 2001 at 05:02:51 (PDT)


your so beautiful
when your angry
pout when your mad

iced eyes wide open
taking nothing back

yes your radiant
but I can't see you

I can't tell if your there
the one I'll never have
a million times over
emotions change
but the passions still there
Anonymous
- Friday, April 27, 2001 at 07:06:38 (PDT)


so what if they're painting the roses red
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 26, 2001 at 22:33:28 (PDT)


complications set free loom in my cluttered head
and i melt into this wierd little puddle of confusion
i see you and touch you
so real
so reality
and i'm at ease
happy
far away i tense and my world constricts into anxiety
what have i done?
do i want this
do i crave freedom
splitting headache again
lost temper
angry words
why do i do this to you
why do i do this to me...
your angel
- Thursday, April 26, 2001 at 08:36:10 (PDT)


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
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
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 20:43:46 (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
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 20:25:20 (PDT)


can't be you not me
save nothing
lie safely to yourself and dream
die every time blocked
no more history

truth taken
quit mistaken
mind full of mystery

crazy love waste
mind twitch drainage
remember you not me

look away
watch nothing taken
leave a memorie

Wash yourself away
rinse yourself away
wash yourself away from me

tomorrows better
recall never
only in my dream

nitemare opens
stagnet hope reveals only
hate you to believe
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 20:12:38 (PDT)


you have no ideal what you want and your wasting
my your life time
dont you realize reconize
your mine
theres no one else for you
goodbye good luck get lost get
one more time
i dont want to break the spell you put on me
i dont wanna die to be free
i dont want to have to break you
steal your heart part two
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 20:08:37 (PDT)


lust for thee..
only me
I want you alone on the hottest summer night
to have and to hold until forever
I want to bathe in your love
drenched in sweat love only knows
the closer we get
I want you only you
to never let you go
as hot as it is
Its you you know
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 19:37:11 (PDT)


is love enough?
i want
i want and want
i believe

i love
is she in touch
i dream
she rips it apart
a cloud with fog
a picket fence
god made heels
shes an angel heaven sent

magic
is she
love and lust
i love her more than love is love
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 19:35:38 (PDT)


my words are wasted
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 15:01:10 (PDT)


its not about love or hurt
or happy
its about spreading
kitty litter all around the room
next to every wall
kitty litter
in your shoes and underwear
and in a triangle shape in the freezer
so the martians don't jump down on earth
and eat us alive
sorry this was'nt the standard twenty lines
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 07:08:04 (PDT)


wheres robbin?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 02:03:47 (PDT)


I thought I knew you
but what I had known was perfect
I loved spending "MY" time with you
but I realize now it wasnt worth it
I thought I loved you
But "YOU" was not real
I thought I would hurt never again
But now I must heel

Thanx to you....


I'm Broken



IhOpEyOuRhApPy
B- - - - - - -
- Tuesday, April 24, 2001 at 16:29:55 (PDT)


Where's Robbin?
Anonymous
- Monday, April 23, 2001 at 08:59:20 (PDT)


"dream catcher part 34"

who the hell really cares
im really sickened now
I could take her out to the gas station
or fast food drive up window
buy her a new fender for christmas
is she crazy?
is she melting?
click your heels together
be my helen hunt
do my laundry
walk on my back
and close out the account
heres some chocolate and silk stockings
believe in the roosevelt machine
sign up on welfare
put a grandfather clock on layaway
greasy chicken
wishbone
you been fuckin' batman ain't it?



"Jesus christ pose"

air space
close to god
airstrikes
reduce population
unemployment will drop
like cessna's out of the sky
nelson mandella is waiting in the wings
arrest me with a bullet
radar eyes

"Overdose"
barb wire puppet strings
hammer on
bending neck strangulation
changing keys like locked dreams
slide across love notes
making your heart bleed warm
turn around feed back screams
speed means everything
can't you feel it crying
clean
so raw
dying
Anonymous
- Monday, April 23, 2001 at 01:08:32 (PDT)


no doubt with her eggs as spring is here......
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 22, 2001 at 07:32:59 (PDT)


where's robbin?
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 22, 2001 at 05:50:40 (PDT)


I'm doin' flyers.
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 21, 2001 at 13:29:12 (PDT)


I'm doin' flyers.
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 21, 2001 at 13:29:09 (PDT)


wheres robbin?
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 21, 2001 at 06:01:02 (PDT)


Subject: Where Eagles Dare by Therapy?

Where Eagles Dare as covered by Therapy?

This is on Violent World -- A Tribute to the Misfits.

Note: A=10, B=11, etc.

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There is nothing particularly complex in the song, although my tabbing of
the rhythm is probably way out. Just listen to the song to figure it out
yourself. In addition, the solo isn't right -- it's actually a bit more
flowery than what I've put down. Oh, and there are two guitar parts (one
of them plays a lot of slides down for a lot of the piece). Also, there's
some sax. I haven't tabbed that part yet.

Final note: there's a pre-chorus bit which is just A5 and G5 but there's
a little pause in there. I haven't tabbed it yet either. All in all, a
nice incomplete bit of tab!


A5 G5 A5 G5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
D|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|
A|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|
E|5-5-5---5-5-5---|5-5-5---5---3---|5-5-5---5-5-5---|5-5-5---5---3---|

A5 G5 A5 G5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| x3
D|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|
A|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|
E|5-5-5---5-5-5---|5-5-5---5---3---|5-5-5---5-5-5---|5-5-5---5---3---|
We walk the streets at night We go where eagles dare
They pick up every movement They pick up every loser
With jaded eyes and features You think they really care

C5 F5 G5 C5 F5 G5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|5---5---5---5---|----------------|5---5---5---5---|----------------| x2
D|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|
A|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|
E|----------------|1---1---3---3---|----------------|1---1---3---3---|
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby, babe

A5 G5 A5 G5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
D|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|
A|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|
E|5-5-5---5-5-5---|5-5-5---5---3---|5-5-5---5-5-5---|5-5-5---5---3---|
An omelet of disease awaits your noon-time meal
Her mouth of germicide seducing all
your glands

C5 F5 G5 C5 F5 G5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|5---5---5---5---|----------------|5---5---5---5---|----------------| x2
D|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|
A|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|
E|----------------|1---1---3---3---|----------------|1---1---3---3---|
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby, babe

A5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
D|7---------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
A|7---------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
E|5---------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|

E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
D|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
A|4--5--4---5-4-7-|4--5--4---5-4---|4--5--4---5-4-7-|4--5--4---5-4---|
E|----------------|--------------5-|----------------|--------------5-|

E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|A---------------|A---------------|A---------------|A---------------|
G|--9-6-5---6-5-9-|--9-6-5---6-5---|--9-6-5---6-5-9-|--9-6-5---6-5---|
D|----------------|--------------5-|----------------|--------------5-|
A|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|

A5 G5 A5 G5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| x4
D|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|
A|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|
E|5-5-5---5-5-5---|5-5-5---5---3---|5-5-5---5-5-5---|5-5-5---5---3---|
Let's test your threshold of pain Let's see how long you last
That's happened in your rape On bosoms of your past
With jaded eyes and features You think they really care
We'll go where eagles dare Let's go where eagles dare

C5 F5 G5 C5 F5 G5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|5---5---5---5---|----------------|5---5---5---5---|----------------| x2
D|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|
A|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|
E|----------------|1---1---3---3---|----------------|1---1---3---3---|
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby

C5 F5 G5 C5 F5 G5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|5---5---5---5---|----------------|5---5---5---5---|----------------|
D|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|
A|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|
E|----------------|1---1---3---3---|----------------|1---1---3---3---|
I ain't no goddamn son of a I ain't no goddamn son of a

C5 F5 G5 C5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|5---5---5---5---|----------------|----------------|5---------------|
D|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|----------------|5---------------|
A|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|----------------|3---------------|
E|----------------|1---1---3---3---|----------------|----------------|
I ain't no goddamn son of a Bitch

I got a bit carried away

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This transcription was done by Alex Kruczkowski (alex@roman.demon.co.uk).

You can find the web's most comprehensive archive of Therapy? tablature
at .
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Anonymous
- Friday, April 20, 2001 at 23:55:40 (PDT)


it happened to me again today
i stepped right in to disarray
i dove head first in a world of hurt
got kicked around in the dirt
i asked for it i know i did
i must have done something wrong as a kid
i must deserve the pain i'm in
i must have committed some dreadful sin
i wonder if i can redeem myself someday
i wish that i could find a way
i need to be needed i need to be loved
not ever mistreated or pushed or shoved
i need a hand to guide me through
a voice of reason when i don't know what to do
a shoulder to cry on when i need to talk
a hand to hold when i need to walk
someone help me out of this life
someone guide me through this pain and strife
someone show me a way to the top
cause i'm falling faster and i just can't stop
Jennifer D.
- Thursday, April 19, 2001 at 14:12:02 (PDT)


sometimes it is not as easy as others
i quit pretending, i even quit lying
he is in love with her? i think it may be so
oh my heart will break again, and again, and yet again
before i am through
before i begin
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 19, 2001 at 13:06:43 (PDT)


some bar chords and a few lies
some feed back
picasso blue eyes

stare at your ass
stare at your ass
stare at your ass

a couple of bass lines
some bar chords and a kiss goodbye
I'm leaving you
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 19, 2001 at 12:06:18 (PDT)


serene thoughts float through my head in your presence;
away from you they crash and explode in chaos
i can't understand where these mixed emotions come from
and how i'm supposed to tame them
i want your tenderness
i want to be happy and carefree with you
i want this uneasiness to go away.
your angel
- Thursday, April 19, 2001 at 10:10:48 (PDT)


move geese
get along little doggies
wolf wolf
quack
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 18, 2001 at 13:36:25 (PDT)


flood water
thirst
ruin
waste

Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 18, 2001 at 07:16:14 (PDT)


Rio

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


Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 18, 2001 at 04:36:39 (PDT)


GOD

I only ask that you forgive me. Let him live another
life. I can't do it for him. Please salvalge my peace
and my well being, and keep US safe.

Please GOD.

Justagirl
- Tuesday, April 17, 2001 at 20:03:23 (PDT)


"Kill your guitar"
{Cowboy chords and a bag of crack}

Whoops I dropped your.. .. ..
you call that a guitar?
You can't sleep with it
eat on it or make love to it
it doesnt look like
the devil or fire

what exactly are you
trying to pull here

you have no guitar
no fine tuners,tremelo bar
or buckle scratches
theres no sweat on the neck
your bloods not on it
no string marks across the frets

showroom hundred and fifty bucks
is a guitar?

it dont even know who owns it
theres no power in
no magic
no energy

so let me put it out of its misery
with another

pieces of wood splinter

I want to hurt this finely tuned instrument
only
because it sounds like
pop
chunks of wood
pieces of metal fly
they are free
man made in another country
by someone a human bieng
with feelings
for
smash

like f holes in my eyes from tears

you see the trick is knowing how to end your guitars
with out causing harm to your self
or others
and splinter the splinters
then drill holes in them
I wish it was you
I had this anger for

I break the breakable
I live
I am a higher power
smash
shall I burn the busted unphotographed
satanic tool?

I kill the noise
I cant stand
only
because I can not play

very well

hahahahahahahahahahahah
haaaaaaa ahaaaaaaaah ahaaaaaahhahaahahaahaahahahaah
ahahhahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahah
hahhahaahahahahahahahahahahahah
hhhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaaha
hahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahah
haaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahaha
ahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahaha
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 17, 2001 at 14:48:34 (PDT)


Doors of a Life

If I play it will be for keeps
this you should know
before sweetness
in your soul does seep
theres no way of knowing
what life has for you in store
unless of course
you push open those doors
that you always dream about
and from now on quit pulling
so you can find your way out
and then dream them no more
scaredness of truth and scaredness
has you dreaming every single nite
of a life lived in each other's mind
of a life that could never be real
of a life belonging to the divine
of a life filled with scruples
of a life nutured by nature
of a life where two are one
of a life lived by both in the mind
free to fluxuate the storylines
you continue to pull and hide
when you need to push and live
making that a reality on the outside
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 17, 2001 at 08:47:51 (PDT)


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

Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 17, 2001 at 05:34:21 (PDT)


sweetness seeps into my soul
short curcuiting the brain
severing connection everywhere
I am a hostage to this thing


Anonymous
- Monday, April 16, 2001 at 21:42:40 (PDT)


Happy Post-Easter, Anonymous!
(?)


courtesy is the heart of her
it's only you I trip on
It could'nt be

such a goddamn waste
in my Sunday best
not pews but chairs
elbows touching but you may as well be in
Sri Lanka
we just don't go
don't mix
it doesn't work
oh how I wish we just got on
perhaps in the next life

when you're a grasshopper and I'm a lemon
Eve
- Monday, April 16, 2001 at 10:26:14 (PDT)


"President's Choice greaseburger with cheese"

I wish I was alone with you on an Island
you wearing your cavewoman outfit
eating roots and berries
keeping each other warm with body heat
having sexual contact with the local population
making sure not to handle monkeys dog and cats
not drinking anything with ice
not eating any dairy products that are not pasterized
and staying out of fresh water
watching the sun set on the oil slicks
and fishing out next to the oil rigs
Anonymous
- Monday, April 16, 2001 at 09:00:16 (PDT)


Happy Eve Easter.
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 15, 2001 at 21:04:14 (PDT)


HAPPY EASTER EVE!
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 15, 2001 at 10:19:44 (PDT)


blonde hair fools gold
not everything
love is blonde rotting
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 15, 2001 at 08:31:29 (PDT)


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

"War Crimes"
by
Travis Ray Cole


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


"War Crimes"

With only the skies to hide under
all the Lords gather in rain and thunder
like blood thoughts dry inside the drum
all the Gods will return to the grave
and you will be the only one

fate and destiny will change
my only chance to fade away
the only path I'll follow you down
tomb stones replace my friends now

the only song we don't play
you'll bleed for me someday
out of your mind debts paid
kiss the wasted blood away

In prayer you summon the unwanted
toss aside the valued for nothing
look thru art to keep yesterday from haunting
designed thoughts to believe in something

In hell you lust for disease
recycle religions
hypnotize and seduce me
money and idols breed saddness
I'm sorry,there is no free

In the confusion
I walk away
leave everything
it means nothing
theres no reason to be afraid

All the Lords lead you to false answers
lies line the walls of the greatest castles
The Gods we've choosen don't see us
and they themselves are worth more dead
it's time to walk away
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 15, 2001 at 08:30:13 (PDT)


Happy Easter asshole!
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 15, 2001 at 05:19:42 (PDT)


"War Crimes"

With only the skies to hide under
all the lords gather in rain and thunder
like blood thoughts dry inside the drum
all the gods will return to the grave
and you will be the only one

fate and destiny will change
my only chance to fade away
the only path I'll follow you down
tomb stones replace my friends now

the only song we don't play
you'll bleed for me someday
out of your mind debts paid
kiss the blood away

in prayer you summon the unwanted
toss aside the valued for nothing
look thru art to keep yesterday from haunting
designed thoughts to believe in something

in hell you lust for disease
recycle religions
hypnotize and seduce me
money and idols breed saddness
there is no free

in the confusion
I walk away
leave everyting
it means nothing
theres no reason to be afraid
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 15, 2001 at 05:18:49 (PDT)


"Might as well kill somebody and go to prison and have a better life"

Can't wash clothes
Can't watch television
Can't listen to the radio
Can't get messages
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 15, 2001 at 04:26:37 (PDT)


"The abortion flower"
death
open up dead

"The gypsy"
looking at me you can see the curse


"waiting for someone to die"

as you climb off the cross with flies eating at the sores
c clamps in the arches of your feet
bullet holes in your hands splinters in your head
sacrafice the goats the pigs
burn the cattle
kill the trees
the beauty contest crown
dead flowers
get off the cross
get off the cross

"it is'nt me"
I buy mirrors and don't look into them
making dolls with your face candles with your name
in the small box I break the mirrors
glue them to all sides
and in the coffin in the box you go
in to the grave
at the crossroads you travel in the path you walk
I place a fork pointing up and when you cross it
all your spell all your curses
reversed


"SPIT"
blood and generic macaroni and cheese
for your last dinner

while in the mental instition you
recieve messages
and watch television
recieve messages
and watch television
recieve messages
and watch television
recieve messages
and watch television
recieve messages
and watch television
looking out the grey bars
depression repression recession
looking out the picasso grey bars
of your mothering
looking out
into the free lie

with each new riff you come up with satan issues you another crazy stalker fan,since the it is the work of the devil...the satanic tool the instrument of hell
the more riffs the more stalkers like an unpleasent odor

"the configuration of the tumor on the cats ass in concordance with the moon"

we learn something new everyday,today we learned if you dump kitty litter all over the floor
the cat {not bieng a rocket scientist}now thinks the cat box got much bigger and dookies about the living space designed for NOT SHITTING IN THE FLOOR


"A fart in Church"
Judgement lowclass
Bleach blonde
Kathy was ready for the big dinner wearing the green
mini dress she was married in for the third time
{each one more legal in the eyes of socity
the being last one paid for by bitch hitler}

She had sticks of margerine for the children,each one recieving his or her own it being a hoilday and all

with rats on the table or mice and green worms on the make line
my penis has won the lottery


"your energy"
waste
wasted
waste
cause yourself harm
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 15, 2001 at 02:55:39 (PDT)


HAPPY EASTER EVE
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 14, 2001 at 16:40:27 (PDT)


His stoic being came down today.
He talked to me.....long...and definite.
The fear has crept up on him now, the fear
of loosing what makes him he. His fascade came
crashing down, the tears that fell were silent and
unwelcomed by him. They had to fall. He spoke of 70
years of writing, every day...every feeling....even
the weather. His travels and journals have know 8,448
that have died and went on. He served his country in
Europe in the 30's. He sereved his family infinitly.
The proudness while he reflected on raising his beautiful daughters. Teaching their fragileness was
welcome and rare. He taught them of travels of the spirit and journeys of the heart. They learned well
scholars I'd say. I just felt I should type this small tribute to you Mr. Trent King. You are the PARAGON JEWEL among mere-mortals. I respect you and
I'm humbled to have known you. God Bless you and keep
you just like you are.
Beth
- Friday, April 13, 2001 at 22:10:26 (PDT)


happy easter sPARKy
Anonymous
- Friday, April 13, 2001 at 05:10:13 (PDT)


Easter bunny farts!! HAHAHAHAHahahahhahaa
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 12, 2001 at 13:21:16 (PDT)


What's silent and smells like chocolate?
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 12, 2001 at 13:20:41 (PDT)


well thats good if it helps to keep your fingers out of them....?
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 12, 2001 at 12:40:55 (PDT)


yeah the coffee's good

I always puke out my nose.
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 12, 2001 at 05:02:00 (PDT)


"Nice day for suicide"

The aborted flower opens up
dead
Travis Cole
- Thursday, April 12, 2001 at 04:43:19 (PDT)


To the most selfish person I have ever known:
I am so sick of your small, small person
you are not amusing
you are not cool
you are not charming
you are not witty
you are not clever
you are not macho
you are not sly
you are not anything you think you are
but most of all,
you are not a man.
Never have been, never will be.
I feel sorry for the woman that marries you or the potential friend that thinks all guys are the same as you.
Sadness cries out from me for those unknowing nave partners
who think they will find a penis and a brain located somewhere on your person, and
I feel so sorry for those that think you may possibly have some class and human stature of some sort.
All you care about is yourself, and all you have EVER cared about is yourself.
what a waste of semi-existant brain you have. What a true, dire, ultimate shame.
What an utter dissapointment
joyless, and full of it
*small*

you are nothing at all

(thanks for the prose space, folks.)
Eve
- Wednesday, April 11, 2001 at 21:19:41 (PDT)


i imagined that new someone would be
different from any one i'd ever been with
someone unique and beautiful;
and i got my wish
you defy every idea of happiness i thought i knew
and you're so much more than i thought i deserved
what is it that brought you to me?
no matter what you say i don't believe i could deserve you
or the tenderness you give me
oh, i'm so lucky to have taken a chance on you
and let you in completely
i just hope i don't ruin this great thing that found me.
becca
- Wednesday, April 11, 2001 at 10:25:21 (PDT)


Happy Easter Eve!
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 11, 2001 at 02:59:15 (PDT)


the brothel was burned
by the law

for it was against the law

Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 11, 2001 at 01:33:50 (PDT)


no I did'nt know that.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 20:52:09 (PDT)


did you know that I have roams the rooms and hallways of Graceland and view his gravesite located in the backyard
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 16:54:57 (PDT)


Why be sad when you can be happy?
Allow me to say that again-- think about the words
Why be sad when you can be happy?
We live in America, the land of the most "freedom"
(the quote marks are my disclaimer)
Do anything you want to do!
Nice, isn't it?

Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 15:50:53 (PDT)


Did ya know that Elvis was gay and died of AIDS?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 08:47:27 (PDT)


what you have done
is more rotton than
www.rotton.com itself.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 06:23:01 (PDT)


"holding a sign on the free way off ramp"

If you don't prune this page right now
I'm going to jump up and down and yell
and piss all over my self

I don't like what someone else wrote

elvis is christ/hitler
- Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 05:14:17 (PDT)


get out the maps of the military bases in china
take the rats acid
kiss your whore goodbye
bomb china bomb every base on the mainland
rocket man
bank roll
zebras in the sky
love the beautiful
let the rest die
in your radar eye
bomb china
employment will go up
look at the sattlelite photos
and tell me who you love?

try money
cheating on your own lie
bomb china
let the fuckers die
peace out
trip master
your war machine
becomes your bastard
feed the lies
schemes
I can't hear you crying
by the sea side
you thru me out to the nights sky
I love you anyway
life is only time
bomb china
let the air strikes begin
and lady england can bite my nuts again

bomb china
let the air strikes begin
nevermind the dolphins
theres 67 new planets where they can live
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 04:25:07 (PDT)


bullet to my head
bullet in my brain
shes such an answer
all I feel is pain

suicide for lust
blood flows down the drain
every time you ask yourself
hell is not that far away

knifes across the skin
whisper something sane
tell me your lies
stop hearing the same things

the train left the station
she gets around so much
I choose to love
the death of the rain


nobodys fool
nobodys fool
in recluse to write a book
an excuse
to get away from you

the purple room
purple is ginas fave color

theres a band in texas names after your hatred


mind game deluxe
yourspecial
your the only one


all the songs I hear
everything you are to me


Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 04:15:04 (PDT)


HOW DO THEY GROW SEEDLESS WATER MELONS?
Bees. Yes the bees do it. They cross pollinate. The seedless water melon plant is sterile and can be pollinated only by crossing it with pollen from a regular seeded water melon. In order to accomplish this, growers plant seeded and seedless plants adjacent to one another and, with the help of pollen-carrying bees, they pollinate seedless plants to produce seedless watermelons.
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 23:02:00 (PDT)


me and tonia in a double wide
thats our dream
but we would also settle for a 70 foot made in '75

with marble floors in the hall way
6 shower heads in the bath
and closets bigger than your living room
we would have kids for our kids to watch
and in the summer
we could walk in the pig shit at the county fair

never mind her we could get an apartment in the city
or the suburbs and have nothing but you
your long hair and skinny ass

oh yeah, I'm RETARDED
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 22:58:19 (PDT)


Maybe christ would try to hold his head above water
with each gasping breath
trying to say i love you
on the next day
on the last page
on your air wave
would you waer the ears
honey can you hear

the menu said shes a dragon
so delicate and frail
ripping out my broken heart
and bringing my sainity right back to crazy
in a good way
i leave the third rail
no words from you could treat my with shock
im used to missing you
they found her for me
the right look and name etched in my heart years before
all new
i think its americian
the common factor
poet from the other side
no heart to break
no mind could take
no where
does she taste
like?
voice so soft
all the reason we know
rock and roll
but can not stay within the realms
and confines i could lose my self in her or you or you
and wake up to realize i have to die
without love will she wave goodbye as she did last night?
will happines ever find the wall of fences
all on a summer day
when the night is so much better?
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 22:26:46 (PDT)


"It's Over{over}
What page is the end on?
the index won't recall
what day do you depend on
leave
leave me after all
alone the island
a leaf would have to fall
I want you like a sringe in my face
love is just a poem
so call me tomorrow
would you please
not telephone
hey dig the code
I want you like a sringe in my face
removeing acne your puss gross love
squeeze me until I love
I want you to leave
pee in your floor
leave the seat up
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 22:20:18 (PDT)


THE CRYSTALS

on the red hair
reaching out from the light green
solid mass turning to dust
green and red dust

Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 22:11:57 (PDT)


"Dream Waster"

If she took all this time
read my words every thought
destroy my mind,

she knows about hell
is she crazier than me

I could lose her if I wanted too
I could out run her
day or night
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 22:03:35 (PDT)


He lives in the dark
He lives in me
He creates a spark
Only Eye can see
Eye long to be "WITH" him
Whatever it takes
Eye don't care, its a sin
But we all make mistakes
With him Eye can feel
Feel everything
Not always always at once
but its NEVER NEVER the same
Everything you "see"... DiFfErEnNt
But yet ment to be
But there is always always that spark
That he will never never see.


IfYoUkNoWtHiStHeNyOuKnOwMe
B- - - - - - -
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 17:38:12 (PDT)


in search of my pot of gold
I burn bridges wherever I go
for Ill be damn if they too
will be getting any piece
of to me whats rightfully owed
the only bridge Id never destroy
cause its a hippie flick decoy
is the one called rainbow bridge
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 11:13:14 (PDT)


you gave inspiration to my soul
through you I found the groove
into my heart you placed rhythm
you charged my body with electricity
everytime you entered the purple room
to say to me what you knew I would hear
you bathed me in what ifs and what thens
& I tried to cleanse your souls self esteem
neither of us succeeded in our attempt to fail
our time together was short and not at all real
In fact, I made you up so that I soon had to deal
back into the trash these card like photos I have
they would only really get me into trouble anyway
cause how would I explain how I created u from a dream
you were nothing until I thought you to be
but you were something growing inside me
and no it is not what your thinking a baby
you were the vice grips cutting into my viens
you saw everything that comes into your life
nailing shut the friendship door is what you do
afraid of the Storm waiting in the sky's harddrive
to rear its ugly head upon receiving its open cue
Nails wont save you and neither will the wooden cross
no matter how much you confess to the almighty boss
your doings with me will always have an attached cost
doesnt matter
where you go
who your with
when your there
someone will smile
with a certain gleem
tucked into their eye
you will think of me
from the pictures u hide
or when you hear the sounds
created by michael cretu
as I am ritualed to him too
in a spiritual manner though
I connected with that source
many moons and summers ago
those octives said what Ive
always wanted to a soul say
life was about loving him
placing my heart and trust
into the music we do thrust
it was never to be about you and me
it should never have been about me and you
I lamented it from the start but I ignored
as I was lured, seduced, and raped of my heart
I traded love for sudden unecessary attention lust
all because I am in a rush
to speed through my life
to get to the next one
which included him instead
I sidetracked and educated
so well that neither knew
of each others existence
im a smooth cat but with no ktats
only have a beautiful wolf dog
that used to drive us insane
to the point that I began to logg on
in ecessive amounts paying him no regard
he loves me more today however
even though for the last while ive been a tard
thats because I was honest to him in what I wanted
now two years have past and from time to time
I am still reminded of my sidetracked
sacredless senseless crime
thats when Im glad I have you to keep me from
getting caught with the life that I live in here
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 11:04:06 (PDT)


well I knew Bertha was cheating on me
when she was supposed to meet me at bingo
and I bought her cards and was waiting
and waiting and waiting
so I goes back home and there it was another mans cane on my bedroom door

so I hid her teeth in the salad crisper drawer of the fridge and started watching love boat

meanwhile her and oscar must have heard me
and he climbed out the window and fell off the roof

so in all the comotion
I went out and took the transmission out of his volvo wagon
and threw it down the noisy neighbors well
then I got whisked up that same night
and knocked over his outhouse
he died three months later of gangreen
only after the hospital cut off the wrong leg

that bastard

thats the day i wrote this poem
tell me what you think of it?

=================
"OH Bertha"

Oh Bertha{or Robbin}
I would love to
Oh Bertha {or Robbin}
whats the use
the heavens are your home
==================

well thats it
the guys down at the barber shop
said it would go nice on Bertha's Headstone
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 02:19:44 (PDT)


I remember it like it was yesterday
when Bertha passed
and the week following
at the church dinner sunday nite sister suzi asked me over for prune burgers
and afterwards she took me outback to see her prune patch.

when she finally show me to the trophy room where she had the ribbons she won at the prune festival
she took out her teeth and kissed me
all I could taste was prunes
and I knew this was the real thing
love
a love we could live on
that and her social security check every month
even though Bertha had'nt been gone but a week
I knew the people from church would talk
and brother simpson would cancel the fishing trip
saturday
but I was bieng hand feed oat bran and fiber
was worth it

the next sunday dinner she made prune ice cream
with prune balls and the preacher father bob
brought a case of french prunes
since he did'nt have to pay taxes on it
then he got prune belly
and sister suzi said it was the devils work
so that night I turned off the television when we got down so the evil spirits could not see us
and I could barely tell she was obease anymore
the next day was a miracle my bow movement was
regular and I felt fifty again
right up until sister suzi left me
high and dry
thats when it all took a turn for the worst
I tried to end it all with a bad batch of metimucil
and did'nt even take the fifty seven studabaker out
for sunday drives on saturdays anymore
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 01:51:33 (PDT)


Happy Easter Eve!
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 01:28:11 (PDT)


tacky plastic chairs
commence the beginning in the end
do you hear the beast wrought golden
slouching slinking towards some
southern star'd valley

bored and jaded
- Sunday, April 08, 2001 at 21:09:03 (PDT)


guess no one's that depressed anymore, eh?
not too active in the poetry department now, are we?

do you all concur it would be a grand time for a prune?
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 08, 2001 at 17:35:49 (PDT)


ruff ruff said the english man
purr purr little kitty
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 08, 2001 at 02:00:24 (PDT)


Today is a brand new day
I am no longer of damage
I have been 24 hours free
I must say I feel different
a longing for dense chatter
was no longer what mattered
but the one matter by itself
emotions to be felt with him
praying for your forgiveness
so I may know of him that way
hold his body
the way it
deserves to be
nurtured and held
stoke him at the
turn of midnight
caress him with my
mind, words, and tongue
take hold of his pleasure
seduce him out in the open
for my naked body to please
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 08, 2001 at 01:08:44 (PDT)


satan says
it won't be long until you to
are dumping bags of potato chips out around trees

satan says
your a nut
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 08, 2001 at 00:59:05 (PDT)


so you've inserted Mr.Microchip
and slid down the holy cross
climbed on top of the church with me
and made love to the badge
making it dirty and uneffective
scamming does'nt always work
and the underground washed your hands
thinking you deserve your thorny crown
tickets to nowhere
thought labor

so you toss your hair back
and climb upon my cross
insert mr microchip and plan your next piccasso picnic
stab at it into the night
river of lies recycled mind
changed blind

under the influence of wasted lines
meaningless kisses
lying eyes and bedroom eyes
drink the spit
puke out everything you ever cared about
what the censor do I care
I wish the whores would leave me alone
so I could celebrate
an empty grave
dirty diseased money that does'nt mean a thing

climb across the vines
stab yourself with roses
splintered lust
forget you we're never mine
keep time
when you tell your lie
pay your dues
with hunger pains
for whats left of memories denied
insert Mr.microchip
into your mind

a robot of love a machine with programmed mind
you mean nothing to me because reality is
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 08, 2001 at 00:51:57 (PDT)


I will never totally believe (refering to god)
even as distant as you are (talking bout the moon)
the longer you stay away(reference 2 last weeks shakes)
the more i will play (speaking about poetry)

Anonymous
- Saturday, April 07, 2001 at 22:30:25 (PDT)





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Hey You!
by
october 1998 first week--------------------------------------------------------------------------------


Yeah, that’s right
I’m talking to you
I wanna tell you something
just hear me out..

maybe you’ll listen
I know I didn’t
oh.. I heard..
I understood..

but I didn’t listen

Look down at your watch
see those seconds ticking away
your never NEVER going to see them again
..............sounds logical don’t it?

Did to me, I got it.. I heard it before
somewhere, someone, something
told me one way or another..

I bet there’s something you want
but you never got around to it
something your putting off...
something, someone maybe

If your smart your not reading this
you’ve turned off the screen
walked away, or gotten a clue..

but maybe your like me..
dont read the words here...
just listen to the song
to the message, ok.

Look around..
familiar??
not for long.

Things.. people
they have a way of
disappearing..

Chances only come around
once, and never again.
we let them pass..
because we’re stupid or afraid, or both.

for me, it was because I’m afraid.
afraid to live, I guess.
but I’m getting better
I just wish that I’d decided to earlier.

cause now I can see all that I wasted.
all that I through away..
all that I missed
and all that I’ve lost..





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Anonymous
- Saturday, April 07, 2001 at 22:04:45 (PDT)


a grounds for dismissal
handed out proudly today
but wore in utter shame
gawks of mere curiousity
penetrated into the enigma
as the beholder placed blame

those octaves spoke of sadness
to which they have only known
but still I want to feel their pain
~Maybe thats whats wrong with me
is my pursuit to make others happy
while staying clear of my own self

sacred self is a satisfying space to be
knowing its you and him who are the only one
one is not a lonely number where two live as one
it is only lonely when two is taken awa;y from one
then it is truely lonely for its only really with one

a clash of eras, a new time warp for two
think alike dirty hands and littered minds
brought life back into a lifeless soul bond
that is how you salvated me and set me free
now I know where I should direct my sexual energy

one day older brought with it tears of sadness
flipping through memories both photo and in mind
flashbacks of your lips and his passionate kiss
if only the last one had come from you instead
I could have put this ol wound to its death bed
Never having to spell your right said fred head
never asking you while me taken to come to my bed


the amateurs and the pros form two lines
across are stares into their partners eyes
the first team: experienced ecstasy but with an Exodus escape
the second and last team: you think your yanking my chain...
each are competing for a one fucking night surprise
and are they ever going to be disappointed when they reach the finish line~Why is that ohhh I wonder Why
because we cant award that kind of fuckn night prize
they have to award themselves but they are awarded now
so nothing good could ever come so theyll have to suffer because of her pre~established demise
so the mindless race they are running will b there only surprize
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 07, 2001 at 20:10:29 (PDT)


Spiritual Ecstasy

a mind full of desires
with a soul rich in passion
a body dressed in nothing
with a bed covered in silk

another body enters the scene
wrapped only in satin sheets
holding two bottles of wine
is then greeting with a smile

time is of no real deal issue
as the night slowly slips by
the energy level creeps up high
very soon the two will not divide

a sudden exchange of tender touches
the two become one with a mouthful of kisses
an erotic mood sweeps into the air
inhibitions and sheets fall to the floor

one on one the two begin to unite
their bodies moving in unison
for these desires they cannot fight
moving towards ecstasy in the moonlight
thier shadows only show that of one

soft whispers fill the ears
indicating that climax is near
and the divinity is finally here
making love brought them to tears

within a kiss the exchange of bliss
breath is taken and breath is received
harmony is achieved and love is conceived
the divine is satisfied and can now leave

embraced in each others arms
the two peacefully fall asleep

copyright. 2001 soulanah
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 07, 2001 at 08:44:40 (PDT)


or give her tyenol
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 07, 2001 at 00:26:52 (PDT)


celebration,fine garbage day

fallout
river scented pschodust
fungus infected microchip
auctioned afterbirth tool
lies inside yourself stealing goodbyes
head games head games head games
everyday I stab my self in the heart
your automatic is my missle
your automatic is my thought
apart from us there is dried blood
rotting on the spool
the stitches are doing more harm now
as decoration
your spell has replaced the lining of your mind
your heart leaving nowhere for love
along with the eleven lies against you

forces empty reason
blocking all meaning
only decieving
leaving my loss to you

anger whispered into nowhere
a song always finds you
and your the one that asked for magic
your the one that did'nt believe in even you
your the one that don't exist
and I'm the broken rule

angels broken lost from heaven
atomic sunbathing in the war built for you
all yesterdays run and hide
bare dry gardens provide hungry truths

and theres everything to believe in
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 07, 2001 at 00:17:59 (PDT)


I am in deep love with my mind
but this love is not conceided
not like some people might think
I think thoughts that are beyond
while some tend to be really bad
and others still not yet any real
from the last time I dreamt them
my mind is not held by structure
there are no framed wooded beams
I can reach and reach forever to
only ever find there was no end
to limit was to loose ones life
information is the holy bread
to which is the only one I feed my head
aborbing what it can and meet freaky friends
my mind is a sponge and you are the water trapped inside
I have always been fascinated by the nature of why
but then left it to others to fill in the because
I was at one time to lazy to pick up my nutrition
For fear I'd learn something and people would know
the thought of not remembering made me quite scared
until the first time I took on the intellectual tree
then I understood why it could be the only one to free me and liberate my mind all at the same damn time
now my thoughts have turned reason into rhyme
As I sit and am free to ponder the sun, moon, and stars
limitless is my mind to think just exactly as it wants
so here I am now with u in front of me in my third eye
Us right here and them out there way high in the sky
omg the video Butterfly ~ thats some crazy hot stuff
my thoughts are like derailed trains who jumped track
but luckly with bread I know how to find my way back
pulling from this hole and that hole all these facts
I am not sorry for how I feel towards whats in my head
I am sad however that my university career is coming to an end.



Anonymous
- Friday, April 06, 2001 at 22:02:06 (PDT)


its saturday night
and my daughter's
carrying a fever

I know what to do
I'll soothe her
with the music
that I used to
groove to.
Anonymous
- Friday, April 06, 2001 at 21:06:43 (PDT)


disco
Anonymous
- Friday, April 06, 2001 at 13:10:46 (PDT)


Aint No Rest For The Wicked

weve invested so much time
teasing each others minds
with sexually loaded lines
were about to commit a crime
right now I am the biggest slime
acting like I was a clean ol dime
when all I am on that nickle is the grime
or the negativity within these rhymes
when all I need is to be taken and dined
then later to be fed some sweet tasted wine
with an increased chance of an erotic sixty nine
so steamy, hot and horny they would give us a fine
my body would be all kinky like a wild grape vine
wrapped around ;your whole body tightly like a scarf
Id lead you to my ecstasy where it comes from deepin me
together in that moment u & me feel it & begin to grind
the extra thrusts during a sexy whimpering and a whine
whispered words of gentleness and those that are kind
its time to trade places and have you in me from behind
wow see again my thinking is getting way out of line
but are you inside my mind so that must be some sign
the passion you have stirred so now I must go and find
unless u decide to hide your emotions much like a mime
trying to convey that he wants to do nothing but unwine
that would be the time I would be visited by the devine
and have to make my pleas to then start crying
wishing my way out of this lonely enzine.

copyright. 2001 Soulanah
Anonymous
- Friday, April 06, 2001 at 01:01:40 (PDT)


im climbing to the highest mountain
the only one that will get me to god
when I reach the peak I plan to say
thank you for this awesome day
redemption will dance and ready to share
as I plan to draw my last breath of air
I will kneel to the rock while thinking of him
I would pray for rain and picture a fountain
thoughts of impurity are in need of holy water
clense me of this need to always want to crave
I want to say no and learn what it is to behave
Make one proud and maybe even an eventual father
take me back to live in and with the sacred times
my heart, mind, and soul used to reside amongst in

copyright. 2001 Soulanah
Anonymous
- Friday, April 06, 2001 at 00:18:22 (PDT)


Life living on the rail lately

Cursed with sadness
and under its thumb
I download many thoughts
and reveal where I come from
I remember not a pretty place
although I often dreamed of them
and always met up with your face
knowing one day would be today
where I could no longer depend on you
as I had lost all hope and desire in me
you are not my salvation to set me free
I alone must go on that my own journey
To the sad waters of the dolphins
in order to face my reality
and meet my unborn~maybe
while hearing the enigmatic dolphin tones
painfully crying out to me
forever condemned to be confused
they will moan even beyond existence.

Copyright. 2001 Soulanah
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 05, 2001 at 23:30:25 (PDT)


warlords
warlocks
witches
wizards
women
wimbolton
wanna

'witches of eastwick'

Anonymous
- Thursday, April 05, 2001 at 23:15:16 (PDT)


in the Universe there is order while my mind is littered with choas

I had to get attached
In order to unattach myself

I had to be like that
in order to unleash myself

I had to loose my morals
In order to find my way back

I had to exchange values
in order to loose myself

I had to say those things
In order to feel the shame

I had to do those actions
in order to know the pain

I had to think those thoughts
In order to find myself

I had to realize everything
in order to see it as it is

I had to forgo some time
In order to gain back space

I had to play this game
in order not to place blame

I had to have you see me
In order for me to get old

I had to carry on this way
in order for me to know im not gay

I had to relive a shameful past
In order to leave it all behind

I had to sit on the floor
in order not to sit in the chair

I had to inhale that parinoia
In order to refresh everything

I had to leave never to be understood
in order to move on and away

I had to dance with the devil
In order not to loose my soul

I had to remove all my masks
in order to be face to face with the devine

I had to change on the spot
In order for me to get caught

I had to get caught
in order to get me to stop

I had to stop
In order for me to live

I had to live
in order not to hate

I had to not hate
In order to love

I had to love
in order to find you

copyright 2001 Soulanah
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Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 04, 2001 at 20:05:23 (PDT)


"Burning Cattle"

Mass slaughtered
a dozen diseases
trench graves
viris crisis
infected farms
national disaster tourism
smuggled overseas meat
another mass grave
millions
burning animals
cull and dispose of
wrongly buried
dug up and reburied
infected carcasses
contaminated water supplies
screwthedolphins@gaswars.com
- Wednesday, April 04, 2001 at 05:02:46 (PDT)


congrats

Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 04, 2001 at 01:55:54 (PDT)


im going to have twins
Z
- Wednesday, April 04, 2001 at 00:53:00 (PDT)


Lab Rats Lament

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

Cole
- Tuesday, April 03, 2001 at 04:22:48 (PDT)


naked email

i am just saying i love you
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 03, 2001 at 01:21:53 (PDT)


Well I'm back from china
and I won the war
maybe I'm not looking for a real hot whore

Now I smashed my guitars and my heart wants more
I've gone and left my sweet,sweet slave camp girl
work farm mamas
I smell like my whore

Why did you fire me?
I told you sixty days in advance
I was going back to my country
on Christmas to get my kids

satan did'nt use toilet paper
jesus walked every where he went
she loved her way into a volvo
god bless her soul
now I'm saving up to buy a new plan
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 03, 2001 at 01:20:46 (PDT)


burp
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 31, 2001 at 23:49:51 (PST)


blues in E

"Slave Camp Blues"

Hundred dollars a day
Shove it up your ass

Hundred dollars a day
Shove it up your ass
'cause when you fuck me over
I ain't comin back

never missed a day
for you I break my back
never missed a day
for you I break my back
and make you lots a money
for your slave camp

solo

but people are humans
you don't treat them like it
when a dollars more important
and you take all you can get

a hundred dollars a day
shove it up your ass
hundred dollars a day
shove it up your ass
'cause when you fuck me over
I ain't comin' back
Anonymous
- Friday, March 30, 2001 at 00:49:26 (PST)


"The New Moderns{don't lie in ryhyme}"

We may have slept with

Jack Ginsberg before he was nobody

before he was nobody

can the hearing impaired have voices

in thier heads?

mine have a narrator

It is so sweet my new stalker is writing to me

under ten different names

sending me pages and pages of love poetry

which I delete unread and tell her

it was all very good.

mirroring the mirror of film

Grandma and Mom always

buy me the ugliest prostitutes

Your not Steven Spielberg

Mark Twain the new Kauraocs

less vauge {more accessible}

and surreal like we like it

we don't need your guilt pain

we dont need your guilt pain

bieng published dictionary?

Does that include making hundreds

of copies and littering

I mean satuaerating the

intersection of Milwakee and Damien?

I won a small garlic press,that means what?

I won a small garlic press
Written by Travis Ray Cole
- Thursday, March 29, 2001 at 20:40:45 (PST)


yikes
here we be
the song you hate turned to elevator-decibal-level

(dermajetic mortician's wax melting in my trunk)
he claims he got a handful of antidotes to the declination of today's society
sucking down
*****************pickled goose cervix on a bed of endive*****************
but it's a gem
WW2 in my head room

you're just TOO noble


Eve
- Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 20:34:14 (PST)


"And If Elected"

I wanna get right with god
so you'll buy me drinks all night
and land in far away places
and listen to the motel radio television very loudly
and smoke like sinners do
while listening to that bad rock music on
the road to evil.
eating to much sugar
I want to leave the highway
and see the savior and have peace
and do your wife and spend your money
in the lords eyes and scratch my name with hers in
the bottom of those thrift store shoes

and cash in my stock in sony and give it to the hillbilly's at church and eat up all the sweet potatoes
at the sunday dinner

I want to be right with the laws and give back the money I took out of the collection plate
if only I did'nt spend it on whore crack
Thank you,Thank you very much.
- Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 19:43:14 (PST)


Ant blister
medical search light
nothing hurts
death and hate and someone elses wife
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 17:20:27 (PST)


D edicated T o Matt M

You know it is you
why I live in the box
don't you matthew
it is always about you
never about them
so to you I remain true
you I never knew
but in my heart I so do
time spent here
is to deal with my pain
within this box
you can see all my tears
falling like rain
I wipe them as I finish
but still feel blue
the only way they'll go away
is to tell you that I love you



Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 16:27:49 (PST)


i am right here, but i am not known
i am alone, but i watch so close
i want myself a guy who will love me so
i want to come here and he'll tell me he loves me
i want his arms on my waist
and a sweet kiss on my lips
i am all alone
but i am right here
he sees me but im invisable
he says hello but means goodbye
all i am is nothing
even though i watch him
Lessa Rose......Please please please tell me what you think
- Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 09:44:34 (PST)


i am right here, but i am not known
i am alone, but i watch so close
i want myself a guy who will love me so
i want to come here and he'll tell me he loves me
i want his arms on my waist
and a sweet kiss on my lips
i am all alone
but i am right here
he sees me but im invisable
he says hello but means goodbye
all i am is nothing
even though i watch him
Lessa Rose......Please please please tell me what you think
- Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 09:44:33 (PST)


"love cancer"

locked in the prison
you've created for my mind
as you steal my last breath
with your razor blade kisses
mindgame goodbyes
designed and blueprinted
poison for the heart
stained with breakdowns
guarded by shadows
forced rejection
warned by lost recieption
static loop alarm
your to good for him and meant for me
words ..stop the camara
- Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 04:08:35 (PST)


i want to die a thousand deaths
and be right in the lords followers eyes
like the respectable tommy
who is now laid off from motorola

i want to piss on the river of sin
and dance with the dogs and watch abc cbs and nbc
visit the recycle senior center
and put one dollar in the bank to feed
the imformation system
to give fact fiction

and to airfields, oilspills
a box of bandaids for my bleeding dolphin
and a catchers mitt for the monkey throwing shit
samson knew cartoons would last forever
even if disney does cut back
but you shall follow the path
and recieve great loss
as loss will multiply
as the only laughing satan is in your head
new numbers licensed leased liens
lattituide and tempature
lie to yourself
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 15:27:30 (PST)


I SEEK SHELTER
FROM YOU
I RUN
FROM YOU
FROM HARM
YOU WILL
TEAR MY SOUL APART
RAVEAGE MY HEART
FEAST ON MY BODY
AND THEN THROW ME
BACK ON THE SHORE
I FEAR YOU
YOU ARE THE STRONG
YOU ARE THE ALMIGHTY

LOVE!


MELISSA
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 12:45:39 (PST)


I SEEK SHELTER
FROM YOU
I RUN
FROM YOU
FROM HARM
YOU WILL
TEAR MY SOUL APART
RAVEAGE MY HEART
FEAST ON MY BODY
AND THEN THROW ME
BACK ON THE SHORE
I FEAR YOU
YOU ARE THE STRONG
YOU ARE THE ALMIGHTY

LOVE!


MELISSA
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 12:45:35 (PST)


SWIMMING AROUND
IN THE SEA OF DEATH
TRYING TO FIND
MY SOUL
IT'S LOST
LOST FOREVER
STOLEN
BY
ONE
ONE LOVER
SWIMMING AROUND
DIVING DEEP
STILL NOT FOUND
SHALL I WEEP
DO I EVEN REMEMBER
THE PAIN
DO I EVEN REMEMBER
HIS NAME?
MELISSA
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 12:42:14 (PST)


the rage in my soul
the fire in your eyes
the one cold night
when i took your life
i could feel your blood
so warm
i felt your heart cease to beat
i closed your eyes
and cried
my tears
salty and wet
mixed with your
blood
the pain
the agony
i felt
tears falling
faster
and
faster
till
slash!!
now my blood
the slat
and your
blood
all mixing
now
for
sure
we
shall
stay together
for
ALWAYS!
I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MELISSA
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 12:37:50 (PST)


tommorow i weep
today i play
tonight i sleep
weep is for sorrow
play is for richousness
sleep is for tranquility
melissa
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 12:24:15 (PST)


beutiful waves of lovelyness washes over my heart. tidelwaves of lustfulness as i see his face
my evilness washes away as he touches my waist
wrap your arms around me prince
carry me to your kingdom
as long as i am with you i will go awaywhere
i go to fantisy places only in your eyes
i plunge into the ocean
of happyness with your simple sigh
Lessa Rose
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 09:35:37 (PST)


"insurance and mental problems"

I want to be right with God and the church
and have the kind of job my elders choose
and seek an wrinkled obese mate.

Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 03:22:44 (PST)


I want to run thru the forrest in the pouring rain
with you and expensive props
you dressed like the night
in your wedding gown
looking like a whore in greeneye make up
with the microchip in your head
pre-programed with a libary of cook books
and the project knowledge of how to make the machines
at the laundry mat work for free
with your long flowing hair
running in the warm rain
using name brand products
so we can be right with god and society
paying extra taxes by betting less on sports
impregnating you while commemorating our anniversary
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 03:12:27 (PST)


Ive Got The DT's

I feel so much lost
and very very used
but without them
I am so very confused
my heart cant stop racing
and my mind is wondering
if they will be here soon
maybe they are gone for good
then again maybe they are not
it has been well over a month
since the first time we met
at first I did not really care
but as time passed they seemed hot
and now without I am in total dispair
they do this to everyone I can bet
they do their thing then gone at once
leaving us to crave what they gave
which in the end was so very much
actually I really do miss them and
even in my sleep I want their touch
its the only thing that comforts me
they have become my personal crutch
from the moment I sleep until I awake
Yes I suffer from the D T's and therefore
I have what is also known as the shakes
Please come back to me for heaven sakes
without you my life just wont be the same


Anonymous
- Monday, March 26, 2001 at 19:17:44 (PST)


Staring

Funeral has happened
Part of her is touched
The other part excpet her eyes isn't bothered much
Of the icy coldness haunting her mouth,
Nothing will slip with it on guard.
Honey is dripping from her eyes;
Tears are much too rare.
Black? She has none on except her stringy hair.
The colourful gold plaited on her cheek,
Weeping, weeping happy tears of honey.

M. Russell
- Monday, March 26, 2001 at 11:23:54 (PST)


once i saw the end in sight
once i saw that happyness might
might only be a cut away
now i know, now i know whats right
i cannot end, i cannot make it come to me
there is a time, there is a place
but now on earth i must stay
stay to make a few happy,
stay to make the world pissed off
this is what my life adds up to
the addition is still not comeplete
i have subtracted and made this all fit me
but i know the numbers will not be done
if i die today


Lessa Rose
- Monday, March 26, 2001 at 09:50:34 (PST)




The saddest mother fucking blues have got me
and you know I don't know who you are
who I am
I can see theres a problem
and which guitar is going to make it real
make me real
gears in a tube of sand
leads cry from my bleeding hand

I gave an old friend an accoustic
but only Elwood is my brother now
theres parts of songs and bands
meaning empty
all over this state
making me forget who I am
I don't think I can stay here or there
its only blues can't help me
the girl with the halo is gone

theres no love to look at
and I ain't got no
theres just not any future plans
while I waste my mind on the ignorance
suicide knocks again
and if I had a heart left
I could look into your eyes of pretend

even if the dues still want me
I'm paid up in pain
there must be an end
right until my mind is empty
your words your face my thoughts begin

the worst of life,lies,your loves behind me
I can't see and I can't feel the crying
its a song on the inside

somewhere we'll give up trying
and with nothing
all my thoughts will be insane

yeah,she ain't never coming back in my life
and nothings really worth the time
I can't see if it's about love
or just life turned out this way

somehow I don't care if I have nothing
so theres nothing to lose
you can't steal that away
yeah,I'm talking
talking nothing
I've already gave everything away

words wasted on nothing
meanings that can't be replaced
a coldness inside
deep real deep
numb and frozen
go away or watch it bleed
the blues make everyone pay
- Monday, March 26, 2001 at 03:28:01 (PST)


Re Re Re
cycled cycled cycled
carcus afterbirth
rotting in its womb

recycled carcus after birth afterbirth
rotting in its womb

afterbirth afterbirth afterbirth

rotting in its womb

recycled recycled recycled
recycled carcus afterbirth
rotting in its womb..womb..womb..
born dead
- Sunday, March 25, 2001 at 23:20:13 (PST)


i love you so very much
that it hurts deep inside
i hope I soon get to meet you
as thats what i would confide
I am off to bed for the night
and you will be on my mind
I look into your eyes once more
and know that the time is right
so here's to us that we may find
each other in the dream realm corridor
to meet each other and know we knew
I Love You

Anonymous
- Saturday, March 24, 2001 at 22:55:19 (PST)


argh. if you cant pinpoint a meaning behind your own poems than they mean nothing.

ahnonimus
- Saturday, March 24, 2001 at 08:37:58 (PST)


ephemereal
plums defy!
- Saturday, March 24, 2001 at 08:36:59 (PST)


"with the bible no longer on the market"

So your not going to cook my meals and wash my clothes
and I'm not going to give you some old dead rose
and your not going to wait for me there
and I'm not going to kiss your freckle or say I care

your not going to look me in the eyes
and we ain't never gonna get high
never go out, like to the show
and you'll never wonder if I'm all alone

we won't have to cancel no plans
cause we are never going to hold hands
and I'll never catch you in no lies
so we'll never have to say goodbye

you'll never be on my mind all day
I won't whisper in your ear anything
with nothing lost there will be no pain
neither one of us will feel betrayed

nowhere in the night will I dream
of holding you close to me
and I will never have to change
and your love will never make me sing*{insane}
and I'll never have to walk away

I will never throw your ring away
and wish there we're things I should'nt have said
you'll never play mind games with me
and this is something you'll never ever read
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 24, 2001 at 05:09:21 (PST)



as the number of vows
we shatter with time
looked into each others eyes
meaning nothing noone else matters
hearts stop
she is still every thought
every lie sold
dying memory
drenched in the sweat
of empty dreams
receptively alining themselves
with noone elses nonexistant soul
motion stealing vision
in a morbid sense
I decide on nothing
eclipsing life
reflecting the heat of the sun
like a heatless summer
drawing lines against the grain
of every crossroad we pass
alone in thought like cannons aimed at pain
leaving gravity to feel
high speed strobe flashing
eyes move with lies like traffic
a glance at the rain
Her tears rust the guitar strings
the moon hides away the crosshairs
the sun is set
there must be something left inside
her smile gone from her lovely face
somewhere it is written she is mine
deathmasks inside the winds of war machines
I pray to the virgin bertha
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 24, 2001 at 00:18:00 (PST)


I'd like to push back chris' blond hair
and stick my tounge down her throat
shut up god
the toilet flushes
backed up
land rover
super ball
internet outhouse
dykeman wearing his ballon suit
standig at the station
stealing rocks
Anonymous
- Friday, March 23, 2001 at 22:20:43 (PST)


Spiritual Ecstasy

a mind full of desires
with a soul rich in passion
a body dressed in nothing
with a bed covered in silk

another body enters the scene
wrapped only in satin sheets
holding two bottles of wine
is then greeting with a smile

time is of no real deal issue
as the night slowly slips by
the energy level creeps up high
very soon the two will not divide

a sudden exchange of tender touches
the two become one with a mouthful of kisses
an erotic mood sweeps into the air
inhibitions and sheets fall to the floor

one on one the two begin to unite
their bodies moving in unison
for these desires they cannot fight
moving towards ecstasy in the moonlight
thier shadows only show that of one

soft whispers fill the ears
indicating that climax is near
and the divinity is finally here
making love brought them to tears

within a kiss the exchange of bliss
breath is taken and breath is received
harmony is achieved and love is conceived
the divine is satisfied and can now leave

embraced in each others arms
the two peacefully fall asleep

Anonymous
- Friday, March 23, 2001 at 20:57:50 (PST)


when you look deep into my eyes
what exactly is it that you see
does the sadness come through
or do i hide it all to well
I know it is there i feel it
im just not sure who can tell
if anybody at all except you
can really see right through me
right down to the pain and the cries
even right back up to my defenceful wit









Anonymous
- Friday, March 23, 2001 at 19:24:54 (PST)


satan had many names and they changed often
I found her on clark st.
and she always wore black
{except red drawers on valentines day}

she was evil and lived with snakes and talked to much
but she put a spell on me and locked me in a love vice
I wish I could have my soul back
I truly lost everything tangled in her web
but I was used to losing everything
Anonymous
- Friday, March 23, 2001 at 16:39:16 (PST)


you look through me
cold
I don't know who you are
I don't love nothin'
stab me in the eyes with truth
rip my heart out and let the flies eat it

your looks
my mind
you wasted our lives,our love on waiting
wasting
I would sacrafice tomorrow like it was yesterday
but you'll never find me inside the lies you dream
fate is what you take
Anonymous
- Friday, March 23, 2001 at 16:32:06 (PST)


"Elvis really is your father"

You don't have to read the
little trash rag at the check out line
or watch fox network to see
that elvis and nixon faked the moon landing
and tried to blame it on the beatles
before heather graham was even born.

I have worked while sick as a dog
not for me for you
not missing a day
but missing life
and it was to keep your bizness going
all day long six days a week

while you and fat ass sat in another dive bitching about the service
and they did'nt bring you your cream cheese.
Anonymous
- Friday, March 23, 2001 at 12:17:10 (PST)


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O O
O O
O O
O O
O O
OOOOOOOOOO V V
V V
V V
V V
V V
V V
V EEEEEEEEEEE
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Y Y
Y Y
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YYY
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O O
O O
O O
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OOOOOOOOOOOO
U U
U U
U U
U U
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JAYME, MELISSA, PAT, JOSH, AND EVERYONE ELSE I DONT FEEL LIKE TYPIN'!!!! XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
- Friday, March 23, 2001 at 11:16:40 (PST)


after reading the litter in the street at the "L" station blurred and soggy under the title
"The New Moderns{don't lie in ryhyme}"

Anderson knew this was meaningful and wanted a stint {microchip}or two installed in both the front and rear sections of his head

so he called on his lovey dove at visting hours in the psch ward and told her how he would break her out
she just looked at him and drooled on the table
so he just signed her out and told them he would have her back at nine.
10 minutes in the outside world and she was ready to go back and try a different medicine,perferably one that would not make her drool on things and if that was'nt possible then at least one that she would not notice it very much or at all

so don't you want some dinner? better food out here?
oh the hell with it and she was back ringing the buzzer to get back in in twenty minutes tops

So anderson called up her cousin "Rukus"
and she said she just had a carborator installed on her diafram so "lets party"
yeah life has'nt suck this bad since the days of living in that one horse corn field lined town with a kmart to put it on the map.

But Rukus really did know how to party
and barbacued a chicken in the dark
and drank up most of the beer
so by the time anderson got to testing the new
{rebuilt} carb he was wallowing in the mire
as it we're and did'nt even notice the dogs on the bed with them darrrrrrr
but when he woke up with a muddy paw on his face
he wanted to use the facilitys and it was out back
for anderson

while outside he was considering killing at least on of the dogs
and then was sidetracked by the idea that he could break free and rukas would not notice until at least daybreak

so around ten a.m. anderson was found
sleeping in his grandmothers garage
by both rukas and that cute little italian girl from up around the airport
her minature ass was enough to convince anderson to get in the car
even if rukas was there
and he was off garage salin
with the girls for the day
this must be hell he thought
and tried everyway possible to escape
or just run off with the good one
and there was no way out
not even the magic coffee would help the sitiation
he was tied to the pschco bitch with no hopes of ever bieng crossed out of the family bible
even if it was a racing form
so drink we will he thought
the secret to bieng happy with rukas was to drink faster than she did
though this is not possible
anderson gave it his best shot
and in the morning he woke up with "Gwar" blasting
hungover and all his clothes we're gone
she told him he had been arrested...
by the fashion police
all the flannel shirts
and blue jeans we're only a memory
it was funky duds from here on out
so he told her he was going to kills her
and outta nowhere he was looking up from the floor at her marshalls i mean melons and doc martiens.
bummer anderson thought
I must escape
I wish I never saved her from the street
like a night in shining armour
and was down the first alley
past the bus station where the ugly old women
pick out the sweet innoncent run aways
and turn them out

disco
disco would make us drink more
or make us sicker
so when rukas copped some free tickets to the izzy stradlin concert at the metro
anderson was in deep shit when he knew the hot bartender from her days at that place where 2 bands
played at the same time at belmont and the "L" {upstairs}
Anonymous
- Friday, March 23, 2001 at 00:50:13 (PST)


"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
Written by Travis Ray Cole
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 22, 2001 at 17:04:52 (PST)


Trying to understand us lately, has been the focus of thoughts.

It appears we have become drifters -drifting away from our hearts.

Although we never asked for a path quite like this - My fear for our survival, yet still exists.

The destiny in which we share - is being tested. Surrounded by time and situations to show we care.

The love we still know, can forever be ours. It all begins when we decide to grow - together.

If growing is the answer - our goals must then be the same.

In finding the balance which allows for compromise - our lives could then change - forever and a day.

Wanting a life with plenty is not far from the truth. Hard work must prevail in order to have any.

It is with this in mind that a promise is to be made. It is one that is devoted to having the sunshine each and every day.

In making a promise to abstain, I am asking for forgiveness for those days that it rained - I am truly sorry.

The need for your love, as you need mine - is tremendously significant - especially at this time.

It is my hope to share a dream where mutual family and friends can forever be - a part of our life.

At times it can seem as if this were not true - and the reality is that I am scared - just like you.

Social situations can intimidate us all. But the one who can conquer is the calmest of them all.

"The world is a stage" according to the king, how we all preform like jesters, laughing and crying while attached to our strings.

These strings of nourishment that are reined by power are poisoned. They crupt as they manipulate to conform humans by the hour.

As we strive to belong in this day in age, the importance is to be different. It has captured most all.

Within this new age of difference, you will find me there. "I love my love with all my heart - but just need to be different - so I can play my given part.

The man with whom I share my love - is a man so many care of.

His good sense of nature warms the hearts of mutual friends.

The passion for his music touches my soul - but it's sad to say that I've ..never told him so.

His presence is always welcomed - as he can make people smile.

It has been too long that we have been silent, I have wronged you in many ways. This I do not deny.. as I already know.

As I continue to express myself - the fears of my relationship - they are beginning to escape me .. for another night.

As a result I can feel my own calmness that is trying to prevail within this passage.

Nevertheless, it will yield to uncertainty again - as it is sometimes hard to determine whether we are still friends.


Archive # 35


Trying to understand us lately, has been the focus of thoughts.

It appears we have become drifters - drifting away from our hearts.

Although we never asked for a path quite like this - the fear for our survival, yet still exists.

"The world is a stage" according to the king, how well we perform like jesters, laughing and crying attached to our strings.

The love we still know can be ours forever. It all begins when we decide to grow - together.

If growing is the answer - our goals must then be the same.

"The world is a stage" according to the king, how well we perform like jesters, laughing and crying attached to our strings.

In finding the balance which allows for compromise - our lives could then change - forever they would not be the same.

Wanting a life with plenty is not far from the truth. Hard work must prevail in order to have any.

"The world is a stage" according to the king, how well we perform like jesters, laughing and crying attached to our strings.

These strings of attachment are reined by power. They poison and corrupt as they conform humans by the hour.

As we strive to belong the importance to be different has captured most all.

"The world is a stage" according to the king, how well we perform like jesters, laughing and crying attached to our strings.

Social aspects can intimidate us all. But the one who can conquer is the calmest of them all.

At times it can seem as if this were not true - and the reality is that we are scared - just like you.

As I continue to express myself - the fears that I write, - they are beginning to escape me .. for another night.


sweet
- Thursday, March 22, 2001 at 13:10:10 (PST)


"Tattoo of you"
by
Travis Ray Cole


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


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 piano 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!

Anonymous
- Thursday, March 22, 2001 at 09:55:05 (PST)


Yah know what....i can live without you
....i really dont need you
....i dont even miss you
....i dont want you
....i dont care

yah no somethin.....your not my type
.....it was only your words
.....that i did ever like
.....if you wanna no my type
.....youll know how to find
.....they are around in the same place
.....as this place you found
.....their in public for all to see
.....then youll know why your not 4 me
.....& why its so easy to give you up
.....bye baby
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 22, 2001 at 00:13:39 (PST)


so your cheating on me
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 21, 2001 at 23:54:29 (PST)


sounds like the little ol' lady has too much Time on her hands.....unlike You or I.......? I know I dont have the Time ....anymore.......
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 21, 2001 at 23:48:38 (PST)


everyday the little old ladie went to the bank to check her account
everyday she asked how much is in it?
everyday the bank was open they told her twenty dollars.
everyday she showed up rain snow shine
then one day the bank made a mistake forty million dollars she won
and closed out her account


every night the same thing every hour on the hour
the old woman check the cat box
everyhour.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 21, 2001 at 23:23:14 (PST)


empty shadows cast superstition
spells as hollow as your words
chills walk from death
hell is waiting crosses standing
visions are free when you open your nightmare
while weakest,sickest thats when I see the most
it is your love that choose you to lie to me
the wind howls as dogs cry
I always see hate thru window payne eyes
walk miles inside of nowhere
kissing another chained ghost goodbye
and hold the cold hand of nothing
sleep with death to hide from the enemy
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 21, 2001 at 14:13:16 (PST)


the night was poisoned by terror
as the dancing demons moved in
four of them brought wishes and five
of them was him who made her sin

they filled her mind with lots of lust
then they robbed her initial thoughts
so that now on nothing would disturb her
from completing the challenge they brought

the temptation surfaced deep in her mind
helping to lead her towards the lust crime
during this time the demons took to the skies
and turned them into a vast web of spyder lies

feelings of fear quickly came into existence
as the stars, moon, and their respective colours
lost their contact and eventually faded out
leaving her surrounded in nothing but resistence

but there he was just sittin in the colourless sky
waiting for her as he knew it was just a matter of time
before she would let go and give into the lust
for him that was in her starting to build inside

she then began walking closer to her only demise
under his trance she moved eloquently like a ghost
he was prepared to take from her what mattered the most
unless those four demons released her wishes, her cries
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 21, 2001 at 06:52:28 (PST)


"There goes the Neighborhood"

It must be...
her high cheek bones and fast food aroma
Grandma wants to run away
to the home for unwed Mothers

crying about property values bieng down
inside the garden

I would lie to any one for you
maria...
inside the finest church
with stolen suits
spades hearts
guilt

"put the gun to my head
pull the trigger"
said escabar
as he wiped snot on his sleeve One of the second cities finest
drinking at the club,turning hillbilly at a moments notice for a free drink.
Just trying to forget the beat he sits at the libary each day.

She bleeds past him and turns up her dragon nose
She is hate energy right out of a magazine
and whispers
"Its supposed to suck"

The Cardinal walked past the public display
as if silently asking
"Why did you drag all this shit into the garden?"

it was so peaceful
hidden death
cupid lies

bieng poetic?
feedback?

Treble closed his eyes
feedback was as poetic to him as porn
or "sex with a latino female"
{they are so female}

"In tradition" the reverend began again
"There were no speakers to amp the voices in your head"


"But what of the secret mushroom?,I mean God and Devil"
said muff muff.

"Silence!I will keep you for my own!
Now feed me with your wet kisses."

"Aha"
said the evil wicked Goddess {poetress of his dreams}
"I have caught you!"

"But I have endlessly awaited your beauty,
how would I know it would be this day?
Your long dark hair,I will make love to you,and drink your dirty bath water,
I shall nibble on your art,your lust,your ear!


"What about your little slut?"

"I,it,well,she is but a sacrafice to you my Sweet!"


"YOU SHALL PAY
LOCK THEM IN THE DEATH MACHINE"

"Oh nooooooooooooo!"



"I did'nt mean any of that honeypie,
I was trying to get us out of this mess,
we will break free
and I shall run with you until the end of time
to the end of the planets
and make love to you and only you
and your sister"

"Well I have not a sister"

"We shall use a mirror!
for it is only you that I love
and now,it is the end"

"This is no storybook,you fucking bastard
why the hell did you cancel your email accounts?"

"I did it for us honeypie!
It taketh 30 minutes to sit and wait for the shit to open and its all commercials inside anyway!
Thats 30 minutes of my life I could be spending nuk ing on you,puss puss.
Ow,why you be hitting me all the time?
you know I'm crazy,....I mean crazy, about you too...
and you stepped on my shoes and spit on my guitar."

"If I was your favorite poetress you would gladly lick the spit off your guitar"

"Yeah, I'd lick her piss off the strings,but shes art and super duper under ground,ya know.
and me and you are just the only thing in this world"

"You said the underground was just some old bitch
always complaining about nothing"

"yeah sometimes,
but you and I are the only thing in this sunset.
on this beach.
in this time.
in this life."

"quit repeating yourself and quit looking at spanish girls so much"

"I'm sorry buttercup just you and me and that falling star or wait that there is a falling airplane"

"you s o b your to lazy to even get on welfare"

"hey I'm a collector
alls I need is a chance to be real
and your all that can really make me feel
so thats the price we pay
you got dues I got pain
and we suffer everyday
but unless somebody works together
we will never have anything.
thats what its all about
some one who has a plan somewhat close to yours
or compromise
I'm guessin'"
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 20, 2001 at 23:05:02 (PST)


Your oil spill can't hurt us
bottle it
only raise the gas price
your oil spill won't hurt us
theres kids that want to die
your oil spill don't faze us
this is not a thought in our minds
flowing slicks photo lies
dumping it into the water
theres still sea life
your oil spill can't mean nothing
its going to be alright
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 20, 2001 at 22:21:20 (PST)


Words are to Poetry like fires are to fireplaces


Welcome aboard the winding mind trail
Although youll never fully understand
i know youll go in to figure this 1 out
in search of something you hope to find
but the reality for you is not this time
still thou your mind is intrigued
so onward you will continue to go

the path was narrow & then all of a sudden it got wide^
as you soon discover tripping over your insightful eye
don't worry thou the trail is fun if you can keep up
however the moment u have be fooled_make a note to self
that the time is near for you on it to give fully up

What you must think as you stroll down this wordy trail
in search of a trace of my existence---my holy grail
but in here is not where i shall be im outside and free
waiting for you to come out of here and then take me

If not then I suggest that is what you do
that will be the only way back out of this
otherwise, you may begin to think
that this narrow path
was all about you

Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 20, 2001 at 22:06:24 (PST)


"Save the Uptown Theater"

Save the Uptown Theater
Restore Restore
Save the Uptown Theater
Restore Restore
lets have a goodtime there once more
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 20, 2001 at 21:05:44 (PST)


"A Letter From Joyce"{from the "Letters from Joyce Series}
written by Joyce


Gooodevening

It's been a weird time-again-I
finally sent you a birthday card,yesterday.
I've rearranged my room twice lately-
have to reorder glasses-soon-can't
see thru proper parts of trifocals to
make them work-got a blue tint-bad idel-makes things bright like yellow ones-WOW!

I'm still attempting to take Sadie,
runs flower shop, back & forth to work-
but am cutting back on my availabilty
to do deliveries as the physical effort
is too much- frequency.

Lets see,I'm presently having migraines &
earache- have appt. tomorrow-I'm still{over 4 mos-}
trying to get my records from poorly run dr office
to new doc.I'm going to call the AMA in Austin-as a lawyer stated that was
my first step. As I previously said Steph was diagnosed w/? a form of Leukemia.

2

Naturally I can't recall it now-then after
4 mos out of school another dr finally
saw her and said that was a misdiagnosis-
and she had Asteo-Arthritis causing sever
back pain and swelling of the cartilage-
so she can't sit on hard chairs or upright
only on the floor or on her bed.So we've
been having a home-school teacher in
2 to 3 times a week-whenever
she decides-so after 4 weeks of complaints
I think we have her 2 days-4 hrs total
weekly.We're now trying to get her into what's
called the "Academy"-an elcellerated
program- they attended 4 or 5 days a week
about 4 hours a day. It may be rough
on her back but the constant influx of
kids-for her or Logan gets crazy-and
I'm not getting any rest-2 to 3 hours some
nites 1 to 2 hours if I'm lucky in a day.

3
Sometime ago- not sure anymore when-Logan
was in 2 minor accidents-maybe three-
with his buddies doing the driving-he
struck his head at least twice- then
his vision doubled and he was having
headaches-noted his right eye swelling-
we tried 3 times to get him to a reg doc.
he saw him once- he suggested Logan
see an optometrist-we went & was
told needed neurologist-M R I ----
so when we could'nt see the reg. doc
to get a referral we took him to largest
closest hospital - they did'nt have the proper facilities or docs so was transferred
to Baylor-Garland-After 2 weeks in hosp
they stated he should have a shint
put in to relieve the pressure-that
was still building-the removal of the
growth-was said to be too dangerous

4
as it could kill him or put him into a coma.
Logan agreed-no to an operation.So the
shint was "installed" 3 days later he was
allowed to return home-no jostling or any
activities that might cause the tumor
to move. It was found the tumor or
nodule had been there for a long time-
how long we have no clue. Because of
him striking his head it was turned over
thus causing restriction of blood flow to
the brain-occiptal{front}area.At first
we we're told it was at the brain stem
but now we're told it's an inch above it.

So another Neurologist is going to have
another M R I tomorrow-and was
to tell us what the prognois should be
that Doc's office called today & said
Doc has an 8 hr surgury tomorrow
so will look over MRI & see Logan

5
on monday- around noon. Someone
said if he'd been transferred to medical city
the shint would'nt have been necessary &
would already have known if he'd
need chemotherapy and or radiation
treatments. It's very weird knowing
what we think is best-was'nt.
I called a lawyer about some of this
and he said I or wWe should begin
our complaints with the American Medical
Association-so after a number of calls
and phonebooks we found an office in
Austin Texas.I'll see what can be done.
As usual I can never recall what I've
told whom.

Somewhere in all of this Shelia was
having a real stressed time at work-
real shorthanded,doing 3 peoples jobs-
so she says she'd been having chest
pains for a couple days & on the nite
before she'd woke with them & could'nt
rest-so I had Sherry take her to the


6
nearest hospital & I went over there as
soon as I could drop Sadie off-it
was stress- not a heart attack so we
were all very relieved.
Guess I'll close for now-will
try to go on with this saga
as the info trickles in-
Take Care- Love Ya
Always
Joyce,plaeto,
kids &
other dogs

PS
Lots of other little stuff all in the midst.
Sherry wanted new furniture-as old{10 yrs}
was pits- ordered maroon leather-did'nt like it
so decided on butter colored couch & loveseat
w/ coffee table & 2 square end tables-lite colored wood.
then got a roll top desk in lite wood to match
furniture & put snap lock flooring in & bought
a pond for the dinette I'll take pictures.
letters from joyce
- Tuesday, March 20, 2001 at 13:21:07 (PST)


Now i look at the sky in a diffrent way
i know that when i go home i will die today
I finally have reached the end
my rope will be cut
this is the end of me,
now i speak the truth
i am kinda scared now because i dont know whats left
i know that i will follow through
because i can stand no more
i cannot see the end of the tunnel
so i will make the end come to me
maybe this is my fate
maybe this is how its sapose to be
i hope my mom understands
and i hope my dad dosent cry to hard
tell my sisters i love them so much
they ment the world to me
i am so sorry to do this to them,
please dont be to mad
this is the way it had to be,
this is what must be done
i will write a suicide note
and i'll cut my wrists
goodbye life, this is the way it has to be
Lessa Rose
- Tuesday, March 20, 2001 at 09:52:09 (PST)


your pissy attitude is what got us locked in the death machine in the first place,
Now keep it down and I'll try to get us outta here
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 23:34:15 (PST)


today is a new day
I know its me
Rain falls to the ground
you know its you
thunder rolls across the sky
we know its us
Lightning seen from afar
you know its me
today is not a new day
i know its you
Its just like the rest before
she knows its her
The only thing that is the same
he knows its him
is my face bound to your brain
they know its them
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 23:29:42 (PST)


the world is filled with vampires
but not the kind you think you know
if you ever get the chance to meet one
be sure and tell them i said "hello"

they will all know exactly who it is
as i have befriended them in my dreams
there is never no chance for survival
unless we always fight to be mean

we feed off your consistencies-your conscience too
we know that to be the only way to succeed
it is the only way we all see it
our soul sucking strategy to be freed

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{BUT}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

Freedom will only take us
as far as you allow it to go
if your mind rejects our mind
the freedom will never grow

it is your fault and all
although you dont like to see
all of the identity swaping that
happens all around from you to me.
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 23:09:12 (PST)


if your sorry little ass is what ive found
then i guess ill see you muchly later
in fact, i know ill see you around
im not too sure just why we met
but ill dive deep to know why
that is something you can bet
I maybe be a fool and a bit naive
to think that what you offered was reality
and that there are no tricks in sleaves
but in the end it is you from here who will leave
because you are really not coming for me

unless your sorry little ass i do find first
and if that shall be the case
then my time has not been a waste
and my popularity has not been in haste
I may will finally receive your taste
I will may in return be able to banish your face
knowing once and for all that one, two nights did exist

never again will they sever crossroads
never again will they ever crossroads
never again will their road cross

Deals will be made and souls will be sold
I will have touched you and you not touched me
that is the deepest i want your soul to be
i wont be sorry that ive bound you to me
no amount of money is worth the advice to let us free
i dont care if youd rather remain low key

thoughts and prayers will never be no more
may your heart bleed right down to its core
and that your love always hurt and make others sore
In the flesh, yes for real, ill be your whore
but only one time so youll always long for my roar
im not sorry if that hurts cause youve got your porn
your sorry ass is a callin & im not deaf to the horn

If & when i shall find you first, ill have to take you
in the flesh, yes for real, ill be your whore
& promise you this, ill take you so deep youll b afraid
your soul will be sucked and your breath be gone
ill show you what its really liked to get fucked
and then never let anyone tell you it dont hurt
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 22:47:46 (PST)


July 11th-15th, 2001
The Woody Guthrie Folk Festival


Woodrow Wilson (Woody) Guthrie was born in Okemah, Oklahoma on July 14, 1912. He wrote thousands of songs (including This Land is Your Land), poems, newspaper and magazine articles and six books including his autobiography - Bound for Glory. He traveled the United States during the '30s and '40s (often hopping freight trains or hitchhiking) performing his music. His songs and his performances often drew attention to social injustices and wrongdoings and were sometimes a rallying cry to action.



Woody died on October 3, 1967 in New York City after a fifteen-year battle with Huntington's Disease.
In 1966 the United States Department of the Interior gave Woody Guthrie 'The Conservation Service Award'; in 1988 he was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame; and, in 1997 he was inducted into the Oklahoma Music Hall of Fame. Woody Guthrie was awarded the Lifetime Achievement Award at the 2000 Grammy Awards, recognizing his lifelong artistic contributions to the recording industry. In addition, at least four books have been written about Woody Guthrie.


Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 20:44:47 (PST)


it must be
her high cheek bones and fast food aroma
grandma wants to run away
to the home for unwed mothers

I would lie to any one for maria...
inside the finest church
with stolen suits
spades hearts

put the gun to my head
pull the trigger

said escabar as he wiped snot on his sleeve
one of the second cities finest
drinking at the club
turning hillbilly at a moments notice for a free drink
just trying to forget the beat he sits at the libary each day.

she bleeds past him and turns up her dragon nose
she is hate energy right out of a magazine
and whispers
"its supposed to suck"

The cardinal walked past the public display
as if silently asking
"Why did you drag all this shit into the garden?"
it was so peaceful
hidden death
cupid lies
bieng poetic?
feedback?

treble closed his eyes
feedback was as poetic to him as porn or "sex with a latino female" they are so female

"in tradition" the revrend began again there were no speakers to amp the voices in your head

but what of the secret mushroom,I mean god and devil
said muff muff

silence!I will keep you for my own.now feed me with wet kisses.

Aha said the evil wicked goddess {poetress of his dreams}
I caught you!

but I have waited for your beauty,how would I know it would be this day
your long dark hair I will make love to you and drink your dirty bath water I shall nibble on your art your lust your ear!

What about your little slut?
I,it,she is a sacrafice to you my sweet


YOU SHALL PAY
LOCK THEM IN THE DEATH MACHINE

oh no

I did'nt mean any of that honeypie
I was trying to get us out of this mess
we will break free and I shall run with you until the end of time to the end of the planets and make love to you and only you and your sister

well I have not a sister

we shall use a mirror!
for it is only you that I love
and no it is the end

this is no storybook you fucking bastard
why the hell did you cancel your email accounts?

I did it for us honeypie
it taketh 30 minutes to sit and wait for the shit to open
and its all commercials inside anyway
thats 30 minutes of my life I could be spending nuk ing on you puss puss
ow why you be hitting me all the time
you know I'm crazy,I mean crazy about you too
and you stepped on my shoes and spit on my guitar

if I was your favorite poetress you would gladly lick the spit off your guitar

Yeah, I'd lick her piss off the strings but shes art and super duper under ground ya know
and me and you are just the only thing in this world

you said the underground was just some old bitch
always complaining about nothing

yeah sometimes
but you and I are the only thing in this sunset
on this beach
in this time
in this life

quit repeating yourself and quit looking at spanish girls so much

I'm sorry buttercup

you s o b your to lazy to even get on welfare

hey I'm a collector
alls I need is a chance to be real
and your all that can really make me feel
so thats the price we pay
you got dues I got pain
and we suffer everyday
but unless somebody works together
we will never have anything

thats what its all about
some one who has a plan somewhat close to yours
or compromise
I'm guessin'
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 14:34:54 (PST)


what did i say
to make you go away
what did I not do
the reason you flew
I have issues yes that's true
but that doesnt mean I cant care for you too
so I wore my heart on my sleave in here
and so you know those were thoughts of last year
would it help you to know that for you I shed a tear
does that make a difference for you come round some day
am I now just to accept that you are finally gone
without even saying goodbye to me & tell me I was wrong
I guess I already know you were to good to be true and now I must move on and try and forget your face...now that's two faces I must forget...but with you it will be much harder to erase because we somewhat met and I really did dig your funky style and I would have went the mile just to have really met you......:(
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 11:22:58 (PST)


butterfly your ass on over here and do my laundry honeypie
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 09:59:30 (PST)


Mindful of the way i move
careful of how i act
what should i do to make them all react
Its not really for attention
its not really for the remarks
i just want someone to love me
because ive never been loved befor
how do i find the one to care about me
how do i act to make someone care
i willbe watchful and see thair expressions
and step lightly on their emotions
Lessa Rose
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 09:56:14 (PST)


If you look in my eyes you would see

Hurt and torment
from the harshness i put apon others

Fantises and dreams of the person i wish to be

darkness and blood from the things i have seen

if you look into my eyes you would see ugly

the uglyness of evil and the blood of stolen innocence

Lessa Rose
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 09:53:23 (PST)


Butterfly oh butterfly give me a kiss sepcily from you
your kiss makes me bleed and the p[ain makes me want more
butterfly show me the way to be so butiful nd so hurtful too
show me the way to kill like you do
show me how to make people love me to
]butterfly i wanna die
butterfly can you kill me the way i know you can
butterfly oh butterfly give me a kiss on the lips.
Lessa Rose
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 09:50:12 (PST)


the hard way

I just don't care...no more
about what happens,anything.
up to fate losing faith
sometimes its to much to explain

plans,simple goal forked tounges divide roads
with lonely highways
and everything goes wrong
gets in the way
no one understands until its to late
and lifes to short for that game

no
I don't care what dues are
what sacrafices are made
how far I have to walk
the goals I set will be met

always the hard way
long,long roads of nowhere
thats the price to be paid
no one to love or stand in the way
never having nothing makes it easy to walk away

I could walk away tomorrow and start all over anyplace
but its like that old song
and I never get anyplace

nothings ever easy and I can't stand this crazy place
sometimes theres music
everyday is pain
its really what you make it
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 01:44:30 (PST)


pick a b or c

A) I am now a hypocrite
B) My morals have simply changed
C) Today was definitely a dream/nightmare
D) And tomorrow I will wake up where I belong and no longer worry, care, weep, sigh with longing or ache
No, tomorrow I will wake and need only one, who needs me just as much, I will know that he is right, that I am right for he. And that everything else in between doesn't matter at all, because onl;y the future exists for us, he and I.
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 00:27:25 (PST)


How many teardrops must fall
before there will be an end
how long do I have to suffer
before he is or isnt my friend
how many times do I have to wait
before me he finally does call
when will all this pain go away
or to end my life is that my fate
when is the answer suppose to come
or with my life must I always pay
when does the happiness for me begin
or is it always for me to be numb
where did I deserve not to be told
because I thought he was really kin
where can I find him so I can know
because if I dont Im going to fold
where will I ever find the peace
because without it I cannot grow
what did I ever do to deserve this
was it my lack of morals so long ago
what can I do to make this change
maybe I should just slit my wrists
what should I be doing instead
of feeling ever so sorry for myself
Why is this happening to me now
when will this come to its end
where does my chance at happiness come
what Is the meaning of all of this
Why do I have to pay for him staying away?





































Anonymous
- Sunday, March 18, 2001 at 20:22:41 (PST)


Hi, my name is Travis Ray Cole
please feel free to post or print my poetry anyplace you like!
Thank You,
Travis Ray Cole
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 18, 2001 at 18:14:21 (PST)


hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehhhhehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 18, 2001 at 17:06:27 (PST)


ha ha ha ahahaha ha ah ha
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 18, 2001 at 13:20:23 (PST)


"excerpts from the "Rat Acid" bible
Garden foreclosuer
as told by
Seizure Chords{Travis Ray Cole}

She entered the court room wearing spurs
a century twenty-one gold colored blazer and
an "electic clinton/new york campign button"
that had two camaras and a shure microphone
in it.

she was smiling like she was on crack
and smelled like boones farm apple valley wine
she was mad as hell at the lord and was suing
him for everything he had.
he dened for years that little jesus was his
and paid the mafia to rub him out
he even "paid extra to make it real messy"
she insisted.

her dark hair shined beautifully by the
artificial light of the room
it was judgement day...............


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


because he listened to am radio in his car
the lord then became a big homo
and had a dangerous spat with his bitch satan
who was flunking 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 threw satan out of thier loft
and climbed up on top of the television
{they had a 6 foot screen}
and prayed to the satilite
that he could watch ally mcbeal and dave letterman
that night then got so drunk
that he passed out before they came on
and he pissed his pants

thats right the lord was so drunk
that he pissed his pants
and he pissed all over ohio
which they thought was acid rain

well the lords piss was toxic
because he worked with asbestoes
but at least he had a job
you lazy sinners
so then he started listening to chuck berry
which made him cool again
and he rocked
so begat jesus rock

well he spent some time in mexico
looking for a nice '64 to restore
and they called him late for dinner
so he waited till late one night
and snuk into a garden right this side of
your alley and ate a watermelon


so Carl Sandberg begat litigation processes claiming
he was in no way
Country,hillbilly or involved in any of the aforementioned Johnny Cash Train songs
and in addition he also 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
and so the septic feilds of the garden
were very much backed up

while running thru the garden barefoot 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
anyway...
running thru the garden
he spotted mary-mary or
[Maria] if you will

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"/Maria looked hot wearing the bunnie ears
she won "Miss Garden"
years 1 B.C.,and the year 3 B.C.
so they had a thing for a while
but she was married
they began praticing witchcraft together
and she left him
calling him a loser
but he could'nt take the lies
{she was a habititual liar}

And the lord wore those big groucho shades
with the nose
as he snuk thru the garden
he moved slightly down the path
not to frighten the real snake
or disturb
him from his nap
but he did chop down the cherrie tree
the lord went around telling everyone he knew
that he seen george do it

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
he would commit sucide
as satan told big red
I could have the '68 comeback

summary
satan was elvis elvis was satan
the lord was a man so he was still wrong
and eve is cheating on me

And the lord went hunting for skins to clothe them

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

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 wiccan girl could be

joined 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 your 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


the garden party had parking in the lot next door
for a nominal fee
and judias sold bibles out there in the street

give to me of the tree
pass the plate insert some cheese


excerpts from the "Rat Acid"bible
written by Travis Ray Cole
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 18, 2001 at 01:34:49 (PST)


"Experpts from the "Rat Acid" Bible"
as told by Seizure Chords{Travis Ray Cole}


the book of Tard 1 1
Satan was truly the victim this time
he was beat at the magic game by that do gooder
and in the meantime it was made out to look like he
was the bad guy in every episoide
his agent would not return his calls
he was drawn as the villian
he was switched on the cross and suffered
and unreasonable beating.
right from the middle of a heck of a good time he was
transported into some bad version of an old startrek
show and he knew who was behind all this.
he felt sorry for himself
he wanted a nice hat like the pope or the firemen had. they we're actully foes at this point
they got to walk in fire but had cold beer
and air conditioning waiting for them back at home.
Satan woke up with a hang-over
he had gotten blasted with the lord and thier buddys at the
the last party he realized for the first time
that he was still wearing the same yellow shirt since
thursday ,sure he burnt mr. nelsons stage
and could'nt find jesus' time machine
the flies we're eating
at the open sores in his hands and feet
everybody must get stoned reminded him
to curse dylan again he was having the third Identy
crisis this week.he was in fact starburst
he wanted to be golden, if he could find jethro
see,jethro had the missing page one
and his train schedue he had already missed the boat
his friend jesus had become more reclusive and
had found a hole to crawl in
but all that witchcraft he learnt from mama
payed off he was outta the hole and at the
card table holding a hand full of aces
he had five of them and stacks of chips
a drink in each hand and the remote control
was in his shirt pocket
his cell phone rang and he had people
not answer it for him
excerpts from the" Rat Acid Bible"
written by Travis Ray Cole
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 18, 2001 at 01:17:20 (PST)


"Number Nine"{excerpts from the "Rat Acid" bible#3}


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

On a recent contact visit THE LORD smashed grapefruit
in satans face then he lost all his goodtime
because he got caught with a home composting kit
hid in his cell,his plan was to turn it into a
tattoo machine. He had a plan,
if he could get himself put in the same cell
or even close to Mr.Charlie{Mansion} he could get the
goods on where this "bottomless pit" really was
well he was put in a holding cell with him one
bright day and found out that the beach boys guy
sold the bottomless pit to some poperotzi outfit
that sold bogus maps of the stars houses.
he had many unanswered questions
how did the beach boys guy come to own it
and Charlie got pissed.
and shrugged him off,saying he was the machine
Well maybe god was the machine or a part of it
but he wanted out
and he wanted out now.
so he was back in his cell and he decided to get
on the good side of mansion
he would sing the beautiful
people to him as he passed his cell
on the way to doc johnsons or was it doc matiens?
so the lord carved two crosses in his forehead
like Mr.Charlies and that did'nt work
well,they got to talking one day about
"one flew over the cuccoos nest" and the lord was in
so charlie hooked him up the
lord did some more witchcraft
and gave mansion free cable and he in turn
had the system let the god guy go
when he got out he kissed the ground
he went into town and saw rambo and he told him
bout the trouble he had with the laws
and the lord was down the road.
he ended up joining some freak cult and
meet a girl who had one more breast than the budda
the lord shaved his head
and started selling books at the airport
and underground magizines at the music stores
on consignment
{he heard Frank Zappa sold encyopdias}
and he was some sort of inspiration
when he ran into satan at the atm machine
he fucked him up
and is bieng sued for about a dozen different things
by the devil dude,anyway satan smoked marboro reds
and the lord smoked menthols
and mansion rolled his own
and they all got into nine inch nails
but only shimp liked pearl jam
shimp was satans replacement
as an angel
but wouldnt turn in his wings
said they was rusted amongst other reasons
so shimp had no wings and the act was busted up
shimp didnt wanna sell no books at the airports
and wore blackface make up told people he was looking
for the underground railroad
and showed 'em the curly shuffle they told him where
the pit was.
the locusts at the opening of the pit
we're mean as hell and it stung bad
it didnt matter if shimp had the
face of a lion it still hurt.
Shimp was waiting for the other guys to get there
before he went in Iggy Pop was guarding the opening
{He's part Locust}
so shimp hit him on top the head with
maxwells silver hammer and it swung around and hit him
in the chin afterward,and fucked 'em up.
who cares he lived in adam ants closet
and did'nt even have a job or pay taxes
{maxwell is that spy that runs with the 99 chick}
this bieng the year 1999 A.D. they had the real maps
and was eager to help
pretty soon everybody showed up and was ready
to enter the pit mansion the beach boys guy
the devil dude the fbi the five-o the god guy all except for mick
he stopped to write a song about it
ie some shit about running red lights for god?
so maybe he got pulled over
WHATS IN THE PIT?
Written by Travis Ray Cole
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 18, 2001 at 01:14:53 (PST)


AH hell no!
are you on the same medication as betty?
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 18, 2001 at 00:47:14 (PST)


can I get up with you girl?
can I get up with you,

you know I do
whoa can I get up with you?

can I get up with you?
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 21:51:17 (PST)


microchip
microscope
whats the differance?
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 21:34:57 (PST)


burp*

thats the way it is
cigarette burns to my face
needles in my head
pray to the virgin bertha
that you'll love me again

acid in my eyes
microchip full of lies
all my thoughts are baptised in the girl
next
next next next

I would write you books
I would look into your eyes
tell you anything
this is not my life

listen to the empty wall
I shall leave here and go as far as I can see
I will find that girl
and say nothing to her and waste all my time
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 21:18:54 (PST)


(So what? Leave him alone, damnit...)

Playing by ear
no left brain at all
and I'm still sonically connected to it
recalling the smell of fake butter and new Barbie dolls

sterile institution whites of your eyes
tell me something's up
something's been up for a while
under the tablecloth
spanking clean
and you need not clobber it into my head
the true prescision in your falsity
like I could'nt see it
why do we walk around it

incredible

Eve
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 21:11:41 (PST)


nothing,nothing there
you don't really love me
a wasted heart can not share
and all the loves before me
meant nothing
look and theres no one there

honkey tonk baby
your loves gone away
eleven bullets in my brain
keep me from going insane
I know your warmth meant nothing
the minute someone else talked between your legs

all your lies won't save me
from poems depression and blues song
only leave me empty
I'll forget the day your gone
and don't want no one to love me
any any more

I'll walk to the cross roads alone
with your hands and feet bleeding
I won't worship you no more

the blues has divided us
all that means is your gone
I tried to be kind
and steal flowers for your soul
how was I to know
you we're forever to do me wrong
blues
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 17:17:00 (PST)


Your sabatoge only makes me stronger,replied my stunt double/under paid imposter

"Rings without stone,
such a deal cell phone" said Chrissy.

Only the Insurance man is my friend
and he isn't paying for tickets to Ozfest this year

I was'nt as black as I was blue,but I do got a jalapeo
in my hat just,incase the internet really is my penis.

I ask you "Why did'nt they have nice bootcamp shows
for the kids to believe in back in 1968?"

Have my baby,baby and we can sacrafice the generation for new improved oil prices,wear nice heels.
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 12:31:54 (PST)


a sincere prayer to the gods and godesses

all I ask for tonight in my words here today is
that the timing is right and see his face i may
this evening i shall travel to his home town
in hopes to meet him and wash away this frown
together before we were both in same time and space although no words ever exchanged so the question remains
I need to know once and for all is he my soulmate
my soul is aching, my heart is breaking, my mind empty
please hear my pleas, my cries for i will always be sad until i know Why?
In return for this connection tonight I promise to always appreciate you gods and goddesses with every breath that i do take and never again will i doubt or forsake you thank you for your time and consideration regarding this Matt er
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 11:38:37 (PST)


travis whats going on?? you can do better than that...
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 10:23:05 (PST)


Immaculate Conception

a seed had 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

there we was here just you and me
surrounded by nothing but serenity
I took your hand and didnt look back
for i knew that hurt you didnt come for

further into our shared dreams we did go
only to end where the seed was placed
the love we made flowed in ever so deep
so that the seed would never be erased

time we did suspend as we both inhaled
it brought us to tears as it felt so right
the love we created while we created a life
for moments at a time we all became one

we held each other as time slowly began to move
indicating that our experience was coming to end
you took hold of my hand and guided me back home
nine months later I am not alone which does prove



Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 10:07:50 (PST)


"Julie,will you marry me?"

we could live on an island
we could live on love
we could block out the rest of the world
promise you what ever you want

walk with our toes in the wet sand
on poluted beaches and try to be alone
rip out our hearts again
and turn them to stone

watch flowers die with microscopes
{Alright,I'll buy one later mother fucker}
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 09:46:09 (PST)


"The many ballads of the cross-threaded lesbian"
raw denial
useless energy
dead end friend

================================================
"She is everywhere"

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

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

they all look like the angel I loved
theres no definition
theres no depth
she is everywhere
she is everything
=========================================
are you my cheating lie
a moment turned away
looking at life around us
you tell my disabled truths
and believe them yourself
are you ready to deny
before a question is life
do you think I care why
as you are turned away
with a thousand memories
into the darkness
you free to lie to anyone else
but me
I do not hear them
I do not see you
I feel no anger towards any living substance
although you no longer exist

the art is gone with lies
leaving not a care
nothing
only death could divide the morning from midnight
and will the rain
change the mood
return the feeling
===============================================

filed

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

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

I believed in the lord of gasolines
and my lap dancer and I had agreed to
stay together and pay the cable bill this week.
she was as pretty with a six pack as she was
with two shots (over)
=============================

values

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

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

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

while all the time she had pamala lee dolls on layaway
she did not tip the bartender today
she was saving for a rainy day
and razors of course
for her underarms could no longer close
and her lesbian gaybar nickname would now become
"wooly bully"
and if there was a nixon there was a hitler
and there would be a electric razors motor
burnt up in the morning
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 09:39:23 (PST)


Posted by Travis Ray Cole (Chicago) on October 30, 2000 at 00:58:13:

"Breaking"
Solo turned to wah
sliding across the mike stand
as bending the neck

"These go to Eleven"
Flange with fast chorus
feel ghost guitars play themselves
stomping foot pedals

"Crunch"
The tubes are to cold
unless the amp is driven
my leads dont sound warm

"Bleeding S.G."
Notes octaves apart
feeds back in front of the amp
echos vibrato

"Overdrive"
The speaker bubbles
as wires begin to spark
while the guitar screams

"Punk Lives"
The weasle replies
the same old chuck berry leads
power chords with speed

"Inspired Dedication"
Ripping tremolo bar
bending strings and hammer ons
past pentatonic

"Sonnets in my heart"
a note is a thought
the treble clef knows your name
as tears rust the strings
Written by Travis Ray Cole(c)2000


Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 23:35:08 (PST)


I was dosin dolphins in my dreams
sub liminal sub titles
I don't care if you feed them beans with an IV
the aliens are hiding in a lake 200 miles under the surface at the south pole
don't you ever go
I love you so

Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 22:55:02 (PST)


everything I write is about
Today I throw the laundry away
cause'in you ain't here to warshh it
tomorrow I'll sell my best truck
to the first land scaper that wants it
and I don't care if you dig your nails in
and I don't care if they is painted
you don't do my cooking and thats what love is.
yep,that theres what love means

I'll buy a big guitar to get me over you
solo all over,thinking of a hundred just like you
I'll play all night until the notes all ring true
I'll say my funnest lines to the nearest wall
and hope I get thru
only to realize theres no one there I'm talking to
but...

a machine mind
lies and sacrafice
hidden and disguised
waste of time

pick up the phone
leave it alone
you don't love nothin'



Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 22:50:35 (PST)


"ode to bettey"

gamble lottery

red or cumberland line are great
the rest is written by an imposter
maybe roxys brother pretending to be bettey
sitting in his underware
writting all these no porn projects
crying out for help from god
by double flushing the toilet
asking his congress man to pretend he is bettey to
sniffing cat boxes shaving with glue

Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 22:48:21 (PST)


"Nothing About Work"

Find
note book with nothing in it

Disolve
delete all email accounts

shuffle
move boxes

prevention
remove rock

heal
time

respect
lie to the others some more

hide
put bench away

All of the above
repair if needed

peace
start war with yourself and others

concern
continue with list

priority
nothing you would expect

sorry about the mess folks thats just my lovley cupcake "helping"with the yoko chores
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 21:10:30 (PST)


ok travis cole,limit your posts to one per day please
and if I could make a request?
how about that one ..oh hows it go
something about abortion or getting high or something?
I dunno.
Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 20:59:42 (PST)


Betty and I are to be wed tomorrow in the towns square{shes been saving herself for me}
and its been rough on her
other than that shes a good citizen
I've got her record here in front of me
I'll fax it over to you,so stay off that line.
Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 20:57:00 (PST)


sorry counts for everything
regret revisited
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 20:52:52 (PST)


what the F@#k is going on with Betty at www.w3px?
Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 14:52:27 (PST)


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 what's 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
by Travis Ray Cole

Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 14:22:29 (PST)


"Everything I write{is to/about you}"

{I could}
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

{I would}
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

{I would never}
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
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
travis ray cole
Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 13:50:54 (PST)


How do you start over
By Travis Ray Cole


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 too much to keep
I really don't need this museum of mine
I leave it
I start over
yeah its over
and I don't even have or need what was/is mine
I start with nothing
not even a memory I try to forget the time
I start at the end
I start to begin
I start without you this time
I've 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 don't
thats ok...yeah it is fine
I leave these things that slow me down
I've got to far to climb
I would take you with me but you couldnt last
and I don't wanna leave you whereever
I'm not coming back to in this life
I start without you
I am without you
I don't 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 don't need this museum of mind
Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 13:06:01 (PST)


Tony Hawk's Pro Skater2 {sony}

Unlock Everything (Except Gaps)
Pause the game, hold L1 and press X, X, X, Square, Triangle, Up, Down, Left, Up, Square, Triangle, X, Triangle, Circle, X, Triangle, Circle. Choose "End Run" and everything in the game will be unlocked.


The movies
spiderman
the cheats
you gotta try wireframe
disco mode{should be psyhcodellic mode}


Anonymous
- Thursday, March 15, 2001 at 22:49:32 (PST)


Today I throw the laundry away
cause'in you ain't here to warshh it
tomorrow I'll sell my best truck
to the first land scaper that wants it
and I don't care if you dig your nails in
and I don't care if they is painted
you don't do my cooking and thats what love is.
yep,that theres what love means

I'll buy a big guitar to get me over you
solo all over,thinking of a hundred just like you
I'll play all night until the notes all ring true
I'll say my funnest lines to the nearest wall
and hope I get thru
only to realize theres no one there I'm talking to
but...

a machine mind
lies and sacrafice
hidden and disguised
waste of time

pick up the phone
leave it alone
you don't love nothin'
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 15, 2001 at 22:42:34 (PST)


it says "please limit to one per day",
I think that includes even you Travis Cole!
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 15, 2001 at 21:47:19 (PST)


wounded by my own thoughts

imprisoned inside my mind
i listen to the voices
which speak to my heart
they tell me i should cry
i need to let it all out
in order to make it go away
so that again i can be happy
and make good use of my time
now the tears they begin to fall
my heart is breaking but their right
nothing good can ever come of this pain
and even if something could would i want it
I am so misunderstood within my own mind
now I hear the voices of a different kind
whispering the sounds of his echoing laughter
oh this pain it is hurting me all to much
i am wounded and only have me to blame
the time has come for me to sincerely grief
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 15, 2001 at 20:56:10 (PST)


Release

Much of time has passed
since from last we spoke
you worry me to no ends
and still I search for hope

let you do something that
my thoughts you will gain
flexible you will find them
in the backroom or in rain

stuff is due and yet I wait
addictive behaviours are
born of air & carried thru
my heart is solely for you

Rhymes are dumb; no need
I can't hum, but I do bleed
stop you before I stop myself
put you back where u belong
in my shadowless spell book
high upon the very first shelf

A friend I wanted of you but
instead your an enemy in the end
the signs are there for me to see
If I wanted you back then for me
Why in the fields for everyone to see?

Why @ all, was I not in control
from the very start, I broke your heart
now I am not suffering as you would like
you are waiting for me to make my land
and like a fly on the wall, you'd have me
where you'd want me to fall; but guess what
although my mind is getting tougher and
the dog's bark is rougher than one imagined
still I can't help but to want you and that m and m
both of you and me, wow the images they seem real
I'm talkin' holy~sent from the divine: Spiritual Ecstasy
that must be the reason to enjoy 3's, triangles & chocolate
actually forget the chocolate, we'd all get it everywhere
you know what I'm talkin' bout, youve seen it too; not much
lately though, been wondering where your at in which alley
behind what building are you sacrificing the ugly cat?

what does that all really have to mean
you ask why and I'm interested in what
do you understand the depths of my pain
I am with him ‘cause he gave time to care
what am I saying, that's all he knows to do
unlike me and also unlike you...yes, you~

next issue to deal with is why are they here
if they ain't bothering to talk; only walking
back and forth, around and around, in silence

the sparkles in your robe shine brighter when you listen
"Be not afraid of his fire, nor of the rock on which he sits;
Be only afraid of the thoughts and powers he transmits".
"You shall have his all once the sun begins to set.


Does reality only ever happen
to those who smoke pot after
they have just finished a joint

the mind makes no attempt
recovery or otherwise stops
from denying whats not real

there are wizards in the trees
in-spying to get to the top
when all along they forgot
I remembered we was knot

burlaps to keep us so warm
the twine to help us craft
soon we will have our shelter
along with protection from harm

as long as you pay attention to me
and listen to everything I say Said,
she will knot ever no never succeed
he said however, she wants my seed
yes, so long as you pay attention to me
and never to everything I say Said,
when will she ever make up the time?

Reality for her is like being a skunk
the skunk arrives at its destination
not unprepared to devolge its prey
Which in this cAsE for him its cement
nevertheless, they both have similar talents
which are the abilities to move and to spray.

my heart, it aches for you
and all the times we shared
I know my love was different
carried you from trust to pain
in matters of few short months

weren't we talkers thou when we did
baby, that was your realm and still is
you no I ain't denying you your smarts
I inherited mine through another way

Yes, I sold out and went hopped on board
gracing the halls, and great ones at that
in search of new knowledge not presented
to me at college where practice was the Key;
giving you not a Low but a high Identity to
use when you further buy into a Capitalist society.
Elite.......No..Wise.....yes......Separated...Definitely;
when the mind is open to most everything, one can
not help but to follow and swallow knowledge road.
for when it comes time to sign, Im not sure where to

Why separation then? Why then Wise? Why not Elite?
A mouse just went array but that it did that is okay
Eventually, it would have happened anyway
I am not above or beyond what any human is capable;
merely, I am just following the original instructions
left for us by the one to remember about our shared past
Everyday, I look wait for them to reveal their pure essence
Anyday now, could bring with it a long lost desire


Why d o you con t inue t o haunt me
chaine d t o my past, I move on
but in my mind, your memories
well they still live ac t ively on
it was such a rare and neat t ime
but t was never suppose t o be
much more t han you and me
d reams are vivi d and so real
you visit my min d d eep
and t o you I t s no big d eal
carry me t o your madness
lead us in t o bliss; t ake me
while you s t ill can my frien d t oday, tomorrow, yesterday's sorrow.
How can you catch the sparrow?
Why what an interesting query
I travel you know all over the place
in search of your existence and me
when each enters the great beyond
will it be with our eyes we'll see each others face
would I make you look silly on a cold winter's day
when I would want to cuddle and you won't stay
at you I post mere thoughts and at me you post murals
when did it begin and will it ever end or did it already stop?
In either event im not going back to that place
you are there and everywhere you are here
bannish you like the babies bannish themselves
especially if you are to be of no worthful help
Causing grief is not my forte; @ least not now
maybe then but who cares what I am now
in the image of you is what ive inspired to become
more like myself and a definite hint of you
now burning purely sandalwood for my own good
lingering in the laundry room are hornets for sale
their selling their honey for their horny queen bee
eight is the amount the get from their honeycomb

today I am impressed
yesterday I was depressed
tomorrow I progress
everyday you try and regress
someday you I will supress
not too many days I wear a dress
together we will get out of this mess
I have had enjoyment thou I must confess
the thought of your caress
in my dreams baress
you and I thereas
making what would seem
a crazy little scene
for all to bear witness
to the love we made
denting the tin
in search for our crusade
making the time still
we silenced it to stop
gave our address
be careful for the bees
yes hornets I do mean
theyve come here
to take right over
using their scheme
in silence they wait
for a foot or hand
whichever is selected
is on what they'll land
things made of sand
fall apart in the hands
but things made of clay
well they tend to stay
something like a holiday
not quite a vacation thou
cause they too break down
back to the ground eventually
they find their way into the ground

I like you a lot

someday im going to meet you
down around the corner and through the lights
there will be a stopsign for which we both obey
there is no need to get excited much was lost
in our battle to save us from our destination
the one where we both get whats comin' to us
but not in no way our wishful thinking is powerful
enough to stop what was about to happen one day
on a cool, calm, and colourful autonm day next years
until then, my good friend, have yourself a pleasant day!

Do you care for me?

How would you know
describe how it might be
make up your mind
and show me how you feel
or at least what you think
I am not what you thought
after all of this span of time
I am a rhymer eyah give me the fine
I'm a speeder cant see the line
why do you not know me
after all we have been through
take me now to your leader
he and I shall have our words
along with some herbal teas
he knows I'm a teaser who
loves to be such a pleaser
making my rounds around the globe
where it stops well nobody knows
not even you or I shall know that one
we will only live to remember the pain
of our love gone stale because of me
shadows of darkness, smells, and such
pin me down and pentrate my clothes
leave me at once I say, before the wind blows
if you wait until then, your magic will show
down in the oceans is where the dolphins roam
maybe you have heard them when your all alone
making their voices be known in my dreams
there you reside until you pick up your phone

SEVEN YEARS AGO TODAY.......

I met your sweet soul
through some friends
I made you smile
you made me laugh
and touched my soul
as you expressed style
we sang and played games
til the sweet sun set
then off in our cars
we headed into the nite
driving down the highway
we now have met

into the driveway we go
ready for the evening
it really does show
not a care in the world
we both made an entrance
inspite of our difference
we both had a chance
and so we gave it a go
becoming an item that sweet nite
we grooved in the moonlite
and sat under the stars
proclaiming our fondness
for each other we did like
there's just only one thing
we never really got right

it was the sound of affection
coming thru the extasy that nite
it was missing thou it was there
there is love felt now
which knows it belongs there
over in the front off to the side
there we sat and chatted
bout such things in life
as our hopes and dreams
begonias, magnolias, and moonbeams
Horses ever so skronney
while we endulge the joint

Into the house, I'm all confused
in search of your existence
I ask "do you know where he is"?
"Upstairs, you better hurry or him,
you will will loose to another"!
So away I do go up
and after some minor commotion
In the bathroom we do end up
on the counter, on the scene
the two of us without emotion
that is why we eventually failed
Seven years later I understand
What it means to hold hands
Loving unselfishly from the heart
We leave the party

"Get in the car", "I insist that
he be apart or I get out" Yes, I
will stay here with him
if no room can be made for him.
Back to your original meeting place
we go and have emotionless sex
now don't get me too wrong
I think we both did enjoy
our good times well spent
only problem I really have
is that for seven long years
I have wondered about us
if things had of been different
if emotions had been there
and the sound of Enigma
along with that from dolphins
playing in the background
creating an opportunity
for spiritual growth
But never did that happen
Until I saw something new
A second chance with you

But then I began to love him
Physically he looks like you
mentally thou love is his game
I wanted to know him and
I'm sure that he felt the same

Be that as it may
circumstances unfolded
to keep us together
and yet tear us apart
never to ever speak
our hearts could feel
what our mouths were
afraid to speak
our mind's eye could see
and our dreams connected it all
in them, he summonsed me to lovers
and in one he gave me a gift
so we made love
until it was real
in our minds, hearts, and souls,
in our lives we would pass by
each other knowing all along
it was only ever in our dreams
where our feelings would reside
Illicit as they made have been
I want you, him, and me
in a love triangle of three
sharing in the love that
was rightfully meant for
you, him, and me.
~DMK~

The Message

the time has come to say goodbye
seven twenty fours have passed
new things happened each day
to remind me of that I asked
for your return when times right
there will be no turning back
unless your almighty does say no
from the bottom of my heart
I do not want you to go
but understand how you must
forsake what we feel tonight
the darkness seems so cold
and the emptyness sets in
surrounds our naked bodies
like fire would to some wood
if it was given another chance
lighters with their hot minds
are picked up to only brand
their owners for one last time

so well, if you know me
then what's the plansets
that sees us get stronger
under sunset moonlight
wanna know something
you probably do know
never they meant for you
when my heart spoke
t'was always about him
you were a beginning
where he is considered
an end all to be it all
kind of love for this guy

My love for him grows stronger
with each passing from a day
I think of him only most often
with a prayer that he will be okay
sometimes it is hard to imagine
what without him it would be like
but then I realize and without doubt
I am brought back down to the surface
and the harsh reality whips me again
there is you waiting with a smile on your face.

Anonymous
- Thursday, March 15, 2001 at 12:38:24 (PST)


"Dream Catcher"
by
Travis Ray Cole


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
- Thursday, March 15, 2001 at 10:44:51 (PST)


Filled their songs with running away
Gonna get out, take off, fly.........
Oh, if only we could if only I could
Get out, take off, fly
From the sudden bursts of sadness
Infinite missing
Just like before
"Pity me that the heart is so slow to learn
what the swift mind beholds at every turn"
Yeah Whatever
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 23:40:16 (PST)


Daily routine

Fiercly awaken
Attack life
Dance dominance

Listen to good music on the ride home

Enhance appearance
Enjoy evening
Tip generously

listen to very good music on the ride home

Enhance mood
Compliment generously
Viva la'more

Listen to damn fine music on the ride home


Corsair
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 22:15:58 (PST)





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

"The one your not looking for"
by
Travis Ray Cole


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


"The one your not looking for"

If I could catch up to
If I could hear you
what'd you do to mine
I think..........not sweet
but a rose without a vine

I could not catch up to
I could out run you
a flower in my mind.

If I could make some wish
somewhere in the back of my mind
I'd just cast the spell until the star I see
is the only light
its a ray from a star?
i never thought like this before
its dreams gone away
ahh how do you sing that way

castle crumbles leaving only a tattoo of the dream
the reaper trying before hells fire brings
the season changed
and I dont have or want anything
anything
theres no voice left
to tell me what I want to hear
theres no
Travis Ray Cole

Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 22:06:04 (PST)


"ART OF WAY"
by
Travis Ray Cole

The Artist is the art
she moves,she moves me
she speaks and calls my name
she laughs I can smile with my teeth

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, March 14, 2001 at 21:31:51 (PST)


"yeah,it hurts"
by
Travis Ray Cole .. ..

"yeah,it hurts"

unfinished tattoos
a girl salutes......... the wind whips
the sky it dies, the train pulls out, the guns fire
deja vu the girl from lake forrest
tails lights in my heart
the constant stabbing of the warm bleeding licks
kissing bleeding reaching through the truth
returning to where there could be no book
burning your memories into the scrap book heartless
mind
the tree splits the using love of the past
previously stealing so much from nothing
theres no one left to try......

finding the only one
losing the only one
right there on the same page
all at the same time,in the same movement
in one beat of a loosely wound clock

the surprise on her beautiful face
when she sees its you shes trying to sell her self to
and hiding the hate high away
rubbing her eyes to see if she sees right,in the morning sun shining througgh the hazey life we thought we needed
and the clouds take yesterday a degree or two
as you police yourself thinking your stopping me
you know not me or you from free
cutting out the cancer ensuing your dirty looks
from another reigion echoing what your all gonna die
for this time with the libiaries full of
listeners and the user taking ,why
have you no love for music
open the door
the heat exhales from the perfect non-perfect walls
you have enclosed your freedom with
maybe its lies that you want to live the art
die the role
reach for your dreams by staying within the lines
as the shadows move hiding that your not alone
we are not at war have no hate energy towards
the woman preaching what she feels is the way out of hell even if its better somewhere else like a big lincoln - kenedney coincidense
the dirt in the alley ruining what you waste
and the unspiolied knowlage then exceeds repeats
and can tell you are wrong in fact have done it wrong
only to have been taught what to expect from the
artist type the truth and nothing but the truth

yeah thats how i feel now
travis ray cole

Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 21:18:25 (PST)


corrections
by
travis ray cole

you to me
romanticlly
love like we hold hands
wrapped like a thorny vine
catching holding never letting go to what is inside
your frozen heart lets go and flys like the very
meaning of our very bieng and love discovers what?
what we mean,defined what is us what we mean
love begins to know
to what is not,you close the door
I am what you know
from the middle till the end across the street and back again as a bird not raven flys the darkness
turns to light.and freedom screams our dream
light shut out the night alone we two
just me and you
from the crossroads the devildog is gone
you are not a dove we two are just love
and held like it was gods hands holding me you
rolling the dice in the middle of the
intersection of our life.
you fly
but not away
not away from me
not away from me this time
there is no him
there is no her
there is us
love in the heart of lust
could the choice be made
could the decision be wrong?
we will live within while living out this poem.
kiss once,once more
the heart that you do hide
the love in your mind
the times we said goodbye
================================


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



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



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



"AND IF THERE IS"

And if there is a you
there is a me
And if there is love I am free
and if there is an end
I will die not me
And if you want me
come get me
and if you know say so
and if we cant make it work there is no answer
because no one else is for you
as noone else is for me
and if i was then i am
and only you can make me who i really am
and if theres noone
we are still we
and i do love you
i want to hold you
with every line you put a hold on me
and if there is freedom
there is a lie
only because you are really mine

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

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

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

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

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


Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 20:59:46 (PST)


"Broken"
by
Travis Ray Cole

guess what I want for you
guess what I want with you
guess what I want in you
I don't need the answer
I don't need the truth
theres something to believe in
I want rid of it too
I don't need another habit
or caught up in you
truth is I'm lying
I'd never end it with you
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 20:30:07 (PST)


" Second Hand "
by
Travis Ray Cole


I've got a poetress in waiting
and know a girl who could lie thru a dream
I know I'll never get nowhere
theres no inside to you it seems
if we hesitate to sleep on it
tomorrow may mean retreat
I've got no more to waste on
someone who does'nt know what I mean

Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 20:09:06 (PST)


seriously so serious
of all these issues
that lay before me
Ive come a long way
and yet feel no change
I was given an opportunity
which only few ever know
what went wrong Im not to sure
I walked a road which left you
and travelled miles on a path
that eventually did not last
so now that I have come back
nothing with you seems the same
I am lost with no where to go
someday I will come to terms with the change
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 19:14:59 (PST)


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Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 01:14:04 (PST)


i miss him so as i sit here tonight
lost within my own mind i cant let go
tangled in his seductive words i am
i just wish i had a way to tell him so
he makes my frown turn itself upside down
so much so I have feelings beginning to grow
even though hes hes noone i really do know ;~)
sweet
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 00:07:11 (PST)


please do not hold me in your mind
even if you really do love me so
please take me out of your memory
may my name never roll off your tongue
and that your eyes quit seeing me
here's to your lungs that they not fill
at least with the breath that is for me
please let go of me by releasing your spell
my mind has been moving away from you now
will you do the same and wipe it all away?
my soul with yours will never die unless you forget.

anonymous
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 23:38:16 (PST)


Beyond Existence

It seems the world has changed its ways
Each and every all play a special role
one thing is for sure -
it is not the same.

The time had come where divine
had intervened laying down
the law that would uphold
for another seventeen.

Centuries that is as that
will be the time when the
universe will come to align. Along
with that will be a chain of events - a series of
disasters happening again.

They will know what this
means as they become wise
for I am the divine
representing this disguise.

Do not listen without hearing
What has been said - I
will soon be gone, leaving
you to think I was a
figment in your head.


Weird Eh?

It might help you to know
that what you have experienced
Is just a fraction of what I
can show.

My mind works in cycles
unlike any you have seen
I will appear to you frequently
But only in your dreams.

Cause dreams are what
I am made of - untouch
able but yet so real
In your presence you will feel me
So get ready to watch me feed.

I will call upon forgiveness
to bless us during this
time. It will listen to the
sorrows that will forever keep us apart
united we stand, joined
at the heart.

Isn't that the way it was
suppose to be, the nature
of this conversation, wouldn't
you agree?

I now have to leave, as you
will soon be awake
not knowing whether to
believe.

The agreeance is certainly there
So why do you do what
you do, when all you
do, is because you don't
care.

There will never be any
denying in what I feel
This moment is of many
moments in which I
know is real.

They are a series of events
in which the challenge will
begin, the reason for this
is to decide who will win.

Upon his victory what
shall the winner receive
An evening in my company
Where I am free to leave.

Why do you see fit not to stay
Will it ever be in your
mind to come visit some
day.

That day is already here
and as you can tell
we are really sitting here
I know that you may not
understand, but it is
important that you
advocate on behalf of the land.

Where are you now, this
is what is important to me, you
and you damn spell
won't let me be.

You know what you
did so face that fact.
the reality is I am not
coming back.

Is this me talking or
is this you, please don't
leave me in the dark, that's
the least you could do.

What do you think - give
you a hint, you are not
far behind. I am where I've
always wanted to be
it is safe you will see.

This game has become
boring, something I
will not play, show
me what you are
made of and I
will go away.

You must not leave right now
I am just getting started
have I frightened you somehow?

Yes, as a matter of factly you have.
But that is okay, you are
only trying to win in
what you convey.

Yes, this is true in all that you
say, but the point I'm trying
to make is that you
continue to play.

Well I stand to be corrected
as the fun has just begun
It is hard to believe that
you are just a tease, my
mind you will not as I
haven't forgot the ways of
your past that made you
a blast ! !

Well once again you have
made me laugh, just as
I would looking back on
the past.

The past is the past - can't
you see how I have changed
in the ways in which I
think, oh ya I do not drink,
anymore, I became bored.

You must be tired as you stare
at the cat, I think I'm headed
for a nap, but before we
depart let it stand that
we are no longer joined at
the heart.

-> Imagine a dream where
we go each night. Hoping
for its reality in the next
daylight. Never do we find
the one's that we want
as they are gone forever
only to be left with a haunt . . .
of images as to what it
might have been like to
meet up some night.
goodnite w/B

Well I know it to be the same
but who is to blame.

Please dream with me
tonight, the wizard of
my choice. It makes it
seem so special when
there's always a familiar
voice.

I will be there you can
count on that. The
night is young and that
is that.

What shall we dream or
can you tell, I just thought
of something _ you made
your presence know when
you fell.

Ahha you figured me out
a passenger in a classroom
creating an interesting
doubt. Dreams are very special, and this one
you will have to wait I'm trying to figure
out how to unlock the
gate.

The gate to where I might ask.
don't play games,
take off the mask.

I suggest you take the
leap, you will know
what I speak of once you
fall asleep

Do not make promises
that you cannot keep
I am anticipating a
visit from you as
soon as I go to sleep.

Remember Dreams are
What I am made of
and that is all I am
going to say. good nite
for now until I return
to stay !

sweet
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 23:26:17 (PST)


MemoryBank

My eyes are the camera
and my mind is the film
you are my only subject
I want to take photos of
to have of you always
inside my head storing
and if I shall chose to
someday I will recall
my snapshot memory
of you that I once took
while you were stood
while you were waiting
while you were looking
while you were walking
while you were talking
I was watching you too
watch me watch you.



Realized a Dream Today

at this moment I see you there
there's a smile in your eyes
and for years it said hello
But never from our lips
did the passion of breath flow.

I have wanted to touch you
since before this though
taking my time with you
your soft body I do caress
In my dreams last night
there was just you and me
sitting upon my footrest

Only to make love
of a sensual kind
within this realm
I am with you open
to experience the desire
manifesting inside ourselves

I woke up this morning
and that's when it occurred
it is my feelings for you
that out of this dream
would be so absurd.

To hold you is to care for you
to look at you is to love you
to talk to you is to appreciate you
to hang with you is to know you
to think of you is to smile
to wonder where you are is to worry
hopefully when you looked into my eyes
you connected with the love I set there
I wanted to know you oh so bad
and I wanted you to know me as well
to write about you now is to cry
to know I never met you is to feel like forever being alone


mystery surrounded your eyes
but your soul did come through
when I gazed into your love
I knew you for me it was true.

I wanted to take you then
but was simply too afraid
didn't want no part of rejection
if on my part it was projection.

although my heart new different
cause it reached into your love
to feel the depths of true pain
without ever meeting you my soulmate.

you have appealed to my heart and soul and
within time you have also captured my mind.
my wish would be to have you oh so near me
so that we could nourish this heartfelt bond.

much time has passed and love is still strong
but without you here I am way too restless
as I know that someday I will need to know
from you the feelings we shared in passing by

if and when that time does arrive for us
I will be ready just as I am right now
to take you into my arms and hold you close
so that you will know how much I care
to give to you my heart, mind, soul,and body
through the love-making process.


your eyes or my eyes
what's the difference
their both the same
wouldn't you agree
as you stare at me
don't you see you
cause I do see me


From soul to soul
a breath was taken
and one was received
the making of love
transported thru tunnels
none other than above
inhaling life's force
is a prescious gift
to which pure appreciation
can only be known
if between soul to soul
a life was conceived.



the magic love triange between Damien, Matt and Me..

Everyday I am longing for you
deep inside my heartless soul
I try not to think what its like
for you to be in so much pain
because I will not let go
the trees lose their leaves
the leaves lose their color
the colors lose their souls
and of course they will die
I kno in my heartfilld soul
that you were to be the one
but that was taken away
cause I was having some fun
or what I thought was o'kay
I am quite aware now a days
that behaviour is not right
harmful as a bad habit
I thought of you day and night
time flew by like that airplaine
floating in the midnight sky
we could believe the charm worked
but we know better of our own minds
the power, the persuasion, the control
all part of the equation to shape our souls
Perceptions are not few and far between
everyone human has them and nor are they
wrong or right so I guess to each their own
Including yourself, so I give you up this third november night.
I am sick of your attacks onto my life
meaning I am tired of your ploys including the Matt!
You know what I'm talking about and if you don't
then the triangle really does exist?
bottom line either your consciencous or your not
but in the end no one should care cause you don't exist
beyond what I may or may not have ever thought.
my mind, my focus, my control, my, my, and my.
that's what I ever have only been about...Me.
that Is why you suffered in love over Me.
and that's why things between my Mats and me had to be
a sudden search to connect the communication lines
barely has anything to do with you or your love
putting the Mats under my feet and then pulling away
was perceived through the eyes as love at first sight
effective from that point on you were not the one
he had taken the place were you once belonged
he was pure, he was love, he was sexy, he just was
he had your eyes, your walk, and your lips
butterflies have replaced the dolphins cause that's
what he did each time our souls did pass
my heart, my soul, my love, he could have it all
he was the second coming of you, my chance to redeem
even though it is you that I try to call for charm breaking advice.
but like i'd said before its already broken through ownership of "locus of control"
You can still "dream on" about lovemaking with me
but it is him that will always be the one that I desire
In my thoughts he is there sharing feelings simotaneously with me and my heart and soul
cause remember I declaired that before
that my energies or thoughts are with him
he wanted me to have a clear shot of him
to place deep within my developed third eye.
we are connected unlike you and I who only will connect through the phone or cable somehow.
From this point foward I put you in the backward place that you do belong which is in 1993. bye.


Must what you say
and say what you must
always be in an impleasant way.
you think through your tongue
and vicious it so becomes
but how does that help you
become a better human today?
if you tell me that it does
then you are more confused
from what I thought.
its okay to voice what needs to be said
and the key is at the lower end of above
but instead your mind and eyes are too fixed
one dwelling on the flat side
of any battery that you hold
making it difficult to see the bump
if only you could be the one to triumph.
are you proud of anything---anything at all?
even if it comes from our world of material
hey paint that in your city of murals and dreams
target the real issues
of how societies have got here
and why we are who we are
as a society to be so greedy
towards nature in order to survive.
maybe your're right that it'll never be stopped
so according to you, my love for nature can also stop?
you need some balance and I want some peace
thank someone(s) for christmas
as no one will think I'm a freak
when as the holidays draw near
I will be giving thanks for life
to who I think is my creator(s) and my sustainors
and praying for positive peace through the bump on my battery.



I ain't doing it
you are not him
wish you were thou
that way I would
wish you could meet
you would like him
that I am sure of

He was special in his own way
to look at him was to see love
his eyes were made of something
you rarely get to see everyday.

There was passion in that human
similar to that of my own desires
to imagine us together was real
In my arms, him, I was able to feel
the afterwarmth of sincere care and love

My breath each time he did take away
He moved with style and with grace
that could of been her name I'm not sure
In any case, my breath he stole without kissing my face.

I love him for that and always will
made up my mind that he'd be the one
His eyes told me everything about our son
he maintained his face over and over
he was even consistent with his composure

I studied his face when a chance to glimps
he was the impression and my mind made a copy
I placed him in my mind and in my heart
and from that day forward he became my hobby.

Is that love or me escaping my own reality
the one where I already have a life begun
that one is six, your seven, and he's two.
Don't Matter Does it, cause it's him not you.
sweet
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 22:57:54 (PST)


internet romance so much easier
than walking out that door
in the real world
filled with real heartbreak
no i'll stay inside
where its safer
where i can hide

hiding behind the computor screen
typing smiley faces and kisses
to a girl i don't even know
and she doesn't know me

makes it so much easier
why do i even bother
with going out into the world
when its all here
right here
in this screen

who needs sex
with millions of porn sites
who needs romance
with online personnals
need to talk to someone
chat is where you go

its just easier
than a broken heart


K-DOG
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 21:51:39 (PST)


sweet<........hasnt been here in a while {{{{{{Travis}}}}}}} please refresh this room with your thoughts as you are the only one i really do understand in here and it is through your words besides my own that I find some peace of mind.

Craig....its time for a crop..?
sweet
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 21:06:45 (PST)


do you even realize?

my suffering has no purpose
at least from what i can tell
time brought you to me and
time took you away from me
now i live inside this box
only to echo these words of loss
empty is this place called hell
sufficating on memories of you
never knowing if youll know them too
orange flames are all i can see
this is certainly no place for me
here i am and somewhere you are
in an instant the tables could turn
not ever again to be in the same time and space
going going gone your picture they burn....
sweet:~(
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 20:36:34 (PST)


Balance



To believe in yourself,
is something that one must do,
in order to achieve a balance
so that dreaming can come true.



I wish for others to accept
the happiness so many have found from
within. There would be no need to intercept
as they are living their life - so your
life could essentially begin.



If recognition is what they really seek,
then at last we meet, my approval is given,
so be gone now that you have got what you need.



Not too many are interested
in just what you know;
For actions are the strings
that govern the whole show.




If one is content with
what one has come to know
then so mote it be, and
let others go with their flow







Democracy

They push and they pull
to have their own way.
They are becoming obvious,
they won't take a subtle hint,
warning them that our friendship
would end up this way.

Happiness is one of
the ultimate truths.
It comes from within and goes
without. Therefore, I don't
need to join - as I've
already figured this out.

Instead, what I thought I might
do, if you really must know -
is set an example - for
the audience of this show.

Freedom and justice are a Libra's
claim, and to this they
must stay true - they
cannot be corrupted in
reaching their aim.

The hardest idea for them
to understand - is that
my soul is already planted
in the ground, belonging to a
garden that is rich in creativity,
grown by a love in which
I found - from within.

Yet they try and they try
to corrupt this unique path,
using their spiritual corruption
as their main task.

Joining forces is not what
this poem contends; Merely,
just being happy for one another
will usually cultivate friends.

Many seek comfort in the
known, and that is alright
so the same should be for
an Indian gypsy balancing
her individual peace, hoping
that others will see their own light.

For that is a moment
truly of its own kind. The
truth sets in to help
you find. Balance can be yours,
if you choose to believe that each
is an individual - so mote it be
sweet :~)
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 20:14:58 (PST)


my soul is housing emotions
that i just cannot explain
the fear of losing us and u
even though i dont have you
is really driving me insane
i see me deep in your eyes
and i feel you in my heart
i knew i loved you from the start ;~)
sweet :~)
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 19:20:35 (PST)


and only the empty arms of the daughters of poseiden cradle his
broken wings
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 18:04:48 (PST)


"Nothing About Work"

Find
note book with nothing in it

Disolve
delete all email accounts

shuffle
move boxes

prevention
remove rock

heal
time

respect
lie to the others some more

hide
put bench away

All of the above
repair if needed

peace
start war with yourself and others

concern
continue with list

priority
nothing you would expect
shove it up your ass
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 11:25:12 (PST)


Goodbye

shwing goes the elvis christ budda contender
white meat white meat
we all fall down
raw turkey breast says
chicken/corn dog sandwich
raw rotten gravy
you drive me crazy
milk me with your throat
why pray to fruit flies
or offer them to
the tax free
snake handling minsters
buying sex selling slaves
soidering resistors
swallowing
metal tasting spit
inhaling
cat shit in the floor
pinko postal puppet strings
could'nt put humpty dumpty back on the radio again
strands of hair decorating
the soiled stained officially decorated hero you love most
Anonymous uck duck duck goose
- Monday, March 12, 2001 at 15:18:56 (PST)


hey, don't you DARE shake off that dust
cause I need it
since you could never be the mountain

(and I could never settle for your many flights or flares..there's never even been ONE rock of solidarity in you)


Eve
- Monday, March 12, 2001 at 13:22:46 (PST)


"Porn"
Anonymous
- Monday, March 12, 2001 at 09:05:51 (PST)


I KNOW

lying to make myself feel better
breaking a heart half a world away
just so i don't have to hear the excuses
so i don't have to hear the lies
when she decides
she no longer wants me

i know it will happen
always done
why do i always have to be the one
to spend the endless nights
tears on the pillow
staring at the ceiling
dreams filled with images
of days long before
not this time

this time its my turn
to say we can be friends
its my turn to say
no its not you its me
its my turn to be the asshole
i deserve it don't i

she'd just get rid of me later
she'd blow me off like all the rest
i'm just looking ahead
taking a chance

K-DOG
- Sunday, March 11, 2001 at 22:46:23 (PST)


how long can a man go
without feeling the touch of a lover
the touch of a girl
i can see here now
hair flowing in the wind
a smile that melts hearts
eyes that glow in the night

i can't remember what love feels like
to wake in the morning and not be alone
to know someone will be there
if everything goes wrong
that someone cares
if tomorrow i am gone

i see her in my dreams
and wonder where she can be
did i pass her already
miss the chance
that seems to be the easiest answer
that i should just give up
that fate has failed me'
and left me alone

how long can a man go without
the warming touch of another
before the mind begins to go
much more than a want
a basic human need



K-DOG
- Sunday, March 11, 2001 at 22:40:42 (PST)


"..You keep your distance via the system of touch, and gentle persuasion
I'm lost in admiration COULD I NEED YOU THIS MUCH?
oh you're wasting my time
you're just, just, just wasting time
Something happens and I'm head over heels,
I never find out, 'till I'm head over heels
something happens and I'm head over heels
don't take my heart
don't break my heart
don't, don't, don't throw it away.."
Tears for Fears
- Sunday, March 11, 2001 at 11:45:21 (PST)


here I am...
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 10, 2001 at 13:37:41 (PST)


she said she would never leave me and sure she lied she lied right to my face but that doesn't matter because i love her and she loves me you see, she really does and she'll be back, i know it, she has to come back ... my friends say she played me, say she never really loved me, but she did

kdog
- Friday, March 09, 2001 at 23:05:09 (PST)


He He Hee
Anonymous
- Friday, March 09, 2001 at 19:47:17 (PST)


Ha HA haaahah haa HAA
Anonymous
- Friday, March 09, 2001 at 06:30:40 (PST)


..and he promises to be "mine forever" when he can't even give me one day of the year in his recollection..
amazing.
so truly fitting of your character
Thanks a bunch
it's been 5 too many years, I'm afraid

(screw HIS birthday presents..)


Eve
- Tuesday, March 06, 2001 at 17:43:25 (PST)


In the full moon tonight
I willl walk the street of night
will you lock your windows and doors
i could seduce you to open them for me
give yourself over to me and bow down
i am the gamemasterand the goddess of conners
and will have your soul on a platter
in the full moon of tonight
cloak pullled over my face
you will never know me
i am Lady Evil
Lessa Rose- Please respnd to this poem, critisize
- Tuesday, March 06, 2001 at 10:33:28 (PST)


HA HA HA HA HA HA H A HAAAAAAHA HA HAAAAH AHAHHAAAAAAHA
HUE!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 06, 2001 at 07:24:56 (PST)


im sorry
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 06, 2001 at 03:58:42 (PST)


either do honey, or don't keep me waiting for so long now is the time to go forever
Anonymous
- Monday, March 05, 2001 at 23:15:20 (PST)


death to all dads
lazy dads who don't pay !!!!!!!
death to all dads
lazy dads who don't play!!
death to all dads
lazy dads who don't say!!!!
death to all dads!!
melissa
- Monday, March 05, 2001 at 13:06:59 (PST)


Move to the sound
of our hearts beating as 1
Dance to the music of our love
My dear love, i care for u so,
y do you tourture me and leave me alone
stories you tell me of things you do without me
rhymes you say of things you did today,
what is our song
what do you say
when you are without me
does your day get darker
do you miss me like i miss you
Lessa Rose
- Friday, March 02, 2001 at 09:58:54 (PST)


Satan?Is it that time of the month honey?
Anonymous
- Friday, March 02, 2001 at 08:18:33 (PST)


http://www.pathetic.org is a legitimate website where you can post your poetry... i wasnt using it as an insult towards anyone here at pandora's box...
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 01, 2001 at 19:54:15 (PST)


naw, Satan man, hes a gentleman. He don't wear the panties, man. Thats Michael's little secret, man.
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 01, 2001 at 18:11:27 (PST)


Satan, Satan, Satan,
Your not really bad looking, for your age,
but you really need help with your make up,Honey!
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 28, 2001 at 10:52:00 (PST)


Nope, you failed.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 27, 2001 at 16:16:13 (PST)


whoa,Satan,you got a run in your pantyhose babe!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 27, 2001 at 12:47:17 (PST)


hey god--
were you aware your son failed?
but i hope you knew that.
Anonymous
- Monday, February 26, 2001 at 16:13:55 (PST)


break it up ladies,wait until the bell rings
Anonymous
- Monday, February 26, 2001 at 12:31:16 (PST)


should've stopped way long ago
and that is no way to make a coconut pudding
or wear red patent leather latigos
they inform me
she's three purple thumbs
hairline fracture
and just walked it off
nothing's better, really
nothing really is better when the key's still stuck on the kite
three seconds till electrocution
I can't wait till your dissapearance
hook away
*** not a good accompaniment or compliment to bisuits, cookies, and/or crackers***
Eve
- Monday, February 26, 2001 at 09:33:01 (PST)


should've stopped way long ago
and that is no way to make a coconut pudding
or wear red patent leather latigos
they inform me
she's three purple thumbs
hairline fracture
and just walked it off
nothing's better, really
nothing really is better when the key's still stuck on the kite
three seconds till electrocution
I can't wait till your dissapearance
hook away
*** not a good accompaniment or compliment to bisuits, cookies, and/or crackers***
Eve
- Monday, February 26, 2001 at 09:30:57 (PST)


You are may favorite cup
Of full body pleasure
Decaf
Tenaciously surrounding my soul
I linger in your existance
Swimming to the rim of you
I float in your foam of ecstacy
Ingrid Rivera-Dessuit
- Monday, February 26, 2001 at 08:39:54 (PST)


skippy skip skip
peter panny kissed his fanny
jumped ship
jumped croc
jumped hook
aged twice
skip skippy skip
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 25, 2001 at 10:13:06 (PST)


Robbin I love you in the worst possible ways
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 25, 2001 at 05:18:37 (PST)


so-called-poets are off kilter in the worst possible manner
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 24, 2001 at 21:40:10 (PST)


gather barflies to the oven door
sing songs to the tiles and the oven mits
burning bread perfume your shoes
the rug.
the river cuts a course through the french doors
past the oatmeal down the hall
we wind curtains to make thread.
iscariot
- Friday, February 23, 2001 at 21:36:36 (PST)


http://www.soareyou.org
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 22, 2001 at 11:23:30 (PST)


"The Clintons want to pay the monies back"

AND the next thing I knew
I was buying cat food for the whore

If things keep going the way they are
they really will be eating "Presidents Choice"
brand generic foods.

Anonymous
- Thursday, February 22, 2001 at 05:37:07 (PST)


http://www.pathetic.org
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 21, 2001 at 21:07:41 (PST)


Would God do it again for no reason??
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 21, 2001 at 20:03:01 (PST)


It's a phase perhaps a lucid vision
I'm thankful for the gift
cause I'm living more at any given moment
more life more living
concentrated
perhaps I'm ready to receive a little more now
this is what it's like
to live life over and over

pushed through our coverings

there are things around me trying to get my attention
just because I'm more awake now
just because I know what seeing is
It was that bird in the parkinglot
heraled of things to come

the spirit's in the violins

it comes when you don't try
anything that flies
***beginning of PISCES***

Eve
- Monday, February 19, 2001 at 21:30:53 (PST)


"Where are the Gods"

Battle ship games and radar lies
search and seizure
drunken stupor mothers milk is legalized
Prison penpals and mail order brides
draining support groups tied to rule books
of meaningless words that don't apply
everybodys free to choose and someone will decide
all my love and words
about freedom bieng a lie
all my hope,dreams and feelings
baptised inside sarcasism
out of blood
sold for a glance out the window
bought and tossed aside
refugees dance across the empty ending
owning nothing but garbage
stabbing heels through dirty eyes
never going no where
minute hand openly hides
its not the acid thats bad
media medicine mixtures
of coverage reported
singing one side of the story
its not a ten step plan crying
eleven home abortions drying
you voted for them to decide
thirteen times
sewage paste ice
bath tub speed and the wrong diganoisis
every other time
do you thirst
ugly porno surprise
naked tobacco taste
spit into the sky
buy into the true alibi
make love to the war machine
and feel so alive
you are the answer
burning violins with ten thousand goodbyes
reading letters from political heroes
around the fire
eating nothing
stealing identities betting on confusion
until all of it was over in your mind
still he remembers running with the tapper
and hiding under the spotted flags
hurting forever when the lyrics meant nothing
and the leads burnt in
like shock treatmeant
red was warm
electric was sinful
low on blood but still alive
nothings melting
Travis Ray Cole
- Monday, February 19, 2001 at 19:20:34 (PST)


What if the pictures recorded happened tomorrow
What if the steps towards the fast forward life
Had already been taken

Would that mean me
Would that really include urs truly
Is there really such a thing as remote control

Fumbling to find the record button
Messing up both machine and fingers
Trying to get a hold of what HAD been recorded

Looking over the deleted scenes
Confused by the display
Not understanding why it keeps resetting the counter

Being caught between the comfort and the boredom
I try to understand…
Whats wrong with the freakin vcr ???


Vrahz
- Monday, February 19, 2001 at 08:13:15 (PST)


who the hell knows, or cares

Anonymous
- Sunday, February 18, 2001 at 22:23:35 (PST)


"Maria means heartbreak"

before I waste all my dreams
yesterday is tomorrow
heart beating
clock ticking
mind blending
all a lie I see

wake up to believe
lust slides across me

I more hunger than thirst
for Goddess from the Heavens seas

the only love down to earth
right beside me
there was never a soul I wanted
if mine was only lost then
love will never find me




Anonymous
- Sunday, February 18, 2001 at 03:02:47 (PST)


I'M THINKING YOU HAVE SOME SORT OF MENTAL PROBLEM!
IF NOT MANY.
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 17, 2001 at 12:02:26 (PST)


Bull elephant penis rigor mortis
stiff stiff fucking rigor mortis of the soul
this town never changes
and you can see the lights
the red light transit towers
--city lights. and the
dust and the desert-
--the ocean; theyre opposites you
know, the desert and the ocean.
How'd you like to scuba dive
in the desert? suffocating
suffocation suffocation sublimation;-
rigor mortis of the eyes, the mouth
the ears. choking on the dust
of things you never said.

-"What are you thinking?"
jaded
- Saturday, February 17, 2001 at 09:06:37 (PST)


I guess it is the truth
funny how a word repeats throughout the day
sticks out
and you wonder what the fuck the importance is
what's the purpose of the mumbo jumbo bullshit you keep repeating
right as you wake up to
the early hours of

this next day

tripping to find the bathroom lightswitch
and your daylight's a bitch

yeah,I think it's the truth
I swear I never left

Eve
- Friday, February 16, 2001 at 20:35:49 (PST)


I find it best to stay awake for 72 hours then read it!
Anonymous
- Friday, February 16, 2001 at 18:53:51 (PST)


oh he said he loves me
how do i respond?
im in love with your tragedy?
anonymus
- Friday, February 16, 2001 at 10:53:50 (PST)


"Against the Grain"

Ocean wind tunnels
across veins and memories
melting celtic imaginations
cubism mind kite weapons
generic dream panic
rotting cypress nurses
and joker wizards
dance with choke holds
rumoured incognito speech glitches

Design addicted savage fugitives
respected humming machine chill
raining tribal beauties
bleeding burning reapers
dead roses
scar dragon skulls

Classic demise of tributed love
never feeling lies fade away
snakes wrapped around crosses
through time laughing at money and pain
barb wire chains on heeled whores
out of the grave
Travis Ray Cole
- Friday, February 16, 2001 at 03:40:23 (PST)


"Words without a page to bleed on"

The fog glazed the snow colored moon
as cold as your reflection
as sharp as the broken pieces of mirror
in empty memory laughing at the future
your lips over glossed like wet kisses
speak my name with yours
casting spells whispering lies
love finds you
as your fine black hair lays across mine
as I taste your dream and breathe your words
You abandon me

CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE(C)2001
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net
Anonymous
- Friday, February 16, 2001 at 00:54:57 (PST)


The fog glazed the snow colored moon
as cold as your reflection
as sharp as the broken pieces of mirror
in empty memory laughing at the future
your lips over glossed like wet kisses
speak my name with yours
casting spells whispering lies
love finds you
as your fine black hair lays across mine
as I taste your dream and breathe your words
Anonymous
- Friday, February 16, 2001 at 00:48:23 (PST)


i remember erica
and the smile she gave
her laugh in the night
in the darkness
when i couldn't see
but i could feel

i remember he kiss
like no other
so much behind it
does she remember
wherever she may be
does she remember the night we met
does she remember me

tattered picture in my wallet
all i have left
the touch of her lips
gone from mine
but not in my dreams
not in my sleep
there we dance
there she laughs
there she smiles

i do remember erica
she was like no other
tattered picture
and a dream
all that remain



KEN
- Thursday, February 15, 2001 at 21:45:06 (PST)


YOU...
The only one
That brings me to my knees
YOU...
The only one
That my heart sees
YOU...
The only one
That I want to please
YOU...
The only one


ALWAYS
- Thursday, February 15, 2001 at 15:01:21 (PST)


fine if thats the way you want it
you can accuse me of all the cold finality I deserve
"for just a minute, there I was dreaming, for just a minute, it was oh so real, for just a mintue, she (he) was standing there, with me"
and what did i expect? sometimes I am the best prophet
and what did i think would become?
and what did i think? what did you think? what we thought?...forever is forever not mine
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 14, 2001 at 23:21:18 (PST)


thats the love bug for ya
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 14, 2001 at 16:10:42 (PST)


False Truth

Love, like a river is flowing.
Through times of storm it overflows,
violently thrashing your heart.
Yet at the same time it gently caresses
and holds you in it's sweet loving arms.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
but all it does
is tear at the gentle tissues of your soul.
For an eternity you have been cast aside,
passed up in spite of your deep love.
That smile, the sweetest smile,
just an illusion,
a mirage in a desert of harse reality.
Deception,
Those little hints, leading you along the wrong path.
An ocean of tears lie in front of you.
The ocean, growing deeper with every passing day,
until eventually it becomes so deep
you cannot cross it
to reach the love you dearly long for
on the other side.
But however hard, however long you try,
this love evades your every step,
and then vanishes before your very eyes.

ryuuhi
- Wednesday, February 14, 2001 at 14:51:23 (PST)


a fart in court

Dont you happy Valentines me

why dont you go back to www.crackwhore.com
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 14, 2001 at 09:28:32 (PST)


I see why you don't love me
I seen maybe you do
its the distance between our kisses
thats no way to hold onto
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 14, 2001 at 03:50:48 (PST)


"Trouble"

Cigarettes and aftershave
mother is a whore
police protection
and a colliage of maintaince men daddies
I've been in love before
beautiful spanish girls
shotgun blast across our project
freedom means hang drop from the third floor
and ugly women that don't want to live nomore
crying over pictures of elvis on the television
my undercover angel brown eyed cobra
I could run faster than skate
maze of drains
the river was an episoide away from danger
I would have loved myself
and life meant acting
stealing meant living
scenes erased
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 14, 2001 at 02:53:52 (PST)


Is that you, Mr. Brunch?
Eve
- Tuesday, February 13, 2001 at 20:16:01 (PST)


the toaster popped up
like rats in the kitchen
now I could'nt care less

yesterday meant
searching the pop aisle for pop tarts
only to find the high heeled girl
pushing a full cart

A PHD a Mercedes that he doesnt own
lease

mail order brides
mace and the mail man
draw the line
cut the key
cut your teeth
poorly
only the ghetto shakes thier babies
dead suddenly
thats some syndrome
with education
the ice turned to mud
like radio in the rain

A skinny whore ran to give me ten dollars
just like her cat wanted to run away
I spent it on lottery tickets and never won.
there never was any value placed on anything
or we would have never gave it all away
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 13, 2001 at 14:32:25 (PST)


exhaleant poetry eve
you is my sunshine
my only moonshine

you are my angel shorty
closer dan my peeps
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 13, 2001 at 01:22:08 (PST)


What was the icing this time?
Absolutely no reason whatsoever
Just to chop it down
run around and start again

43rd day of the year
It's amazing how he leaves just when it gets good
and shoots out some crappy line about being there

fringed and shoddy
elastic wasteband
run up and begin again

like you care if I care if you care

so what the fuck's your hold up,smarty pants
right in the shins from
late-night-joe-volts
and his nut bolts' sugar's screwy
shoulda ate you when I had the chance
bastard breifs

***************************
forgive the unintentional, not-so-approximate rhyme, crappy onomatopoeia, and/or lame assonance..such uses of literary embellishments are of no reason and are rendered completely causeless...thank you
~management
***************************
Eve
- Monday, February 12, 2001 at 22:18:03 (PST)


anyone who had a broken bottle kicked up them could understand pain?
right?
Anonymous
- Monday, February 12, 2001 at 21:44:35 (PST)


outside the rule book
broken bible
laughing round lake girls
all I ever wanted in the world
tie me to the verse
lie to me first
dance in my dreams
and your still everything

I am not who I was
I am gone
your all I see
in the dictionary of love
a lie from them to us
rewinding yesterday
I'll be your loser
would you follow a user
bite into the seed
until theres something to believe
Anonymous
- Monday, February 12, 2001 at 01:57:22 (PST)


they are right, you know. where's the soul of the artist?
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 11, 2001 at 15:59:26 (PST)


"I'm praying for Brown dye"

I agreed to a blond date
and this one with a red and white stick shows up and beats me in the legs and knees with it
so I took her to dude wheres my car
because thats what she wanted to see
and she liked it
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 11, 2001 at 13:37:10 (PST)


"Higher Power"

I asked Grandma to pray for you to stop
wiping your ass on the white towels
she seem not to worried
there is white toilet paper right under the white towels
if it has to be "WHITE"

Why can't you use the brown towels

Sunday
the holy day
and you still shit on the towels
I will email the pope in time for something to be done about this
Oh lord please help us
stop them from wiping thier asses on the white towels
May god hear this message
let us join together as poets and pray to our
own gods now
bow your heads
may the Gods please provide a stopper
a handy wipe
some end to this
I will go to R etard Mart
and ask them to help

do you's got any shit colored towels?
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 11, 2001 at 07:04:38 (PST)


maybe the poetry sucks so much because your
the one who leaves your pubic hair stuck to the soap

oh thats nice you slob
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 11, 2001 at 00:37:43 (PST)


and the comments too
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 10, 2001 at 07:32:38 (PST)


geezuz fucking christ the poetry has really sucked lately
Anonymous
- Friday, February 09, 2001 at 21:10:13 (PST)


she is the space shuttle
model on the runway
dancing with satan in a trance
angels angels lie to me

reply in general would have to be
everybodys nothing generic pictures of sundown
fixed to decieve
I buy in the dark the third watch up your sleeve

only to gasp down your sewer hole
baptising me at last
with whatever you mean to me
your submission plea
was much better than
the dirriea you called your art
likeness to poetry

I have nothing
to die or sleep
nothing to lie for
angels angels
watch over me
its nothing
and thats what I believe in

the spilling of coffee
is all that warms me
my soul knows its an ocean
that drains the energy
while you lie to me
saying you care
making love to the po lease
Anonymous
- Friday, February 09, 2001 at 13:15:41 (PST)


I smell your cat box
and pick your pubic hairs off the soap
dream in your filth
and nothing I ever do is good enough

I wash my hands of it and still
can not get clean
you steal my roses
cover them with super glue
so it looks like drops of rain

If I really cared
or the world was'nt about pain
here in the dark
I can't see you crying
Anonymous
- Friday, February 09, 2001 at 09:43:33 (PST)


*strikeout king*

he hits me with his lips
and i succomb
ah-non-ih-mus
- Thursday, February 08, 2001 at 16:00:30 (PST)


"Barbie Guitar Sauce"

Barbie don't play a Guitar!
She just holds it.


Anonymous
- Thursday, February 08, 2001 at 12:16:34 (PST)


she wore shoulder pads
so she would'nt look round
and we was'nt even watching football
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 08, 2001 at 12:12:31 (PST)


her signature would be
leaving a cigarette butt in the toilet
and never flushing it.....
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 08, 2001 at 08:27:24 (PST)


her stupid cackling
giggles
closure to a lie
her mouth only open sores
her skin was that of a snails landing gear
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 22:54:36 (PST)


Her skin was that of a snails landing gear
her mouth only open sores
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 22:40:50 (PST)


"There's nothing left to lose, there's nothing left to fly
There is nothing in the world, that can change my mind
THERE IS NOTHING ELSE
THERE IS NOTHING ELSE...."
~Lifehouse
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 20:56:06 (PST)


There is no feeling than that of going down on a married man that loves not his wife any more

makes me feel a little wanted
even if he don't want me
but I don't care
cause he has nice lips

and he knows how to use them
Perhaps it's the thrill of voyeurism
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 19:36:17 (PST)


try a lil delay
sometimes
its wondering and new
and possible, too
my cyniyal self is too scared
to proof how nice she is, indeed
too weird to be
i kick you while cryin
i see my true love
flyin
you cannot petition my love with YEAH

jamie, the goddess
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 10:33:35 (PST)


Yes gonna light that big ass joint & jump the 8Ppl team. We are gonna stack our auras in Hell & Zeal our way through the night. AH thank God for Weed and DiabloII.
Zak
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 07:11:11 (PST)


her skin was that of a snails landing craft
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 02:06:26 (PST)


I would say guru is the luckiest man
he won the lottery got his income tax
and his pay check all on the same day

there are rumours circulating that he just might move to the other side of the trailer park

then again last week they was saying he done his own breast exams with grilled onions,
so who really knows?

satan would'nt open the door yesterday
I think he was having a private rave
with his sister again
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 02:03:58 (PST)


do you know?
when there are worse fates than ending up in a dumpster
still you need to look shocked
your mother would cry
not any mother
because she'll be one, maybe someday
she never knew that you didn't end up in the dumpster
but she didn't forget you
maybe you smile in her mind,
maybe you make her laugh in her mind,
maybe she'll end up in the dumpster.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 00:05:49 (PST)




Travis Ray Cole



"Medical Adhesives"



As the doctor scratched and scratched

the loser tickets,I thought to myself

"It's tough being a doctor these days"













"EXCUSE ME......"

Is it o.k. if exxon dumps oil

here for the next ten years?"

Request for documents denied

Planned oil spills

to burn or not to burn

pounding storms help cleanse

oil spill boosts economy.









"Things Jilla thinks when she Urinates"

We may have slept with

Jack Ginsberg before he was nobody

before he was nobody

can the hearing impaired have voices

in thier heads?

mine have a narrator

It is so sweet my new stalker is writing to me

under ten different names

sending me pages and pages of love poetry

which I delete unread and tell her

it was very good.

mirroring the mirror of film

Grandma and Mom always buy me the ugliest prostitutes

Your not Steven Spielberg

Mark Twain the new Kauraocs

less vauge {more accessible}

and surreal like we like it

we don't need your guilt pain

we dont need your guilt pain

bieng published dictionary?

Does that include making hundreds

of copies and littering

I mean satuaerating the

intersection of milwakee and damien?

I won a small garlic press,that means what?

I won a small garlic press.







"The Ballad of Bob and Emmy"

While her plumbing was up to code

it was the code of that country that carries

buckets of water on their heads.

that would have to be enough.

they would make it.

although the times were not that of Bonnie and clyde

He bought my canoe.then smashed his guitar on his keyboard.

Whenever the bird got out

it would shit all over the paintings grandma passed

around claiming the art teacher only helped her create.

hoping to keep the used water bed with fungus growing inside pretending that ele

phants dont throw their own

shit on sunny afternoons at the zoo.

she liked chicken but I took her to white castle in the

blizzard on the way home before passing the oasis

she was good but who isnt?

in the drive thru,the man gave her a free drink for waiting

and then she lied some more.When I got home I made sure

the door was locked so they would'nt steal the canned goods.








"Only After"

I kiss Robbin good morning

and she bitches

"You should'nt do that"

her breath like mace

I pull the curtain in the shower

and pull the handle to vote for her,

even though I have already

sold my vote five times

to a nice little old lady

who just so happened to be an election judge,

but promised to only use the votes on sundays at the social

service workers againt bingo players protest kegger.

I mix a big box of dried powdered milk

with rusty lead wastewater fresh out of the tap

{some of that is bait}

and then I stir it into

a big bowl of Exxon brand breakfast cereal

with little firestone tire floaties

{thats what the Astronauts eat in space}

I dig inside looking for the prize

and cut out the invalid priceline coupons for gasoline

off the side of the box

only after I drew a path through the maze

of oil slicks and I look for the hidden words on the back of the box heres

money,theres war,death,

and heres stockpile,and theres one sided news coverage.

Next I read the paper

none of my exwives have died or won the lottery

but heres something in the classifieds to dream about

the ad reads FOR SALE....

a mint condition Illinois Deptment of Public Aid

1993 issue Food Stamp

$7000,serious inquires only.

Travis Ray Cole








"College"

Sure ,I tell her on the ferris wheel

why forget arizonia

its berklee or new york

you know I lived across the street from

Mark Twains house when I was three?

in 5 or 6 years

I'll help you pay for it

if the government don't

why,I'll leave alesha or Gina

and the 3 or 4 retarded crack babies

me and gina have

and move out there with you

I'll get a job at taco bell or as a landscaper

don't worry little honey









"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 sightless daydreams

Travis Ray Cole
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 06, 2001 at 23:57:46 (PST)


"Projected vomit"

I opened her pandoras box
and inside it said I was a loser
like any box of cereal you open today
there was no free gift
only generic everyday expectations
taking the fantasy out of life
so a twelve pack later
I was enjoying her wrinkled strech marks
from here to the solor system
some other smuck promised her
vericose veins and nurses shoes
winter was six seasons away

(like a flower)
the fork lift that was to lift her off of me
had a flat
and love would soon expire
I prey I am somewhere else
I move my mind away from my body
the painful cuddleing is killing something
if not me I am seeing spots
and am dizzy
she slaps her lop sided beauty
across my face
thank something society sayes it is taboo
because the pure nakedness is hurting my mind
I close my eyes
and my face does a curly squint I slap my head
and wish I was blind
I want to somehow get from underneath her
I want to kill something
if only the word love
I picture robbins high cheek bones
as I look at her triple chin

and I imagine Robbin wraping her legs around me as I lift her from the counter
and carry her to a more countfortable place
Only to open my eyes to the bed breaking
and falling six more inches on one side

I think of marias dark eyes
as I brush doritos off
this image of loves third roll of wrinkled flesh

and wonder how she cheated on me
how could this be
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 06, 2001 at 21:30:45 (PST)


his hands were like ice
and the god of wine
ah-non-ih-muss
- Tuesday, February 06, 2001 at 21:21:34 (PST)


"The Air I breathe"

She was like spring time
with her saggy tits and big ass
and triple chin
How reminencent of the way Bob meet Debbie
pulling up along side her at a snow bank
he popped the question
"Are you a Crack Whore"?
Thats nit picking she replied

snow bank whole sale

I still don't see why they let her out
she covers the bottom of the trees with bread like some sort of food group landscaper.
we prey to god the food pantry will give her another garbage bag full tomorrow
how she works her way around the trees like
a ludicrous minute hand.

"Alright which one of you shit in the tub?"
was the question of the week
as the paintings dried the smell of art was
not that of roses and money spotted with feces
could still hold its value
it has been proven
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 06, 2001 at 06:39:54 (PST)


"Cock Suckers Birthday"

I'm moving into the witness relocation condos
I did'nt want to live in thier drafty lofts
its a lot like crack housing at the monkey farm
only nicer and we can have pets
not a house full of cats
just a couple pets

after I seen the accident the biendeto lahadas wanted me to buy thier drugsb and set me up even more
they filmed me thru the hidden camaras in the (crack mobile)survailance unit

the bad news is your fifteen year old is impregenated
the good news is its going to be a mulotto.
mom spent all the inhereintce monies on crack too.
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 04, 2001 at 22:08:43 (PST)


talk dirty
throw on your hooves,fur and horns

and just pull it out

do me like there's no tomorrow
I'm so in love with Pan
- Friday, February 02, 2001 at 20:27:10 (PST)


like a hundred blondes before her
she slides right thru my mind
I can't keep or own her
even if I cared whats wrong or right

a million kisses ignored her
missing what was never mine
just like I tried to know her
on me she wasted all her time

dreams or vision thoughts on trial
I still might keep her
away from denial
in the back of my mind

hundred times alone
blocks of alleys cleanse my mind
no one holds on to me
rotting love opens my eyes

I could have
I wanted robbin
echos
in ribbons
and nibbles on her ear

I still waste my love on yesterday
as I listen
theres nothing here
lying about fears

face the misery
she could never care
do we ever care
about anything
I would die to hold her
thats the truth
love is gross
leave me out in nowhere
your heart doesnt hear

empty
shallow
void
crystal clear

stabing me inside
making pain the only feeling
left of your lie
you never cared
when I know it was real
Anonymous
- Friday, February 02, 2001 at 11:52:25 (PST)


"Ten Tomorrows"
When thousand notes of chorus cry to the sky
inside the beautiful eyes of another tomorrow
how could my love die
I must live
there is only one reason
heart broken lies
poetry of apathy
the death of my heart
could feel no love
no feeling,only broken
how could we feel anything else tomorrow
I could love forever
love only
with
we live
without the love we die
if She is the reason God made the heavens
I could only dream to her
of her with me
as the film would stab my eyes with the passion I would kiss her smile
my heart could beat a rythym
relaying a message of love
for only she has the love I need
and to see her would leave me blind
to the art of beauty
no other model could warm my soul
noone else has the key
theres no other I want to know
and would rather go blind
than feel another glance of love

If THERE IS NO LOVE IN A HEART
ONLY BROKEN AND TORN
WHILE THE HEART LEFT EMPTY
THE BREATH OF A GODDESS
STOLEN FROM EMPTY DREAMS
THE LIFE THE MOVEMENT DRAWING NEW BOUNDIES OF ART
WE HAVE PHOTOGRAPHS TO REMIND US OF WHO WE WERE
together the clouds could cry enough to forget
she could make the strings of a thousand guitars
cry in pain multiplied by joy
an act of love art of form
the art of bieng
as no heart has a minute hand
while no heart has an hour hand
the aces king and queen
stare into a clock without a heart
one night would tear the heart out anything
just as dreams and beliefs are wants not reliegions
ideals of love full of lust
one move by the queen
and chechmate is unavoidable
unable to register a thought
that does not include her
kindness would steal the thoughts
with one move
she could steal a dream in the highest degree of love
there is no tomorrow
today
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
to RUN from
THE GLANCE OF YESTERDAY
ONLY ENDS WITH THE DEATH OF TOMORROW
NO MEMORY
OR THE DARKEST OF NIGHT COULD STOP
THE COLORS DRIVEN INTO THE STEEL METAL TEARS
FROM A HEART YESTERDAY MEANT THAT ALL
MEMORY COULD RETURN TO A DREAM
ONLY TO STEAL IT
TOMORROW TO STEAL IT AGAIN TOMORROW
WHILE MY HEARTBEATS ONLY FOR ONE
A LOVE UNDYING
TO DANCE INSIDE MY MIND
THE MOVEMENTS OF ART
COULD WE SEE A THROWN A GLANCE
ANOTHER WAY IF THE LOVE COULD RETURN TOMORROW
WOULD LOVE elapse into the morning
still burning the past out of our memories
lasting forever in the dying sun
FOR ALL FILM SHOULD HOLD BEAUTY
OR BE KNOWN AS WASTE
IT IS SENSELESS
THAT WITHOUT PHOTOGRAPHY
THE MOVING ART
IN MY HEART HELD FOR LOVE
ONLY tomorrow marked with hands of time
FORM OF ANGELIC GODDESS
EACH MOVEMENT PERFECTION
IS IT TRUE THAT A HEART WILL DIE
ANOTHER REASON WOULD NOT BE THE SAME
SUN IN THE SKY WITH EACH FLASH OF EXISTANCE
WHY today
GINA THE ONLY PICTURE OF LOVE IN MY EYE
MORE THAN MERE MONEY
WITHOUT LOVE
like water evaporing in the heat
A SPELL I WILL NOT BREAK
NEVER WOULD I EXCHANGE
THE DREAM
NO OTHER PERSON
THERE IS NOONE ELSE WHO COULD HAVE THE BEAUTY
THERE WOULD NOT BE ANY ART IN THE EYES OF THE LOVE
IF I COULD NOT SEE today
A lie to my heart
not to itself and truths divide us
without CHANGEING FEELING
TO LAST FOREVER IN A SEASON
LUST HAZED INTO BLUE SKIES
no goodbye could piece back together
a memory a broken reflection
of stopped time
when she looked into my eyes
could my life now have reason without the warmth
will the heavens open and release an angel
love of lies leave me in hell
painlessly bieng in love if there could be love
continue life
contain the seed
only tears of love
ripped from the heart
could water the roses given
the hottest summer night
in sping valentines day thoughts
with eyes of love
at a glance
the answer
steal time and memory
erase the past loves replaced with the truth
Tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
TO LOVE THE REASON THAT I LIVE
WITHOUT TOMORROW without me
THERE SHOULD BE ART
THE FEELINGS OF happiness
OF GIFT OF THE LIFE
fORever I WOULD die WITHOUT THE HOPE
of holding onto TOMORROW
like love we pass through orange skies
and seasons of love
tomorrow is for you alone
If Death Wants Me
it must be
give me only One Tomorrow With The Love
heaven Sent
Only The Love That I see
feel Only The Emotion
my heart Knows yesterday
HER MOVEMENT FILLS THE HOLLOW EMPTYNESS OF A
LOST SPIRIT
TEARING THE HEART OUT A THOUSAND TIMES OVER
GODDESS OF SOUND
LOOKS THE RIGHT LOOK
KISSES WHISPERED BY SECRECY OF HEART
TO STEAL THE STABBING CORE
THAT DEATH OF LOVE WOULD NOT DIVIDE
OR REMOVE THE MEMORY
I WORSHORP THE MOVEMENT
THE LIFE OF THE LOVE
ECHOES INSTANTLY RECALLING
A HEART THAT HAS NOWHERE TO HIDE
I LIVE TO DIE IN HEAVEN DIVIDED
WITH SKIES OF BLUE AND HEARTS BLEEDING
I LIVE TO DIE ALONE IN DEATH
IF THE HEAVENS WONT OPEN UP
WHEN SHE TURNS AND SPINS I RUN WITH HER AGAIN
IN LOVE I WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO DENY GINA
WHOS LOVE COULD STEAL MY SOUL
MY HEART RECONIZES THE ONLY ANGEL
TO CAST HELLS SPELL OUT MY LIFE
TO MAKE LOVE
LOVE ONLY tomorrow
AND HER ALONE
AS TOMORROW I REACH IN LOVE
IS IT NOT tomorrow WHO I LOVE AND DREAM TO
A SPIRIT THAT ONLY MY HEART RECONIZES
ONLY THE FLIGHT OF ANGEL
IF THERE IS GOODBYE
GOODBYE WOULD LEAVE ME WITH THE LOVE
LOVE MEANING ONLY tomorrow OR HEARTS FILLED WITH PAIN
I WILL NOT DIE UNTIL TEN TOMORROWS PASS
TOMORROWS GIVEN TO HER
IN DREAMS I VISUALIZE A REFLEXION OF ART
OF GODDESS AND LOVE
OF THE LIFE
WOULD empty dreams EVER BE MINE
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
if I was a theft
I would take the time
I would steal your heart for me,only me
greed for the love
If it there is a reason,it is you
with my heart to remember only you
feeling apathy for another love
only memory
of my heart
could this love of mine reach any other?
the way it dances
movements
the thoughts
with each turn
she lets me win until the end,
and breaks my heart
there is noone the same
noone for me
Only yesterday
there is only one song of heaven
from tears to rain
the tears
feel like the breath of an angel,
let my heart see the beauty
steal the pain
in song I beg to hear the voice call my name
a flower, an angel,
a heart broken
would you ever consider real love
Yesterday etched in blood
there is no art as that of love
there is no love which has not a glance
a glance of a feeling
released into tomorrow
I would never trade a smile
that holds the answer
her spirit is as free as life
I would die in thousand wars
swim in a sea of hell
if only tomorrow would wait for me
I live to love the only love for me
believe me
left with the very love that poisioned me
was it a dream ?
all I look for
the music it is a song
it is only love
love,
of memory break my mind without it
my heart
for its only love
as it is pain
in the sky a cloud
in the sand a footprint washed away
without it the splinter of glass stabbing me
as you sing to me with a glance of love
you leave
never without a loss bleeding into open seas of clouds
dying empty in your arms
Written to and for Gina Lee Stellow
- Friday, February 02, 2001 at 06:57:48 (PST)


nice dog info
ZAK
- Thursday, February 01, 2001 at 04:38:30 (PST)


Published Wednesday, January 31, 2001

Lawmaker seeks to insert microchips in dogs seen as threats
By PATRICK HOWE / Associated Press Writer

ST. PAUL (AP) -- A microchip implanted in the nape of a dog' s neck could be used to identify those deemed dangerous by animal control officers.

Rep. Andy Dawkins, DFL-St. Paul, says it' s too easy for owners of dogs that have attacked people to avoid complying with regulations -- such as buying at least $50, 000 worth of insurance -- that are required by law.

The chips would be implanted in dogs seized after attacks, and their owners would have to pay the cost of the procedure to retrieve their animals.

" This is really a get-tough-on-dangerous-dogs bill, " Dawkins told the House Civil Law Committee, which considered the bill Wednesday.

With the chip, the officers could identify the dogs and apply a " two-strikes and-you' re-out" provision, he said.

Kaye Peterson, who was attacked by a 40-pound pit bull in St. Paul two years ago, testified on behalf of the bill. Peterson had been raking leaves at her home when the dog, which was tethered to a clothes pole next door, broke free.

" Maybe if they looked like tigers, people would get it, " she said.

The pit bull was killed and his owner pleaded guilty to violating the city' s dangerous dog ordinance. But Peterson said most people remain unaware of the threat.

Dawkins' bill would change the law to require that dogs be killed if the owner is convicted of a misdemeanor under animal control laws due to an attack.

But it would also provide a new appeals process for owners of dogs declared dangerous.

St. Paul attorney Pamela Finamore said she' s concerned that the bill would lower the standard for dogs to be named dangerous, taking out a requirement that dogs are first deemed aggressive.

She also said the bill will make it harder for owners of dangerous dogs to get insurance. " There is no insurance company in the state of Minnesota that will give insurance for a dog that has already bitten, " she said.

Without insurance, many owners are left no recourse but to have their dogs put down, Finamore said.

Still another change would impose different consideration for dogs that are ruled dangerous to other animals, but not necessarily humans.

" If you' re a nipper of rabbits, that' s not quite as serious as being dangerous to human life, " Dawkins said.

The House committee is expected to vote on the plan Monday. It goes before a Senate committee Wednesday.

The bill would also:

Make it a misdemeanor to remove the microchips.

Exempt from the law dogs that attack while defending a home from intruders.

Allow courts to accept a photograph of a dog as evidence, rather than bringing the dog itself into court.<

Copyright 2001 Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.

Copyright 2001. All rights reserved.
this just in
- Thursday, February 01, 2001 at 03:11:35 (PST)


No Prob Bob
I like goldfish, we used to put them in our Bong. Me think they lasted 2 heads, but whats a 1$ fish compared with the fun of it?
zakai
- Thursday, February 01, 2001 at 00:56:12 (PST)


Sit down,
Zak? is it?
I've been looking over your resume here
and it is most impressive.
What I'm looking for Zak?
is beyond medication
we need a person like your self
who can flush a sick goldfish
without remorse and in turn
you shall be taking care of
for now on the family
will know you as "The Undertaker"
now heres two thousand dollars
go get you a nice suit or something
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 31, 2001 at 08:43:15 (PST)


Once or twice, or perhaps to many times i doped a cat, a mouse and a dog.

I would sit stoned and watch the little bastard of a cat attack my feet, i grabed it by the neck,
put on the work gloves and began to strangle it. I waited until the eyes were almost popping out
of its head, then i loosened my grib, while i blew a good haze of 8 dollar hashis into its head.
I repeated the procedure a couple of times, making sure it was nicely stoned. Then i released
it and watched it try to stand up on the floor. It had a strange look in its eyes, it looked very
confused, then it became very agressive and hunted invisible mice, scratched its face and
body, leaving blood all over the carpet. I used to chase it while i was screaming really loud,
you know just to see the reaction. After some weeks it became really still, it just sat in a corner
and looked scared, it wouldent eat or drink, it just liked to sit there watching our feet and
being afraid of them. My girlfriend decided to put the cat to sleep, she never talks about that cat,
but my friends still ask "You know its strange about Chriss, i wonder why he became like that ?"

My little sister had a little white mouse, in one of those big delux cages. It had a tread mill
and a little white house to match its white fur and red eyes. That little mouse loved to run
its tread mill, my sister used to sit and scream of joy when the little idiot was spinning the
wheel, but i must say the little white fuck looked happy when doing it. So one day when
my sister was on holiday, i spiced up the mouses cheese when some good speed. Damn you
should see the little fuck run, back and forth in its little cage, then up on its little mill and ran
like hell. I think it ran for 30 minuits, then all suddenly it stoped and fell out of the mill, the
mouse layed and almost bounced up and down on its back, because of its heart beat, then
it died. I must admit i was scared of what my sister would say, when she came back but she
just said "Mom can i have another one?"

Oh yes the dog...well my friend had a golden retriver, i hated that dog. So i bought some Islandic mushroomes, i mixed them with a pizza, and we havent seen him since. Damn shame i would like to have seen that..

zakai
- Tuesday, January 30, 2001 at 17:46:20 (PST)


"Job Search"{My Resume}

Temporary interview nightmare
shove someone elses steel toe boots up up up
I'm not buying any
and I ain't wearing someone elses shoes
argue with me about my tax form
I just answered the questions
can I keyboard ?
one handed
hey I wrote this
I like to keep the other one free to play
the guitar and eat

how much do I need?

well,I dont want to work for free
and I don't want to have to keep the other job
just to have money to make it to this one either
but I don't expect rock star funding
I want to eat

she was just a big.....
no
three dried up assholes one on top of the other
and the runny one on top
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 30, 2001 at 09:16:37 (PST)


paying to be groomed


what side does john wayne part his hair on
was hitler as in as his hair cut is today?

Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 30, 2001 at 02:56:26 (PST)


the lights always go out
Eve
- Monday, January 29, 2001 at 18:45:42 (PST)


away from the garden






at the crossroads I wait for her
she said she'ld be there
hell hounds bark and I drive them back
limos ride by with satan at the wheel
hell starts to laugh
and bleeding at the corner
I know she lied believe
bleed-ing from my mind
I cant think of peace
bleeding on the inside
the blues are red to me
would you be my valentine
and
sacrafice
kisses sweet

cross your trigger fingers
nothing up your streets
nylon covered calves squeeze the life from me
it was her thieghs that baptised me
maybe now shes waiting
but I'm still with maria in seven dreams
maybe now shes gone
with nothing to forget about love or me
and if shes sorry
I'm still here to put the blame on me

the streets are so busy
theres no one waiting
from what I see
and nothings ever good enough
from this side it seems

and the lights all turn on us
from a window you can see
the many different lovers past thru the intersection
while you stab your eyes into me
and there is nothing out here
cold air wraps around me
theres nothing out here
not her anyway
theres nothing out here but me
and this fool waiting

and a train rumbles by on ghost tracks
life passes by taking all the value back
returning the pain making love sad

a million cross roads
am I at the right one?
burning crosses giving the hex back
a million paths
every fork theres noway back
I keep moving thru the stones
bricks roads concrete dirt tracks
some where theres foot prints
but I'll never get her back

at midnite I'd write to her about the loss
at dusk the puppet strings would cry as if
it was to her
with feeling so strong
instruments wear out
crying until theres only broken neck notes
at the cross roads I look thru you
a thousand times alone
in time I seen thru
the wedding gown you choose not to wear
theres nothing here at this corner
except whats going down
and over there some pretending dealer
who does own anything now
and hes not really at the corner
in his heart like we are

here at the crossroads
when is she going to show
here at the crossroads
I bearly got my soul
here at the crossroads
I am always at home
all the signs are names
and you know never mean anything
at the corner
of a cornfield
and the wind
I hear it whistle
or is that just you breathing
my heart beating
you left me with a heart
so I know you'll return
if only to rip it out
and love me if you could
but no one can
except my guitar
mahogany is only wood
embedded with your jewerly
I'd take back that kiss on your neck if I could
but let me kiss you
across the intersection I look
theres nothing
and the clouds dont even stay here
bleeding grey piccasso lies across your glossed lips
I whisper I love you as I do
and walk so far away from everything I love theres only roads inbetween nothing and dreams

Anonymous
- Monday, January 29, 2001 at 10:18:55 (PST)


on my knees my hands my
...bleed, and oh my soul
my soul i sheeve
into the fragments you call....peace
jaded
- Monday, January 29, 2001 at 07:44:11 (PST)


DONNA2418

to me she was donna
followed by 2418
she was exotic
something new
she'd never done this before
neither had i
exchange of email
then finally a picture
donna don't write me no more

tink252
call her tink
short and pretty
loved to read my poems
told me i was great
told me my words made her dance
when no music played
could she see a pic
just one pic
shallow

leann69_98
but i called her sweetie
she saw the picture
but kept on writing
until one day her husband wrote

should i go on
or just talk about seacat7709
the newest one
the best one i've found
who just asked for an address
just asked to see my face
rejection is still rejection
no matter the medium

and a tear will still fall
no matter how far away



(ID's were changed slightly)


K-DOG
- Sunday, January 28, 2001 at 22:27:43 (PST)


"Old cigarettes"

She smells of old cigarettes;
and tries to hide the scent with cheap perfurme.
Her smell fills my nose,
as her presence fills the room.
She seems to glow tonight,
like everything that never was, Never Was in her mind.
She seems at peace tonight,
like for once in her life, she's got nothing left to hide...
but the smell of old cigarettes.
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 28, 2001 at 15:03:22 (PST)


and the applause hemorrhaged out onto the stage and into his head
only one part of many on him you need'nt make bigger, really
giving up your foreign lands for a zippo lighter
behind your tinsel-lined backdrop
resigning the dancing girls not just yet
for many happy shopping carts singing carols to you in your parking-lot fear
It's what I've gotta give
It's what I've gotta give
I want out of here
screeving but drawing nothing
It's what I've gotta give
the same constituant
what's on your mind
Yeah, sure wait for me there
see you at the corner
at the junction of
Fuck St. and Off Ave.
Only if you promise me you'll churn out some of that witty charm


The size of his head is undeniably immense
- Sunday, January 28, 2001 at 10:54:44 (PST)


sorry men/boys/ect...
but the truth hurts......
you're all a bunch of bastards

thanks for nothing

Anonymous
- Sunday, January 28, 2001 at 00:24:51 (PST)


The sites here in my sleep sometimes haunt me.

The carnage of this, until recently forgotten country.

The former country of Yugoslavia is where you find me.

Albanians and thier Muslim chants, The Serbs scream God, Power, Country.

I have seen the destruction, heard the women and childrens stories, and oh how they wept.

This place is a reminder that war doesn't prove who's right, only who is left.


ALABAMABOYBATTLINGINBOSNIA
- Saturday, January 27, 2001 at 18:31:55 (PST)


SNIPER ALLEY

As we march through the alley of the shadow of death,
I look around and realize there's little left.
Old ruined buildings, landmines, and barbwire,
Remnants of a holy war, in the land of fire.
We trudge through the mud, nasty and deep,
women and children, refugees now here sleep.
Most of the men are gone, Died to prove their side
was right.
Now they are all gone forever, Died during the 5 year
fight.
I look at the bullet riddled buildings,Silent witnesses of the holy war.
silent witnesses, of what happened before.
I listen to the silent witnesses, and I agree with
all they have said.
These people will be free for all the tomorrows, or by God , They'll be dead...........


ALBABAMABOYBATTLINGINBOSNIA
- Saturday, January 27, 2001 at 18:20:01 (PST)


In my dreams
And
In my heart
The way it seems
Is
The way it starts
Through My minD
And
In my voice
You know its there
You have NO choice

In the begining
Its still
"The End"
And
In the end
Its all over
AGAIN
It hurts
It hills
Its pain
It Kills

You know I know
How it feels

KeEpMeInMiNd

nglCt
- Saturday, January 27, 2001 at 13:22:13 (PST)


In my dreams
And
In my heart
The way it seems
Is
The way it starts
Through My minD
And
In my voice
You know its there
You have NO choice

In the begining
Its still
"The End"
And
In the end
Its all over
AGAIN
It hurts
It hills
Its pain
It Kills

You know I know
How it feels

KeEpMeInMiNd

nglCt
- Saturday, January 27, 2001 at 13:19:50 (PST)


In my eyes
Your perfect
Even though
Your MEAN
In Your eyes
Its not worth it
But yet
You have NOT seen


The way it should be
Your in the wrong
The way it should be
Its in OUR song

Leave it
Be it
On your way

Love it
Shove it
But I must stay

Help me
Hurt me
In your way

In My eyes
Your perfect

You'll
Will

STAY
ngelCt
- Saturday, January 27, 2001 at 12:55:48 (PST)


what happened

whatever happened to our friendship
as you went away
came back changed
while i stayed the same

whatever happened to me being your angel
you said i saved your life
helped you see through the depression
stayed with you when no one would
held you when no one could
i was there
now where are you

whatever happened to the songs
we used to sing
over the phone
around the fire
to make each other smile
now i sing alone
the songs no longer happy

whatever happened to the feeling
the one past friendship
a promise of a future unknown
whatever happened to the laughter
to the tears wiped away
to the embraces of sadness and joy

am i forgotten


K-DOG
- Saturday, January 27, 2001 at 11:34:02 (PST)


"Everybody"
re
move
digging up roots
to move the garden
insure thier health with air
and furnish the new setting
with cardboard furniture
mess your hair
whisper slut in your ear
and leave you to write poison letters
unread to your mother
as the disfunctional teacher
is but a prozak baby before his time

alone remove the lawn chairs from the pool
after a ride along the lake
and a romantic opening of refried beans
picking broken glass from your open wounds
licking the sores in an attempt at another
reason to hide from your lies
and there is nothing then
only because my lungs are clean and crystal clear
in a sacrafice to the voice
if not for me
then for the crack whores and prostitutes
the mayor has no feelings for
with the streets unclean and side walks covered with ice theres no where for them to walk
and it takes to long to wait for a phone call
past the point of for sale
like a truck that cant be driven anymore
like a loss asset or revenue
brand new thrift store shoes
stolen blood bank blues
to hurt to die

to cry inside with no tears
and hold on to the pain
of her digging up skin in my back with stabbing heels
lust only lasts forever
and she steals my heart today
I said leave it
as I walked away
in the biggest mistake
reading into everything
overlooking the answer
dont you love me
the beautiful love junkie
addicted to nothing
with courtroom lies
schemes and reflected alibies
out the door with nothing but freedom
and nowhere to hide
Anonymous
- Saturday, January 27, 2001 at 06:42:33 (PST)


that was excellent. wow.
jaded
- Friday, January 26, 2001 at 21:15:37 (PST)


Good one!
Anonymous
- Friday, January 26, 2001 at 07:41:39 (PST)


guilt
I feel as though we have done something
wrong
I feel naked
and uncovered like the government is watching us
and you walk on tiptoes in your god made heels
I would give up the welfare tree
I have no gifts no
not anything
I gave it all away
to anyone who would take it
as the blood flows back into it
we are close again
together
bones and seeds
rotting on the floor
of our jungle
run into the sea
cast your wicked spell
say unkind words to me
and run to another
fool yourself that it is not you for me
hide with you until you love only me
wear rubber to protect me while I agree to anything
just to hold you
and brush back your wings
fly in to the hurricane
is there a robbin in the garden
a butterfly an eagle cherub and knifes stab my ribs
heart within me
detatched with empty oceans of stained blood
spilled in vain meaning
I live in a world of fantasy
where it is hotter than hell
I lie to god
and the snake as well
Anonymous
- Friday, January 26, 2001 at 04:05:52 (PST)


judy i like your poem
i think you should write more!!!!


iLiKeItAlOt
ngelct
- Thursday, January 25, 2001 at 20:48:30 (PST)


It's hard to imagine they really aren't there
it's not working
laundry detergent

mascara and ice cream
What I want what I want
you want more indefinitely
more things to buy to fill the void
so maybe that segment of life wasn't meant for me
more things to own and avoid
eventually you'll see
I really couldn't care less about what you've got
no amounts of jealousy and competition
so back the hell off
overcompensate with gatdgets of many buttons

all you really have in common is the smoke in your lungs
I really don't care,.... truly
- Thursday, January 25, 2001 at 18:16:41 (PST)


If that number ever comes in
I'll be gone
I never win
If luck was a friend of mine
just for a while I'll be alright
it would make it alright
theres no love and lifes all greed
its to late for you and me
if I could only get whats mine
I'll roll on away from here
if ever the sun would shine
I leava lot like the fat invisible insect at spydersemporieme
bite the dick that fucks you bitch
I like the poem
even if I didnt reaD it
dick fucker

Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 24, 2001 at 07:36:17 (PST)


if u ddnt like my poem, u dnt have to b so nasty about it. who the hell cares? the poem wasn't for you, it was for someone else, so fuck u... buh bye
sour girl
- Wednesday, January 24, 2001 at 01:49:38 (PST)


Simple Plan

I see the way you look at me
I see your eyes look away
This is not where I want to be
This is not where I want to stay

Hear me
Fear me
Erase it now

Heal me
Steal me
Escape it now

I see the things you want to be
I see them all slip away
This is not where I'm supposed to be
This is not why I kneel to pray

Hear me
Fear me
Erase it now

Heal me
Steal me
Escape it now

I'm falling
You're stalling
This simple plan has gone a-
stray with me
Stay with me
This simple plan has gone astray

Hear me
Fear me
Erase it now

Heal me
Steal me
Escape it now

Hear me
Revere me
Erase it now

Release me
Believe me
Escape is now

I'm calling
You're falling
This simple plan has gone a-
stray with me
Stay with me
This simple plan has gone a-
stray with me
Stay with me
This simple plan has gone a-
stray with me
Stay with me
This simple plan has gone astray.

Copyright 2001 Nectarsongs
Judy
- Tuesday, January 23, 2001 at 14:05:05 (PST)


"Cemetery Road"

There is no body I want to know

Don't look at me with those eyes
don't waste your love on someone
you'll never know

I won't be here very much longer
theres someplace we all have got to go
and there is nothing left at the end of the road
don't look for me
don't look for me down at the end of cemetery road
theres nothing for me there anymore
and you don't know me
like before

everyone changes
my minds the first to roll
we keep on movin'
we keep going
roll over your soul

there never was any real love
no fantasy girl to chain me
with hearts and roses lost in lead solos

there never was a ghost in a piano
that could
look like her
and I don't know if it was sex or music
any any more
and what kind of guitar she would be
stuck in my soul
lost in my mind
like tears and dead roses
down cemetry road
there is everybody I ever cared for
the jam is over
the blues are a derivitive of hurt
the turn around is painful
only speed rips out its throat
with nothing in the memory
spells out the honest truth
leaves out the part where we lose
as hard as a tombstone
theres nothing meaning nothing
theres nowhere else to go
all the frets are taken
all twenty four
and bending what is left
somehow we return
only to live for gold
well there wont be any
out there I hope you know
theres no more reason
answers or feelings
lies to believe in
and no one left to hold
so don't come looking for me tomorrow
down cemetery road
no don't look for me tomorrow
down cemetery road

Travis Ray Cole
- Tuesday, January 23, 2001 at 04:22:15 (PST)


the bloodrose sucked, to put it kindly.
ooooo, A Vampire! and such originality too!
Anonymous
- Monday, January 22, 2001 at 21:31:10 (PST)


lern tuh fuckin spel yew ediot
Anonymous
- Monday, January 22, 2001 at 19:10:07 (PST)


The bloodrose

Sitting amongst the roses
Blood red divine roses
Rich in colour
Rich in the scent of death
His skin, pale as if tinted with winter’s icy breath
Softer than the petals that lay beneath his head is his flowing hair
Dark and devious strands
Seductive deep brown eyes
Enticing me with his open arms
I fall free and willingly into his embrace
Immediately I am weakened by the coldness of his skin against mine
I start to shiver uncontrollably
But I can’t pull myself away from him
He wraps his arms around my weak and frail body
I receive from him, the kiss of death
When I awaken, I lay beside him
My rebirth has brought with it a new passion
A new hunger
For him

sour girl
- Monday, January 22, 2001 at 14:29:55 (PST)


"My Dripping Biker Honey"

She moves in the darkness
my dripping biker honey
with a horse death metal roar
she avoids saying she once loved me

she could be anything
on the spectrum of woman
and even chases after me
my dripping biker honey

her kisses once so sweet
I fell into a tangled shackled knot
quick sand around my minds feet
gas station roses and marrigittas
until when I tried to leave
past the point of
nothing meant anything
until there was nothing left of me

she gave me everything
crosses white gold onyx rings
cast silver pueter and ceramic things
talk to me inside my dreams
getting high on everything

and I have loved the hottest whore
monotary like it was mine
I've left money laying on the floor
held my plate out for even more
went to the subway just to preform
and never met anyone like her before
my dripping biker honey

sometimes it sounds kinda funny
no budget art shows and to much coffee
head spinning
she leaves me lonely
my drinking biker honey
taught me not to love nobody
my dripping biker honey
Anonymous
- Monday, January 22, 2001 at 03:24:56 (PST)


Sliverstone blond
its your eyes I see lust through
when I close mine to try to dream
silverstone blond
its the world that seem to be getting in between you and reality
there could never be a better thought
first across the second hand


"Chapter Seven"

And would bankruptcy be my only friend
because you wont get shit from me in your little scam
and I'm just crazy enough to do it again

Anonymous
- Saturday, January 20, 2001 at 06:35:10 (PST)


should I have expected much else..and..why am I surprised??


I love this truly permanent pen that comes from my mouth
Eve
- Friday, January 19, 2001 at 23:01:47 (PST)


Open Response Question for everyone...
Are poets born, or are they made? (to elaborate, Were cummings and Eliot and Keats born as poets, or did they become poets?)
nikabelle (:
- Friday, January 19, 2001 at 19:06:45 (PST)


I was born with the sun
the stars my sisters
I remember the moon of
my mother (th Sea of Rains)
my father's house--
the bowl of the sky tossed translusence.
My pulsar beats.
I was born with the sun,
the inversion of light
Venus invertigant
Mercury my brother, swift--
the first to die, straight
splayed against the warp of night.
I wove the strands of morning.
I was born with the sun
echoed upon th'evening
of your eye. I aquiesed the light
to keep you here with me.
I kissed your heart
and smiled
when I fell from the sky




****************
[of the woman intransient,
--lacking
And 21 comes so short]
jaded
- Friday, January 19, 2001 at 18:42:23 (PST)


sometimes ever after dies upon the dawn
the prince changes back to a frog
the princess returns to a swan
and both devoured by the fog
We are like the bed time tales
to you my words were airy
I think that's why ever after fails
you always did pull wings off fearys
Cheshire Cat
- Friday, January 19, 2001 at 07:20:07 (PST)


Ever had a feeling you have been some place before? you look around at all things, thinking ,why does this feel as though I've been here. Running into people from a past long forgotten,shall we go back one hundred years ago to a love once left, will they leave you because you ran away before: or will they stay a while and close all doors? I once knew a man in 1812, I died that year running away from him, oh do my dreams haunt me, for what was done. Now tables are turned, I run to him ,he runs from me. Please let him live for we can shut all doors..................
sirens
- Thursday, January 18, 2001 at 22:20:35 (PST)


the rats are in the hallways
and theres
always justice
for some!
la la la
- Thursday, January 18, 2001 at 18:11:24 (PST)


twelve
Anonymous
- Thursday, January 18, 2001 at 15:06:01 (PST)


"politics"

the president of sleeping russia died
like another direra spotted lobotomy
thats new standing in line
while orginized crime keeps the softer toilet paper for themselves
and the americans are looking for more ways to send help or finance
lesiure prostitute cigar fun
out a hole in his neck
and paid extra to grow a breast
with the presidents choice brand chia breast kit
but did it ass backwards and only one grew on his back cancerous
the whole kit is still not paid for
because raygun forgot to send the check
or something.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 17, 2001 at 23:00:23 (PST)


he tastes he tastes he tastes
...like...
him




like nothing ive ever tasted
oh wow, oh lord
things different
ah-non-ih-muss
- Wednesday, January 17, 2001 at 21:53:25 (PST)


slithers across me
wrapped in stained silk
sliding nylon over the roughness
shiney glossed glistining pink lips
tasting deep kisses
drinking melting memories
love
swallow the truth and spits out the lies
told in heat
lust colored eyes
sexier slightly open
ten lines
- Wednesday, January 17, 2001 at 04:26:35 (PST)


three things the same:
the mouthless whore
the faceless clock
the life without point
three things different:
that night we kissed
the color of your eyes
the idea that i'll never be able to scent Candie's cologne for men without secretly smiling



oh my youth.
and 21 comes so short.
ah-non-ih-muss
- Tuesday, January 16, 2001 at 17:11:19 (PST)


I guess I am afraid never really tested
(sevruga)
could never fall too well
I am afraid I am afraid of what is
your possibility
it's different in the music's sound
still the same lies so why am I so afraid
your backward all-exclusive reluctancy
too wrapped and so warped
like it mattered at all
like it matters at all
you could be purple
martyrs in circles
he drew on his pair of hands

the lights still go out for them
the lights still burn out for what's around
everyday
couch reluctancy to seek
open to it
why am I not so eager to find out
closest exterior
even the opposite's still the same
(blessed bead)

Anonymous
- Monday, January 15, 2001 at 09:09:28 (PST)


"I looked in your eyes and I saw a world that does not exist, I looked in your eyes and saw a world I wish I was in"
VAST
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 14, 2001 at 10:25:42 (PST)


Champagne Brunch Boy,
yours are still the only ones I can stand 10 lines or more to read through
You're the Patriarch at Pandi's Shack
You still Reign
Champagne Devote
- Sunday, January 14, 2001 at 10:01:24 (PST)


"strange lies"
forked broken loaded ribs
as I try to make it up
to buttercup
to butter cup
I promise her deep into to her eyes
the holy bibles truth is
her and I
on the page where she agrees to the apple that
clyde barrow died eating
you witch
the hunt is over
move the mood
as the full moon lights the tiled voting booth
empty ballroom
we prayed to
I compromise
I need that massage now
hot porn
And I will buy you anything
in aisle eleven
within the means of cardboard furniture
to renew our vows
and bet on the new wars
you are still my soul mate for now
and for the curse to be removed you must die
dance to the sound of the wind
leave me with nothing
I steal wings from the angel of hell

call someone else for the under tow measurement
call yourself for the help
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 14, 2001 at 04:55:26 (PST)



wild horses all have mange
uncombed
but the price of animal
fence accounts
shit on your boots
little piles make big piles
I thought my shit job was routine
guru and I are atheletes
and if he didnt have all those crack sores on his face
you could see that

she left him and works all night at the gas station
while her ten year old helps out until she gets tired
and sleeps in the warm car until six

they are checking my sides for thorns scars and pain
frisking me for guns and love

for you I jammed in the garden
refused to wear your ring
in trust
looking thru radon dectors
filming thru the microscope lens
thrust thrown away
back into the well
for you my only
none
outlet camaras
cardboard furniture
on sale
telling me the shit you call money
I worked all day for is nothing
I look past all the rotting hell
the only thing that came from heaven is gina
the only love lost in the garden was gina
and a grandfather clock made in indonesia
marks the empty moments of your life
lies lust listen
theres clevage
clevage that goes so far that it isnt even on a map
skirt split so far that I hope I never close my eyes again
I will not miss the movement
she was a winner
tomorrow she will win again
I will never get a super model in the coach house
unless I get a gibson guitar
and like the unchallenged brand name
her sex was untouched
you know it was like a cadillac commercial
and I will save the next dance for your sister
and treat her like her retail value was that of a playstation2
Anonymous
- Saturday, January 13, 2001 at 23:47:37 (PST)


angst of youth
theyre all just
jaded, and thinking
theyre self-ritous
and theyre all
disenchanted
disillusioned
disembodied
and theyre all
empty
for a
long time
i though
i hated every-
thing and every-
body. then i realized
how ordinary and
generic i am,
so i hated my
self, now i dont
care

?how can you feel
apathetic when it
means without feeling?
W>E>
- Saturday, January 13, 2001 at 23:04:41 (PST)


none of you can make the
grade
alone in this world with no
escape save suicide
but when you cant control
yourself you have to
make it stop
'i know why the caged
bird sings' and sings and
one day stops
jaded
- Saturday, January 13, 2001 at 21:55:37 (PST)


yeah, you heard right
I really don't care if you are on the other side of
Earth
revolving hate
spinning around the ambit
I never promised to be your goddamned compass
right from the beginning

sweep away and out
the deeper the better

(it takes alot more than modern furniture, bastard)
Eve
- Saturday, January 13, 2001 at 20:50:58 (PST)


the babies in the backyard
licking brick fingers
it hurts you know
ah-non-ih-muss
- Saturday, January 13, 2001 at 14:11:53 (PST)


Cant see through this morphine haze,
my thoughts stand still and the time scapes,
I try to Con text, but my fingers pop primes.
A legalized loophole for contract chillers, tiert of being awake.
I miss the joint, i ordained with never-rest, as i jumped my skin and danced around upon my bones.

Z
- Saturday, January 13, 2001 at 08:00:29 (PST)


MY dream girl revised
Anonymous
- Saturday, January 13, 2001 at 02:24:01 (PST)


"All the Same"

I'm never going get to see
super model dreams like these
up your alley
screaming down your street

Split skirt and coach house clevage
with your three hundred dollar lamps
I see the light
and its not about money
because last week I felt the same way about
the prettiest girl in the project
and its not about racisim because shes a black blonde
this time its about breasts
I think
and any american would do it for me
northen american {canada,the states,mexico}
and worship her
the funny thing is I probably make more than him
lets all write about
abort
love
over at the empty dead end mall
where the hottest oriental girl forges my name
I told you about the thousand dollar whore
and thats a welfare line away
Anonymous
- Saturday, January 13, 2001 at 02:21:30 (PST)


her love was like a cadilliac commerical
sewing her name into me
scaring
digging
scratching
skipping a string
sliding across frets like
your lungs need the seeds
the salt
the semen
to inhale
addicting yourself to poision
amazon women dance hulus in my night mareish dream
horses trample the clouds
and I closed my eyes to try to think
of that skinny no ass girl
I love so much
of any color whispering her lifes poetry to me
she said
he promised her
some bullshit solor systems
and lied to a dream
Anonymous
- Friday, January 12, 2001 at 12:58:16 (PST)


melting

mixing


Anonymous
- Friday, January 12, 2001 at 04:17:35 (PST)


My Lilly, why your willy is so massive!
A delectable entree for your gentle, yet passive
Suggestions
I can't let go
Our ice dance sends me stumbling into
A Malkavian dream
Tell me to go
Make it hurt
Softly

Jane
- Thursday, January 11, 2001 at 21:38:33 (PST)


i wish things could go back to like they were before.
i know change is inevitable and things cant go back
but i wish sorely it were so.
time changes everything--which it should do
so we dont hang ourselves to break the monotony.
but i dont like the person i have become
though i didnt like myself before.
no selfesteem but an ego.
what is that?
ah-non-ih-mus
- Thursday, January 11, 2001 at 13:11:32 (PST)


"Today"

Another exercise in role playing
another stage set in
Anonymous thought
- Thursday, January 11, 2001 at 02:51:05 (PST)


Hes gone again
this time for good.
The fox, he missed it.
and his girlfriend my lover didnt
care.
i never told him
what he
meant to me.

somewhere dying
- Wednesday, January 10, 2001 at 17:21:14 (PST)


well, we've passed all the tests so far
but we still have to sober up
so ins pa can check yer teeth.

well, we've passed all the tests so far
but we still have to sober up
so ins pa can check yer teeth.

well, we've passed all the tests so far
but we still have to sober up
so ins pa can check yer teeth.

well, we've passed all the tests so far
but we still have to sober up
so ins pa can check yer teeth.


I Don't know what your so happy about
you'll probably leave me the first week
can we get another drink over here?
or what

set the alarm
take off those ears
we gots to get up early and prod the cattle
are you wearing your sisters....

hydro ponic
I'm hooked on ebonics

well, we've passed all the tests so far
but we still have to sober up
so ins pa can check yer teeth.

well, we've passed all the tests so far
but we still have to sober up
so ins pa can check yer teeth.

well, we've passed all the tests so far
but we still have to sober up
so ins pa can check yer teeth.

well, we've passed all the tests so far
but we still have to sober up
so ins pa can check yer teeth.

we know travis didnt write that
he cant spell
some of the big ones
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 10, 2001 at 05:39:15 (PST)


I was just stuck in the worst search engine
ever
for three days

we love you
we love you
we love you
already
holy mother of christ
we do love you
get the ceremonial bong out
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 10, 2001 at 00:52:43 (PST)


okay so I am not 36-24-36
I don't have a perfect hourglass figure, crucify me
but I do have a pretty face and nice eyes
but I can respect you
I can cook you a good meal
I know how to treat you right
give you a good massage when youv'e been working hard
I wont ask you to buy me expensive peices of jewelry just for one measly blowjob
like every other water-filled doll on this planet
I know how to be loyal
wont spread em' for every guy
I won't bother you when you need time to yourself
I can make you feel good and help you relax
I can listen
I can be here
I can let you watch the tube for hours and drink a whole six-pack and promise not to interrupt

just try, Sam
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 09, 2001 at 14:53:49 (PST)


No association with Travis Ray Cole, I meant to type "Coley"
|/\/ / ( 0 \_ E|
- Tuesday, January 09, 2001 at 14:25:42 (PST)


reality escapes me in my world of paranoia
while a fire rages in my belly
as if you weren't enough
i long for another
i want to let you go
but passiveness adheres me to you
why can't i break the mold from my past?
why can't i be recast? ...a shiny, brand-new me
Cole
- Tuesday, January 09, 2001 at 14:22:04 (PST)


he wasnt here today
and hes gone long gone!
eek!
- Tuesday, January 09, 2001 at 12:57:00 (PST)


I just had to laugh
hidden vented strife
you are such the butt

I watch bugs fight
I watch bugs fight
Never wanna be withtin the same 4 walls or 6
The infomercials in your voice make me fall
asleep
don't sell
just sell completely out for me
please
don't care or give

and I'm not buying

get lost you fried fuck
The hell I am going through this

Eve
- Monday, January 08, 2001 at 22:14:22 (PST)


he knows, the fox
he does
he saw me holding hands with his girlfriend my lover
and asked if he could
watch.

somehow returned
- Monday, January 08, 2001 at 17:58:05 (PST)


my best friend stole my wrinkled bride
and I cant whine to you about it
on the X box like yould like
she put me in a poetic spell check
how do you play the game
the hungry cows are corn fed no more
salesman
hot dogs and lies
news men wear bow ties
my dream girl is a turkey/chicken dog surprise
its like butter
but tastes like rootbeer
love is blonde
my lap dancers cheating on me
clich whore
a herpe slurpee
a herpe slurpee
yeah
all the worlds a complaint
Anonymous
- Monday, January 08, 2001 at 01:46:18 (PST)


"Goodbye"
Maybe satan was right
its not worth it to waste our time
we should just make music for video games....

hammer to your head
hammer to your head
hammer to your head
an ode to the mayor of milwakee ave.
- Sunday, January 07, 2001 at 02:34:50 (PST)


Doobie man was hungry and always waited till the dounut shop
made new doughnuts at 1:30 am
then went up there to get the bags of doughnuts
the doughtnut shop threw out
in the dumpster before the birds* ate it
in the morning
like clock work no problem
until
the electric company cut in on his action
they sat in front of the dumpster in the truck and waited
as soon as the bag hit the.....
Gone
and all you could see was tail lights on the electric
companys truck
over and over
so doobie man gots to get a plan he thought

"Doobie mans list of needs"

car
1.car
2.case of oil
3.oil filter
4.oil filter wrench
5.fuel filter
6.spark plugs
7.wind shield wipers
8. plug wires
9.tires
10.see car list#2

home

1.shower curtain
2.lysol spray
3.toothbrush holder
4.bigger garbage can
5.dresser
6.tall fish tank
7.playstation2
8.three or four copies of rush 2112
9.lamp

money
1.four thousand dollars
2.five thousand dollars
3.ten thousand dollars
4.300 thousand dollars

love/lust
1.one of each


*has nothing to do with hitchcock flick what so ever.
Anonymous
- Saturday, January 06, 2001 at 06:41:37 (PST)


Jinx
achy achy
i i
Keep Keep
thinking thinking
that that
its its
your your
car car
?
Anonymous
- Friday, January 05, 2001 at 23:48:01 (PST)


once again we pretend
they love you child.
stick their handsin your heart
squeeze
tip the juice to lips and
kiss the rock guarding
the keep
green weeds and
stones
ah-non-ih-muss
- Friday, January 05, 2001 at 14:59:48 (PST)


I want to steal her away
take her to someplace
steal her away

I seen the beautiful eyes look my way
I seen movements and art
women of every race and color
looking to good today
but it all means nothing now
it doesnt mean a thing
while
I want to take her
I want her
I will somehow take his place
and the irony is she looks like you so
she will strangly take your place
do you get what I'm saying
understand the rules I'm playing

I want to make yesterday go away
I'm going to take her away
Im going to steal her away

I want to steal her away
theres no reason anymore to wait
shes good enough
forget about your love
I only know her today
I'm going to
I want a new first place
I could get lost in her everything
and I'm not just saying this to say
I want to steal her heart
its all going to fall into place
since I've nothing to trade
I'm going to steal her away
Anonymous
- Friday, January 05, 2001 at 00:14:35 (PST)


gee i guess when you whine and sob
and wallow in overall self-pity
youre bound to have a
breakup or two...
jaded
- Thursday, January 04, 2001 at 19:44:28 (PST)


my heart beats fast
my heart beats slow
as he approches with a smile
he holds my face in his hands,
and caresses my neck with his fingertips
he goes in his pocket and pulls something out
a note that says he dosen't want me ne more
my heart shatters and i fall to the ground
in a puddle of tears and pain
he sobbes as he sees me in such devistation and says to me
me:
"why did i do this? your where my true love.
it was that girl, she changed me all wrong."
i forgive you my love, i say in pain
just to wash me with your tears
your the only one i would live for
your the only one i would die for
Krystal DrayGon
- Thursday, January 04, 2001 at 10:56:26 (PST)


fuck
Anonymous
- Thursday, January 04, 2001 at 09:24:32 (PST)


a ballerina to believe in

she walks on toes across my path
the clouds drop heaven into the gardens
she could dance cry or kill on que

my nakedness hidden with the armour
that surronds my machette my machine guns
the morning of eleven sundowns
and eyes that watch my movement
run off into the empty air

stale and stolen
her lips are swollen
with kisses from another God
the branches empty of life
alone in the cold dead winter

I look back into her eyes
only because I lost something there
and never bothered to question what
while breaking the puppet strings
I see your bet one vision
and raise it two dreams
shave your balls suzy
- Thursday, January 04, 2001 at 02:19:45 (PST)


theres no such thing as love
but it happens everyday

IF there's no such thing as love
what are you trying to say?

theres no angels up above
heaven and hell are all the same

this love thing I must talk you out of
you must learn how to play the game
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 03, 2001 at 14:49:03 (PST)


and charles' father was a big dude
with a beard and mustace
they moved here from hatiti

I said that'll be 29.99 sir and he
handed me quarters and said this is for you.
and in a strofoam cup there was a ten and a five
both of them had shit on them
you know shit dookie ca ca
poop

and they strofoam cup was full of pennies and nickles
I replied
I have to count all of it,sir
and the dude steped in to the light
to help count it
he was wearing a summer dress
and had a leather purse
under his arm
I wanted to call him aunt bee
and I dont want the money
money with shit on it
so I gave the styrofoam cup to one of the pesents
a nice cadilliac with shit rubbed all over it
shit is shit
I dont want shit
did I ever tell you about the ladie
who was crazy and shit in tupperware
saved it all over the house?
theres money to be made
I thought
I won a mixer
its blue and white
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 03, 2001 at 13:11:52 (PST)


theres no such thing as love
but it happens everyday

IF there's no such thing as love
what are you trying to say?

theres no angels up above
heaven and hell are all the same
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 02, 2001 at 23:57:12 (PST)


"Apology to my son"
I am truly sorry that she will not leave the woman who beats her and make ramen noodle soup for you
like you like
and do the laundry
that never gets done
fuck it buy more
and if theres no money
the thrift store
I am sorry that she
dont have time to be a mans woman
and running from her girlfriend
who just got out of prision
she just dont have time to argue with us right now
but I would be doin her sister anyway
if she did
sorry
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 02, 2001 at 23:22:11 (PST)


There she was touching her lip
with her nails
saying god
she would win anything
and forges my name
for fun
because shes hungry?

so I don't care about you

I shoulda wrote
I shoot your mamas tooth rots
and her disco shoes
her disco shoes
rodeo

but I was thinking about
all the prettiest girl in the projects
shes still got you /them all beat

which project? you ask
it dont matter
the prettiest girl in the closest project
is only runner up
to a girl so sweet

she got written in
the fair way
unlike your manipulitive mind game

I coulda wrote
your mama spits but not far
she slurps it up again
and barks
like a gentleman
and I piss on you
my toilet

my toilet
leaks


while the cancer cause ing chemical
in fish
the safe level is 1 milligram per pound,
and the fish in our habor have 20 milligram per pound
of cancer causing chemical in thier bodies
so my town dumps more chemicals in the lake than yours so there
the dexter and poindexter memorial fund
- Tuesday, January 02, 2001 at 12:44:42 (PST)


but are yous breaking up with me or not
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 02, 2001 at 12:24:32 (PST)


SO like, whoa, yea, like you sound so fucking intelligent when you like... speak like that.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 02, 2001 at 11:41:33 (PST)


So? what

your like,

not breaking up with me?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 02, 2001 at 01:56:45 (PST)


meow
msb
- Monday, January 01, 2001 at 22:57:20 (PST)


infinitessimal wisdom
you better believe it boy
struck and swung around
burried with the maypoles

wholly confused from your latter answer
no crosswords that counter-contradict
I'm not about that
I'm not for this
I'm not about to
complete your sentences

(yikes)
Eve
- Monday, January 01, 2001 at 18:24:50 (PST)


"theres no such thing as love
but it happens everyday"

IF there's no such thing as love
what are you trying to say?
Anonymous
- Monday, January 01, 2001 at 15:48:25 (PST)


"whoops"

I dropped your..
you call that a guitar?
You can't sleep with it
eat on it or fuck it
it doesnt look like the devil or fire
what kinda shit are you trying to pull here
you have no guitar
no fine tuners,tremelo bar
or buckle scratches
theres no sweat on the neck
no string marks acroos the frets
showroom hundred and fifty bucks
is a guitar
it dont even know who owns it
theres no power in
so let me put it out of its misery
with another pieces of wood splinter
I want to hurt this finely tuned instrument
because it sounds like shit
chunks of wood pieces of metal fly
they are free
man made in another country
by someone a human bieng
with feelings
for
smash like holes in my eyes from tears
you see the trick is knowing how to end your guitars
with out causeing harm to your self
or others
and splinter the splinters
I wish it was you I had this anger for

I break the breakable
I live
I am a higher power
smash
shall I burn the busted unphotograghed
satanic tool
I kill the noise
I cant stand because I can not play
very well

hahahahahahahahahahahah
haaaaaaa ahaaaaaaaah ahaaaaaahhahaahahaahaahahahaah
ahahhahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahah
hahhahaahahahahahahahahahahahah
hhhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaaha
hahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahah
haaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahaha
ahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahaha

Anonymous
- Monday, January 01, 2001 at 11:53:51 (PST)


dexter choose to leave the cult
and unfortunally he expired
you can not blame anyone
but dexter for dexters actions
his movie was copyrighted in 1993

eve is my girlfriend so you stay away from her
even if she does think she is
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 31, 2000 at 10:32:26 (PST)


"hope you dont mind a chevy comercial at the top of your poetry"


holy jesus christ I'm love with a bipolar big'un
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 31, 2000 at 02:07:26 (PST)


deep truths
your loves surprise
I love nothing whatever
but the blues real bad
I have no people freedom or traps
lies shackles dreams
just blues real bad

Anonymous
- Sunday, December 31, 2000 at 01:56:26 (PST)


"New Years Resolution"

I knew this was coming but a little late
now satan has really lost it
he found god and wants to be known as satan claus
and he is getting all weird about it
he emptied his savings account
and gave it to the preacher
to redeem himself
the preacher said some prayers and satan wants to be baptized next week
and then he wants to get started in other religions just to make sure he doesnt go back to hell
or any place worse than
the sheridain 151 bus at rush hour
Satan is really scared
now that hes got grey hair in his beard
he wants to go to heaven when he dies
just whacked
we are eating pretzels at the bar and he says the lords prayer first,then he goes into the whole speel
about y2k its the end we re all gonna die
it gets worse the more he drinks
its to the point
I don't even want to hang around with the guy

I would try to have him committed but the last roommate
I dropped off at the state mental hospital
they let out him
he came back and drolled all over the furnishings
yeah sure I got the shit out of the alley but
now its ruined.
Travis Ray Cole
- Sunday, December 31, 2000 at 01:30:11 (PST)


yeah, you liar
perfect excercise from land of junk
Eve
- Saturday, December 30, 2000 at 22:29:26 (PST)


mullet mullleat mullmeat
dexter died for you travis
shoulda had the beef
i know you've got a god-shaped hole(copyright 1997)
oh it's freezing
you want some peace (that's copyrighted too but I forget what year)
my name looked a little funny on the list
they were only gonna take five but they took six
like a cute girl fartin in the breeze
it's not just copyrighted, it's also sleaze

chappy sinclair from doug masters
- Saturday, December 30, 2000 at 02:41:12 (PST)


hold my guitar
while I reply to Travis
His song is copyrighted
nothing rhymes with travis
except for abyss
So sally can wait (copyrighted 1997)
sitting on the pines
bitch all alone
DEXTER RUTECKI DIED FOR YOUR SINS!!!!!

TJ BURK SHOW COMMIN AT YA LIVE
- Saturday, December 30, 2000 at 02:31:36 (PST)


so what your like breaking up with me?
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 30, 2000 at 00:53:04 (PST)


chilly winter's day

as you crunch through the snow
he can smell you coming our way
lured here by scents in the air
now I wish you would come closer
long enough to show your hexed face
on this chilly winter's day
would you look into my eyes
show me that you sincerely care
or might you crunch up to me
in an attempt to receive lust?
those scents and my words only
meant for bringing you to me
the rest I thought I left up to you
to decide in front of me those feelings
from which your eyes used to stare at me.
once and for all I would like to know.
Anonymous
- Friday, December 29, 2000 at 09:07:31 (PST)


"christmas at satans house"

satan just looks ridicous
in the fuzzy house shoes he got for christmas.
but he said it was relaxing
after a long day at the mall
he was in endless lines returning
presents most of the afternoon
only stopping at the starbucks to rest a bit.

his tree was the nicest on the block
and at his christmas bash we all made strings of beads for it while he told us stories about how the tree
was a sacrifice to the lord
and then we all went out in the woods
after a case of coronas to see what kind of plants we could trap
I felt like the mansion family against trees

I myself stomped the living fuck out of a raspberry bush in the name of god
(real thorny like his hat)
and then went on to piss on an oak tree
which must be worth something on the scale of christianity.

some time later,tired of looking for evergreens
I just started pulling up handfulls of grass
to reassure myself a place in the heavens
and last but not least when I got back home
I accidently knocked over my mothers cactus plant
and couldnt find where its arm went
so I wore it to work the next day on my pant cuff
I would say,all in all
we had a hell of a hunting trip for plants
and I only wish this kill a tree for god thing
was in the summer or fall
when I could burn a corn field for jesus
or maybe even a bean field or something
I dont know?

on a happy note there was no country music involved
and thats the only thing that kept us from turning suicidal.
Anonymous
- Friday, December 29, 2000 at 04:03:25 (PST)


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
Anonymous
- Friday, December 29, 2000 at 00:29:15 (PST)


1. milk
2. onions
3. hotdog buns
Anonymous
- Thursday, December 28, 2000 at 22:20:23 (PST)


Listening like never before

do be so modest
in your race to win
if you were paying
attention is close
beginning to read
what was laid out
by me to all you
the game will begin.

fire plays with fire
to make much more fire
volcanos erupt with danger
spewing and crawling towards
it mingles with the landscape
and spreads its burnt face
water builds up energy to erase
when forbidden to run its natural course.
air reacts negatively to our style
and the rainforest perspires harmful to us gases for us to breathe.

earth becomes polluted because of our waste ways.
barried garbage haunts the dead people and poisons the living ones too.

I then to you cannot directly influence you only you can take
the information and use it in your own life with or around or without the presence of that close-minded, insecure, intelligent and yet over-opinionated man that you live with.

Copyright: 1993: New York: MacMillan Press Inc.
paige inka reid can be e-mailed at readmuch@amazon.com
Anonymous
- Thursday, December 28, 2000 at 20:03:39 (PST)


eventually it will be 6066 and then after that it will be 9999 december 31 and so the question I ask myself today is whether or not my spirit will be around in some fashion or way when either time approaches? How does that affect me now? Well, I guess that would depend upon my views about creation and eternal life. If I were an individual who carried around with me, a perspective which confirmed to others that I firmly believed in life being an accident and therefore thought that there was no order to the universe, I think I would also be an individual who would find it difficult to restrain from upseting the balance of the universe and on the planet of earth in particular. Why would I not want to explore and live off my environment in order to survive. But I guess what would set me apart from other individuals, might be that I couldn't help myself from trying to earn something for everything that I wanted. In other words, I, in the bigger process towards human growth and development(which I did not create but had to follow if I wanted to stay afloat in the progression of society), lost sight of the needs which are inside of survival and instead, I gained an understanding towards the wants loaded inside the capitalism process which resides in human growth and development. I think then therefore, that because I would be an individual who did not see a larger picture involving the universe and its balance into the equation for eternal existence beyond the physical form I am in now, I might also then have an attitude about me which would suggest a eye/I syndrome. To say this another way would be to say that what I saw is what I want and I need to take care of me because once I leave here I ain't ever coming back cause life was an accident.

or

what if I was an individual who maintained the belief that my eternalness whether it be a soul, spirit, or conscious thought (and so on) does not associate with the earth as it moves to another level, state, or existence someplace else with others and their higher power(s) to the bliss created by the higher power(s)for those it created as well who are worthy of attendance because of their virtuous human nature on earth. Having this belief then might mean for me that while I live on earth now, I again, can do as I please to the land so long as I am abiding or adhering to the commandments, instructions, laws, rules (and so on) designed by my higher power(s)for me and others to follow as a worship to signify our thanks, honour, and praise. In operating from this perspective it is obvious that it is more easier to take advantage of the land cause there are no real consequences attached to the instructions of my particular higher powers' which then removes the closeness I ought to feel for the land as it helps me to survive either in want or need mode. What might not be obvious to me under this perception is that the goods and services (so to speak) that I receive from the earth will eventually seize to exist, if I continue to want or want too much.

or

I might be of the mindset that there is purpose and existence beyond our own physical existence and I am willing to understand and live with the balance on the earth and in the universe---even if it means giving up some of my wants and exchanging them for needs that will produce a soul, spirit, or that conscience which believes that it can endure or be in existence for eternity. In that case then, I would be concerned today, as to whether humans will exist during a time when I physically will not. Why would I though, if I am in another form and humans are humans. Well, if machines or big insects superceed humans then what that means is that It means nothing because who cares as long as I believe in something.
dmk
- Thursday, December 28, 2000 at 18:47:57 (PST)


"time"
its time
to take the tree back to walmart
Anonymous
- Thursday, December 28, 2000 at 11:48:49 (PST)


"love, only in my dreams, as real as it may seem, it was only in my dreams"
debbie gibson
Anonymous
- Thursday, December 28, 2000 at 11:38:17 (PST)


1.Food
2.Tires
3.Lysol
4.Duct Tape
5.Boxes
6.Socks
7.Pop
8.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, December 27, 2000 at 23:34:45 (PST)


1.tooth paste
2.baking soda
3.10 gallon bottom type fish filter/and pump
4.razors
5.food
6. case of oil/oil filter
7.do laundry
8.more discs{enough for the year 2000}
9.mouth wash

Anonymous
- Wednesday, December 27, 2000 at 12:14:04 (PST)


nice way to feel ugly--
your own mother tels the salesclerk youre
"chunky"
Anonymous
- Wednesday, December 27, 2000 at 10:34:24 (PST)


theres no such thing as love
but it happens everyday
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 26, 2000 at 22:36:17 (PST)


"Look"

While she walked across the crowded intersection
next to the spoiled waters
I would drink from her cupped hands
to salute her beauty as she destroys herself
and distills yesterday in my empty dreams

Just as she brought art into reality
stealing from time
forever it would mean nothing
and there are a thousand worlds in between

in a scene painted in a rush
with no beauty
only she stands out
and dispears in a moment elapsed into nothingness
only cold sharp ugliness left
stabbing empty sights blind
Copyright{C}TravisRayCole2000
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net
- Tuesday, December 26, 2000 at 12:05:28 (PST)


what are you so mad about,now?
does this mean we are not getting married?
what have I done wrong?
who cares about some lost song

why are you bitting me
I can leave here
leave this be
I can run now
I am free

what are you really trying to say to me
lifes to short to waste on a dream
and your crazy
cause no one loves me
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 26, 2000 at 01:18:00 (PST)


satan the know it all was the bartender
he tells his stories about "in the begining"
the real story behind orange beef
that they would cook orange peels and pass them of as
slices of beef
all the orange money
red pepper
and mary sang christmas songs until the cab came
Amen
- Monday, December 25, 2000 at 15:50:08 (PST)


christ read the horoscopes to see if there was any truth in it

and just to cheer him up after he just spilled his coffee
I recomended we order chinese food from the crusty panda he thought it would take forever
but it was there in ten minutes
and we ordered orange beef

christ gets this funny look and said
do you see any orange slices in here?
all I see is a little orange flavored
tablet
so I tell christ that its a vitamin
and he gets really hostle and starts bitching about brocoli bieng in it instead of orange peels
but he did find some hot red peppers
and calmed down a little until he found out he had to nuke it to get it to room tempature
then he went into the same old speel about
even in the hood (where he used to live)
they could make it right
and I mentioned whos to say who is right
and he lost it for real this time
so I started rappin to mary about hot nice he robe looked
and the next thing you know
we were at the bar drinking margaritas.
Anonymous
- Monday, December 25, 2000 at 15:40:15 (PST)


"me and satan wrapping presents"
satan usaes to much tape
we are sure to run out
satan says we must hide the presents under the tree
name dropping me
satan colored all the rock cocaine or crack
in hip slang
red
red
red
with food coloring for the holidays
now his customers think its not straight
and try telling them that satan is honest
its uncut fellas
its just colored red with food coloring for the season
its tough bieng a drug lord while satan gets all artsie craftsie
damn!!!why you do me like that? my dog
christ was a sagittrius
and we didnt get him any fuzzy house shoes this year
but we did not key his beamer either
Amen
- Monday, December 25, 2000 at 13:29:14 (PST)


Yes it's YOU that I love.
You that I will work to be
with. I will endure. I will
be with you .
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 24, 2000 at 19:43:18 (PST)


you mean this is all there is?
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 24, 2000 at 16:19:32 (PST)


the mans woman cult ran from god
your going to love it there

shitting in bobs mouth
shitting in bobs mom
la la la

mushroom s are a reliegion too
be a mans woman
cried the prison guard
she wanted to be a man like bob dylans father did
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 23, 2000 at 08:41:15 (PST)


this just in.............
christ was on welfare judias was on crack

slut bunnys
george ain't never cleaned up no rabbit shit
the dirty pshycotrist
now george aint gonna let me tend no rabbits

the prison guard wanted to be the man
my girlfriend cant be the man
the wealthy estate
was owned by the rich
My gig was babysit
the insane
girl turned lesbian
I dont care if the prison guard was mean
I got me a nice lesbian mental health worker
work it daddy
come back from jail
green eggs for hack
skin condition
I've got egsma whoa
hey ma ma mesia I got egsma
to much uncle unclean
prison guard skin condition
be a mans woman
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 23, 2000 at 08:36:59 (PST)


We are back

the preganet women beauty contest is going a lot better than we expected it to be
at this point some of you may need to re-enter
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 23, 2000 at 00:02:20 (PST)


I'll never forget the way things were
before you dissapeared
i miss your misty presence
i can't follow you through my tears
leave a note on the table
with just a word or two
i hope your ok now
in the darkened cloud
by yourself a bunny
maybe a surfboard instead?
lilianne
- Friday, December 22, 2000 at 15:26:56 (PST)


Once upon a time there lived a princess in a glass castle. She wondered whether anyone could see her, or if her castle could shatter. She never left the glass castle, frightened of her own fragility.
pt 1
- Friday, December 22, 2000 at 10:43:53 (PST)


merrychristmashappyhannukahhappykwanzaahappysolsticemerryramadan.......or nothing at all, if thats what you8 prefer, unless of course you dont want to be happy--that is perfectly acceptable too unless of course you dont want to feel anything at all, in which case i recommened some nice drugs--just dont go all american rock star on me
Anonymous
- Thursday, December 21, 2000 at 14:33:55 (PST)


Taint no sin to take of your skin and dance around in your bones
when it gets too hot for comfort and you cant get icecream cones
Taint no sin to take of your skin and dance around in your bones
its like those bamboo babies down in the south sea tropic zones
Taint no sin to take of your skin and dance around in your bones
when you hear sweet syncapation and the music sofly moans
Taint no sin to take of your skin and dance around in your bones
when it gets too hot for comfort and you cant get icecream cones
Taint no sin to take of your skin and dance around in your bones
its like those bamboo babies down in the south sea tropic zones
Taint no sin to take of your skin and dance around in your bones.
Anonymous
- Thursday, December 21, 2000 at 03:08:34 (PST)


lining up shorties
baby one two three
even your wife say hotep to me
when all the world wants to come see me
all I want is a girl named
Anonymous
- Thursday, December 21, 2000 at 01:48:09 (PST)


"Auntie Marge"

She pulled a plow across the fields of west virginia
on the land that my grand dad had
until he died
and auntie marge didnt want to pull no plow no more
she was a big girl
shoulders three feet across
and almost as mean as grand dad
the goverment sent him a check
that check was to pay him not to grow crops
so the government could mine for oar
and other metals on his land
so he didnt grow crops and they never did no mining
and auntie marge pulled a small plow across a small piece of land just big enough to feed the family
that was fine paid not to grow crop
but the united states didnt have to feed all them other countries back then
hatchin baby chicks in the house
- Thursday, December 21, 2000 at 01:44:24 (PST)


i saw a 24 year old with
a tube in her stomach to make
her eat less.
i dont eat
either.
god bless you america

Anonymous
- Wednesday, December 20, 2000 at 16:08:48 (PST)


"the Repressed shopper"

I have to be stared at in the welfare line
and looked at funny while I check out
buying you rotten fruit
with my welfare
I am the one who pays the dues
even if the tax payers pay for your rotten fruits
and what do you do with it ??
make juice no
molded cucumbers wasted
disco pants stapled stomic
Anonymous
- Wednesday, December 20, 2000 at 12:19:02 (PST)


"Why my girlfriend wants to go back to prison"

To learn skills
I guess
its certainly not the food
maybe for the women
I don't think its
to pay her dues as a womans woman
but shes singing
I dont want to be a mans woman
then she lies and sayes she slept with santa clause
and calls 911
to see if there are any vacant two woman cells
and trys to reserve a tea room for two
and my pshycotherapist said this is why
I keep buying you rotten banannas that are on sale
with my welfare check
and now my caseworkers following me around in a limo
trying to cut back on the rotten fruit group gifts
but I am only trying to help you become a productive
member to society
thats all
is that so wrong
why dont you grow your own
you freak
Im sorry I called you a freak
your two freaks
I'm sorry I called you two freaks
here are some discolared banannas
can we still be friends
I spent my link card at preppy land

"why my girlfriend would rather go back to prison than sign upon welfare"

the women are better I guess
skinnier too





zip zip zip
- Wednesday, December 20, 2000 at 11:29:15 (PST)


welcome to the pregenet women who smoke to much beauty contests

runners up
entry your applications
energizer
- Wednesday, December 20, 2000 at 02:13:39 (PST)


I like to make love to my mom
because terrets syndrom turns me on
dad always called her nigger fucker
we just call him uncle tom
a rup a dum dum
rump a dum dum
spider man
- Wednesday, December 20, 2000 at 02:10:46 (PST)


"Smelling Satans Farts"

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Anojnymous
- Wednesday, December 20, 2000 at 02:04:58 (PST)


"Inspires me"
by
Travis Ray Cole


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


I shoulda been aborted or shot down the drain
thats what my dad told me one warm summer day
I should've been born dead, instead of insane
if I died 3 times here now still my dues are'nt paid
Recycled carcus after birth rotting in its womb
the life I'm living has no love, only more gloom
it's all against the grain theres nothing anyway
I used to believe in someone something
God has walked away
she has black hair and blue eyes
and would'nt reconize my love if I called her name




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

Copyright : 1997


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

Anonymous
- Wednesday, December 20, 2000 at 00:12:13 (PST)


"What my girlfriend does now that shes been out of prison for a while"

She bartends
and sells the answers
or lies which ever is more your style
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 19, 2000 at 23:58:16 (PST)


Always, sorry the coffe knocked me down,
caffein used to work, but now it knocks me out,
but i love to sleep, slipping into my void,
naget male midgets brings me kilos of hashis in there,
i utter a word, and a coke drop falls from the sky,
i jump around naget with a banana up my ass,
singing ; Hare, Hare, Hare Ramma.
So i shaved my head, gonna shave my genitals the next time, stand in the living room waiting for you, painted all black screaming ; Zulu, Zulu, black man wants his pink meat.
Gonna eat u girl, chop u up into little snack pieces,
eating ur pussy slow, licking ur nipples ---- Have u noticed its not snowing?


Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 19, 2000 at 23:02:24 (PST)


and:
OOOOOOO
that Shakespeherian rag
itsso elegant

eliot
- Tuesday, December 19, 2000 at 14:58:21 (PST)


sleepy head
ball head
sweetest
give me head
my head
ive given 2 u

so tired my legs are shaken
think i join u in a while

hiding in your void
and i am awakening with a ?

i am yours
are u mine
Anonym
- Tuesday, December 19, 2000 at 13:49:54 (PST)


"Everything Christmas"

drinking hot coco
and covering the tree with big red made in tawain stickers

backwarsd
drooling inside the internet
psche ward bleeding mr. clean
christ is tsirhc

its the christmas season
with jolly drink
and old people shooting up
its the time of the year when you make the decision
do I sacrafice trees for the lord
and which lord do I rid the earth of oxygen for
the fat lord st. nick like the fat elvis
or the young lord that carries crosses made of wood thru town
apples trees cheerys trees

the trees are bad they had the satan snake housed
the preacer turned to stricnine
and handled snakes
my grandfather turned the kettle of boiling strictnine
over on the preacher
and scalded him
you must kill trees
or worship satan like bob wants

the trees might have harmed the president of the untided states
mr george washinton a poet himself
the red balls are the cherries sacrificed for the lord
the tree killing expand like chathliocism
satan came from the trees
the tree will be a glittering alter
we shall light the fires of satan within the tree
with lights made in twiain
satan was from tawain and sold little elves to cathy lee for the replanting
the bible was printed on leaves from the dead trees
of the forrest
the forrest was satan
and voodoo
there was a godlessness about the nature


pack up your rags boy,
if things go right
we might be moving that god damn christmas tree
into the prettiest girl in the porjects crib
then she'll really have a white christmas

and under my missle toe

brumuda triangle
missle toe
crisis
the three breasted budda needed only a few more breasts on each side
and he could be dog spelled backwards
into the stable

tis the season to be po

Remember when I said
"even the crack house has a christmas tree?"

well I lied
even the most beautiful girl in all the project doesnt have a tree

burning the nativity scene
the baby satan and his goats
love virgin and three dirty gypsies
at a homeless camp
in a stable
eat pig meat
eat cow
dance for me
female jesus

Shit sickles hoilday

so you dont want to sacrafice a tree for the lord,sir?
what are you some kinda wiccan man?

wiccan man
wiccan man

I bought you fuzzy house shoes thirty years ago
what'd you do with them?

Give a crack whore in a blizzard a bag of salt
and she can work her corner all night
if she don't try to smoke it,that is

Give a crack whore in a blizzard a snow shovel
and she can pick up extra cash
out in the parking lot.

like a street whore in a blizzard

To cold to care
innocent of the weather
there are no angels out there
flopping around like a fish
a street whore in a blizzard

big tobbacco meets the prostitution research projects
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 19, 2000 at 13:02:19 (PST)


Arms of Ice

I seen her and wanted to make a mess




14 days worth
time pieces restrict love flow
I want this girl
from my soul
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 19, 2000 at 12:23:58 (PST)


in the mirror was the six breasted budda
two more nipples and he would be dog spelled backwards
miss pussy spank was eatting chinese on thanksgiving
and could she barbacue chicken
while the disgruntled fans hid in the bushes
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 19, 2000 at 11:11:11 (PST)


"What my girlfriend did in prison"

I think she missed me
but she wrote and said shes sorry
I think she cheated on me
and wasnt in no hurry
bull dyke diesel dyke
sneak her in alone
visit her on parole day
she worked out to much
james dean looks all wrong
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 19, 2000 at 11:02:07 (PST)


"Before my girlfriend went to prison"

She was out of a fleetwood mac song
long hair flowing
the scammer
bossing the ladies around
a dealer
in rotten crotch
and showing everyone my none racist porn
worse come to worse she could get us a ride
telephone beeper brass knuckles
her cigs rolled up in her sleeves
she was always the ladie james dean
whorecop pimp girl
I know where her freckle is
I know where her freckle is
mad about juke
- Tuesday, December 19, 2000 at 10:57:16 (PST)


The wise men came bearing gifts.....the finest gift of all you ask ? Simple. The great big prune we all wanted and needed. Thanks for all you do throught the year Mr. Webmaster. Pandora's Box is THE BEST.

















kamasutra
- Tuesday, December 19, 2000 at 10:09:01 (PST)


the red queen comes again again
the mad hatter waits
forever again
alice comes to tea again
and i am alone
again
the mad hatter/he waits for alice/ to come to tea again/ he waits forever/for his old lover/and always wondering.......
- Monday, December 18, 2000 at 15:31:46 (PST)


I reinvented tuesday
so took you out of the plumbing
on a sick saturday
a meatbeat
pocket change
ribboning
took you out took you out and I took you out
we've nothing to offer and you know
it should never have been
affectionately droppped

Out of hell and straight to me
I've watched it come and come
idiot cube

slapped entirely out

Eve
- Monday, December 18, 2000 at 13:56:18 (PST)


"Letters to Maria,among others"

if Carrie was a pot of coffee
and half a pack of cigarettes
then Roxanne was forty dollars at dennys
and gina is a cremer full of the finest green buds
with crystals on the red hairs

Bob Dylan,turkey dogs and shaved beef
Theres a way to eat cheap
budget deluxe
but it is'nt dog food soup

Theres nothing left to say
take back every yesterday
Maria would be diamonds in champagne
and nothing could ever take her place

theres nothing left to think

Contests
Maria is so pretty
I dont need to buy any jewerly
even though seven medias tell me to
and the bartender always wins by default

Formulas
I don't want your daughter Sir...
your wife will do just fine

If Gina was two orange habernero hot peppers
and Robbin was a bag of oyster crackers
then Roxanne was twenty minutes in a long line
at the drive up window
just like Carrie was a cool looking slot car
that wont stay on the track.
and Maria is a beautiful dream
that you would try to dream twice.
cast iron ballets

A new currency
If Robbin was Schizophrenia
then Gina was happiness
And Maria was a Thousand Birthday Parties in the sun

who needs sex when you can catch diseases from money?
Houston ...you have issues!

The comercials told me I need to but Maria jewerly
but I could lie to the bartender
at roaring twentys and we drank all night instead

you are my inspiration
I like your poetry
in fact in the third world country
I live in where there is no freedom
of speech or in our daily lives
adult curfew regulates the animal behavior
like a sour note from a crying cat in heat
jealose

They burn the sick and throw the dying away
IN THE GARBAGE LIKE IT WAS A NEWSPAPER
we have no freedom and are judged by a morphed
mega-hitler christ who pisses in a bag strapped to
the criticism taught by the untalented.
sure maybe everything one person writes is not for everyone
but theres no one out there writing any dolphin poetry
is there?
GOD DAMN CRACK HEADS

Debbies Eyes
She was a mustang
wild so free
a cobra wraped around me

the firey sun
daughter of hell
lust
I thirst to be drenched
taste
a star that fell

into the night
rockets rage inside lies
the city made her
never to be mine

a kiss
thats what it was
did I feel anything
more than a buzz

shotgun?
She was a nuculear war
to me
there was no before

she is who I ran to
there was nothing
she could'nt talk me into..
If I would listen

Shot Gun Machine gun
anything that meant my lips touching Debbies

kissing fire breathing heat
The risk I would take
I could hang drop three stories to an escape
steal under your eyes and get away

all to give away

under the influence
of Debbies big brown eyes
a cobra wraped around the sky


The law would look for me and maria would save me from bieng incarcerated

I loved her until there was no skin left on my rug burned knees

The wings would complment her

long blond hair
and she would turn down every offer
I could breath
until
her apathy passed on to me
the bunny ears were just as much Ginas
as they were robbins
and the day christ would crawl out of his hole was a long way off
if robbin was oyster crackers
then Maria was who I wanted to sleep with
so Gina could be our Jesus, amen

cheryl
the cute italian that was worth it
mustaced women need not apply
like watching cindy price
writing bad checks at the piggly wiggly
I bought butter for three bucks
incase I get back with Kathy
she spends her whole welfare check on new clothes
then the rest at the bar
so her kids gotta eat margerine
with the butter
we can live large
truck plates cost two hundred dollars
letters to maria dont even cost a stamp
I wonder how much it costs to feed just bertha
they are all bertha now
nancy bertha carrie bertha
mom bertha
gina bertha
its all one big bertha blur.

For all I know
I could have been writing poetry
to your mother for two years.

left left left right
noun
two adjetives
three verbs ending

if Maria was a weekend at disneyland
then Maria was a midnight on a warm summer beach

If robbin was a banana then Gina was a habanero pepper
with designer nails
and Maria was a kiss in the pouring Rain
while Roxanne was a molded double bagel with cheese

and theres one out there with fuzzy grey hair behind her ears bieng carded

if a woman was built like a horse
but blonde
what really matters

how do you get inside

I wish I could take the angelic flying
barbie to some generic family restraunt again
and look across at her and say nothing

the greying picasso meant only a shade of her eyes
when she didnt care
and if she didnt care
there was something wrong with the picture
I thought
why would she need a woman to beat on her
thats not love`


She is built like a horse but blond
All that matters is how to get inside
I wanna sleep with maria
a face to long
Licking Kathys open sores

I wish you were my favorite poet
I would hold you close
like someone elses wife
and it would never end
until the words run dry

and every breath a lie

I wish the shooting star I made a wish to
was'nt a downed aircraft

I promise you there is no one
that could sing like her
with words that never matter
as long as I could see her
and I still see her

carelessly tossing aside your fellings
only because I don't care
theres nothing left to love
and we don't need hearts anyway


woody guthrie would have left a long time ago
your greyness
does not shed into six strings
who was it that I spent a whole summer
giving free guitar lessons too
who was that girl
that will not marry me
and can not play a thing?
what the hell was you doing?
I was looking into your eyes and holding your hands
you have no intrest
whats your beautiful sister doing the
rest of her life?

I want to hold maria so close
I can see thru her
and kiss the back of her neck
and her ear lobe
Im not your jesus slut
I'm not your jesus slut
I am not your jesus slut
like tears from a sea shell
As she parted the red sea
I was thinking
I was thinking
if I ever spit back into the ocean
burning blue bras for your mother
breast stroke
order chicken

hickey covered teachers

if I ever see bertha again
I will forgive her for teaching me the bus stop
even though it would never relate to the dance that
gina did
Irish jig
run with the kite again
Giving Back All My Crosses

To brush your long hair back
and whisper under ground in your eyes
ears eyes
I dont care what time it is
here is the unwanted crown
what more could you want follow me around
I don't want her,now.........
Thanks So Much.
Anonymous
- Monday, December 18, 2000 at 13:39:28 (PST)


"By way of some mistake"

The castles were given to the people
over run with lies to thier culture
the board surrounded by wrought iron cemetry fence
the moat paved littered and taxed again.
with people asking for thier change
nothings free nothing will change

heart in armour
maybe unattainable
how can I save her
or save myself from her

The black queen was all the way in the back
everything without a chance
tomorrow given no thought
I had to kiss her

All the pawns were
lined all along the edges
in gridlock
a dollar a dream
only a dollar

The bishop was on an island of her own
reliegionless priestess
believing in something outside of poem
and I ask her
leave me
leave me alone

yesterday is all a lie
the castles are where pawns die
the roads mapped and government made
and rules told to you by modern everyday slaves

in check
in check again
replayed
the blues opening
I move in the night
I had to kiss her
in the sunlight
you know I miss the chance
moving inside a timepiece
- Monday, December 18, 2000 at 11:54:50 (PST)


"Don't tell her where I am at"
I got it all to me
while she was away
I am free
I love the way I'm free
I got it all to me
runny
report
stab in the back
bleeding together
in a suicide dream
Anonymous
- Monday, December 18, 2000 at 10:23:43 (PST)


"When my girlfriend got out of prison"

Her hair was Paul McCartney like
but blond she was mean
in her white tee shirt
her sleeves were rolled up
a pack of smokes on her shoulder
like violent female james dean
she said people told her she looked like
Jody Foster and she carried a straight razor
spread diease
I could'nt get her in a long split skirt
shes tring to sell all the girls in the neighbor hood
and making threats to my mamma and me
obseased telephone game
hazel eyes blue or green
lady james dean
Anonymous
- Monday, December 18, 2000 at 10:20:54 (PST)


i waz up till 5am and found up something new
i waz up till 6am thinking and mind reeling
i fell asleep till 11am dreaming nightmareish things
i woke up and zoned out of life
and just stared straight ahead
i never slept the same again
i never look at him like that again
cause one morning at 5am he told me something sick
people hurt him, they hurt my man
and when i find those faget boys i will tell them
i was up till 6am tossing and turning in my bed
i fell asleep till 11am dreaming nighmareish things
i will show them what its like to find out something like that
i will show them what it is like just to stare straigh ahead
what it is like to never look at him the same again
but he is still my man
and i wish to sleep next to him
arms around me so i can take care of him
Krystal DrayGon
- Monday, December 18, 2000 at 06:06:13 (PST)


tonight as I get ready to retire
my thoughts are fixed upon you
wondering what you might be doing
as I lie here alone in silence
by back meets the mattress
and I begin to think to myself
how that is that your name is in
the very same thing I lay my body
with my eyes faced at the ceiling
my memory bank begins to play
and the film strip of you goes by
I see i've captured a sexy movie
as I recall the days I used to see you

















Anonymous
- Sunday, December 17, 2000 at 20:00:09 (PST)


MemoryBank

My eyes are the camera
and my mind is the film
you are my only subject
I want to take photos of
to have of you always
inside my head storing
and if I shall chose to
someday I will recall
my snapshot memory
of you that I once took
while you were stood
while you were waiting
while you were looking
while you were walking
while you were talking
I was watching you too
watch me watch you.


Realized a Dream Today

at this moment I see you there
there's a smile in your eyes
and for years it said hello
But never from our lips
did the passion of breath flow.

I have wanted to touch you
since before this though
taking my time with you
your soft body I do caress
In my dreams last night
there was just you and me
sitting upon my footrest

Only to make love
of a sensual kind
within this realm
I am with you open
to experience the desire
manifesting inside ourselves

I woke up this morning
and that's when it occurred
it is my feelings for you
that out of this dream
would be so absurd.

To hold you is to care for you
to look at you is to love you
to talk to you is to appreciate you
to hang with you is to know you
to think of you is to smile
to wonder where you are is to worry
hopefully when you looked into my eyes
you connected with the love I set there
I wanted to know you oh so bad
and I wanted you to know me as well
to write about you now is to cry
to know I never met you is to feel like forever being alone


I thought I saw my soulmate

the weather turned nasty and people ran to their cars
one man pushed another and the fight was right on
a crowd broke out and got run over by the drivers
but that was okay cause that was the day I saw him
no actually I first saw him sitting on a picnic bench at school
if you are him then you know who you are
from the moment I saw you I knew you played guitar.
scarletbegonias
- Sunday, December 17, 2000 at 19:07:39 (PST)


monotony for breakfast
Eve
- Sunday, December 17, 2000 at 18:40:52 (PST)


I am trying to have a poetry festival over here
and you keep bickering back and forth with
the many different personalities in your head
could you at least give the complete bullshit
you write a title
so I can stereotype you to a catagory?
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 17, 2000 at 12:18:31 (PST)


I am tring to have a poetry festival over here
and you keep bickering back and forth with
the many different personalities in your head
could you at least give the complete bullshit you write a title
so I can stereotype you to a catagory?
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 17, 2000 at 12:17:53 (PST)


yes, nik, "the perks of being a wallflower"
but chobosky cant remember who wrote it either
:)
cynic in training
- Sunday, December 17, 2000 at 10:30:02 (PST)


she intoxicated me
easily
and made me crazy
so I could only think
about changing the world
society
whatever was the need
to get her beside me
because that was the real screaming lead solo
ripping apart inside my mind
I close my eyes but I cant dream
hell yeah
it would take everything
am I crazy
as she moved past the invisible barb wire fence
over the walls past the defenses
into my mind
and can't be deleted
I love the way she called my name
and the things she said
from her feet to her long blond hair
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 17, 2000 at 07:43:13 (PST)


Your authorization is also required for publication...
Yes and thank God for that, Plastic people with plastic books...Dildo for the Ego.
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 17, 2000 at 02:27:25 (PST)


Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year Father tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen
Nik
- Saturday, December 16, 2000 at 19:28:55 (PST)


How can I change it?

I want more than anything
throwing wasted diamond rings
the solar systems what I said
the girl is in my head
like drink
thirst the word must be lucious
again my thoughts are covered with her
action reaction
a dream that I cant have
I see right past that
anything see wants she wins
in the desert of possibilities
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 16, 2000 at 10:20:55 (PST)


She broke my heart
put me on the shelf
to find a part
of herself
I want her as she wants me
but she wants this done
I guess she doesn't see
she was my stars, my moon, my sun
and now I have darkness to love
to hold
I'd growl and then shove
but I don't think I could be that bold
I've always been scared of the dark...
Melancholy Cheshire Cat
- Saturday, December 16, 2000 at 02:42:16 (PST)


mystery surrounded your eyes
but your soul did come through
when I gazed into your love
I knew you for me it was true.


I wanted to take you then
but was simply too afraid
didn't want no part of rejection
if on my part it was projection.


although my heart new different
cause it reached into your love
to feel the depths of true pain
without ever meeting you my soulmate.

you have appealed to my heart and soul and
within time you have also captured my mind.
my wish would be to have you oh so near me
so that we could nourish this heartfelt bond.


much time has passed and love is still strong
but without you here I am way too restless
as I know that someday I will need to know
from you the feelings we shared in passing by


if and when that time does arrive for us
I will be ready just as I am right now
to take you into my arms and hold you close
so that you will know how much I care
to give to you my heart, mind, soul,and body
through the love-making process.

dolphine
- Friday, December 15, 2000 at 21:18:30 (PST)


your eyes or my eyes
what's the difference
their both the same
wouldn't you agree
as you stare at me
don't you see you
cause I do see me
hey~where's my child support?
Anonymous
- Friday, December 15, 2000 at 20:48:06 (PST)


would you like to see the world from my eyes?

when the dream meets reality
there will be no place to go
our hearts will both flutter
as the mind has only to race
and bodies go with the flow
energy will gather and surge
a thunder storm is coming in
I am ready for your lightning
walking past me you don't bolt
even in spite of all my bumps
I am filled with positivity
from my battery's one sided hump
















Anonymous
- Friday, December 15, 2000 at 20:45:20 (PST)


"The case workers big Christamas"

The case worker was a big mama
for there was no way around that
her seven checks would feed a horse
it was christmas
and presents would cost drugs out of the mouth
of the goverment funded obeaseity project
the cAse worker was able to sit at a desk
in between two hour lunches
and fortyfive minute breaks
she had time to chew
she was welfare
she was a sloppy fuck
she was the big one

there was no way around that
she was a work song on crack
she was the crack fund in itsself
and a political lie
Anonymous
- Friday, December 15, 2000 at 13:24:39 (PST)


beware there is a big recall on turkey products
and you fun
may be harmful
reciepts will reddem the turkey christ like drooling inside the internet psche ward mr clean christ is tsirhc
backwarsd
Anonymous
- Friday, December 15, 2000 at 11:26:32 (PST)


its the christmas season
with jolly drink
and old people shooting up
its the time of the year when you make the decision
do I sacrafice trees for the lord
and which lord do I rid the earth of oxygen for
the fat lord st. nick like the fat elvis
or the young lord that carries crosses made of wood thru town
apples trees cheerys trees

nipple

the trees are bad they had the satan snake housed
the preacer turned to stricnine
and handled snakes
my grandfather turned the kettle of boiling strictnine
over on the preacher
and scalded him
you must kill trees
or worship satan like bob wants

the trees might have harmed the president of the untided states
mr george washinton a poet himself
the red balls are the cherries sacrificed for the lord
the tree killing expand like chathliocism
satan came from the trees
the tree will be a glittering alter
we shall light the fires of satan within the tree
with lights made in twiain
satan was from tawain and sold little elves to cathy lee for the replanting
the bible was printed on leaves from the dead trees
of the forrest
the forrest was satan
and voodoo
there was a godlessness about the nature
and ribs are
nine inch nails would be the sound track bitch
Anonymous
- Friday, December 15, 2000 at 11:24:19 (PST)


dp you retain your candy kiss paper?
cuz im gonna baste you good
......
- Friday, December 15, 2000 at 11:20:58 (PST)


I think the boger queer is right
you guys dont make any sense
at all
Anonymous
- Friday, December 15, 2000 at 11:05:10 (PST)


pack up your rags boy,
if things go right
we might be moving that god damn christmas tree
into the prettiest girl in the porjects crib
then she'll really have a white christmas
Anonymous
- Friday, December 15, 2000 at 11:02:18 (PST)


we want dolphin poetry
we want dolphin poetry
soup train passenger
- Friday, December 15, 2000 at 07:48:42 (PST)


go out and milk the cow
{a serious attempt at christmas poetry}

and under my missle toe

brumuda triangle
missle toe
crisis
I will name the left one snow ball
and the right one fidal castro
or penzoil no castro
nut crackER NUT CRACKER
shes good and good at math
ol da doo da day
and my buddies wife reports that 'ol one nut does not name his after any name brands
but enuff of that back to the poetry fo prositutes
get on your knees
E suspended ninth to the second power
and worship the dolphin christ
jimi hendrix burned his guitars too
but he was on his knees when he did
my dolphin did his rendention
of flipper meets jesus pose
spray the magic bug spray
breast test
the budda did have three breast
but that was just on one side
you know like the one sided news coverage
theres a prophit in the white house whitey
call the police
it is a sick joke
can opener honey
mayoneise
and mary let the mammal into the stable

you want I should bast your turkey
if you know what I mean
tis the season to be rolly polley poetic
- Friday, December 15, 2000 at 07:40:03 (PST)


Remember when I said
"even the crack house has a christmas tree?"

well,I lied
the most beautiful girl in all the project don't even have one
and its a weird summary
the bottom line was all about money
he promised her the solar system
and meant a life time of welfare
vacationing
living in crack housing.

she like me
lied about her race
and I seen past that
inside her eyes was everything
and no way out
so I left it
but she didnt leave my mind
how she remembered me again
from my long long hair
my shaved head

now

it didnt mean a thing
but she couldnt leave that
believe that
I couldnt save the world
but it could would disappear

I was aware of her

when she was closer than I let anyone else get
because no one was worth it

In my head something funny was wrong
three songs

I picked a
I picked a
I picked a bad time to fall in love

turns into I will surive the rem commercial of kaufmans

then it becomes a blues riff
and depression
depression because of a thousand different reasons
she is everything
there is nothing
but I know she was worth it
as nothing works out
Anonymous
- Friday, December 15, 2000 at 01:02:39 (PST)


Riding on my lungs
pneuma pneuma pneuma pneu
Tapping into the ketchup lineage for a dime and a nic from accross the street
It's like he'd always said
Do you really want this cabbage raw and straight out?

Those aren't my hands
a-highfaultin'
incense avulsion
what you is
just quite a variety
of seemingly fresh space

what a bargain

Eve
- Thursday, December 14, 2000 at 22:41:02 (PST)


poets dont make sense these days. youall take a thesaurus and put words together that make no sense but so good. death to you all!
burger queen
- Thursday, December 14, 2000 at 18:56:37 (PST)


thins thins shins
splints? no notlike that
that is not it at all
but--
he said he loves me
(not like that, but you
knowing
how it is should know)
andshedoesshedoes
and so do i
pretend we all feel the same again

ah-non-ih-muss
- Thursday, December 14, 2000 at 16:16:25 (PST)


"Can I call you sodbuster?"

The first time I picked her up
she was wearing spurs and fringe and a 6 gallon hat
I sniffing glass was my tip
Anonymous
- Thursday, December 14, 2000 at 07:04:00 (PST)


"Dolphin envy"

she stands up
she stands up
she stands up to

the cup is empty
can you spare a dime

anerexia
happy birth a day
shit liquid see who salutes it
bandaid diaper do you pollute it

she stands up
she stands up
she stands up
to me
ruff
and ready
burning the nativity scene
the baby satan and his goats
love virgin and three dirty gypsies
at a homeless camp
in a stable
run from my wife robbin
run with my girlfried gina
eat pig meat
eat cow
dance for me
flush flush babycakes female jesus
spanish woman are the best
10-4
- Thursday, December 14, 2000 at 07:00:53 (PST)


"Steal and lie"

The invisible insect
flea like spider crab speads the disease
scratch that
itch itch itch
breeding more shit bugs
in the name of poetry
Anonymous
- Thursday, December 14, 2000 at 06:47:06 (PST)


please do not hold me in your mind
even if you really do love me so
please take me out of your memory
may my name never roll off your tongue
and that your eyes quit seeing me
here's to your lungs that they not fill
at least with the breath that is for me
please let go of me by releasing your spell
my mind has been moving away from you now
will you do the same and wipe it all away?
my soul with yours will never die unless you forget.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, December 13, 2000 at 22:41:03 (PST)


"Shit sickles hoilday"

so you dont want to sacrafice a tree for the lord,sir?
what are you some kinda wiccan man?

wiccan man
wiccan man

I bought you fuzzy house shoes thirty years ago
what'd you do with them?
worship the water aliens pass the water bottles fill this cup up
- Wednesday, December 13, 2000 at 22:23:39 (PST)


~dont claim love
if ur incapable
y did u tell me?
to rip my heart away?
~dont say forever
unless u plan to stay
through hurt and sorrow
and maybe even a baby
~dont say hello
if goodbye is the truth
goodbye is all u can say
i know u to well sweety
~dont call me ur angel
if u really think i am
u know that i am not like that
but u know i like to be called that
~dont kiss my neck and touch me all the right ways
because i know all u want is to get laid
all i have to say to u is dont
!dont play pretend with me
if that all it is to u

Krystal DrayGon
- Wednesday, December 13, 2000 at 17:45:03 (PST)


what the hell is up with the commode poetry?
a
- Wednesday, December 13, 2000 at 16:11:31 (PST)


my kingdom for a better one
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 12, 2000 at 19:24:31 (PST)


but what if the toilets are all stopped up again?
and the blue2000 gone bad?
string it with christmas lights and stick a menorah on it
call it anything but late for dinner.
your mother in the peapatch with her cousin once more
my kingdom for a plunger
- Tuesday, December 12, 2000 at 19:21:43 (PST)


the high tech fonzie could not climb out of the toilet
could not pretend to listen to yokos dylan collection
and could never count on anything
so sex was out
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 12, 2000 at 13:02:40 (PST)


leave your battery and run with me on the beaches of toxic waste at midnight
why must we store the toxic material in our storage places
let us dump it in to the vast bodies of water
and look into each others eyes until we learn to love
the answers of lust
subtracting the sounds of the farting alarm clock

wake up
you morrision addict
eat your rotting fruit
prevent a gum disease
and dance while I dance with your sister
and look a the dumb asses wife's pantyline

sign this
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 12, 2000 at 12:59:55 (PST)


"Real old bitchie people
dancing almost naked on the soaps"

Give a crack whore in a blizzard a bag of salt
and she can work her corner all night
if she don't try to smoke it,that is

Give a crack whore in a blizzard a snow shovel
and she can pick up extra cash
out in the parking lot.
dookie deluxe
- Tuesday, December 12, 2000 at 12:50:43 (PST)


Must what you say
and say what you must
always be in an impleasant way.
you think through your tongue
and vicious it so becomes
but how does that help you
become a better human today?
if you tell me that it does
then you are more confused
from what I thought.
its okay to voice what needs to be said
and the key is at the lower end of above
but instead your mind and eyes are too fixed
one dwelling on the flat side
of any battery that you hold
making it difficult to see the bump
if only you could be the one to triumph.
are you proud of anything---anything at all?
even if it comes from our world of material
hey paint that in your city of murals and dreams
target the real issues
of how societies have got here
and why we are who we are
as a society to be so greedy
towards nature in order to survive.
maybe your're right that it'll never be stopped
so according to you, my love for nature can also stop?
you need some balance and I want some peace
thank someone(s) for christmas
as no one will think I'm a freak
when as the holidays draw near
I will be giving thanks for life
to who I think is my creator(s) and my sustainors
and praying for positive peace through the bump on my battery.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 12, 2000 at 12:23:24 (PST)


Wow...I wouldn't want Jimi's jaw to fall right off beneath ground. Well, then again, that would be quite a site to see. Maybe we could charge for it. Say, 10 bucks a pop?
Whaddya say, Stranded?
Commodes of the World Unite
- Tuesday, December 12, 2000 at 11:01:52 (PST)


"like a street whore in a blizzard"

To cold to care
innocent of the weather
there are no angels out there
flopping around like a fish
a street whore in a blizzard


big tobbacco meets the prostitution research projects
- Tuesday, December 12, 2000 at 07:48:29 (PST)


Dear Eve,
I have been reading bible stories about you
and as a tribute to this site
I named my left breast jimmy hendricks
and my right breast janis joplin

I only wish that I was the budda
for then I would have another breast to name
and that one would be vicki davis

I was pondering the question
YES
Its time I popped the big question
I am on one knee now

"If I camp out all night to get oprea winfrey
show tickets,would you accompanie me?"

I have written you any dolphin poetry recently
for that I am sorry
I will try to set aside a little time each day
since the dreaming it plan did not work out
although
I do have a poem appolgizing for my lack of poetry skills
if you would like to read it

the weathers been nice here and I only cheated on you once
I'll write you every day
happy thanksgiving and
Love always
howard honey drippings
- Tuesday, December 12, 2000 at 07:41:03 (PST)


Troops:
Be prepared to cross the Potomac tonight
at midnight.
Wear clean underwear;
bring change.
-Gen. George Washington
- Monday, December 11, 2000 at 17:52:53 (PST)


jimi hendrix would laugh at the lot of you
petty fools
Anonymous
- Monday, December 11, 2000 at 12:21:59 (PST)


My apologies to your grandmother

as it's all swirling down the outhouse

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Thank you, Benjamin


Anonymous
- Monday, December 11, 2000 at 00:25:03 (PST)


so does that mean I can call Jimi Hendrix's songs mine if he posted it here?
And just exactly what do I do with these pressure cooker scrapings?
Stranded in Stranton
- Sunday, December 10, 2000 at 23:40:21 (PST)


Just to let you know....this site says..."all works

"are to be considered" copyrighted works......not the

case...have to have copyright on work...or anyone can

use it...so stop your complaining.....

Go see your lawyer.....and sue.....just stop bitching
Michael Parker
- Sunday, December 10, 2000 at 21:25:22 (PST)


I love my fridge
obviously
Eve
- Sunday, December 10, 2000 at 21:16:31 (PST)


tsk tsk

how dreary
now look what Iv'e started

(hey, at least I gave her some credit, now, didn't I?)

so much for giving the benefit

mean people suck [ass]
(and I don't know who coined THAT one, so rakes..plenty of them..sideways,or at a 90 angle, whichever fits a skewed eye, for me..forks just don't do it much for me anymore..not quite the same kinda friction, y'know?)
Eve
- Sunday, December 10, 2000 at 21:10:08 (PST)


"Old Hags on Herion"

I am so afraid that she will get cancer
because when she shoots up
she smokes a lot.
Old hags on herion
and who would guess with the inheitance gone
and the intelgence level
and the welfare thing
old hags on herion
like wrinkled dollar bills
in the garbage with shit on them
old hags on herion
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 10, 2000 at 16:20:22 (PST)


Dear Eve,
I'm sorry that I'm not sorry but,
My Question is on a different subject

We recently discovered a really neat way
to get out of doing the dishes
since we dont cook so well
whenever it turns out to be crap or burnt
we hid the whole pan full of shit in the fridge
although this does not double as a pot to piss in
and it is not dolphin poetry either
my problem is when does the Pan "O" Crap expire
there is no expiration date on it and
if we take it out of the fridge we either have to eat it or wash it or throw it away and I am to cheap to buy
new pans everytime
I cook wrong
which is daily
and I sure don't want to eat it
and maybe someone will break in and wash it
or aliens will come get me and I wont have to wash it
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 10, 2000 at 15:50:40 (PST)


my apologies, MR kitty.
i wasnt aware

the accused
- Sunday, December 10, 2000 at 11:29:38 (PST)


I see it now
what you say
and I don't know how
to find a way
to you, the accused, to understand
that the one thing that really makes me hiss
in all of this land...
is to be called a ms...
Mr. Cheshire Cat
- Sunday, December 10, 2000 at 09:44:27 (PST)


i guess ms. kitty
when you grow up black
in southern louisiana you
grow used to hearing things
spoken
and think nothing of
incorporating them into
tangible form
regardless of who
believes coined a figure of speech
first



i do apologize, ms. eve,
if you feel you must be
known as the sole proprietor
of a figure of speech...
by all means, patent the expression
i hear spoken occasionally.
and on that same note,
i guess noone is allowed
now to have a poem with
the words: the death life longing
alley night love beautiful mama
in them as they also seem
to appear in your poems too.
after all, we wouldnt want
to take anything away from you.
the accused
- Saturday, December 09, 2000 at 23:46:02 (PST)


the line fit ms. kitty
and anyhow my grandmother
has been known to use the phrase.

the accused
- Saturday, December 09, 2000 at 09:33:01 (PST)


A thief is great?
am I that late?
mexicans here?
oh dear...
No no sour dope
thieves are without hope!
So make your own line or three
and don't take what you see!


A very languid Cheshire Cat
- Friday, December 08, 2000 at 19:40:31 (PST)


A thief is great?
am I that late?
mexicans here?
oh dear...
No no sour dope
thieves are without hope!
So make your own line or three
and don't take what you see!


A very languid Cheshire Cat
- Friday, December 08, 2000 at 19:40:10 (PST)


yes ms. eve ,the second lillith-in-training,
i used a turn of phrase . as they say,
"good artists borrow, great artists steal."
know this, though, what i write is my own.
no tori amos for me, thank you.


the accused
- Friday, December 08, 2000 at 14:35:50 (PST)


yes ms. eve ,the second lillith-in-training,
i used a turn of phrase . as they say,
"good artists borrow, great artists steal."
know this, though, what i write is my own.
no tori amos for me, thank you.


the accused
- Friday, December 08, 2000 at 14:35:48 (PST)


"Spit back into it"
by
Travis Ray Cole

The Microchip people
were waiting for the end
and there was an end insight
shortly after the quiet war creeped

the war gods of satan
no longer waited for their sons

Mind switches divided the rightous from the peace
and the rich police showed up for the rest of the money
so you may have many thoughts
trips to the streets washed the grey city
into a sun blocked white washed depression

laughter stolen from programed reactions
projected thoughts
and pretty fantasys of nothing
at some point of understanding the forgotten
it stays inside stored

if the world was a place to live
could you return right back to it

killing rat acid is your way to deal with it
and dose your lysergic thought into the answer
and not even know
they told you to if you allow them to exist
giving back nothing in a cry of human nature
death ends and is everlasting
so pray
if you must
wash your hands of the hatred and arm yourselves
for your friends are watching
and it is a time that will mark waste

love could have meant someone to die for
or live for or lie to
a thousand days
a thousand tests
a truth filled with lies
there are no answers relieing on
THE TRUTH

There is no end in sight
you can dig up someone elses grave
line someone elses guitar gifts to the deceased
with your offerings from a suspended hell
and give the dead gifts they would have thrown away
when they were alive

theres no skies to look to in the darkness
with eyes closed
with spit for the others
is this sex
feeding something that is dead
holding hands in the cemetery
pissing jesus pose

you have not caused the demise
only wasted your time on self-flattery
occupied with frozen thoughts of what life will be
washed back into tomorrows sky of ruin.

you can only end yourself

Friday, December 08, 2000 at 1:05:15 CST
CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE(C)2000
wings from another hell
- Friday, December 08, 2000 at 11:09:33 (PST)


The Microchip people
were waiting for the end
and there was an end insight
shortly after the quiet war creeped
the war gods of satan
no longer waited for their sons

Mind switches divided the rightous from the peace
and the rich police showed up for the rest of the money
so you may have many thoughts
trips to the streets washed they grey city
into a sun blocked white washed depression

laughter stolen from programed reactions
projected thoughts
and pretty fantasys of nothing
at some point of understanding the forgotten
it stays inside stored

if the world was a place to live
could you return right back to it
killing rat acid is your way to deal with it
and dose your lysergic thought into the answer
and not even know
they told you to if you allow them to exist
giving back nothing in a cry of human nature
death ends and is everlasting
so pray
if you must
wash your hands of the hatred and arm yourselves
for your friends are watching
and it is a time that will mark waste

love could have meant someone to die for
or live for or lie to
a thousand days
a thousand tests
a truth filled with lies
there are no answers relieing on
THE TRUTH

There is no end in sight
you can dig up someone elses grave
line someone elses guitar gifts to the deceased
with your offering from a suspended hell

theres no skies to look to in the darkness
with eyes closed
with spit for the others
is this sex
holding hands in the cemetery
pissing jesus pose

you have not caused the demise
only wasted your time on self-flatery
occupied with frozen thoughts of what life will be
washed back into tomorrows sky of ruin.
religion
- Friday, December 08, 2000 at 10:53:15 (PST)


I missed you little kitty kitty
but the catbox is full and overflowing into the
hallway

is it safe and OSHA approved to flush the cat box
down the toilet?
I seen the sewer pump mans van out there the last time we flushed such a vast collection
I don't know what its worth
but I do know its been saved past many a rainy day.
^^^^^^^^^^^^
- Friday, December 08, 2000 at 03:13:32 (PST)


I'm back! who missed this cat?

The one and only Cheshire Cat
- Thursday, December 07, 2000 at 23:56:59 (PST)


I
thats me
have
thats what i need
Gone
thats where I'm at
far
thats the distance
away
thats where i'm going

Where
I don't know but, i
hope i'll see you again


Will you find me
i didn't mean to leave
The time has come
i will be looking for you
when you get there
Will you find me
i didn't mean to lose you
The time has come
i will miss you very much
till you get there
Will you find me
i am happy where i'm at
The time has come
i am now in a wonderfull place
you'll love it when you get there
Will you find me
i now say my good bye's
The time has come
i now say thank you god
my excistance has ended;~)
















tasha m. c.
- Thursday, December 07, 2000 at 20:32:16 (PST)


learn to spell you fucking idiot
Anonymous
- Thursday, December 07, 2000 at 13:55:50 (PST)


"Where have you gone?"

where have you gone
My President sir?
where have you gone to?

the search party ran out of maps
come on back
please come back
where have you disapeared to
you president
you president you

I'll always remember the way
he would not reveal his badge number to us
a special case
a special case
you sir can not be replaced
Anonymous
- Thursday, December 07, 2000 at 01:07:26 (PST)


"My Dolphin is your Dolphin"

I wrote the phrase "Happy Thanksgiving" and you stole it from me
just welfare church check the bible
and ypu will see it is true
I know you are a whitch
I have proof that the first darrin and endora are fake

HOTEP Pea ce
WHEN i TRY TO PUT THE CODE
"PERFECT" IN MADDEN NFL 2001 PLAYSTATION
i can not find where it gothe and that is the code
for the '72 miami dolphins
this is a poety site and not your take up writing jpouranls



Anonymous
- Wednesday, December 06, 2000 at 13:14:54 (PST)


the complaint office
is occupied by diagnosed rocket scientists
waiting inside the walls
wasting all that expensive fast film
buying less than time
the farting alarm clock believes in waste management
The microchip people are waiting
and the Jag Officer would never lie to them
only joke here and there
somehow
there must be some progress

in the river of evaulated dookie
the floating toilet bowl cam
radioed ahead for reinforcements
to the crowd of disturbed patients
Anonymous
- Wednesday, December 06, 2000 at 07:18:23 (PST)


AWH JEEZE EDITH!
you stole that shit from me two years ago
don't be dissin my ladies
everytime i infect another mind...
I'm trying get into a serious relationshit here.
and not only that its your turn to do the dishes
and the line still sucks,so flush it with the tampons honey
Anonymous
- Wednesday, December 06, 2000 at 03:03:52 (PST)


W
E E
L L
C C
O O
M M
E E

HOME
FRIEND
Anonymous
- Wednesday, December 06, 2000 at 02:38:22 (PST)


it was Sat., September 16, 2000, at 18:04 if you'd like to see for yourself
thanx
:)
Eve
- Tuesday, December 05, 2000 at 19:56:41 (PST)


Get away go away
you make me want to reverse-peristalsify
just cause I'm hotter
you make me sick, sonny


(PS..Ms. REBEKAH,..I'm not trying to be a bitch, but I urge you to please consider trying to write your own prose/verse to put up on Pandora's Box. All the work here is to be considered as copywritten material...I apologize for accusing you if you are innocent, and if we so happen to be on the same brainwave..[although the latter is quite dubious, I'm sure you'd agree]...scrolling a little and checking other people's writtings before you write some stuff yourself is a good idea, or at least please give someone the credit for something they wrote before you decide to plagierize. The fact that what you wrote was mine does not really have any importance to me, it's just the point of the matter. Thank you kindly for your time, and again I apologize if this is not the case.
I would also like to take the time to apologize to anyone here if I have unknowingly repeated and/or copied someone else's word-art. I am truly sorry for that. I believe in giving credit where it is due.)
Eve
- Tuesday, December 05, 2000 at 19:47:22 (PST)


the rags in the trashcan sing songs to the nightlife ringing matins in the dark wishing the lights would all go down to Pecos again and fish for bones in the allys once more The fisherking is dead, i says, i says hes dead hes dead i say, Colonel rodger's deadringers dont sing anymore than you do now, tommyknockers tommyknockers knocking at my door Dig the remote in again swim the green sticky tides upstream til you hit bottom, boy, Dont ever stop singing the riversong, never never, Oh boy keep pushing those swells til the moon shines green in envy or lust, whichever comes before between beneath I know you hear your mother everytime you lay on top of me, Why couldnt it be different, your bones with mine entwined, Oh i'm not cinderella, never was one for fancy shoes, sing the fisherkings home again, they hear your siren oh they break Hear them break, Sleeping Beauty has nothing on me
"rat-alley messiah"
- Tuesday, December 05, 2000 at 17:32:56 (PST)


If Carrie was a pot of coffee
and half a pack of cigarettes
then Roxanne was forty dollars at dennys
and gina is a cremer full of the finest green buds
with crystals on the red hairs
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 05, 2000 at 07:16:40 (PST)


"Bob Dylan,turkey dogs and shaved beef"

Theres a way to eat cheap
budget deluxe
but it is'nt dog food soup
Anonymous
- Tuesday, December 05, 2000 at 07:01:03 (PST)


"My Sailor"
by
Tommy Quick-Quity

My Sailor wore a hat
as he slide into a rubber canoe
with no paddles
full speed ahead
into the yeast river
my sailor
my sailor
swam up stream
back and forth
the rubber canoe would rock
until it broke
and my sailor
my sailor
surfed the green and white waters
Anonymous
- Monday, December 04, 2000 at 07:08:36 (PST)


I was going to be President
till they found out I'm a nigger.

I was going to be President
till they found out my brain was bigger

I was going to be President
but they took all that away
money buys money wasted away

I was going to be President
but some things can't change
crooked road to nowhere
and the world was'nt ready
Anonymous
- Monday, December 04, 2000 at 06:15:52 (PST)


Theres bones left in the alley where the cats can't reach the mice the fresh milks all turned sour waiting for a clue or reason to vote from the peepshow spie holes in the shower inhaling cat piss with a fan theres crows in the yard picking at defeat mixing medias secret cameras trying to keep it inside projecting vomit with your very own sattlelites collecting reciepts not knowing what they're for not being a veteran no part of him died in any war and I thought I was a man of peace where did you get your ideals the undergrounds out of reach she was blonde like honey couldnt fly or sing politicized roads to nowhere hate crimes for wishes like lottery numbers in the chinese government a rash rotting through seeds returning glances back to yesterday an empty lens lost postcard now a new cancer blesses you for free shes all mine a cartoon asset coughing up a lung on her sleeve the answer is bingo analyized and a valentine is something you keep

they called wanting money but there was only disposable humour content not worth a spell but mr. bojangles is dead and work song woody retrieved so its solved in some minds its halloween so toilet paper the seat the once removed scrub criticized repeat flushing signs I still cant afford to feed the telemarketing disease I see the phone ringing on the plate of I know you don't want to know me but money is only greed
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 03, 2000 at 09:22:34 (PST)


Theres nothing left to say
take back every yesterday
Maria would be diamonds in champagne
and nothing could ever take her place

theres nothing left to think

Anonymous
- Sunday, December 03, 2000 at 00:44:44 (PST)



Sinking deep,
the night begins to sing
...low, innocent,
the sweet lullaby...
feel not...
care not...



Anonymous
- Saturday, December 02, 2000 at 20:29:32 (PST)


Hand me another drink
cause i dont want to think
and i dont want to see
anything that lookes like me.

Pull me down to you
watch over me until its thru
Hold me in your arms
keep me safe from all harm.

Craddle me in your arms till i sleep
soon upon me memories creep
Run your fingers thru my hair
now that your here i dont care.
Red Roze
- Saturday, December 02, 2000 at 17:42:29 (PST)


"Contests"
Maria is so pretty
I dont need to buy any jewerly
even though seven medias tell me to
and the bartender always wins by default
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 02, 2000 at 13:53:09 (PST)


"Formulas"

I don't want your daughter Sir...
your wife will do just fine

If Gina was two orange habernero hot peppers
and Robbin was a bag of oyster crackers
then Roxanne was twenty minutes in a long line
at the drive up window
just like Carrie was a cool looking slot car
that wont stay on the track.
and Maria is a beautiful dream
that you would try to dream twice.
cast iron ballets
- Saturday, December 02, 2000 at 13:46:43 (PST)


if mexico could have a president then so could we
any volunteers?
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 02, 2000 at 05:57:48 (PST)


"A new currency"
If Robbin was Schizophrenia
then Gina was happiness
And Maria was a Thousand Birthday Parties in the sun

who needs sex when you can catch diseases from money?
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 02, 2000 at 05:51:50 (PST)


Houston ...you have issues!

The comercials told me I need to but Maria jewerly
but I could lie to the bartender
at roaring twentys and we drank all night instead
The law would look for me and maria would save me from bieng incarcerated

I loved her until there was no skin left on my rug burned knees

The wings would complment her long blond hair
and she would turn down every offer
I could breath
until
her apathy passed on to me
the bunny ears were just as much Ginas
as they were robbins
and the day christ would crawl out of his hole was a long way off
if robbin was oyster crackers
then Maria was who I wanted to sleep with
so Gina could be our Jesus, amen
my two head dolphin was happy to see cheryl
the cute italian that was worth it
mustaced women need not apply
like watching cindy price
writing bad checks at the piggly wiggly
I bought butter for three bucks
incase I get back with Kathy
she spends her whole welfare check on new clothes
then the rest at the bar
so her kids gotta eat margerine
with the butter
we can live large
truck plates cost two hundred dollars
letters to maria dont even cost a stamp
I wonder how much it costs to feed just bertha
they are all bertha now
nancy bertha carrie bertha
mom bertha
gina bertha
its all one big bertha blur.
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 02, 2000 at 05:16:03 (PST)


For all I know
I could have been writing poetry
to your mother for two years.

left left left right
noun
two adjetives
three verbs ending

if Maria was a weekend at disneyland
then Maria was a midnight on a warm summer beach

If robbin was a banana then Gina was a habanero pepper
with designer nails
and Maria was a kiss in the pouring Rain
while Roxanne was a molded double bagel with cheese

and theres one out there with fuzzy grey hair behind her ears bieng carded

if a woman was built like a horse
but blonde
what really matters

how do you get inside

I wish I could take the angelic flying
barbie to some generic family restraunt again
and look across at her and say nothing

the greying picasso meant only a shade of her eyes
when she didnt care
and if she didnt care
there was something wrong with the picture
I thought
why would she need a woman to beat on her
thats not love`
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 02, 2000 at 04:24:43 (PST)


please...let me out?
nonna
- Friday, December 01, 2000 at 23:31:57 (PST)


e still spaks his lies to me?
why do i listen?
Anonymous
- Friday, December 01, 2000 at 23:09:28 (PST)


what has happened
once
will begin again anew i
knew i
should never have left off again i
apologize i
never meant to i

"creative incompetant"
- Friday, December 01, 2000 at 11:58:35 (PST)


woody guthrie would have left a long time ago
pounding the crust of the shit into
enlongated extra wide straws ordered special
for this purpose
without safty goggles

your greyness
does not shed into six strings
who was it that I spent a whole summer
giving free guitar lessons too
who was that girl
that will not marry me
and can not play a fucking thing?
what the hell was you doing?
I was looking into your eyes and holding your hands
you have no intrest
you cant play a DAMN THING
HELLO
CAN YOU RECIEVE SIGNALS FROM THE
outside world
are you robbin getting this message
and if not
whats your beautil sister doing the
rest of her life?

I want to hold maria so close
I can see thru her
and kiss the back of her neck
and her ear lobe

my dolphin wants to swim upstream
into the white waters

when he last seen big roxie
my dolphin got sick and almost
well you know
I really did love miss carson
Im not your jesus slut
- Friday, December 01, 2000 at 06:49:38 (PST)


I'm not your jesus slut
Anonymous
- Friday, December 01, 2000 at 06:39:24 (PST)


I am not your jesus slut
Anonymous
- Friday, December 01, 2000 at 06:33:40 (PST)


Baby, I've never been to good at saying how I feel
when its deep down in my heart.
Either, I end up saying way too much or get to real
or I don't know where to start.

But...there's no one else around
so I'll get down on my knees
and tell you how I'm feeling now....

I love...the way that you touch me
and I love...your hand in mine
I love...the way that you kiss me
I'd love to make you my wife
because...I love your love...in my life.

I guess my proposal to you like this sounds
a little strange
'cause we've been together all these years....

I just had to let you know...my feelings for
you haven't changed
to help you put away some of your fears.

And now, should you ever doubt the way I feel
about you
you can just pull this memory out....

I love...the way that you touch me
and I love...your hand in mine
I love...the way that you kiss me
I'd love to make you my wife
because...I love...your love in my life.

This goes out to my "one and only sunshine" in my life
and you know who you are!!!
Michael Parker
- Thursday, November 30, 2000 at 22:51:37 (PST)


Baby, I've never been to good at sying how I feel
when its deep down in my heart.
Either, I end up saying way too much or get to real
or I don't know where to start.

But...there's no one else around
so I'll get down on my knees
and tell you how I'm feeling now....

I love...the way that you touch me
and I love...your hand in mine
I love...the way that you kiss me
I'd love to make you my wife
because...I love your love...in my life.

I guess my proposal to you like this sounds
a little strange
'cause we've been together all these years....

I just had to let you know...my feelings for
you haven't changed
to help you put away some of your fears.

And now, should you ever doubt the way I feel
abiut you
you can just pull this memory out....

I love...the way that you touch me
and I love...your hand in mine
I love...the way that you kiss me
I'd love to mae you my wife
because...I love...your love in my life.

This goes out to my "one and only sunshine" in my life
and you know who you are!!!
Michael Parker
- Thursday, November 30, 2000 at 22:50:23 (PST)


i am the son
the one you forget
the one at home
never learned to ride that bike
never learned to be a father

i am the forgotten friend
lost in the halls
sitting alone
never learned to smile
never learned to laugh

i am the ex
heart broken with no remorse
never able to love the same
never feeling the way i felt

i am the man
with a past unwanted
trying to start new


KEN
- Thursday, November 30, 2000 at 22:36:41 (PST)


the boy sits alone and no body wonders whats going through his mind, no body wonders where his friends have gone, whether or not he has any friends, no one wonders this, they just walk by, not caring.

look in his eyes sometimes, look at him and ask yourself, why you never stopped, if only to say hello.


KEN
- Thursday, November 30, 2000 at 22:28:37 (PST)


your mama should have swallowed you,
boy
saved me some trouble.
the whole world over
boy
oh boy they know they
saw it
all, they can't go back
again and right or wrong the
wrong or right again
boy
your mama should
have swallowed you.



-Circumduction

rebekah
- Thursday, November 30, 2000 at 16:33:01 (PST)


Here pull my dolphin
is not the punch line anymore out there
hold my dolphin

remember when.....
that big squall wraped my dolphin
in tinfoil to keep it fresh
was that keeping it real?
she always was weird
spraying her teeth with lysol every three days
oral hygiene

when I went out with that dentist
we did shit loads of coke too.

at the funny farm....
she musta known I couldnt stand her
mustache breed of woman beauty
running both ways in the big one


territories
I like to read bettys stuff
and it was funny when she would put hooks in
no that was someone else

you cant just break up with me out of turn like that
it is not your turn you have to wait your turn

when I was at the nudist camp there was nowhere to carry money
and I just kept thinking about marias eyes
ass
eyes
ass
eyes
long dark hair
0ne score and take two and never call at dinner time ryhymes
- Thursday, November 30, 2000 at 13:29:31 (PST)






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suffer...suffer.........ruffer.....ruffer
by
madison gabriel dolphin


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From soul to soul
a breath was taken
and one was received
the making of love
transported thru tunnels
none other than above
inhaling life's force
is a prescious gift
to which pure appreciation
can only be known
if between soul to soul
a life was conceived.




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e-mailed at bothofyouilove@yahoo.com


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Copyright 1995-2000 by Trace On-line Limited

Anonymous
- Thursday, November 30, 2000 at 09:48:19 (PST)


It's My Lucky Day

Before my eyes were opened
my roof began to leak
I know I wasn't dreaming
when I felt it on my cheeck

I waded through the water
looking for my shoes
Turned on Mr.Coffee
and blew out my last fuse...

But its my lucky day
since I met you dear....
When I walked in here dear
all I could say
Is...its my lucky day.

I tried to start my pick-up
but all I got was smoke
Slamed the damn old door shut
so hard the window broke

Boss said if I'm late again
I'm good as fired
It was 9 a.m. by then
and I was already tired

Caught a ride with some guy
who talked me half to death
Chain smokin' like a freight train
I couldn't catch my breath

I jumped out at the diner
and stumbled through the door
Saw you behind the counter
and then I knew for sure....

That its my lucky day
since I met you dear
when I walked in here
all I could say
Is...its my lucky day.

Michael Parker
- Thursday, November 30, 2000 at 09:47:04 (PST)


Ladies and Gentleman Now its time for

"Mental Illness and Food Service"

Yes we are all on the waiting list to quit
er that is be fired
we are all on the waiting list to be fired.

She had no military bearing
he was the captian of the latrines
sneezing in the food
the doctor of pizza
Mr. Busta Ryhymes

working with retarded people with out a mental health worker certifacate is like.....
outta the pan with out a net
a computer without a wire
yes this sir is my resignation
I shall Quit or kill someone
and maybe both
well the retarded boy spawned a family and he was thier president too
and the medical school cheered him on
in hopes of discovering what made him tick.
well folks
I no longer give a shit
and am dropping out of the race
the retarded boy is the silient partner
and infact he is the secret son of congress
who would not admit it
because mr.congress is embarassed of the retarded piece of shit
that is retarded piece of shit,sir
ok shut up
he is going to make his acceptance speech
SSHHHHHHHHHHHH
EXECELENT
- Thursday, November 30, 2000 at 03:39:05 (PST)


I wish you were my favorite poet
I would hold you close
like someone elses wife
and it would never end
until the words run dry

and every breath a lie

I wish the shooting star I made a wish to
was'nt a downed aircraft

I promise you there is no one
that could sing like her
with words that never matter
as long as I could see her
and I still see her

carelessly tossing aside your fellings
only because I don't care
theres nothing left to love
and we don't need hearts anyway
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 30, 2000 at 00:38:00 (PST)


"Giving Back All My Crosses"

She could have
stood on the Quarterdeck and told me anything
diamond rings
and I would still feel the same

I would not remeber the past
if you were tomorrow
with yesterday in my sites
you talk her out of nothing anyway

To brush you long hair back
and wisper under ground in your eye
I dont care what time it is
here is the unwanted crown
what more could you want follow me around
I don't want her,now.........
Thanks So Much.
- Wednesday, November 29, 2000 at 22:46:04 (PST)


"Tears from a Sea Shell"

As she parted the red sea
I was thinking
I was thinking
with my dolphin again
swimming up stream
against your wifes sandy beach
against the tide currently

if I ever spit back into the ocean
burning blue bras for your mother
breast stroke
order chicken

hickey covered teachers

if I ever see bertha again
I will forgive her for teaching me the bus stop
even though it would never relate to the dance that
gina did
Irish jig
run with the kite again
Thank You,Thanks Again+
- Wednesday, November 29, 2000 at 22:37:27 (PST)


maybe your friendship isn't worth a damn
You cannot reciprocate and just be an ear for a minute
It figures, your'e fire

and I want to wash you away

(apologies to all the Lions, Rams, and Centauric Archers out there...this particular one boils me)
Eve
- Wednesday, November 29, 2000 at 21:33:12 (PST)


No
that's not crushed ice
it's shaved glass
you clown
and now it's legs are ever so smooth

I live in the crotch of the city, my minion
kettle, a bar of lye soap and an onion
I like my squirrels batter-dipped and fried, young'un
you could use some fattening up

yikes I burnt myself a deal here, at everything
400 off
writting to write
twice around
fighting to kill
and lost our ground
a musket in a pound

I'll kill them bitches before they even get a chance to bark him
down

Eve
- Wednesday, November 29, 2000 at 15:13:44 (PST)


"Blizzard of Leeches"

You can't walk inbetween me and my prey
and take it away
with your words
you live in yesterday

I don't have to write you in
with your telling
the preachings
hide from theater
you have no run way
get off the stage
what you done this morning
will be a hundred times replayed
by people who don't know anything
except a name

of coarse you've won all the contests to date
and I would now be writing about her in trade
and you walked un
and took it all away
giving
taking a side
bad publicity means the same thing
theater theater theater
================================================
================================================
Signal
KeyWords
passwords
trigger
morse
red flag
the code
answers
definations
lies
maps
direction
=======================
=======================
lily pads rotting
on the stagnet green waters
frogs jumping into slime
excess slag
- Wednesday, November 29, 2000 at 06:51:13 (PST)


"Pressureized Writings"

I only asked you because
I believe in you

the war mind
women un-soft
theres no smoothness
with a sour bitter taste

touch
like cactus
like pineapples
wheres your garden in this winter haze
your so called love?
mixed with dry spit
I see the humor I created it
and love you all the same
I sometimes laugh as it spins its

self down the drain
look it up anyway
- Wednesday, November 29, 2000 at 03:04:23 (PST)


"Hats off to you"

Thank You all very much.
I really appreciate all that you have done
Thank You
Thanks Again!!
- Wednesday, November 29, 2000 at 00:06:20 (PST)


"I wanna sleep with maria"


a face to long
Licking Kathys open sores
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 28, 2000 at 23:02:40 (PST)


Don't listen to them Tommy Quick Quitty
even if blue is the notes of A minor played one at a time real slowly
everyone knows that D minor is a much sadder key
just watch "this is spinal tap" and see for your self.

and also Tommy Quick Quitty I just wanna say that
you are the most talented person writing on this poetry forum
and the only reasons I even visit t6his site
is to see what your up to next
Thank You So Much
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 28, 2000 at 00:55:54 (PST)


even if you are a nutty-butt monkey Tommy Quick Quity
your still my favorite poet on the world wide
since robert frost
have you listened to the sound files of robert frost himself reading his own poetry?
he sounds so old
and you tommy quick quity have at least that much over him in fact I myself have always considered your material
sort of Robert frost meets jack frost
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 28, 2000 at 00:49:41 (PST)


when you say "i'm blue"
you mean homosexual.
so then, whats Eiffle65 saying in that godawful
song "blue"
that hes gay, da ba dee?
jaded
- Monday, November 27, 2000 at 15:37:01 (PST)


thats right you better leave tommy qickquit quity alone US poets are going to stick together
and I happen to like his dolphin poetry
even if I dont care much for dolphins
keep on writing tommy
- Monday, November 27, 2000 at 13:20:31 (PST)


You leave Tommy Quick Quity alone
he is a very good poet and has been writing here a long time
he displays a unique form
so why dont you just go away
Anonymous
- Monday, November 27, 2000 at 13:17:36 (PST)


Tommy Quick-QIETY

You sir are not a poet
Anonymous
- Monday, November 27, 2000 at 13:15:28 (PST)


He who votes is not important, but he who counts the votes is.

Joseph Stalin
Z
- Monday, November 27, 2000 at 09:37:09 (PST)


"The best lines of Tommy Quick Quity"



I'm a sailor with a stupid ass hat
I saved up
and cloned another flower

get me to the chruch on time bro
asshole
money money money
lies

I go to the church to see the boat people stare at me
retarded boy
retarded boy
with your flight jacket on

I'm the one you want to run thru the jungles with sir

burn the villages
for world peace within 30 miles
eating dolphins dying exploding herpe meat
whore cop whore cop badges up your ass
give me money
your not going to call me job robbin
the sea needs my vomit bath
"Its because I'm blue ain't it"
another sailor just like me
I'm a sailor with out a boat
float float

I'm up the river with out an undercover
floating device
lets put secret camaras inside secret camaras
only because it has'nt been done before
sea weed
sea rations
I'm a sailor in a paul mc cartny song
shut up
My Sailor reprise
mans hair cut
steel toed boots
marches in step
dont gotta salute
Shes a military woman
what all the military boys go for
shes a flower power brain washed boy
Tommy Quick-Quit Quity
- Monday, November 27, 2000 at 04:02:49 (PST)


"I'm a sailor with a stupid ass hat"

Your wifes cheating on me
I saved up for a nice disease
and cloned another flower

get me to the chruch on time bro
bathrooms on broadway
alleys in the street
40's of nothing
asshole of sweetness
money
money
money
lies
Tommy Quick-Quit Quity
- Monday, November 27, 2000 at 03:45:01 (PST)


"Real ig ion"z"
I go to the church to see the boat people stare at me
retarded boy
retarded boy
with your flight jacket on
you know I got the island connect
we can bring it back
now that your the dolphins president
I'm the one you want to run thru the jungles with sir

burn the villages come on gina
lets run honey hon
get the guns
and write home in blood
we gotta do this one for the world
forget it
world peace within 30 miles
eating dolphins dying exploding herpe meat
a thousand rivers of repeat
death in the water
little elvis snitch
bitching out of turn
whore cop
whore cop
badges up your ass
give me money
you aint funny
Tommy Quick-Quity
- Monday, November 27, 2000 at 03:39:49 (PST)


pUking off the side of a raft
the sea needs my vomit bath
dolphins talk only to me
saying things in lines and streams
lines making shapes
nonsense
out of dreams
seen it somewhere
know what I mean

dolphins start to laugh and sing
"Its because I'm blue ain't it"
from the sea from the sea
another sailor just like me
Tommy Quick-Quity
- Monday, November 27, 2000 at 03:30:36 (PST)


"The Seventh Sea"

Her hair was long
the bar was longer
I'm a sailor with out a boat
why you could say
float float
I'm up the river with out an undercover
floating device
lets put secret camaras inside secret camaras
only because it has'nt been done before
sea weed
sea rations
my wife your wife
owner flower oder
I'm a sailor in a paul mc cartny song
shut up
Tommy Quick-Quity
- Monday, November 27, 2000 at 03:16:15 (PST)


"My Sailor reprise"

Round like a dough ball
baby baby yeah

shes got a mans hair cut
steel toed boots
marches in step
dont gotta salute

Shes a military woman
what all the military boys go for
shes a flower power brain washed boy
Tommy Quick-Quity
- Monday, November 27, 2000 at 03:10:23 (PST)


"Debbies Eyes"

She was a mustang
wild so free
a cobra wraped around me

the firey sun
daughter of hell
lust
I thirst to be drenched
taste
a star that fell

into the night
rockets rage inside lies
the city made her
never to be mine

a kiss
thats what it was
did I feel anything
more than a buzz

shotgun?
She was a nuculear war
to me
there was no before

she is who I ran to
there was nothing
she could'nt talk me into..
If I would listen

Anonymous
- Monday, November 27, 2000 at 01:08:36 (PST)


Krystal
you are my inspiration
I like your poetry
in fact in the third world country
I live in where there is no freedom
of speech or in our daily lives
adult curfew regulates the animal behavior
like a sour note from a crying cat in heat
jealose

They burn the sick and throw the dying away
IN THE GARBAGE LIKE IT WAS A NEWSPAPER
we have no freedom and are judged by a morphed
mega-hitler christ who pisses in a bag strapped to
the criticism taught by the untalented.
sure maybe everything one person writes is not for everyone
but theres no one out there writing any dolphin poetry
is there?



GOD DAMN CRACK HEADS
- Monday, November 27, 2000 at 00:51:12 (PST)


krystal, sweetie, you have no poetry skill.
Anonymous
- Sunday, November 26, 2000 at 10:06:01 (PST)


kiss the fire that burns down the house
sit in the middle while the fireman screams
tells u to get out, but u dont feel a thing
they call u a witch well fuck bitch
the flames lick ur body and ur in ecsacy
it feels like a man touching ur body
strong hands that are flames
sweet kiss that should be pain
it burns down the home where ur ex used to live
and u control the flames with ur might
hold ur ex down
keep the men away
this boys getting what he deserves
i walk up to him and laugh in his face
like he did to me when he dump me for a man
Krystal DrayGon
- Sunday, November 26, 2000 at 09:09:36 (PST)


Sore Looserman
Fuck Gore Like Bill Did
L
- Sunday, November 26, 2000 at 08:33:58 (PST)


i enter the dark forest
i sit alone
i wonder does anyone know me
the forest is dark
like my soul
souless blackness
the leaves fall
blackness vomitys on my soul
the dark forest
all alone

Anonymous
- Saturday, November 25, 2000 at 01:39:03 (PST)


Shot Gun Machine gun
anything that meant my lips touching Debbies

kissing fire breathing heat

The risk I would take
I could hang drop three stories to an escape
steal under your eyes and get away

all to give away

under the influence
of Debbies big brown eyes
a cobra wraped around the sky
- Saturday, November 25, 2000 at 01:06:45 (PST)


so i said to the man

do you have this in blue

and he looked at me

looked through me

"it won't look good with your skin color"

i don't shop there no more


KEN
- Friday, November 24, 2000 at 23:21:16 (PST)


The kids dont remember me buying a loaf of bread to feed the ducks with in janesville at the electric companys dumping site that runs off into the rock river.

They only remember going with you to feed the ducks at the methadone center
after you drove your car into the pharmacys brick wall because they would fill your scripts
and you went thru a great deal of trouble to steal them empty pieces of paper

Oh,how beautiful you were when I first met you
sitting across from me
in your blue dress with your legs open
so I could see up it
you looked like marsha brady and I wanted you

And you would tell me about your sisters spankings
and lie for her to me just to be lieing

Other than that long blond hair you had no actual talent
other than making lasaegne












your friendly dolphin poetry team coach
- Friday, November 24, 2000 at 13:37:14 (PST)


Fuck George Bush like his dad did
Z
- Friday, November 24, 2000 at 06:21:16 (PST)


wheres your blue guitar now?
Anonymous
- Friday, November 24, 2000 at 04:48:33 (PST)


remember that song
that we heard that night
parked on the dock
overlooking the lake
the moon so bright and full

you held my hand at first
then you let me kiss you

then we danced
my car door open
the radio turned up

then it got cold
you had to go home

now a year later
you're no longer in my life
but as i ride down the road
and that song comes on
i think of you
and our night together


KEN
- Thursday, November 23, 2000 at 23:46:49 (PST)


wind whips your hair as you walk by

i can see your smile in my mind

i yearn for you



KEN
- Thursday, November 23, 2000 at 23:35:50 (PST)


"...and our dinner table was air borne"
oh, that was so beautiful.
'Lyn
- Thursday, November 23, 2000 at 22:45:43 (PST)


what the fuck is dolphin poetry???????

Anonymous
- Thursday, November 23, 2000 at 20:10:30 (PST)


"An Ode to the Tuna Cannery Union Workers"

Fighting Traffic like a bass
almost ready to break the line
The God damn russian commie plot dolphin cult members
lick your wounds
without mustard seeds
you filty abortions
on oil spill beaches
you are the carp at the bottom of the rivers
rivers of green toxic waste
run off into the seas

The war god did not give you permission
to swim these holy waters
you have went overboard with your
alien communication greedy
drinking oil spills
hells monkey of the seas reincarnated
water chickens problem
fate sealed gods
abortions bleeding for the thirst set to music
refridgerated death
noise pollution electricity

Lunch Time
punched in paid out to the paid off
play ball water show gamble
you are a bald eagle at sundown
reaching for help from people
people pissing down rat holes
to make car payments/housing


inspired by natelie merchant's give em what they want{candy}

























Elephant memories
- Thursday, November 23, 2000 at 16:13:26 (PST)


"This is not dolphin poetry"

No one really tried
no one even cared
in times of crisis
waste water tears

theres no bleeding violins a team of poetic writers writing for the just cause
no one believes in the devil
and its not because of the cost

the bible is no longer on the market
theres no profit in humor
no entertainment laced with lies
and no one writes about the dolphin
thier dolphin religion cult
in laughter or cry

what is more important
what is it this time
poetry about bieng out of cigarettes
what about love bieng a lie
or coat hangers and dumpsters
and a nasty mama giving the kiddies sticks of margerine for diner?
now go to your room
Nintendo brains
dust and margerine
and a little girl crying
mommy he ate my dinner
and his mother yelling
"YOU LITTLE SON OF A BITCH"
that was her stick of margerine
one each you should share
but greed would overtake the boys mind
and he stole his sisters dinner
one more time
because it was something he disliked
smelling "smelly"
all of the time
and his daddy called him meatass

My father came home and didnt like us anymore
we was watching chitty chitty bang bang
before jim morrison movies
my dad was the morrison
and our dinner table was air borne
and I dont feel sorry for you
and I dont care
and I'm not laughing or listening to tori amos now

Theres no little blonde prostitutes bieng sighted on the wrong street
halloween is over
like syurp on flies
and half a tube of ky
fuck off








furball
- Thursday, November 23, 2000 at 14:58:50 (PST)


"Political Homicide"

Disconnet the ties in me
There's something you neglect to see
Squealing pigs within my basement
Baby cries, uncover me!

I blend into the scenery
Like blasphemetic trinity
Stich the torn nativity
From Tel-Aviv to infinity

Babies screaming, "anarchy!"
Swine will scream, "conformity!"
Listen to the shit and dirt
Within the cuts of democracy

Smack addicted, guilty nazis
Tyrannical socialist parties
Raise their fists to smite the weak
Like wolves attack the baby sheep

Babies screaming, "Set us free!"
Swine will scream, "Christianity!"
Listen the shit and dirt
Within the cuts of monarchies

Screw the worlds dipomacy
Screw responsibility
Live the life that you have chosen
And that will free humanity!
Holls
- Thursday, November 23, 2000 at 07:00:48 (PST)


"Fetus"

Fetus breathing carbon monoxide
fetus living inside trying
suffering inside your pack of
lies
feed us cancer fetus cancer
breathing poisions bleeding
heartless kind

"Born Dead"
She was my dream
as I listened to her reason
born dead
to a world that is blind
born dead and then with time
twenty years down the line
honey blonde
bored with life
games in mind
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 22, 2000 at 23:54:21 (PST)


itd be sticky
.................8
- Wednesday, November 22, 2000 at 23:09:17 (PST)


MEDIOCRACY DOES NOT EXIST
A LATTER OF GOALS TO ACHIEVE IN THE CORPORATE ABISS
WE ARE THAT OF WHICH WE ACCOMPLISH
SO WE BUILD ON TOP OF SPACE WE DEMOLISH
SUCCEED ON A SCALE OF OBJECTS YOU GATHER
SMOTHER ANOTHER TO RAISE YOUR SELF WORTH
NO ATTENTION TO THE INTELLECTUAL GROWTH OF OUR CHILDREN
BUT PROUD OF THE RESPONSIBILITY THEIR BUILDING
HAND THEM A DOLLAR AND TELL THEM IT MAKES THEM SAFER
MAKE SURE THEY UNDERSTAND THE VALUE OF PAPER
INCOURAGE THEM TO KEEP THEIR THOUGHTS IN THE DRAWER
MOLD THEIR FRAGILE SHAPE INTO A POLITICAL WARRIOR
SHOW THEM THE IDEAL NEIGHBORHOOD
UNVEAL THE REASON THEIR GRADES SHOULD BE GOOD
LEAD THEM DOWN THE RAT INFESTED TRACK
BREED THEM INTO THE RACE TO THE HIGHEST MONEY STACK
YOU WERE BORN INTO THE SAME SO KNOW NO DIFFERENT
YOU WISH ONLY FOR THEM TO ENJOY THE GOOD LIFE
NEVERMIND THE HUMAN SOUL SACRIFICE
THEIR CURIOUS MINDS FILLED WITH GENETIC GREED
NOW IT'S OF THE AMERICAN DREAM THEY BLEED
YOU KNEW HER POTENTIAL THE MINUTE YOU SAW HER
REMEMBERING THE FIRM THAT COULD USE ANOTHER LAWYER
DON'T RESPECT A MAN FOR THE SIZE OF HIS HEART BUT DEGREE
YOUR IN AMERICA NOW, YOU LIVE OUR IDEA OF FREE!
AARON
- Wednesday, November 22, 2000 at 22:11:53 (PST)


Imagine having a 3-some with Aunt Jemima and Mrs. Butterworth!!!!!!!

Man that would REEK of AWESOMENESS!!!!!!!!
Adam Copeland
- Wednesday, November 22, 2000 at 21:30:38 (PST)


I watch violins bleed
I chew threw the rings you show me
fine jewlery jealosy
I drink your dirty bath water
stare at the arched curve of your feet
I hear the drums and steal from your wasted dream
I steal from your wasted dream
I see there is tomorrow in the darkness
and death is so far away from me
Anonyzmous
- Wednesday, November 22, 2000 at 11:30:06 (PST)


Dear Eve,
With the presidential electron coming up soon who should I vote for?
Ready in Rainelle
- Wednesday, November 22, 2000 at 11:05:25 (PST)


Travis, you sure are sumthin'.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 22, 2000 at 10:19:21 (PST)


Dear Miss Draygon, thanks dear, but I am loving all the word art
I do not find it offensive at all.
I am a big girl.



And who the hell said I was away???? Iv'e been here!!

You know, that Aunt Jemima glass syrup bottle may become a collector's item someday...better hold on to that.
Eve
- Wednesday, November 22, 2000 at 10:14:51 (PST)


Dear Eve,
I was cooking ham and the teflon black stuff
from the pan came off all over my food.
should I eat the teflon seasoning?
Is it harmful or just good old fashioned fun?
I just want you to know that I did not use metal objects on the pan at all.
Dinnerless in Dutch Ridge
- Wednesday, November 22, 2000 at 07:15:54 (PST)


Dear Eve,
Whats a girl like you doing in a place like this?
Why dont we alope to vegas in the morning?
you can wear a white dress and we'll get a big bucket of chicken.
single in Stirrat
- Wednesday, November 22, 2000 at 07:09:13 (PST)


Dear Eve,

The very large man at the local donut shop thinks I should feed him.I did not bring him into this country.Why do I got to feed him?
Hungry man hughie from hanover
- Wednesday, November 22, 2000 at 07:06:08 (PST)


Shredded Humans

Early hours, open road, family of five on their
way home
Having enjoyed a day in the sun, their
encounter with gore has just begun
A homicidal fool not knowing left from right,
now has the family in his sight
Trying to perceive if he's blind or insane, he
steers his car into the other lane

Both of them collide, expressions horrified
Head on at full speed, the vultures will soon feed

The father of three was impaled on the wheel,
as his skull became part of the dash
His eyeballs ejected his sight uneffected, he
saw his own organs collapse
His seatbelt was useless for holding him back,
it simply cut him in two
Legs were crushed, out leaked puss as his
spinal cord took off and flew
The mother took a flight through the glass, and
ended up impaled on a sign
Her intestines stretched from the car down the
road for a quarter of mile

Fourth child on the way, won't live another day
Fetus on the road, with mangled little bones
Little children fly, not a chance to wonder why
Smashed against the ceiling, all their skin
burning and peeling
Schards of glass explode, chest and skull now
implode
Corpses they've become, and graves will have
to be dug

Underneath the wheels, burning rubber on your
face
Bleeding from your eyes, the slaughtered victim
lies
Knowing what he's done, he just backs up one
more time
Laughing at the mess, a pile of meat on the
street

One child left slowly dying now, arteries gushing
blood
Now it's time to feed on flesh, the gore has just
begun

Early hours, open road, family of five on their
way home
Having enjoyed a day in the sun, their
encounter with gore has just begun
A homicidal fool not knowing left from right,
now has the family in his sight
Trying to perceive if he's blind or insane, he
steers his car into the other lane

The look of death in my eye
Surely no-one survive
Just a pile of mush
Left to dry in the sun

I see my fresh kill
Left in the road
Remains of your body
Mangled and torn

Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 21, 2000 at 23:26:13 (PST)


Ok whoever is makeing fun of eve, go away, aiight, she is a great writer and u need to get a life and find something to do other then make fun of a great poet. many of us are VERY VERY happy she is back and writing again. also i do have a peice of crap otherwise knowen as a poem for u all to read:

as the days grow shorter and my hands grow number as i smoke my last ciggeret
my tears freeze on my face and fall down like shatters of glass
i think of u and the times we had, be4 u really knew me
be4 u knew my past and the mistakes i had once made
then when u found out my problems u locked me away
threw me out of your house and slamed the door in front of me
now i walk on past ur house and see the light on upstairs
i see the shadow of another girl striping in front of ur face
my body is numb from cold, but my insides burn with hate
but im not a vengful person, to bad that girls in the wrong place
i light a few matches and watch a fire burn, that will be the end my dear,
ur house is burned to the ground
but i feel a little better now
my body is all warm
now i know that u r dead
shit the girl upstairs was my best friend
Krystal DrayGon
- Tuesday, November 21, 2000 at 17:31:39 (PST)


Dear Eve,
I bought two boxes of waffles
and noone has touched either box.
It is almost as if they are saying
"I am to good to eat your waffles,
We want Gina to make us crepes!"
Well la te da these are name brand waffles
we are talking about here
not some generic crap.
One box is blueberry
and the other is banana bread.
In the syrup department I have blueberry
and the bottle with the old woman slave/servant
on the bottle.It is made of glass.
What can be done about this?
Excess waffles in Echoberg
- Tuesday, November 21, 2000 at 06:58:20 (PST)


Dear Eve,
`I took my bosses like new blazer
over to the car wash and parked sideways
in the car wash machine.
It beat the piss outta that baby
scratched and dented it
and then it ripped the mirrors off.
Who can I blame it on?
hidin out in hicksville
- Monday, November 20, 2000 at 23:08:12 (PST)


open the door one last
time, please
let me out or in
,whichever you prefer

Anonymous
- Monday, November 20, 2000 at 23:07:44 (PST)


Dear Eve,
`I took my bosses like new blazer
over to the car wash and parked sideways
in the car wash machine.
It beat the piss outta that baby
scratched and dented it
and then it ripped the mirrors off.
Who can I blame it on?
Anonymous
- Monday, November 20, 2000 at 23:07:36 (PST)


"The Girl by the dumpster"

The girl by the dumpster is mine
I dont care if it ryhymes
the girl by the dumpster is mine
mine mine mine
mine
Anonymous
- Monday, November 20, 2000 at 13:46:44 (PST)


paper tape dumpster
and what exactly does this fairy do with all these teeth? Pretty soon you'll see her welding it all together and selling pianos at wholesale price

alright ya got me
Let's dance
I never said telephone, but maybe those sticks of butter may help in the lube/splinter department...and I think the railroad kind would prove to suit just fine, if you should be so fortunate as to acquire them. Kudos and remember to have fun.

Does it mean anything when you lose your teeth in a dream? Old age? Premature Gingivitis from sucking on many a cloyingly sugary sweet? Promise of wealth and/or prosperity? My car gassing and oiling itself? My unwanted superfluous hair miraculously dissapearing? My bills paying themselves off? Lungs from black to pink? My excess fat melting away into oblivion? My asshole boss accidentaly shooting himself in the foot while cleaning his shotgun? Am I that lucky? Probably not.
Thanks for the time and extended retina strain pace to me.
Eve
- Monday, November 20, 2000 at 11:51:53 (PST)


The Retarded boy was indeed the new improved president of the united mutiplied states.
The only problem now was the Retarded boy was ditching work two or three times a week.
what if someone has to nuke somebody and he called in sick that day? How could The retarded boy get away with ditching work two or three times a day?
He himself is a doctor and forges his own doctors notes so he can go to special class on writing the sodas on the bottom of the ticket
I dunno
- Monday, November 20, 2000 at 10:04:21 (PST)


Dear Eve,
You kids never wanted me to have anyone.
You kids are going to have
to accept Bertha as your mother
and you call her mom and respect her as your mother.
If you kids mess this one up for me,
I'll go back to Kathy
and you kids can eat sticks of margarine three meals a day like the good ol' days,so help me
I think you know who this is.
- Monday, November 20, 2000 at 04:04:21 (PST)


Dear Eve,
Do I have a story for you
I was opening up a can of refried beans and the cat heard the can opener and came running
so I gave him a spoon full and he absolutly loved it.
he wolfed down half a can before I could say
"I am now looking for a good Chicken Chimichanga Reciepe."
porterhouse paul
- Monday, November 20, 2000 at 03:57:56 (PST)


Dear Eve,
I also discovered an empty bottle of vodke next to the orange juice,what do you think it all means?
super slueth two
- Sunday, November 19, 2000 at 22:55:00 (PST)


Dear Eve,
I was recently at a party
and some of my peers was on the dreaded hippie crack
and bragging about the new dance craze
"The telephone pole slide"
and I was appalled to find out this new fun dance
was named after a racial slur.
What can be done about changing the name of this
choragraphical blemish on the face of an ever changing society entering the dawn of a non-prejuiduce
era?
dancing down in dallas
- Sunday, November 19, 2000 at 22:51:45 (PST)


Dear Eve,
1. How does one go about preventing splintering?

2. If I was to soak the wood and then bend it
and leave it to dry would it be possible to create curly telephone poles?
Woodsie at Woodstock
- Sunday, November 19, 2000 at 22:37:36 (PST)


Dear Eve,
I recently found orange juice in the woods
is that part of the great grocery hiest?

super slueth
- Sunday, November 19, 2000 at 09:14:52 (PST)


Dear Eve,
I recently was on a lunchon with the lord
and when the check came god grabbed it up real fast
and I guess with him bieng as old as he is
his reflexes are not what they used to be
and he had his wallet in his hand when he made the diving reach,so this crustly dried up wrinkled propolplatic with holes worn into the wrapper and the words rubbed off came flying out of the saviors wallet onto the table saying he hasnt been layed since the making of the creation.

Does this mean that the lord our father in heaven is married or is he really the virgin mary?
religious ralph
- Sunday, November 19, 2000 at 09:12:26 (PST)


Dear Eve,
I hack been looking for an outlet for curly straws.
Would you recomend any of the avialble online venues?
The entire curly straw market seems restrained.

What about the finr makers of registered trademark tupperware?
Do they offer any curly straws,and if so can I get a deal on quanities.

Please Help...
Strawless in Silver Lake
- Sunday, November 19, 2000 at 09:00:07 (PST)


Dear Eve,
I called the lumber yards around here and can not find any 10 foot telephone poles
They don't even stock the 40 foot ones,
and where do I get the tar to put on the sides of whatever size telephone poles I am able to find in my region?

Does it have to be a telephone pole?
Is it possible to do the telephone pole slide
with railroad ties
for I can find plenty of those
and I was also wondering
if bieng in possesion of the telephone poles was in fact legal?
Is it possible to make your own telephone poles or is that some sort of trademark owned by the telephone company?
line dancing in lynchberg
- Sunday, November 19, 2000 at 00:25:40 (PST)


Really, god,
Couldnt you find better
Sex partners than that for her?
It isnt her fault
Adam's bitter for
Losing Lillith
After all,
You wouldnt want to submit to
Him either
The ol' self-centered bastard
(which is right, you know,
him not having a father and all)
Give her the keys to the walls
God,
Let her leave the trees
Behind
You being omnipotent and all
Should have known

"adam's rib"
- Saturday, November 18, 2000 at 21:11:54 (PST)


Dear Eve,
I have searched the shelves at bookstores
for the dance step booket
and called the local discos
for information on how to do the telephone slide
I even called the local phone companies
and no one really seems to know what I am talking about.

Anonymous
- Saturday, November 18, 2000 at 12:56:36 (PST)


the return of eve!!!
Anonymous
- Saturday, November 18, 2000 at 09:48:08 (PST)


How many times did we make love to this song honey?
In the back of your car perhaps, once or twice
In our heads only, purely, in the dark night, wet, driving home in love
Haunting my head and heart
In my room, with pale warm lights to guide our way
Really though, only the calm dark of our eyelids
contrasting with the wild heat of our insides
Oh love let me in
Oh love let me in
Let me in
Anonymous
- Friday, November 17, 2000 at 17:09:57 (PST)


so much shit through curly straws
don't defend your non-existent honor it's not workwork
working at all
shove it and don't forget to share to your momma
fucking prick
how many pies and flipsides is it gonna take
for me to finally break
all over you
one day my son

my spite don't lie

Eve
- Friday, November 17, 2000 at 14:25:49 (PST)


We thank you for allowing us to review your submission
We had such a wealth to choose from that it
was indeed difficult to decide upon the few
that our next issue will allow.
We are sorry to say that yours was not among those. However, since there is such a plethora of markets presently,
we're sure that you will find one that fits your work.

May all your words blossom with promise.
Editor of the political half wipings
- Friday, November 17, 2000 at 06:01:23 (PST)


To the citizens of the United States of America,

In the light of your failure to elect a President of the USA and thus to
govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your
independence, effective today.

Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical duties
over all states, commonwealths and other territories. Except Utah, which she
does not fancy. Your new Prime Minister (The rt. hon. Tony Blair, MP for
the 97.85% of you who have until now been unaware that there is a world
outside your borders) will appoint a minister for America without the need
for further elections. Congress and the Senate will be disbanded. A
questionnaire will be circulated next year to determine whether any of you
noticed.

To aid in the transition to a British Crown Dependency, the following
rules are introduced with immediate effect:

1. You should look up "revocation" in the Oxford English Dictionary. Then
look up "aluminium". Check the pronunciation guide. You will be amazed at
just how wrongly you have been pronouncing it. Generally, you should
raise your vocabulary to acceptable levels. Look up "vocabulary". Using the
same twenty-seven words interspersed with filler noises such as "like" and "you
know" is an unacceptable and inefficient form of communication. Look up
"interspersed".

2. There is no such thing as "US English". We will let Microsoft know on
your behalf.

3. You should learn to distinguish the English and Australian accents. It
really isn't that hard.

4. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as the
good guys.

5. You should relearn your original national anthem, "God Save The Queen",
but only after fully carrying out task 1. We would not want you to get
confused and give up half way through.

6. You should stop playing American "football". There is only one kind of
football. What you refer to as American "football" is not a very good
game.
The 2.15% of you who are aware that there is a world outside your borders
may have noticed that no one else plays "American" football. You will no
longer be allowed to play it, and should instead play proper football.
Initially, it would be best if you played with the girls. It is a
difficult game.
Those of you brave enough will, in time, be allowed to play rugby
(which is similar to American "football", but does not involve stopping for
a rest every twenty seconds or wearing full kevlar body armour like
nancies). We are hoping to get together at least a US rugby sevens side
by 2005.

7. You should declare war on Quebec and France, using nuclear weapons if
they give you any merde. The 98.85% of you who were not aware that there
is a world outside your borders should count yourselves lucky. The Russians
have never been the bad guys. "Merde" is French for "sh*t".

8. July 4th is no longer a public holiday. November 8th will be a new
national holiday, but only in England. It will be called "Indecisive
Day".

9. All American cars are hereby banned. They are crap and it is for your
own good. When we show you German cars, you will understand what we mean.

10. Please tell us who killed JFK. It's been driving us crazy.






Thank you for your co-operation.
- Friday, November 17, 2000 at 04:50:13 (PST)


an ode to noone...fuck you
thief i know
- Thursday, November 16, 2000 at 21:41:54 (PST)


"The Obligutory Election poem story"{Part Three}

Well,he was not what we looked for in a leader,
He had handcuffs and a badge so he would have to do.
John Deer was on the telephone wanting him to endorse
a new tracktor like space craft that could do it all on the moon,a metorite,any planet anywhere
and The retarded boy was just about to send larry up to test this new fangled invention.

Larry was mad as hell,he just spent 37 dollars on chatholic school girl uniforms at the thrift store
thinking he was going to be sent to a chatholic prision and outta nowhere he was bieng sent into space
the days of Larry thinking he was in charge of things was over he was singing
"dont do the crime if you cant do the time"
{theme from the tv show barretta}


The retarded boy was tired,tired of waiting and decided
to take charge of the situation at hand.
He started bellowing out orders and people of higher senority jumped as high as they could without asking if they could land

Yes he was a revoultionary although it was allegged that he was an undercover spy from Stuckeys roadkill
restruants some congress considered him a lost puppy

They loved the Ideal of Retared boy bieng in office
he would work for free
and you couldnt get anyone to work for less than that
Oh the money congress would save
and they could eat at fancy restruants five times a day
but no one could get congress to understand that yes the retared boy was working for free
and yes they broke it off inside of him
bravo bravo but he was costing them three hundred dollars a day in mistakes

And the Retarded boy was in full swing of things now
although he was not officially in office yet
he made agreements with the cubian colonies
to put not just one but a series of cigars on old glory to mark thier existance
a deal where he would get to go to disneyland for free.

lets look in now on the retared boy
and see what he is up to.

Sir Sir,whats new in the world of politics sir?
what are you going to do about the panama canal
it does not have enough water to lets the tankers pass through and jimmy carter gave it away ?
are you going to dump oil in it so it will be full again sir?

SHUDUP!...
sorry sir I did not mean to disturb you sir
what are you writing sir?

YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT I'M WRITING..
of it looks like poetry sir whats it about,
donkeys sir donkey poetry?
YES THERES A NEED FOR DONKEY POETRY ON THE NEB.
oh sir I think that was dolphin poetry they are asking for sir

SHUBUP....
sorry sir

I am the president

yes you are sir a what a fine one you are sir

SHUDUP...

sir I thought you was still writing
"I will remember to put the sodas on the bottom of the ticket! sir
what happened to that?

UHHT...

Nevermind sir I made you a tape
and it comes with a ten page booklet explaining that tapes are obsuleate but how to use it any way
its 30 minutes long and it repeats over and over
"I WILL REMEMBER.....
TO PUT THE SODAS ON THE BOTTOM OF THE TICKET"

you wanna purcuse the said tape at the low low discount price sir?

unintelligable "I need my money I didnt win the football game and I gotta
pay to be president"
what are you going to do sir?win the lottery or something?
Congresd has to approve that
I am the president

yes you are sir

I dunno
- Thursday, November 16, 2000 at 13:14:13 (PST)


His amazing Sirness christ like manner was evident
as he stumbled out of the presidential 1979
ford granada with garbage piled all over the seats

some crack head yelled attion on deck and even the rats stopped to listen

As he entered the building the servants and peasants
saulated and gave welcoming howdy-dos to thier fearless leader

and me as his special helper ran over their to kiss some ass with the rest of them...

Sir Sir you want I should call you mr. president now Sir??
No he replied
you see all of the votes were not officially in yet

Sir whats a matter you sir?I asked his groovyness
as though I needed a cape to wear while hanging out with this super hero of the fast food world.

The amazing sir said uninteligiblely
all the votes are in fact not in
and we are still counting the new isirel states
the sir was almost regretting bieng the new napolian at this time
for he never relized what it would so entail
he himself had to call the betsy ross flag making committee and order new flags for an entire country
and the new isirel states wanted new little markers for thier "states"

you see the new jewish commuinty wanted little gas cans
instead of the traditional stars

and when hawaii found out about this they in turn wanted pineapples to repersent them and the whole thing snowballed
into something much bigger than the silent partner crew chief himself...

Sir can I call you the retarded boy sir echoed through out the room at any given moment
and our masterfull savior was now writing the sodas on the bottom of 5 percent of the tickets
with the artistic overflow of a cat box
that could not be contained with the walls of the aforementioned cat box
and the chemical like urine
would eat holes in plastic looking up and down at the same time

I was willing to go the extra whatever funds nessicary to have another eye installed in our new founding father of mistakes head perferrbly somewhere in the back of his head
so it would not disturb the series of microchips or the steel renforced plate

sir the rumors of your mother bieng on crack herion
when she aborted you are circulating again sir
what should we do
I dunno

sir yes sir I will drive you around in the convertible with the top down sir

the new president of everything everywhere wanted to give back to the people
and the people loved this
it was no kissing babies campign but the sooner sir boy tard was a assination jfk dummy the better it would be for the opposing mental institions wedensday golf games


I dunno
- Thursday, November 16, 2000 at 04:09:00 (PST)


first against the wall when the revolution comes
why, you say
because we are a threat to their security.
this breaches the confounds of the mandate of your soul you say
well i cant help you there
i'll be gone second, after
god in the lower fortyeight
but i'm not religious you say
cant help you there either
the red wagon/white rake complex syndrome disease disorder
cant be replaced like that
well, you say, whazat leave me?
i cant remember i
forgot my lines again
could you cue me one more time, please?


ceo intransient
- Wednesday, November 15, 2000 at 16:47:15 (PST)


To all crimson crusts from the upper handle of Earth's mantle:
we are in need of the juice from pressed dried plums please
this illiteracy is futile
sure what's a typographical error every now and
now?
cockpit English mission

ypu aer mt synshine mt ponly synshine
ypu make me happu when skirs are gtey
ypu'll never knpw,dear hpw muxh I love ypu
please don't take mu synshine awat

do I succumb and move around it
pretending it does not really affect great poetry?
I guess poetic license has gone farther than I have
pretty soon it's cyptograms, folks
break out the ballpoints
let's give this some fruity fiber
and shoot at the stars


I love salad dressing..how about you?



Eve
- Wednesday, November 15, 2000 at 15:54:54 (PST)


"Seven Medias and a Mental Instition to Fall Back On"
The new script was handed to the retarded boy and he rejected it like it was another order of donuts
he threw it into the floor haphazardly
and it layed they for forty five minutes
he scratched his head and he scratched his ass
then some one asked
why does the donuts and coffee smell like rats?
no one was late this fine day
and every abortion his mother had she was on crack
herion it didnt matter the coat hanger was her best friend but this time it didnt die
it layed there like a dolphin coverd in an oil slick
it was stupid
it was mental handicap
it thought it was the police
and I get to work with it
it was the year 2000
this was the new improved andy gritith show
and he was barney
may I call you the retared boy?
NO
I am The president
whoa those keneddys did more than drink huh?
whats with the hillbillys sir?
I Dunno...
no the hillybillys bieng president
I am president...
I thought you were the crew chief
you silient partner you
I am president....
so I cant call you retarded boy
no...

well I mean jimmy carter was a peanut farmer right?
I dunno
are you going to nuke them sir?
Maybe
why wont you put the sodas on the bottom of the ticke sir?
fuck you....
well ross perole he was as hillybilly as you can get
and this hill billy clinton
hes married to hillary
and you got the christ its the bible belt preachings of a hill billy
I need your vote
whats with the hill billys bieng president sir
we dont need farmers we dont have not fields of crops
no more
we built 350 thousand dollar homes for the russians
in the fields there are no more fields to work
we dont need the hill billy authority in my opion sir
fuck you shut up....
sorry sir
are we gonna have kathy lee bring boatloads of kids over and make overalls or something sir
is that the secret weapon?
huh.....
the blacks bieng slaves are over now there are no more fields to work
where are you going to get enough people to live in the 350 thousand dollar houses sir
the spanish people are the new slaves and thier women look way to hot to be in the factory all day
what should we do sir?


mean while back at the counter
Sir, Yes Sir!!!
I WANT TO DO YOUR WIFE SIR!!!

An Americian laundry mat was where I spent my morning
as my security with arms crossed and shaved heads guarded my wash.
The clothes stealer was peaking into others baskets
waiting for his chance,he was not peticular to what he would steal burlap blankets pink panties
it was not about that.
This was not like the laundry mat back home
there was no bar to drink at attached to the place
There was no old woman guarding the advertiser newspaper from three weeks ago with her life
and that strange woman who did the how many licks to the center of the sucker before she crunches it was not there.

The silent partner was in charge
at the core he was a pillar of the couminty he was the john wayne of the grease pit
his shift commander {lets just call him larry}
larry the shift commander had made an incredible boo-boo.He was in fear of bieng sent to a chatholic prison

and he looked terrible in a chatholic school girl dress
his old lady found out about the hes going funny allegations
and marched right down to the union hall
with a desiel dyke so big she would make your mouth water
they chanted the regular"fat naked women"
and had smeared red red lipstick on each others faces
when asked what they were going to be for halloween
they both gave a funny look to on lookers.

he answered the phone like a pro
he knew what was going on at all times aware there was a world around him
he was the crew he was thier chief
he was "CREW CHIEF"
he even made a sandwich in honor of himself
it was the "turkey steak deluxe"
he helped with the wash and his
"I am a cop jacket"
shrunk to the size of an eight year old
so his brain waves matched the eight year old mode and went one better
he was thinking on the level of a nine year old now
he was the master
but try as you may
he would not reveal his badge number to the public
they made fun of him from overdosing on asprin last week
and tried to get him to go in on a shipment from overseas on the shitter net
you see number seven wanted to get some penincillian and thought if the slap master would pitch in
he would save on the shipping.

YES THE RETARDED BOY WAS THE PRESIDENT BUT NO LONGER OUR SAVIOR

I wanna be tha president
yeah its going to cost ya
oh Ill pay
the other guy already is going to pay shitloads of cash
Ill double that and raise you 25 more percent
done you are prez
gimmie the cash
I dont have it yet
what do you mean you dont have it yet
I got a lot ridin on a foot ball bet
and I's gonna sell my corn to the market next week
you got corns we dont want no president wit corns
no I gotta sell my crops
next week Ill have that juice money we talked about
now what to guarentee after we make you the president you wont pay it
Ill pay it I promise
lots more than the other guy
we'll give you a week no money no honeys
you get my drift
and we got new ho's lined up for this year its not the same ol lewinsky thing
Im going to be president I'm going to be president
sir sir
I thought you was the president
are you gonna nuke some body
YEAH...
why wont you put the sodas on the bottom of the tickets?
I will when they let me out
election brainiac
- Wednesday, November 15, 2000 at 11:20:55 (PST)


"I Dunno"

You want the sodas on the damn ticket?
do it yourself
I got other things to do.

The real "I forgot who I am"
- Wednesday, November 15, 2000 at 10:17:22 (PST)


"I Did'nt Do It"

I will remember...
to put the soda's
on the bottom of the ticket.
I will remember...
to put the soda's
on the bottom of the ticket.
I will remember... I will remember...
to put the soda's
on the bottom of the ticket.
to put the soda's
on the bottom of the ticket.
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to put the soda's
on the bottom of the ticket.
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to put the soda's
on the bottom of the ticket.
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to put the soda's
on the bottom of the ticket.
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to put the soda's
on the bottom of the ticket.
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to put the soda's
on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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to put the soda's
on the bottom of the ticket.
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to put the soda's
on the bottom of the ticket.
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to put the soda's
on the bottom of the ticket.
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to put the soda's
on the bottom of the ticket.
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to put the soda's
on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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on the bottom of the ticket.
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to put the soda's
on the bottom of the ticket.
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to put the soda's
on the bottom of the ticket.
on the bottom of the ticket.
I forgot who I am
- Wednesday, November 15, 2000 at 05:59:31 (PST)


"Praise pregnant with compromise"

Two on a power trip inside one mind
alias after alias intertwined among dictatorship
praying to credit claimed
recieving awards dressed like Jesus Christ
under a veil of smiles
irrevent only because you don't get it
phases flowered
like another revelation of anger inspired
destructive dance with a verse of bullets in your head
PhD in critque
from the school of ignorance
to me the defination of scroll
interprepts
bieng flogged at the shanty farm booksale
with I cant write
so its alright
that I can not spell a complete sentance correctly
The classical chemistry of the twisted
militant edition of genius
her dedication to the bard of her choice
unearths hidden pedestals
aborting obscure alterations
and germinate only to edit popuarity
recieving reversed passion like
a nuculear fallout of infectious criticism
bleeding out adjectives of hate
in exchange for psychology
failing Literary Spirilla Bacteria 101
monitoring the self induced non-poetic
media’s of paint by numbers archives
responding like a collector of prisoner semen
clearly a hero of opionated
pigments of hate energy
random words reproduced in a binary fussion
under microscopic examination
squeezing maggots out of the skins
of half sentances empting malignant wounded
paragraphs onto projected vomit washed sand stone
recycling misspelled fungi floating
on the surface of every attempt at art
pissing a fresh coat
of a full color spectrum of blind anger
onto a lovely corpse in the attention river pronounced "Java Flush"
washed down with an overdose of lies,like big tobacco
admiring the namedropping hearsay
Winston Churchill was bipolar too.

Travis Ray Cole


revised
- Tuesday, November 14, 2000 at 06:08:26 (PST)


"This ones for the flipper"

Oh My God
dolphin poetry is a serious subject
and I can not believe that you for one would make light of this subject

If I was a dolphin
I would be almost as smart as a human
even communacate with apes
and this is a joke to you
they swim a the surface
and the tuna swim under them
for an unknown reason
the scientists can not even explain
then the fisherman net them all
squashing the dolphins with the weight of the tuna
killing them
entangleing thier beaks and fins in the nets
even the ones they let go end up dying
the cans that say dolpin safe are still killas
and this is a joke

you call yourselves poets
now I want some serious attempts at dolphin poetry
use your imaginations

your friendly dolphin poetry team coach
- Tuesday, November 14, 2000 at 01:49:12 (PST)


the dolphin poetry is currently being processed in a tuna plant.
joe the fisher king
- Monday, November 13, 2000 at 19:24:02 (PST)


we want the dolphin poetyry
we's want the dolphin poetrys
we wan tthes dolpping poetry

give us the dolphin poetrys

please please
please

give us the dolphin poetry
dolphin poetry
- Monday, November 13, 2000 at 13:33:54 (PST)


I am sorry to report to you
There will be no dolphin poetry
until further notice

you can not petition the dolphin poets
with praise
we will not sell out
Anonymous
- Monday, November 13, 2000 at 12:16:33 (PST)


where is the dolphin poetry
I was promised

I signed up for the work shop
spent 3 hours waking up at the seminar
and still no Dolphin poetry?

I have many cans of generic tuna
and I am not sure what is in them

I open them open and look inside
some of it floats
none of it ryhymes?
please help
- Monday, November 13, 2000 at 06:54:01 (PST)


maygic is gone,
those days are done
the days of merlin and daygons
the days of fantasy and wizerds
maygic is lost and what do we have left
our TV, our technology, our computers and stuff
do we really love this stuff
are we really happy
i dont understand this
why do poeple walk around laughing about this
why cant we go back
back to the days of maygic
those days i would fit in
no more nights in shining armer
no more madins in distress
i wish i could see a firebreathing draygon
i wish i could a draygons egg in my arms
i am the draygon
krystal is my name
i am the only one left
of the draygons of my days
i cry for the maygic
that was in the old days
the only this i dont miss
is the nights trying to kill me
i wish i could go back though
back to the days of merlin and maygic
Krystal DrayGon
- Monday, November 13, 2000 at 05:56:53 (PST)


"Honey I'm Home"(Unsoil-icted)

Well it finally broke and someone cracked
and the sea of madness parted

Theres sand stuck in the hour glass
although that was never sand.
That was a reproduced replica of sand
made even cheaper than it would cost
to make real sand with the overhead and all

This isnt the kathy lee oswald word muesum
for sweat evapoates and doesnt taste the same after the expiration date,Like realationships

with no work songs in hand
and series of schemetics showing the most economical
way to update the map
and no matter how hard they tried
and they did try
they could not get a
writers union song from me
my mind was sealed
hers was open
it had to be overflowing with personality
a plural mutiplied never boring but annoying
via time machines we missed the prom again

porn props collecting dust
lasting up to hours
recycled into her own thoughts


Anonymous
- Sunday, November 12, 2000 at 16:03:54 (PST)


This is for all my fellow brother's in Uniform on this
Veteran's Day....

I see the outstretched arm
Of a dying friend
He clutched my hand
Until the end
I watched him take his last breath
Then close his eyes in death
Not a word was said
And when he left
He took a part of me

In a burned-out village
I sat down to eat my c's
A little girl came up to me
I knew her parents were dead
It's been a while since she's been fed
She stared at my meal
I let her have her fill
She took a part of me. . . .
She took a part of me

I know it's been a long time
But I hear echoes from the line
They bring back memories you see
These things still live on in me
I'm not what I used to be
They took a part of me. . . .
They took a part of me.

On this great day...lets not forget those who never
made it back from defending this Great Nation's right
to be free.
In loving memorey of, James H. Parker and Kenneth D.
Parker, PFC, United Staes Marine Corps.

Sgt. Michael R. Parker, Honorable Discharged U.S.Army

Michael Parker
- Saturday, November 11, 2000 at 19:36:06 (PST)


Thanksgiving is coming.
Lets be thankful that
we're getting this prune.
Aren't we getting a prune
soon ?
Karma Sutra
- Saturday, November 11, 2000 at 14:16:37 (PST)


yes dear.....
yes dear........
yes dear...........
Yes Dear..............
can I have the remote back now?
Anonymous
- Saturday, November 11, 2000 at 12:55:53 (PST)


Give me cat hair or give or me breath
Anonymous
- Saturday, November 11, 2000 at 07:31:06 (PST)


All men delight you

If you ever read this
think of the man writing it

he hated the world on your behalf.

L.Cohen
ANonymOus
- Saturday, November 11, 2000 at 07:30:16 (PST)


somethings never the same
i still recall the days of your
the ringing in my eyes
i thinks of you
Anonymous
- Friday, November 10, 2000 at 17:58:29 (PST)


the phenoix flyes and my tears stream down
i see the freedom that will never be mine
i sit on my bed and cry forever
curl up under my blankets]
and think about something else
i have to sleep soon, i havent slept in months
i watch the phenoix fly and i wish it was me
i watch the phenoix fly and thats how free i'll never be
Krystal DrayGon
- Friday, November 10, 2000 at 17:44:36 (PST)


-------
Riding behind the milk eggs and cheese man
going 10 but I don't mind
cause it's food in there
he's-a gots-a some meat in there

hon
give it to me give it to me
tons of you
chinese take-away serendipity
makeshift fridge
I need you fried
smothered sauted braised broiled boiled poached baked seared flambed roasted toasted
TORCHED
I want you dipped
cause you is hot
wish I knew your name
seen you on these streets before
let me know when you drivin' the meat truck

save me a link
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Eve
- Friday, November 10, 2000 at 13:48:22 (PST)


"Gas Station Hot Dogs"

Gas station hot dogs
Psychodellic green and red
spotted skin soft core
Written by Travis Ray Cole(c)2000


"God walks on water"

God walks on water
no matter how much you pray
snowmobiles do not
Written by Travis Ray Cole(c)2000
Haiku 4 U
- Friday, November 10, 2000 at 08:08:20 (PST)


im a clone.....
i shall be free
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 09, 2000 at 16:55:54 (PST)


"Only After"

I kiss Robbin good morning
and she bitches "You should'nt do that"
her breath like mace
I pull the curtian in the shower
and pull the handle to vote for her,

even though I have already sold my vote five times
to a nice little old lady
who just so happened to be an election judge,but promised to only use the votes on sundays at the social
service workers againt bingo players protest kegger.

I mix a big box of dried powdered milk with rusty lead wastewater fresh out of the tap
{some of that is bait}
and then I stir it into
a big bowl of Exxon brand breakfast cereal
with little firestone tire floaties
{thats what the Astronauts eat in space}
I dig inside looking for the prize
and cut out the invalid priceline coupons for gasoline
off the side of the box
only after I drew a path through the maze
of oil slicks and I look for the hidden words on the back of the box heres money,theres war,death,
and heres stockpile,and theres one sided news coverage.

Next I read the paper none of my exwives have died or won the lottery
but heres something in the classifieds to dream about
the ad reads FOR SALE....
a mint condition Illinois Deptment of Public Aid
1993 issue Food Stamp $7000,serious inquires only
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 09, 2000 at 12:38:28 (PST)


you'll be droolin in front of a television
thinking about nothing
in a state funded instition
because you fucked with me

burden to the tax payers
nursed by the paroled playas
medicated with all the other rainy day saviors
because you didnt do it intentionaly

Anonymous
- Thursday, November 09, 2000 at 06:42:54 (PST)


"Mental Illness"

Closet syber sitter disease
seeing Monkeys in the trees
voting for grocery money aplogies
my father now in heaven
overdose police joke
soap non soap life no hope
harm you aint gonna float
at the bottom of a dollar
bashing
bashing
punk brain
the no pain refrain
time to say your sorry
cut up mother fucker
heal fake answer
cry a joke
respect or realize
this is not your home
steal words from your throat
like it was the last bite
not because I wanted them
because it is your time

inspired
inspired
inspired
richard pryor
"because they was home"
so you can take it wrong
watch the score boards
and the wheels
close your eyes
dream answers you wont feel
you wont even know its there
I don't care
run from the wheel chair
you didnt know
now its time to go
payin dues with your blood
and move on to mental Illness
Anonymous
- Thursday, November 09, 2000 at 06:35:19 (PST)


40oz. Augmentin
You are your mother
I don't care if it were
PMS
You don't don't don't just
blow up like that
she is the meago monster
her white plastic oscillating electric fan
for someone who has so much class she can't
live herself live herself
to remedy
it's the worst case of scenario Iv'e ever seen
Howard Stern hook beak
Usted es un come mierda
Well then, dear, if so, you cut the ribbon to that one
learn to carry your mouth along with that "leather" purse and Keds you idiot
too many balls on her
swinging around and coming back
enough to spare and
not very becoming

you just had to have the last word

your mother sucks sh*t through many curly straws
Eve
- Wednesday, November 08, 2000 at 10:08:10 (PST)


"She Is Not A Scrub"

She is not a scrub
The prettiest thing around these parts
I think I'm in love

A super model thats right
the movie star in my mind
looked at me with big spanish eyes
and thats when I thought
its wrong theres something wrong alright

she should be with a rich man
or on the cover of a magizine
behind the wheel of the finest car
shes better than any thing
round here shes is the dream
she is not a scrub





Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 08, 2000 at 07:51:59 (PST)


"Who Let The Crack Head Bitch In?"

Who let the crack head bitch in?
To talk about her grocreys bieng stolen
and who would do such a thing?
she said it was the monkeys in the trees
{that's what shes sayin'}

When she left them outside the door
now she wants you to buy her somemore
when I woke up to throw her out
thats when she started to yell about
like a good nieghbor.....
and maybe it was me

Should have I let her stay till three
then she hung on to the door
she yelled a little more

Who let the crack head bitch in?
at 1am she decides to drop in
get the hell out,I replied
and out the door she did slide.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 08, 2000 at 06:35:41 (PST)


"Who Let The Crack Bitch Head In?"

Who let the crack head bitch in
to talk about her grocreys bieng stolen
and who would do such a thing?
she said it was the monkeys in the trees

when she left them outside the door
now she wants you to buy her more
when I woke up to throw her out
she started to yell about
like a good nieghbor
and maybe it was me

should've I let her stay to 3
the hung on to the door
she yelled a little more

Who let the crack head bitch in
at 1 am she decides to drop in
get the hell out,I replied
and out the door she did slide




Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 08, 2000 at 06:29:52 (PST)


"Experpts from the "Rat Acid" Bible"

Satan was truly the victim this time
he was beat at the magic game by that do gooder
and in the meantime,it was made out to look like he
was the bad guy in every episoide.

His agent would not return his calls
he was drawn as the villian
Through time machine
he was switched on the cross and suffered
and unreasonable beating.

Right from the middle of a heck of a good time
he was transported into some bad version
of an old startrek show
and he knew who was behind all this.

He felt sorry for himself.
He wanted a nice hat
like the pope or the firemen had.
They we're actully foes at this point
they got to walk in fire but had cold beer
and air conditioning waiting for them back at home.

Satan woke up with a hang-over
he had gotten blasted with the lord and thier buddys at the the last party
he realized for the first time
that he was still wearing
the same yellow shirt since thursday,
sure he burnt the stage at the first woodstock.
left the beatles
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 only 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.
Written by Travis Ray Cole(c)1999

Excerpts from the
"Rat Acid Bible"
Written by Travis Ray Cole Copyright(c)1999
bible=rice paper leaves
- Wednesday, November 08, 2000 at 03:56:52 (PST)


"Hope I Die"`

Hope I die tomorrow lonely and with
out you

hope the sky breaks and cracks my mind into

I hope you don't remember that you ever loved me

if only there was a heart
inside this hollow shell

wound yourself on hatred
stab yourself with pride
drain me of freedom
with six strings to scratch my eyes

hope the sun don't shine
when your looking at my satire

because I did'nt pay my dues this long
to accept fake smiles

with time I spin the yesterdays
into my blues song head

mind of memories
still wish that I was dead
hope theres no lights
to mark my lonely grave
hope I die
The filming of "burn a guitar on my grave"
- Wednesday, November 08, 2000 at 03:06:06 (PST)


Sir,

I think it is an outrage that the dolphin poetry
is not accessible to the public.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 07, 2000 at 06:28:35 (PST)


"PUBLIC NOTICE"

There will be mandatory drug/urinalisis tests
at the church Friday evenings from 8 to 10
bring a plate of your favorite dish and two dollars.
Written by Travis Ray Cole(C)1998




"Public Notice"
- Tuesday, November 07, 2000 at 04:06:24 (PST)


whats a paradox anyway?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, November 07, 2000 at 01:09:02 (PST)


and we know you do
(i saw it all)
cant be helped
____can i have a hug?
no,
the mouthless whore cannot help herself
we
__contemplate
____something
unreal
ahnonihmuss
- Monday, November 06, 2000 at 15:03:49 (PST)


he thinks he knows me
but if he was smart
he has that answer
lying in his heart
he knows who I am
If it was him that
I spoke with late last night!
Anonymous
- Monday, November 06, 2000 at 11:09:34 (PST)


I would like to apologize for any inconviences...

The scheduled series of dolphin poetry is now bieng cancelled until further notice.
Anonymous
- Monday, November 06, 2000 at 04:20:09 (PST)


"are you the one who calls"

Pretendig shes the trib
waking me up
when

when nothing in life would be as nice
as talking to you



Anonymous
- Monday, November 06, 2000 at 03:50:47 (PST)


beauty
he presents me
and I shall take him
down
as far as he would like to go
but yet never curbing
this desire of farther
deeper
since he left me
all the trees are straight
there are no v's in any of them
and I can look into myself
to see me reeling
out of touch with what
I am, or do
anything
the anger however is
residual
it boils here
rolls and turns
and I dont even know if it is
justifiable anymore
or if its just a sick manifest of
my temperment
I am my temperment
I am everything sometimes
everything maybe


"didja ever notice people have more fun than anybody?"
~ richard
Jayme
- Sunday, November 05, 2000 at 19:14:09 (PST)


"Magic Cupcake"

Better than concrete porn
a moment looking thru glass
or counting the eleven girls I'm thinking of throughout the duration
of any given poem with only your name on it.

Broken concrete porn
tastless ceramic reglued pieces
of half rememberances

a night of dollar kisses from the black lined lips of the girl at the drive thru window

like the beautiful wife left alone
to long and lied to.

Edges rounded smooth by the breeze
whispering our names
writing songs in the sand
clogging the gears of a clock moving in reverse

Counting memories like folded wrinkled dirty money
knowing she don't belong to me
but she don't belong to you either

Like spring water running thru
a clogged strainer
a well of empty feelings

With eyes that reached mine
through a maze of mapless glances

tossing rings carelessly
into a lake of dolphin poetry

Of coarse I'll never be your resin bear flushed back into the water supply of happiness
CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE(C)2000
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net

Cole
- Sunday, November 05, 2000 at 11:16:40 (PST)


/"now a days"
iTS HARD TO TAKE A SHIT
WITHOUT THE closet freak LISTENING

Anonymous
- Sunday, November 05, 2000 at 10:59:15 (PST)


"Beautiful Wife"

She is all I could dream
She is everything
She is more than enough
You can't get close to her stuff
and he cheats on her
lies to her
with someone who does not
is not half as anything
near her
she is so much better
and he runs with a
waste of time

Anonymous
- Sunday, November 05, 2000 at 06:48:32 (PST)


"Beautiful Wife"

She is all I could dream
She is everything
She is more than enough
You can't get close to her stuff
and he cheats on her
lies to her
with someone who does not
is not half as anything
near her
she is so much better
and her runs with a
waste of time
- Sunday, November 05, 2000 at 06:47:13 (PST)


happy birthday honey
Anonymous
- Sunday, November 05, 2000 at 04:26:34 (PST)


1994 was somuch better than 93
who are we
Anonymous
- Sunday, November 05, 2000 at 04:22:34 (PST)


Everyday I am longing for you
deep inside my heartless soul
I try not to think what its like
for you to be in so much pain
because I will not let go
the trees lose their leaves
the leaves lose their color
the colors lose their souls
and of course they will die
I kno in my heartfilld soul
that you were to be the one
but that was taken away
cause I was having some fun
or what I thought was o'kay
I am quite aware now a days
that behaviour is not right
harmful as a bad habit
I thought of you day and night
time flew by like that airplaine
floating in the midnight sky
we could believe the charm worked
but we know better of our own minds
the power, the persuasion, the control
all part of the equation to shape our souls
Perceptions are not few and far between
everyone human has them and nor are they
wrong or right so I guess to each their own
Including yourself, so I give you up this third november night.
I am sick of your attacks onto my life
meaning I am tired of your ploys including the Matt!
You know what I'm talking about and if you don't
then the triangle really does exist?
bottom line either your consciencous or your not
but in the end no one should care cause you don't exist
beyond what I may or may not have ever thought.
my mind, my focus, my control, my, my, and my.
that's what I ever have only been about...Me.
that Is why you suffered in love over Me.
and that's why things between my Mats and me had to be
a sudden search to connect the communication lines
barely has anything to do with you or your love
putting the Mats under my feet and then pulling away
was perceived through the eyes as love at first sight
effective from that point on you were not the one
he had taken the place were you once belonged
he was pure, he was love, he was sexy, he just was
he had your eyes, your walk, and your lips
butterflies have replaced the dolphins cause that's
what he did each time our souls did pass
my heart, my soul, my love, he could have it all
he was the second coming of you, my chance to redeem
even though it is you that I try to call for charm breaking advice.
but like i'd said before its already broken through ownership of "locus of control"
You can still "dream on" about lovemaking with me
but it is him that will always be the one that I desire
In my thoughts he is there sharing feelings simotaneously with me and my heart and soul
cause remember I declaired that before
that my energies or thoughts are with him
he wanted me to have a clear shot of him
to place deep within my developed third eye.
we are connected unlike you and I who only will connect through the phone or cable somehow.
From this point foward I put you in the backward place that you do belong which is in 1993. bye.


Anonymous
- Saturday, November 04, 2000 at 09:23:41 (PST)


i woke up into the ethers tragic
poured my coffee
went outside in the blue light
got my paper
didnt care about the child molester going free;
the murders in the downtown districts
(people i know i've met in other people);
the old lady beaten, the officer gunned down
as he gunned down the child-murderer's mother;
laughed at small things
just another happy junkie
my muse is universal...
steven
- Thursday, November 02, 2000 at 16:55:30 (PST)


I shouldv'e known, Mr. Champagne
figures those were your words
but where are all the others hiding?

How'd you get that?
Eve
- Thursday, November 02, 2000 at 14:08:57 (PST)


chug! chug! chug!
damn were out of alchohal, thats ok i won the bet, she is about to hurl
who is that on the floor, she better not be dead
i think she is, see if she's breathing
bring her to the church yard, alchohal has claimed another today
who wants anohter game, i have more room left
i am not even buzzing yet and i have gone shot for shot 2 times again
whoes goin on the run
to get another keg, what do u mean we are all drunk
so who cares
yea i know its illigal to drive drunk, its illigal to do alot we do
go get the damn alchohl idiot, i want to get more drunk
damn i ppassed out again last night
o wait no i didnt i think i died last night
that stupid idiot
who was driveing the car? what do u mean it was me?
i wasnt driveing i am only 15
i was to drunk to drive ne way, but i guess i did, oh well
now i am a dead chick, they took me to the church yard
i alwasy wanted to die a cool way, with bacardi in my hand
and my other on the wheel, hit that fucking tree head on,
that light up ahead seems unreal,
um....this isnt heaven is it, AHHH!!!!
Krystal DrayGon
- Thursday, November 02, 2000 at 06:09:31 (PST)


Haiku two.....


"Nursing Program"

Just out of prison
empty bed pans beat seniors
I am a male nurse


"Welfare State"

Get Six welfare checks
go to work to panhandle
get free crack housing


"Twin Flags"

Way more states than stars
oil tankers empty canals
countries that are ours


"PO"

Silver is shining
together we pick up change
drive up window waste

Written by Travis Ray Cole(C)2000





oeoeoe@usa.net
- Thursday, November 02, 2000 at 03:05:48 (PST)


300 miles away and I'm still concerned about your dirty laundry
If Genie stopped by and offered me any solution
I would ask him for a little chamber in my mind
where I could hide from you

On to another subject
my bathroom would be the largest room in the house
a fireplace, plants, whirlpool
and a big green baby grand piano
a victrola
Green marble tiles
walls soaked in the sky, the forest

Anonymous
- Wednesday, November 01, 2000 at 19:56:28 (PST)


"Nobody Cares"

NOBODY CARES

if Chromium6 was dumped into the L.A. river for years

NOBODY CARES

if they evacuate your grannys town because
two trains caring toxic matierials run into each other.

NOBODY CARES

if theres a toxic chemical cocktail slick
rolling towards the wildlife enviroment

NOBODY CARES

if theres a hole in the ozone layer bigger than the united states.
cole
- Wednesday, November 01, 2000 at 12:13:28 (PST)


"Expensive Inplants"

I'll only waste it
please don't put me in your will
six grand buys her breasts.
haiku mania
- Wednesday, November 01, 2000 at 01:48:23 (PST)


To whoever wrote "Values" on Friday, October the 27th at 10:51:50(PDT):

I THINK YOU ARE A F*CKING MAGICIAN.

(just wanted to show some appreciation..thanks folks)
:)
Eve
- Tuesday, October 31, 2000 at 21:06:17 (PST)


she lived today

she died today
Eve
- Tuesday, October 31, 2000 at 20:51:44 (PST)


the pol ice is waiting 4u
in the cemetry

Can you see the reflective strip?
Booooooo
radioman
- Tuesday, October 31, 2000 at 12:28:47 (PST)


Everyday when I get home their waiting there for me
I get smothered by their little arms and hands
'cause they think I'm the man who can do anything.

Everyday when i get home I thank the Lord above
'cause I know my life would be so much less
if I had'nt been blessed with their love. . . .

Those tiny hearts are giant reasons
for keeping my feet on the ground
If I should start thinking that I don't need them
I'd remember if they were'nt around
I'd be so alone. . .everyday when I get home.

Everyday when I get home they teach me something new
'cause through their eyes I see a different world
it looks so simple from their point of view.

Everyday when I get home I know why I'm here
because they let me know how much they count on me
to make them laugh and dry their tears. . . .

Those tiny hearts are giant reasons
for keeping my feet on the ground
If I should start thinking that I don't need them
I'd remember if they were'nt around
I'd be so alone. . .everyday when I get home.

Yes, those tiny hearts are giant reasons
for keeping my feet on the ground
'cause I'm never alone. . .everyday when I get home.

No, I'm never alone. . .everyday when I get home.
Michael Parker
- Tuesday, October 31, 2000 at 10:02:13 (PST)


"I'm A True Believer"

Who would have thought that it could happen to me
it's the last place I thought I'd ever be
Until the one day I heard my heart say
"you and her are 'gonna go a long way"
Now I believe in forever, I've seen the light. . .

When it comes to love, I'm a true believer
When she says she loves me, I believe her
ain't nothing that ever felt so right
just hugging and kissing on a summer night. . .
When it comes to love, I'm a true believer.

It's amazing what a little bit of faith can do
when you put it in the hands of a heart that's true
I'm feeling so fine, now that she's mine
everyday I'm walking on sunshine
I bless the day that she found me and opened my eyes.

When it comes to love, I'm a true believer
When she says that she loves me, I believe her
ain't nothing that ever felt so right
just hugging and kissing on a summer night. . .
When it comes to love, I'm a true believer.

Now I believe in forever, I've seen the light
When it comes to love, I'm a true believer
When she says she loves me, I believe her
I'm a true believer, when it comes to love.


Michael Parker
- Tuesday, October 31, 2000 at 08:12:27 (PST)


"I'm A True Believer"

Who would have thought that it could happen to me
it's the last place I thought I'd ever be
Until the one day I heard my heart say
"you and her are 'gonna go a long way"
Now I believe in forever, I've seen the light. . .

When it comes to love, I'm a true believer
When she says she loves me, I believe her
ain't nothing that ever felt so right
just hugging and kissing on a summer night. . .
When it comes to love, I'm a true believer.

It's amazing what a little bit of faith can do
when you put it in the hands of a heart that's true
I'm feeling so fine, now that she's mine
everyday I'm walking on sunshine
I bless the day that she found me and opened my eyes. .
When it comes to love, I'm a true believer
When she says that she loves me, I believe her
ain't nothing that ever felt so right
just hugging and kissing on a summer night. . .
When it comes to love, I'm a true believer.

Now I believe in forever, I've seen the light
When it comes to love, I'm a true believer
When she says she loves me, I believe her
I'm a true believer, when it comes to love.


Michael Parker
- Tuesday, October 31, 2000 at 08:11:06 (PST)


I like the paranoia..keeps me going all night..all day...in my dreams...nothing like drug paranoia, to make u a complete person...making the world into what it is..all teeth and purpose.
Z
- Tuesday, October 31, 2000 at 02:14:37 (PST)


Today is my birthday!

DUDE! You were so totally born today!!!!!
Reeking of Awesomeness
- Monday, October 30, 2000 at 21:31:29 (PST)


You say that you care for me
That you'll wait for me too
I don't doubt your feelings
But I don't want to hurt you

Friends we can be
Always and forever
For friendship is something
That I truly treasure

I can't offer something
That I'm not ready to give
You're sure to get hurt
I know that you will

It's sweet of you
To care the way that you do
I know that you're sincere
But you must think of you

Please don't waste your time
Waiting 'round for me
You'll find the right person
And know it's meant to be.
Anonymous
- Monday, October 30, 2000 at 18:29:49 (PST)


she loves me!!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous
- Monday, October 30, 2000 at 17:48:01 (PST)


"The secret cyber-sitter"

The secret cyber-sitter hiding in the closet
was only trying to get up
some money for some more crack
Thats the only reason the secret cyber-sitter
even took this job in the first place
deleting anything that the secret cyber-sitter
did not like.only because the secret cyber-sitter
was on the rag online.


sorry miss shagwell
- Monday, October 30, 2000 at 02:36:18 (PST)


Man I hate marijuana
Boy I hate it
Godamn I don't like it

Other people enjoy it so that's cool
Legalize it!

but not me
Whoa!!!!! Nelly not ME!

PARANOIA!!!!!!!!
That was not fun!
Bub
- Monday, October 30, 2000 at 00:35:28 (PST)


As fog fought the freshened ground,
As leaves and lives the sunlight found,
As darkness ceased it's midnight sound,
I lay and think of you
MSB58
- Sunday, October 29, 2000 at 23:54:47 (PST)


As we lay across your bed
you read to me from grimms fairy tales
stories I have never heard before
and I look into your eyes
and see something I have never seen.
something that would make me believe
and still I wonder who you are?

On our way to the far out art show
where theres no room for us
bringing in the biggest piece of innonocence
for your new friend nurse gone tomorrow
and I still wonder who you are?

looking out the 34th floor window
at a view that could never be ours
and the waste of currency
eat thier pesto and scrub thier toilets
and I still wonder who you are?
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 29, 2000 at 22:58:56 (PST)


i hate everyone
fuck you
and you
and you too!
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 29, 2000 at 22:29:00 (PST)


"Breaking"
Solo turned to wah
sliding across the mike stand
as bending the neck

"These go to Eleven"
Flange with fast chorus
feel ghost guitars play themselves
stomping foot pedals

"Crunch"
The tubes are to cold
unless the amp is driven
my leads dont sound warm

"Bleeding S.G."
Notes octaves apart
feeds back in front of the amp
echos vibrato

"Overdrive"
The speaker bubbles
as wires begin to spark
while the guitar screams

"Punk Lives"
The weasle replies
the same old chuck berry leads
power chords with speed

"Inspired Dedication"
Ripping tremolo bar
bending strings and hammer ons
past pentatonic

"Sonnets in my heart"
a note is a thought
the treble clef knows your name
as tears rust the strings
Written by Travis Ray Cole(c)2000
- Sunday, October 29, 2000 at 15:10:45 (PST)


a cake of soap
a cake of soap
a cake of soap
a cake of soap
i still cant get clean
my own fault really
- Sunday, October 29, 2000 at 10:55:20 (PST)


sometimes we think we know
ourselves; i have
never known me nor will
let us go then
you and i
and scratch our names into something less real
a brick; your face; my sides
our hands
stigmata of one
loved
"what have you got under there?"
"wouldnt you like to know"
"yes"
.....
- Saturday, October 28, 2000 at 20:41:08 (PDT)


i'll tear my heart out
before i
get
out
.

Anonymous
- Saturday, October 28, 2000 at 20:33:34 (PDT)


It's been four years since first I wanted to kiss you. I've been an idiot,
dating ----, ----, ----, ignoring you. I'm sorry. I wish I had more honor,
more integrity for love. I never thought that I would be able to tell you
how I felt, though, much less did I know that you would feel the same way.
I don't know how to respond to the others. After today, I don't think I care
what people think. Would you care if people thought you were bisexual? I do
wonder what they think. It's hard to find a place to go privately, and I do
not want to kiss in the bathroom (which was an initial thought). It smells,
and it's demeaning, if you understand what I mean. Ah, God bless the lovers
in the twenty-first century. aH! I better get off this thing before I say
anything else (excuse that other statement. I'm in a tired mood, and the
sentence sounds pretty enough to keep)
It is more than your beauty that I want to kiss. I want to kiss your
mystery. I want to kiss the way you are aged and knowledgeable, but still
young, and seemingly innocent. I want to kiss your long hair. I want to
kiss the way you sculpt words and accents. I want to kiss your creativity.
I want to kiss your oddities, which are so beautiful to me. I want to kiss
your art and your style of painting and drawing, which is yours alone.
I want to kiss you.


Anonymous
- Saturday, October 28, 2000 at 13:51:36 (PDT)


slides across the crossroads
leaving trails
no devil to take my name

Anonymous
- Saturday, October 28, 2000 at 01:53:03 (PDT)


Dolphins
by
d m k


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


if I knew, then why did i do it?
why do i keep this need with me
it's like a real bad obsession
one that i don't want to free
but i am going to have to now you are hear
and you are gone and not here
like a rainy day I shed tears
knowing it coulda worked out
if only I go
what if hill
two words I education
put 2gether the
never known up
because of hurt up
why seven years up
can't you see Im tough enough
what good has that done me though?
I shoulda
I coulda
I woulda I you are here
I didn't
lead us down a moralful trail
my mind, heart, and soul,
along with my eyes and the third
all do know what its about now
going
down
down
down
into a spiritual realm
with or without you it cant be
you have my mind's attention
but now i am letting that go
to the fires I will create
the memories up in flames
but not all of the photos
no, they won't burn wonder why?
they are so hard to be rid of?
is it that you want to stay?
is it that you want me to phone?
is it that you want still this game?
why shall I be the one for this?
what does keep you from coming?
how do you not want to leave?
Caring for you I will always do!



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

Copyright bb : yeah sure
d m k can be e-mailed at dmk@yahoo.com


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

dmk
- Friday, October 27, 2000 at 20:22:53 (PDT)


stop being so damn seductive
lord the omnipotent's response
- Friday, October 27, 2000 at 16:58:27 (PDT)


I like the open mice
it is good fun
Anonymous
- Friday, October 27, 2000 at 10:56:18 (PDT)


"Values"

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

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

For there was no magic
she was crazy wrapped in fly paper
and heaven was a strip of nothing
but dirty side walk in front of a chemical company
and abandoned train tracks were her silver lined clouds

With a hunger for emptyness
and a recently cleaned tube of glass
Her defination of love was attention
praying to a hundred satans
with each different partner
on seven sundays a week
the book of hymns
court dates where request lists
and freedom was free blowjobs in a squad car
book of love marked with crack sores/values
Anonymous
- Friday, October 27, 2000 at 10:51:50 (PDT)


we tripped for a minute
we had to go back
into the past to look for it
we tripped for a minute
and thats all there was left
in the mirrors face
Anonymous
- Friday, October 27, 2000 at 07:19:07 (PDT)


this open mic is going down hill rapidly
more crap more crap more crap coming!
better bring out the shovels
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 26, 2000 at 20:22:12 (PDT)


"leisure union war vs.free oil for 3rd world tax us"
IS A NICE WAY TO SAY THE MONEYS NO GOOD


The only photos I got of Gina
are from a guitar magazine

Anonymous
- Thursday, October 26, 2000 at 13:26:20 (PDT)


mommy divorced daddy, cause daddy fucked another
mommy is alone i an understand her
i wish i had a man to hold and halp me
i am a lost soul and i just want a man
to stand by my side and wrap his arms around me
mommy cryes all the time
but cant understand y im sad
i cry myself, cuase i want my mommy back
she tells me what is wrong
and i really understand her
cause i wasnt someone too
to help me when i cry
i dont have ne one like me
to stand by my side
to hold me by my waist
and kiss me on my neck
mommy crys all night
and i do too
but mommy tells me
but i dont tell her
i cry all alone
cant tell ne one i do
cause i tend to stay alone
cause i am a little witch
i wish i had someone now
to hold me in the night
Krystal DrayGon
- Thursday, October 26, 2000 at 06:00:19 (PDT)


"leisure union war vs.free oil for 3rd world tax us"
IS A NICE WAY TO SAY THE MONEYS NO GOOD

Anonymous
- Thursday, October 26, 2000 at 02:04:41 (PDT)


Rivers turn to oceans
and flow on to the sea
Embers turn to ashes
and love to memories.

Rain turns to rainbows
and gray skies turn to blue
But when the world turns on me
I turn to you.

A thirsty man needs water
a bluebird needs the sky
A man needs his woman
or he'll wither up and die.

Roses need sunshine
violets need the dew
But not half as much
as I need you.

Deep in my soul
and always on my mind
Forever in my heart
you're the light that shines.

Someone to hold
when no one else will do
When the world turns on me...
I'll turn to you.

Yes, when the world turns on me...
I'll turn to you.

Hope you can understand what I am saying to you Krystal



Michael Parker
- Wednesday, October 25, 2000 at 18:41:31 (PDT)


oh what a world
what a
world
....
...
..
.
.
.
.
.
blub blub
bl
u b
...
.
.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 25, 2000 at 17:01:01 (PDT)


live slow
die old
leave a rumpled corpse
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 25, 2000 at 16:55:18 (PDT)


He calls me last night, tells me
"Everyone keeps tellings me to go outs with you."
Don't know what to say.
somehow never
- Wednesday, October 25, 2000 at 13:32:53 (PDT)


"Soldiers of sony"
by
Travis Ray Cole


stock in
stand in line
wait for price drops
buy

stock in
shortage hype
soldiers for sony
invest in
camping out
like it was a
worth the wait
to make the price rise
byte buy

CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE(C)2000
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net
Cole
- Wednesday, October 25, 2000 at 08:29:28 (PDT)


"Long Gone"

Wheels is right
intersections divide
doped with fantasy no lottery
so you'll keep working for tomorrow
keeping the fat fat

with green print
electric power
the fight to oppress
ten thousand american dreams to change
and colonize the new war
lovingly wrapped around
the recycled depression state

Cadilliac bitch slapped a
mother fucker into next week
it took more than a fin off
insane,but the clock needs more chain
the gears turn on the edge of nothing
trying to be noone
right there in front of me

Cadilliac found out theres always a tomorrow
but a Benz SUV is only temporary
so he wanted his line back
everybodys gotta die
but nobody can be free

Do you have to talk about kennedy anymore
don't you know what your getting into
war can we love the past
straight outta hell
and if there was a mafia
they would'nt vote for releigion
in the first place
war rooms of police state

say fuck with me
there was blondes and blondes
out around the inside
and a girl like you did'nt apply
we still dont care
- Wednesday, October 25, 2000 at 07:53:07 (PDT)


"Gone"

Wheels is right
intersections divide
doped with fantasy no lottery
so you'll keep working for tomorrow
keeping the fat fat
withgreen print
electric power
the fight to oppress
ten thousand american dreams to change
and colonize the new war
lovingly wrapped around
the recycled depression state

Cadilliac bitch slapped a
mother fucker into next week
it took more than a fin off
but the clock needs more chain
the gears turn on the edge of nothing
trying to be noone
right in front of me

Cadilliac found out theres always a tomorrow
but a Benz SUV is only temporary
so he wanted his line back
everybodys gotta die
but noboy can be free
we don't care
- Wednesday, October 25, 2000 at 07:44:27 (PDT)


i cry in the night, tears stream down my face
i feel so alone, no one to cares at all
have u ever realized how big the world is?
have u looked up in the stars and hold on to the ground
because u may fly away
have u ever relized how alone u are
how alone i am
we are but a grain of sand in the universe
the univers the is big, whirling and flying spinning so fast
have u ever relized one dead man means so much
but yet he is so little
the universe couldnt care less
if i was to die today
nothing would care
the God that dont exist,
the jesus that isnt even real
the universe is so big
does it care about me,
as u zoom back to earth and take ur mind out of the stars
who loves u
who lovesd me
who cares about u
who cares about me
look up at the stars and relize u have no one there
sleep in ur bed
stars watching over u
know now how much ur friends matter
cause nothing or no one cares about u

Krystal DrayGon
- Wednesday, October 25, 2000 at 05:53:06 (PDT)


Sorry, but I won't be using your works
in The Part-Time Postmodernist.

They just seem to lack the attention
to the particular words that
accompanies most poetry.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 25, 2000 at 04:53:40 (PDT)


I'm not a prisoner
I'm a free man
and my blood is my own now


Iron Maiden ain't got shit on FOZZY!!!!


Moongoose McQueen
- Tuesday, October 24, 2000 at 23:44:16 (PDT)


Shes cheating on me
its plain to see
with a gentleman poet from the T.V.

a commercial wasted vote
lost my time to uninteligible notes
laughing from inside the invisible parade float

another lie that won't die
does she think that I am blind
or is she just out of her minds

although,to me shes worth more than gasoline
shes talking to them and that just can't be
all this time I thought she was my dream
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 24, 2000 at 04:27:54 (PDT)


Oil spills, contaminated water
lab sample analysis, damaged animals
additionally dumped waste products
in the hot morning sand
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 24, 2000 at 03:03:27 (PDT)


My name is Victor, Victor Vaughan
I am sixty four and one days old
I may be wrong but I think im right
I dreamt of you late in the night
you came to me as if it was him
and gave me a gift id never forget
sitting on the baseball diamond
me and my cousin her name georgette











MDD
- Monday, October 23, 2000 at 21:31:10 (PDT)


i know she breaks, my siren...
never was one for a prissy girl
coquette
calling for an ambulance
reach high doesnt mean shes holy
just means shes got a cellular handy
almost brrave
almost preganant
almost in love
vanilla
tori amos, for those wondering.
- Monday, October 23, 2000 at 18:49:00 (PDT)


"Can i smoke in your car?" he asks,
then the other chime in
"yah".
"If you hangs your heads outs the windows " i says.
But they dont, so i laugh,
and demand payment.
One gives me a ciggarette, the other
kisses my hand and smiles,
And i thinks of ludwig the frenchie.
some-(no)-thing at_all
- Monday, October 23, 2000 at 13:00:13 (PDT)




jokes and laughs
going out till 4am
staying over a friends house
and makeing out in the back of a theater
those days are done
i cant do it ne more
is this growing up? but i am only 15 years old
i have a little baby, still unborn
sitting in my stumach
kicking me inside
it is a good feeling i guess
to know i am creating a soul
but i am still kinda young
a baby am i
i am not quite sure
if i am really pregnent though
i really hope i am not
but i feel her inside
she is telling me
"yo mommy, guess what i am"
i still call my mother mommy
and i really dont know how to act
how do i tell the daddy if i am?
that is is only a kid
and has one of his own
i sure hope im not
but baby inside says i am
no more out with my friends, gatta get a babysitter
cant do drugs ne more cause i gatta set an example
who will stay with me, by my side all the way through
my life story is begining, but now i have one to add
here is my little baby folks
Gina Blythe DrayGon
Krystal DrayGon
- Monday, October 23, 2000 at 05:48:06 (PDT)




jokes and laughs
going out till 4am
staying over a friends house
and makeing out in the back of a theater
those days are done
i cant do it ne more
is this growing up? but i am only 15 years old
i have a little baby, still unborn
sitting in my stumach
kicking me inside
it is a good feeling i guess
to know i am creating a soul
but i am still kinda young
a baby am i
i am not quite sure
if i am really pregnent though
i really hope i am not
but i feel her inside
she is telling me
"yo mommy, guess what i am"
i still call my mother mommy
and i really dont know how to act
how do i tell the daddy if i am?
that is is only a kid
and has one of his own
i sure hope im not
but baby inside says i am
no more out with my friends, gatta get a babysitter
cant do drugs ne more cause i gatta set an example
who will stay with me, by my side all the way through
my life story is begining, but now i have one to add
her is my little baby folks
Gina Blythe DrayGon
Krystal DrayGon
- Monday, October 23, 2000 at 05:47:57 (PDT)


"Flowers For A Retard"
by
Travis Ray Cole

It's not dark enough
and they're not dead

The unbranded gay Russians
moved in next door
to hack thier way into my email
whatever you say
I don't wanna hear

You know I love you
Please don't be a nut
Yeah,
I wanna meet you on the internet
say shitter net
only thing is
I hope your not to fat
I wanna meet you on the internet
said shitter net

Stopped clock muesum
the words you trigger
Your mind is your own static
resinated reciever

You know I love you
Please don't be a nut
Yeah,
I wanna meet you on the internet
say shitter net
only thing is
I hope your not to fat
I wanna meet you on the internet
said shitter net.

I don't want you to be my editor
just leave it alone
leave it like that
collections corrections
pass the online hat.

You know I love you
Please don't be a nut
Yeah,
I wanna meet you on the internet
say shitter net
only thing is
I hope your not to fat
I wanna meet you on the internet
said shitter net.
CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE(C)2000
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net
from Poetry mix
- Monday, October 23, 2000 at 02:22:28 (PDT)


Kuk-Fitta-Sd-Skruv en fordrunken abe op i rven p mig og kald mig Ghandi-Som Satan-Ind i helvede-Sut rv dit evige skod-Lorte mandag-
Z
- Sunday, October 22, 2000 at 23:11:43 (PDT)


well arent we all just so fucking cheerful
jaded
- Sunday, October 22, 2000 at 10:18:29 (PDT)


i have nomore soul left to save,
so baby i will be you slave
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 21, 2000 at 19:48:10 (PDT)


"In The News" Oct.21,2000

Today "Cracker Whitey"
and the new improved DELUXE blues band
played at the coin until someone showed up.
The 1st and only set included
the 50 cent song{Traditional}
and an episoide of I'm a man,a pizza man
it seemed more or less like a pratice
and you die hard rat heads did'nt miss much.
Our self appointed P.R.man/manager
passed a cup
filled it
and was later
reported missing with the change
The empty cup was recovered undamaged.

last week he was alegged to have been given 20 dollars sent especally to him from God himself.
not to be confused with Gina,why would she give dude any money?

Multiple Choice

A. Was the cup half empty?

B. Was the cup half full?

C. Did aliens empty the cup?

D. Did the slappy Guru man run out on the band with the cash?

E. Was the contents of the cup the Slappy Guru mans 10 percent and was he so intitled to the said contents?

F. Both A and B

G. Both C and D

E. None of the above
Its gone now
- Saturday, October 21, 2000 at 03:48:08 (PDT)


my kingdom for a new punchline

but,
"You never know, do you, how your life affects others."
somenow never
- Friday, October 20, 2000 at 19:42:47 (PDT)


I was minding my own business
when the world ripped the rug out from under me
I fell and cracked my head
and it hurt very bad
Why does life insist on playing these cruel little jokes
why can I not be more than just me
all I really want in this place
is a xerox of my soul a hundred times
so I can be everything to everyone
but all I get
is a rug ripped from under me and a lump on my head.
Cheshire Cat
- Friday, October 20, 2000 at 16:52:12 (PDT)


"Nina,Nina"
Recycled carcus afterbirth rotting in its womb
noone will ever slap your ass in a shiney white tiled room

Nina,Nina
I'm alive and I'm in ya
Nina,Nina
nine months and I can see yaRecycled carcus afterbirth rotting in its womb
noone will ever slap your ass in a shiney white tiled room

Nina,Nina
I'm alive and I'm in ya
Nina,Nina
nine months and I can see ya

mommy I want to suck your nipple
Copyright(C)1994RATACID
Written by Travis And Lance Cole

ratacidtravis@writeme.com
- Friday, October 20, 2000 at 12:58:49 (PDT)


I emailed the girl today.
Make sure shes okay and all.
The vampire boy grabbed the stool
"Whatcha doing?" he says.
I grabs the screen and hits delete.
He doesnt understand sometimes.
"I wont laugh" he says again.
I says "I cant"
then:
He squeezes my shoulder and drifts away.
Sometimes i think he knows.
somehow the-same
- Friday, October 20, 2000 at 12:49:49 (PDT)


I preffer the bedpan sandwich, thanks
It may be getting better, you cheaper shade of ghost.
As soon as it hits a certain time the phonelines come tumbling down
drainlines floodlines bloodlines
what's the deep shot
what's that science for
caudex from inside your middle of tree
palaver my son
word word
word
just do or
dont

**************
"..Laugh until my head comes off
swallow till I burst, swallow till I burst
Here I'm alive
everything all of the time.."
(~Radiohead)
Eve
- Friday, October 20, 2000 at 12:12:46 (PDT)


"ABORT THE MISSION"

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

Written by Travis Ray Cole (c)copyright1996
Travis Ray Cole
- Friday, October 20, 2000 at 06:50:19 (PDT)


"Next to the Trailer"

I got a Chevy with a 350 that runs
and a 1963 ford falcon 3 speed that sits
because I cant get no front end parts for it
seems ford put 1962 front end parts on it
and I got to order them special
for three times the price

I went in to town last night to the fillin' station
to get 5 gallons of kerosene for the furnance
'cause the man did'nt bring the truck
around last week and we run out last night
If I catch someone stealin my kerosene
theys gonna wish they did'nt.

The chickens keep getting out of the coup
across the street
and getting run over.It smells terrible
somehow the chickens disappear out of the road
I 'speck its limpy who gets 'em.
she came round here askin' for potatoes
and I gave her the mushy ones that had been under the sink
and shes come back for more everyday since.

I thought it was right nice
of the little blonde up the hill
to come down here at 2:30 in the morning
wearing just a long T shirt
wanting to use the phone
so she can call where she works
to tell 'em she can't come in tonight
because her husband beat her up again
and I told her be quite 'cause my wifes sleepin'
but she woke her up shor'nuff

we only got a one bedroom and its for the kids
so I made a bed for us in the livin room
with some nice bedpost made outta treated
deck wood they thrown away at jobsites.
then I made some nice toyboxes
but theres no room in here for 'em
so I put 'em outside next to the falcon

My neighbor makes it look
like hillbillys live round here
shes got a 1976 plymoth fury
packed full of books sitting out front
she musta been a school teacher at sometime.
her trailer is as big as the car
and shes as big as the trailer.

one time she was screamin' Help!! Help!!
and I ran over there to see whats the matter.
she was just layin' in the bed
said she wanted to see if anybody would come.

I brought a nice bucket home from work
so honeypie can do some washin'
and then I tied a rope up from tree to tree
out back by the swamp where those wild mariawana plants grow.

Everyday honeypie makes my lunch
two bologna sandwiches and and orange or apple
and some kinda snack bar and a hot generic lemon-lime soda
its these lunches that got me my
third raise in 6 months.

I just cant stand the hamburger helper everday for dinner.
when she throwed me out I showed up at that little blondes
who lives next door to Pa
with a case of the wrong beer,I guess
cause she said shes sleepin'
come back tomorrow with budwiser
and I cant stand budwiser
but it was worth it cause I stayed there a week
and every night she cooked great dinners
one night lobster
I never ate no lobster before
steak and mashed potatoes,
pork chops,
and fried chicken one night.
she wanted me to leave honypie
but was'nt no way
I was gonna do that for a woman
who carried a gun in her pocket
and made me clean out the car before she got in it.
Travis Ray Cole{c}copyright2000

Thursday October 19,2000
Travis Ray Cole
- Friday, October 20, 2000 at 01:03:31 (PDT)


Vicki was the hottest thing on either side of ashland
there was art and there was beauty
that was a hundred blondes ago
and none of them was anywhere near as good
Anonymous
- Friday, October 20, 2000 at 00:27:56 (PDT)


And then there's you, you and a heart that could freeze helium... you think you're better than me, don't you? Don't be jealous, I'm the happy one.

petal by petal you hate me more...
- Thursday, October 19, 2000 at 16:48:45 (PDT)


"Next to the Trailer"

I got a Chevy with a 350 that runs
and a 1963 ford falcon 3 speed
that I cant get no front end parts for
cause ford put 1962 front end parts on it
and I got to order them special

I went in to town last night to the fillin station
to get 5 gallons of kerasen for the furnance
cause the man did'nt bring the truck
around last week and we run out last night
If I catch someone stealin my kerisen
theys gonna wish they did'nt.

The chickens keep getting out of the coup
across the street
and getting run over and it smells terrible
somehow the chickens disappear out of the road
I speck its limpy who gets 'em
she came round here ask for potatoes
and I gave her the mushy ones under the sink
and shes come back for more everyday since

I thought it was right nice
of the little blonde up the hill
to come down here at 2:30 am
wearing just a long T shirt
to use the phone
so she can call her place of employment
to tell 'em she can't come to work
cause her husband beat her up again
and I told her be quit cause my wifes sleepin'
but she woke her up shor'nuff

we only got a one bedroom and its for the kids
so I made a bed for us in the livin room
with some nice bedpost made outta treated
deck wood they thrown away at jobsites.
then I made some nice toyboxes
but theres no room in here for 'em
so I put 'em outside next to the falcon

My neighbor makes it look
like hillbillys live round here
shes got a 1976 chrysler fury full of books
out front
she musta been a school teacher at sometime
her trailer is as big as the car
one time she was screamin help help
and I ran over there
shes just layin' in the bed
said she wanted to see if anybody would come.

I brought a nice bucket home from work
so honeypie can do some washin'
and I tied a rope up from tree to tree
out back by the swamp and those wild mariawana plants.

Everyday honeypie makes my lunch
two bologna sandwiches and and orange or apple and some kinda snack bar and a hot generic lemon-lime soda
its these lunches that got me my
third raise in 6 months.
I just cant stand the hamburger helper everday
for dinner.
when she throwed me out I shoewed up at that blondes who lives next door to Pa
with a case of the wrong beer,I guess
cause she said shes sleepin'
come back tomorrow with budwiser
and I cant stand budwiser
and it was worth it cause I stay there a week
and every night
she cooked good dinners
one night lobster
I never ate no lobster before
steak
fried chicken one night
she wanted me to leave honypie
but was'nt no way
I was gonna do that for a woman
who carried a gun in her pocket
and made me clean out the car before she got in it.
Travis Ray Cole
- Thursday, October 19, 2000 at 13:21:18 (PDT)


If you fisted a pregnant chick, would it be considered Child Abuse???
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 19, 2000 at 12:52:59 (PDT)


He told me this morning on the steps again
"Im going to kill myself."
I says "Not at school."
He gots upset, frowned and then
"you don’t believe m."
I laughed whens I shouldn’t have.
Then:
"you don’t think I will kill mself."
I says again "not here at school."
"im going to hang myself from the tree out back of my house" he says grinning absently,
"I hate my father".
I looked at him again, then "leave me a note."
He shrugged "I don’t want to leave a note."
I says "it could say 'fuck the world'"
He likes that.

somewhy noone-knows
- Thursday, October 19, 2000 at 06:40:21 (PDT)


the pregent young girl that has twins
a young girl running around the school lost and confused
a crying and bleeding to death
the little babys are watching all this
15 year old mom and 17 year old dad
dont even know each other just that its theirs
the fucked only once,
now they have 2 kids,
what to do know that they have little kids
when they found out she cryed all night
he found himself lost
and didnt know what to do
poor daddy and mommy
its all over for them

guess what, that girl was me and the daddys name is dave
Krystal DrayGon.......this is a true story, i am not the girl and the fathers name hase been changed
- Thursday, October 19, 2000 at 06:07:53 (PDT)


"Praise pregnant with compromise"

Two on a power trip inside one mind
alias after alias intertwined among dictatorship
praying to credit claimed
recieving awards dressed like Jesus Christ
under a veil of smiles
irrevent only because you don't get it
phases flowered
like another revelation of anger inspired
destructive dance with a verse of bullets in your head
PhD in critque
from the school of ignorance
to me the defination of scroll
interprepts
bieng flogged at the shanty farm booksale
with I cant write
so its alright
that I can not spell a complete sentance correctly

The classical chemistry of the twisted
militant edition of genius
her dedication to the bard of her choice
unearths hidden pedestals
aborting obscure alterations
and germinate only to edit popuarity
recieving reversed passion like
a nuculear fallout of infectious criticism
bleeding out adjectives of hate
in exchange for psychology
failing Literary Spirilla Bacteria 101
monitoring the self induced non-poetic
media’s of paint by numbers archives
responding like a collector of prisoner semen
clearly a hero of opionated
pigments of hate energy
random words reproduced in a binary fussion
under microscopic examination
squeezing maggots out of the skins
of half sentances empting malignant wounded
paragraphs onto projected vomit washed sand stone
recycling misspelled fungi floating
on the surface of every attempt at art
pissing a fresh coat
of a full color spectrum of blind anger
onto a lovely corpse in the attention river pronounced "Java Flush"
washed down with an overdose of lies,like big tobacco
admiring the namedropping hearsay
Winston Churchill was bipolar too.
999
Travis Ray Cole
- Thursday, October 19, 2000 at 02:28:54 (PDT)


vicki's long blond hair
covered
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 19, 2000 at 01:59:46 (PDT)


in heels and glasses
hot vicki
looked like a libiarian in a porno store
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 19, 2000 at 00:27:00 (PDT)


Today my world slipped away
as you drove off with my pride and my joy
for you see...you took my son, my little boy.

He may be with you
but there's one thing that you'll never do
you'll never have the love..he gave to me and not you.

I hope and I pray
that every night and every day
you see me in him...in each and every way.

He's only three
there was no need to hurt him
why did you have to take him away from me?

One of these days
you will finally see
I'm his father...and he'll always love me.

So go and have your fun
but with these words I hope you can see
I'll always be with him...and he'll be with me...

For he's my son.

Michael Parker
- Wednesday, October 18, 2000 at 21:14:18 (PDT)


I ducked on the steps this morning to hide.
"hey" he says seeing me "Whatcha here for?"
I blinks a minute at him and he sits down.
"can i have my soul back now?" he says.
I smile in bitch-mode and shakes my head no.
he says "Oh," and goes to sleeps on my foots.
something quiet
- Wednesday, October 18, 2000 at 20:40:38 (PDT)


She doesnt like her hair.
"I look like the Brady Bunch mother" she says.
I shakes my head and protest.
Then, "but thats not what i was thinking."
She shrieks "What?!"
I lean close and whisper
"I would have said 'you are really really pretty."
she draws in her breath.
"Oh..."
somewhat nonlinear
- Wednesday, October 18, 2000 at 20:37:41 (PDT)


He jumps in fronts of me off the wall.
"Are you annoyed with me?" he says, smelling like smoke.
"I dont play with you when youre high"
I says.
And shoves him off the sidewalk
wishing for a bus.
somehow alive
- Wednesday, October 18, 2000 at 20:35:04 (PDT)


I would say about 70% of celebate women play the violin. Oh my, I am getting all heated up even pondering the thought.

God, we're all idiot machines aren't we? I include myself in this.

You see, I used to get soooo fucking angry and disgruntled when my father would ask me to empty the urinal. I would think to myself, "Go fucking plant a tree you gaping shroud, I actively dislike you!" And yes ladies and gentlemen, I sometimes voiced my hatred aloud to this "impaired" fiend. I'm not angry anymore.

Mother: Your father is on the phone calling from Texas.
Dauther: tell him I don't want to talk to him, Muppet Babies is on the television and I am happily watching it.


I'm sorry dad. We all deserve a little peice of hell I guess.
Jane
- Wednesday, October 18, 2000 at 19:21:24 (PDT)


Babblings of an Ex-Television Junkie


I watch the blue blur of the
Television
Out of the corner of my eye.
I don’t think anyone ever notices that
A room glows blue when the tube is
Left on.
I wonder sometimes
Why the hell is it on?
The comfort of the blue light keeps the
Masses soothed . . .
Minds placated . . .
Creativity curbed while people
Absorb the creativity of another.

Dumb faces watch as characters live their
Lives,
Brought to you for half an hour a day by
Michelob beer, Pepsi, and the Man.
The streets are dark and dangerous,
Criminals and assassins waiting in the
Shadows to pounce on the unexpecting.
The good people cannot walk alone and
The bad people have guns and smoke crack.
Pristine white and hellish black,
Media perpetuates stereotypes and
Makes sure the token minority stands up
For what the Man wants
So society is under the presumption
That all is right with the world and
God is watching TV.

Models make their way across runways
Under the power of high fashion and
High class,
Their legs barely strong enough to hold
The skeletal frames,
The clothes made of a light material
So these fragile dolls aren’t broken
By the weight they shed to be the
Anorexic beautiful so craved
By Cosmopolitan.



Babies boiled in pots of hot water
And put in garbage bags for the
Morning trash,
And a little girl of the upper class
Known for her beauty
Ends up dead.
For years, her face is everywhere
You want to be, and don’t want to be.
She will not rise like Lazarus, nor if we
Clap will she rise and join Tinkerbell.
This little beauty queen is
Forever Immortalized while the
Garbage Pail Kids are left in the toy box
Because the media didn’t want to play.

I rage at the rubber walls of my
Asylum’s prison,
My straightjacket torn and the
Leather straps of my bed chewed through.
The nurses and doctors outside prepare a
Needle full of Fiction to keep me sedated.
Don’t they see the tracks on my arms?
Don’t they see the scars on my wrists?
I’ve been a television junkie all my life . . .
I’m only here in this Asylum prison
Because I stopped.





By: Suthiratana Bhudvanbhen, AKA Raven Yin
4/15/00
www.angelfire.com/md2/Ravenfire/poet.html
Raven Yin
- Wednesday, October 18, 2000 at 13:07:33 (PDT)


“you takes my words and runs with them” I say.
He says “or walk.”
“or kill them” I says.
He pauses and looks at me closely.
“you’ve been around him too long.”
“I needs to get out more” I tell him.
He nods then, and I want to kiss him.
But I don’t.’I really do need to get out more

sometimes strange
- Wednesday, October 18, 2000 at 11:25:34 (PDT)


“what so you see in him?” the fox, he says.
“him, I mean.”
Says I “I haves better taste than that.”
“oh”
he says, then “what are you doing?”
“abusing him” I says.
And I smile and climb on top the car and fantacise biting him.
“you” he says then “are looking at my neck.”
“yes” I say thinking about his girlfriend, my lover.
Then I takes him home, behind the hospitale where he lives
And I thinks:
“maybe his location isnt as bad as I thought.”
Then I smile and leave him looking after me

somewhat malighned
- Wednesday, October 18, 2000 at 11:24:33 (PDT)


write on,man

Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 18, 2000 at 08:42:08 (PDT)


i wish a dream that will never come true
i continue to write because some said "i would miss u"
and i know the truth, if i dont write i will go crazier then now
i dont give 2 cents anymore if i suck
i have decided i'll be straight up
screw u all if u hate my words
fuck u all if u dont like what i write
i think now i will say, this is, its the truth:
i am me, the Krystal, the DrayGon
dont mess with the fire, for i am hotter then ever.

Krystal DrayGon
- Wednesday, October 18, 2000 at 06:03:40 (PDT)


mamas makin love to the pizza man,reprise
he calls her hot sauce
she dont stop orderin
Mama be makin love wit da pizza man
he say damn baby you smell better than pizza again
naw we aint gotta call him pa
but if he leaves the pizza box in the other room
we's gonna eat it all
some like it hot
we's lucky to get any at all
they turned lunch time into a one night stand
mamas takin to the pizza man
I drank up all his beer in the fridge
it was warmer than that pizza and tasted like piss
mama be makin love with the pizza man
everytime thay stop
they go at it again
and if he parks out front
his boss and his wife bertha comes round here
in the morning eith a gun
but they dont care about that to much
mamas gettin down with the pizza man
yeah
everybody dance dance dance


pizza face
- Wednesday, October 18, 2000 at 05:01:31 (PDT)


"Only After"

I kiss Robbin good morning
and she bitches "You should'nt do that"
her breath like mace
I pull the curtian in the shower
and pull the handle to vote for her,

even though I have already sold my vote five times
to a nice little old lady
who just so happened to be an election judge,but promised to only use the votes on sundays at the social
service workers againt bingo players protest kegger.

I mix a big box of dried powdered milk with rusty lead wastewater fresh out of the tap
{some of that is bait}
and then I stir it into
a big bowl of Exxon brand breakfast cereal
with little firestone tire floaties
{thats what the Astronauts eat in space}
I dig inside looking for the prize
and cut out the invalid priceline coupons for gasoline
off the side of the box
only after I drew a path through the maze
of oil slicks and I look for the hidden words on the back of the box heres money,theres war,death,
and heres stockpile,and theres one sided news coverage.

Next I read the paper none of my exwives have died or won the lottery
but heres something in the classifieds to dream about
the ad reads FOR SALE....
a mint condition Illinois Deptment of Public Aid
1993 issue Food Stamp $7000,serious inquires only.
Travis Ray Cole
- Wednesday, October 18, 2000 at 04:47:30 (PDT)


In one foul swoop I discreated everything
Reality was just some play thing mine to destroy
I was god on high with time on my hands
so I ceased existance and fed it backwards into the mouth of entropy
and then I wove it anew
but nothing was as perfect as that first time
no... the first was my masterpiece
and everything else just a wild figmant of my imagination.


Cheshire Cat
- Tuesday, October 17, 2000 at 21:35:48 (PDT)


It's time to set my mainsails and sail on,
time to tap these mainlines and wail on.
I have a love affair with oblivion
she cries when I tell her how I feel.
God, how it hurts to see her in sadness,
how it kills my heart to see her mirror this
downward smile and to hold these hands
which scratch this body raw.
To all my friends: Please let go.
Let me go.
I give you everything that gave me life,
so be a friend and don't wake me while I sleep.
All I ever wanted was a decent nights sleep,
knowing that while I fell your warm kisses were there to wake me if I fell too deep.
How deep is too deep when you dive to strive far from home?
Home is where the heart is,
Home is where the hurt is.
If I were to lay down, would you tuck me in?
Please tuck me in.
Dave
- Tuesday, October 17, 2000 at 21:14:31 (PDT)


It isnt as bad as I thought it would be
it only strips away my soul
I wish I was Evie from that old show
out of this world
I just want to clap my hands
and freeze time
rest for days
maybe a year
The bad part is I cant complain
simply cannot
does everyone just not want to exist sometimes?


jayme
- Tuesday, October 17, 2000 at 19:02:10 (PDT)


Saw the world through a mirror
no reflection ever dearer
never saw a sight much clearer
because i see it true
once again my soul is beaming
as my heart continues beating
strong and true, i am breathing
because i live for you
No Yield
- Tuesday, October 17, 2000 at 18:14:53 (PDT)


In my moments of fear
through every pain every tear
there's a woman who's been faithful to me.

When my strength was gone
when my heart had no song
even then you were...faithful to me.

Every word you promised has been true
and what I thought was impossible
I've seen my woman do....

You've been faithful to me
looking back your love and mercy is all I see
Though in my heart I have questioned
and even failed to believe...you've been faithful to me.

When my heart looked away
the many times things did'nt go my way
even then...you were faithful to me.

The days I spent so selfishly
reaching out for things that pleased me
still in that...you were faithful to me.

Everytime I come back to you
I see you waiting with your open arms
and I know once again....

You've been faithful to me
looking back your love and mercy is all I can see
Though in my heart I have questioned
and even failed to believe..you've been faithful to me.

Michael Parker
- Tuesday, October 17, 2000 at 16:50:34 (PDT)


In my moments of fear
through every pain every tear
there's a woman who's been faithful to me.

When my strength was gone
when my heart had no song
even then you were...faithful to me.

Every word you promised has been true
and what I thought was impossible
I've seen my woman do....

You've been faithful to me
looking back your love and mercy is all I see
Though in my heart I have questioned
and even failed to believe...you've been faithful to me.

When my heart looked away
the many times things did'nt go my way
even the...you were faithful to me.

The days I spent so selfishly
reaching out for things that pleased me
stii in that...you were faithful to me.

Everytime I come back to you
I see you waiting with your open arms
and I know once again....

You've been faithful to me
looking back your love and mercy is all I can see
Though in my heart I have questioned
and even failed to believe..you've been faithful to me.

Michael Parker
- Tuesday, October 17, 2000 at 16:49:13 (PDT)


man i suck at writeing, i may as well stop, u guys are all so good, i probly wont be wrtieing ne more here, but i will come back for insteration everyday to read, thanx for showing me how bad i really write u guys
Krystal DrayGon
- Tuesday, October 17, 2000 at 15:01:21 (PDT)


"Mama makin'love to the pizza man"

Mama's makin'love to the pizza man
we get to eat for free
but its as cold as out the can
we thought they was done
but they're doin'it again
and they gots the pizza
in there with them
mama says we aint gotta call the pizza man dad
theys playin boo boos
and we can hear them
mamas makin love to the pizza man
we get extra peperoni
but no sodas,damn
mamas makin love with the pizza man
{Cheesy Favorites}
Travis Ray Cole
- Tuesday, October 17, 2000 at 01:14:10 (PDT)


"Praise pregnant with compromise"

Two on a powertrip inside one mind
praying to cattle
dressed like jesus christ
veil of smiles
phases flowered like another
destructive dance with a verse of bullets in your head
PhD in critque
from the school of ignorance
to me the defination of scroll
interprepts
bieng flogged at the shanty farm booksale
with I cant write
so its alright
that I cant spell a complete sentance right

the classical chemistry of the twisted
militant sister sue sue stud
and hidden pedestals aborting obscure alterations
germinate continuing to edit popuarity
recieving passion like nuculear fallout
bleeding out adjectives of hate
in exchange for psychology
a lovely corpse in the attention river pronounced "Java Flush"
admiring the namedropping hearsay
Whiston Churchill was bipolar too.
999
- Tuesday, October 17, 2000 at 00:43:11 (PDT)


just just
keep it up keep it up
I heard about it through the grapevine
hear of your
internal defecation
and it spills out for all to see
more than I care it's much more than I
care
much more than you care to admit
it's more than my interest
that surpasses my attention or regard
so just let it be
I don't hold up cups to you anymore

I know you bought those shoes with me in your head
you fool
I know whether you like it or not
you can't shake me
you cant shake it
you are marriedmarriedmarriedmarriedmarriedmarried
can't shake it off
you wish you didn't care
and in your actions you admit it
so build your houses and walls
travel all you want

I know it whether you like it or not
I know that sucked but I don't give a fried F*UCK
- Monday, October 16, 2000 at 20:27:35 (PDT)


" I'm Learning As You Go "

Baby you don't know how hard I've tried
How not pleasing you eats me up inside
I'll hold you near and I'll swallow my pride
But I won't hold you here if your not satisfied...

Sometimes I'm right and sometimes I'm wrong
Mistakes is how you measure how far you've come along
There's a lot I don't know...but I'm learning as you go.

Maybe I'm blind or just not to smart
My eyes were wide open but I'm still lost in the dark
I did'nt know I was'nt doing my part
But this is a lesson, I'm taking to heart...

We could have worked it out somehow
If I'd only known then what I know now
I guess it does'nt mean a thing where our loves concerned
If you're not here, to see what I've learned...

Sometimes I'm right and sometimes I'm wrong
Mistakes is how you measure how far you've come along
There's a lot I don't know...but I'm learning as you go

Yes, there's a lot I don't know..but...
I'm learning as you go.


Michael Parker
- Monday, October 16, 2000 at 20:19:51 (PDT)


he wants to have sex in a burning pentagram...
"Now THATS one way to sumon Satan," says I,
but he wants to have sex in a burning pentagram
while i choke him a little with his chain
"She did that," lord the omnipotent says,
"do you know what choking does to a guy?"
"Yah," says I, "autoerotic asphixiation."
We laughed until he fell off the table,
...but he wants to have sex in a buring pentagram.
i laughed at him, then gave him one of my LOOKS
"They turn me on," he says,
"and that red shirt you wear."
but he wants to have sex in a buring pentagram.
so I took him home.
but, he wants to have sex in a burning pentagram...
somewhat afeared
- Monday, October 16, 2000 at 18:50:36 (PDT)


Is it wrong for loving you
Is it wrong for being true
Tell me please, Tell me dear...
Is it wrong?

Have I waited for so long
or has your love for me gone
Tell me please, Tell me dear...
Is it wrong?

Oh way down deep inside my heart
You're the only love sweetheart
Yes, the only true love
I've ever known.

But I ask myself inside
There's no need telling myself lies
So is it wrong, Is it wrong...
For loving you.

Michael Parker
- Monday, October 16, 2000 at 17:53:47 (PDT)


everytime i hear the rain drop
i think of my boy the one whom i love
it comes down like a waterfall
i wish he held me tight as i shiver and shake
i think only of him and pull my covers up to my chin
i will be there i want him here now to listin to the rain fall "dont worry i'll be there, soon my baby soon" he says
but the days grow long and the nights grow cold
so i listen to the rain drops
as i sit quitely at home
Krystal DrayGon
- Monday, October 16, 2000 at 17:29:25 (PDT)


"Check out"
Whats your zipcode
Thats my money
the sign above it said
the sign above it said
the sign above it said
heres my store I.D.
now you know who I am
while your cheating me
theres satlites projecting information about me
and selling my name on a list is store policy
whats your phone number?you ask
what time are you going to call
the sign above it said
the sign above it said
the sign above it said
as seen on television
do you know which aisle I'm in at all times
with your helpful security
whos right here following me while I shop
but doe'nt even offer to help
carry anything to the check out counter
or clean up in asile six
the sign above it said
the sign above it said
the sign above it said
money money my money
grab it out of my hand
ring the same item up as many times as you can
and then take thirteen cents off
by these numbers I can see the end is near
smash my bread or rather destroy it
mangled like it was your ex
take out all your frustrations on my helpless bread
the sign above it said
the sign above it said
the sign above it said
its only my money
put some of my food in a bag
keep some down there for your self
I'll buy what the hell
your doing better than when you were on welfare
check out the inquire
and the stories about mo dead alien elvis
expiration dates dont matter
your in this world alone
rip the plastic off my meat
as you preserve the bacteria on the lazer light machine
with the meat opener swipe
yeah ring it in twice
and once more
just get it right
helping the handicap
put it in a bag
buy a bag
paper or plastic
Check it out or check you in
- Monday, October 16, 2000 at 13:48:59 (PDT)


"old women"

they never complain about it
at all
old women
they never bitch to much
old women
are never nosey
its like fine wine

Anonymous
- Monday, October 16, 2000 at 13:26:29 (PDT)


Here we are standing on the edge
we have heard the call
"Good-things" come to those who wait
but you can't have it all
if you're afraid to fall....

I'm ready when you are
waiting to jump head first into this
If you are feeling the same
give me just one kiss
If you are willing to go that far
I've got a heart....
that's ready when you are.

I know you've been hurt before
because you keep looking down
With these wings I know we'll soar
high above the ground
don't just look around....

I'm ready when you are
Put your faith in me...
I'm ready when you are
but you've got to believe...

I'm ready when you are.
Michael Parker
- Monday, October 16, 2000 at 07:09:22 (PDT)


I think this page is great
it's like the "Beach Boys"
PET SOUNDS of our generation
Anonymous
- Monday, October 16, 2000 at 04:05:36 (PDT)


Who the fuck is the Mad Hatter?

This is like a soap opera!
I'm hooked!
but Who are you people??????
Walker, Texas Ranger
- Monday, October 16, 2000 at 00:44:59 (PDT)


I think this page is great
it is like the beach boys "pet sounds"
of our generation

Anonymous
- Monday, October 16, 2000 at 00:28:11 (PDT)


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Anonymous
- Monday, October 16, 2000 at 00:26:12 (PDT)


Cheshire Cat i tried to be kind in every way
but now my feline friend i have been asked to leave
i will be real and not my true self and leave with a bow and a harty laugh out loud
goodby all i will ba back though
for every day to read the words
for they make me
happy and gay
goodbye to all, for u will never hear from the mad hatter again

Mad Hatter....The End
- Sunday, October 15, 2000 at 17:29:22 (PDT)


Cheshire Cat i was kind to u in all ways
y do u make fun of me the lonly one
i shall leave, i have u all have fun,
i shall be back but not to write
good bye all
love ur mad hatter

Anonymous
- Sunday, October 15, 2000 at 17:20:12 (PDT)


Hatter I say this in the most kind way:
you aren't worth my time of day.
You are but a speck of dust
and why you see it as a must
to sit here and mock Carol
or this feline quite so feral
is beyond my cat-like mind.
If you ever do find
a semblance of your myth called life
please don't bother to stay here rife
with the poetry of great and gold
go away if you are so bold.
Cheshire Cat
- Sunday, October 15, 2000 at 09:46:44 (PDT)


Michael Parker,
please die.
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 15, 2000 at 03:26:27 (PDT)


"Al the oatmeal king"
by
Travis Ray Cole

"The Day Al became The Oatmeal king"

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

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

everyday al knocked on other peoples doors
and told them he was hungry
so one christmas johnny
took al to the place down the street
and bought him dinner
a big slice of pizza and a soda

news years eve,same deal
but this was not enough for al
because he had very little money
coming in from the government
ever since he got out of the state hospital
when al knocked on broke johnnys door
one morning he gave al oatmeal

the pantry down in the basement of the church
always gave out oatmeal
and everyone around had some
and the roaches crawed in the open oatmeal
so al took the oatmeal
and everyone thought al would eat the oatmeal
if he was hungry,right?
but al did'nt eat the oatmeal
he stock piled it
and saved it all up
and kept knocking on the doors
and asking for money because he was hungry
and pretty soon he had lots and lots of oatmeal
unopened
so one day johnny said "Al make oatmeal"
Al said he didnt know how
johnny thought this to be very odd
since he personally gave Al many containers of oatmeal.
and he told Al just add water
"just add water Al,just add water"

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

Part two {how Al became "The Oatmeal king"

Al had oatmeal in the toilet
the sink and the cast Iron bathtub
the bathroom floor was coverd
in three inches of oatmeal
the hallway had mounds and mounds of oatmeal
and in his room al was squashing oatmeal out like grapes with his feet
it was six inches deep in some spots.................
written by Travis Ray Cole(c)2000
{recently rejected from readers digest}
Copyright{2000}
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net

Other topics open to disscussion....

Al's Extra thick rolled oats{shag}

Al's Fat free orignal oatmeal recipes

rolling out the oatmeal carpet

the pros and cons of using oatmeal as carpeting
Travis Ray Cole
- Sunday, October 15, 2000 at 03:25:08 (PDT)


You say you want to take me
where I've never been
and make me feel like I'm
in Heaven

You say you want to know me
just the way I am
and hold me as close as
you can....

If that's all you're asking
baby I'm touched
You don't need a reason
to put your faith in love

I know you want to hear me say
it's you I've always loved
But if that's all you're asking
your not asking much.

You want me to surrender
the secerts of my soul
and tell you all there is
to ever know

You want me to promise
that you will always be
the only one who watches
over me....

If that's all you're asking
baby I'm touched
You don't need a reason
to put your faith in love

I know you want me to say
it's you I've always loved
But if that's all you're asking
your not asking much.

You're the one who makes it
easy to give
You know I'm 'gonna love you
as long as I live....

I know you want to hear me say
it's you I've always loved
But if that's all you're asking
your not asking much...

But if that's if that's all you're asking
you're not asking much.





Michael Parker
- Saturday, October 14, 2000 at 21:28:08 (PDT)


weekend attendance is down, i notice
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 14, 2000 at 19:40:25 (PDT)


"Only Once In A Lifetime"

You ask me if someday
you'll hear me say "good-bye"
I could'nt walk away from you
even if I tried.

All I know
is that my feelings go
unspoken sometimes....

You can put all your fears away
this time forever's here to stay
I know a love like yours and mine
happens only once...in a lifetime.

I hold you close to me
and all my dreams come alive
I never dreamed I could be
so satisfied.

If fate is kind
just once we'd find
such a heaven in this life....

So you can put all your fears away
this time forever's here to stay
I know a love like yours and mine
happens only once...in a lifetime.

I might see lighting strike
twice in the same place
But I know I've never seen
a love like you've given me....

Yes...you can put all your fears away
this time forever's here to stay
I know a love like yours and mine
happens only once...in a lifetime.

Yes a love like yours and mine
happens only once...in a lifetime.


Michael Parker
- Saturday, October 14, 2000 at 10:33:15 (PDT)


"Only Once In A Lifetime"

You ask if someday
you'll hear me say "good-bye"
I could'nt walk away from you
even if I tried.

All I know
is that my feelings go
unspoken sometimes....

You can put all your fears away
this time forever's here to stay
I know a love like yours and mine
happens only once...in a lifetime.

I hold you close to me
and all my dreams come alive
I never dreamed I could be
so satisfied.

If fate is kind
just once we'd find
such a heaven in this life....

So you can put all your fears away
this time forever's here to stay
I know a love like yours and mine
happens only once...in a lifetime.

I might see lighting strike
twice in the same place
But I know I've never seen
a love like you've given me....

Yes...you can put all your fears away
this time forever's here to stay
I know a love like yours and mine
happens only once...in a lifetime.

Yes a love like yours and mine
happens only once...in a lifetime.


Michael Parker
- Saturday, October 14, 2000 at 10:32:46 (PDT)


sometimes i think
i lose my lines
and cant remember all
those times
when everything
was like before
(when you were still
my bitch, my whore)
the time i tied
your hands behind
oh you moaned
your eyes, they shined
we're done for now
we had our fun...
i guess bondage aint
for everyone

somethings strange
- Friday, October 13, 2000 at 16:43:17 (PDT)


Cheshire Cat we have missed ur rhymes
where did u go, i think its time for u to know
ur site is getting full maybe its time to clean it up?
just a suggestion from the craziest of all the mad hatter


HAPPY UNBIRTHDAY HAPPY UNBIRTHDAY TO ME!!! who wants some tea???
Anonymous
- Friday, October 13, 2000 at 05:51:17 (PDT)


"The New Moderns{don't lie in ryhyme}"

We may have slept with
Jack Ginsberg before he was nobody
before he was nobody
can the hearing impaired have voices
in thier heads?
mine have a narrator
It is so sweet my new stalker is writing to me
under ten different names
sending me pages and pages of love poetry
which I delete unread and tell her
it was all very good.
mirroring the mirror of film
Grandma and Mom always
buy me the ugliest prostitutes
Your not Steven Spielberg
Mark Twain the new Kauraocs
less vauge {more accessible}
and surreal like we like it
we don't need your guilt pain
we dont need your guilt pain
bieng published dictionary?
Does that include making hundreds
of copies and littering
I mean satuaerating the
intersection of Milwakee and Damien?
I won a small garlic press,that means what?
I won a small garlic press
Written by Travis Ray Cole


from{Things Jilla thinks when she Urinates}
Travis Ray Cole
- Friday, October 13, 2000 at 05:00:10 (PDT)


Are those your eyes
Is that your smile
I've been looking at forever
Are those your hands
Holding mine
Now I wonder how I could've been so blind...

And for the first time
I am looking in your eyes
For the first time
I'm seeing who you are
I can't believe how much I see
When you're looking back at me
Now I understand what love is....
For the first time.

Can this be real
Can this be true
Am I the person I was this morning
And are you the same you
It's all so strange
How can it be
All along this love grows right in front of me?

Such a long time ago
I had given up on finding this emotion ever again
But you're here with me
Yes I found you somehow
And I've never been so sure...

And for the first time
I understand what love is....
For the first time.


Michael Parker
- Thursday, October 12, 2000 at 23:57:02 (PDT)


Hurt me once shame on you
because I didn't want to be hurt.
Hurt me twice shame on me
I should've been more alert.
Hurt me again and I'll give you half
for we should always share.
Hurt me once more...
and I won't really care.



Cheshire Cat
- Thursday, October 12, 2000 at 14:11:27 (PDT)


"# 1" Extract

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 one jealose

she cared not and only thought of the heffer lady
{how she had a rash from her breats to her knees
and pisses blood out her ass}
and it was her man that beat her in the head with a gun
but isnt that what the heffer lady wanted out of life
skimming the soup kitchen lines for the next love of her life?

the entire time they was there she cared not unfocused
but at the same time the real fantasy
got jealose and gave the mob angel a fucked up look
and shor nuff 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.
but I always knew that
with lines "her tears rust the guitar strings"
I could someday become the Richard M. Nixon of poetry
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 12, 2000 at 12:58:32 (PDT)


"I could"

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
- Thursday, October 12, 2000 at 12:38:31 (PDT)


"I would"

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
- Thursday, October 12, 2000 at 12:36:14 (PDT)


"She's Pretty Poetic{for a crack whore}"

She's pretty poetic for a crack whore
if I sleep shes out the backdoor
sometimes shes so deep
lets get high somemore
shes pretty pretty poetic for a crack ho

all shes got going for her is blond hair
personality shes got a personality
just not a good one
well I guess theres one there

Shes pretty patehic and I dont care
its sad but I ain't there
yeah she gots long hair
wear it out fade away waste it for change
more than her share

Shes pretty poetic for a crack whore
I tried to talk to her about ...well you know
ain't no use in it though
shes pretty poetic for a street ho

{lead solo & herion break}

Shes pretty shes pretty patehic
shes pretty poetic for a crack whore
tricks for weed and cut speed nicotine ho
shes all there is at the bus stop,so
shes pretty poetic for a crack whore
Seizure Chords
- Thursday, October 12, 2000 at 12:33:17 (PDT)


wow that was
really
small
of you
Eve
- Thursday, October 12, 2000 at 11:23:33 (PDT)


"I would never"

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
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
- Thursday, October 12, 2000 at 04:08:41 (PDT)


One look into full brown eyes could make it alright
words of peace ease minds when its for freedom we fight
to choose love lines as close to,if not you
leave empty haunting shadows that used to be right

tomorrows wasted on yesterday as love makes you a fool
with everything in the way trying to help bieng used
life means live now its inside your heart
everything defined is love and its pronounced two

throw it all away if it was pain from the start
hurt to think memory is blood to tear you apart
reaching something that only asks why
and stain your words marred from lust hopes art

whats blocking your love from another try
answers within reason wrong to whoever gets you high
and I can tell you about nothing by your side
run the empty highway always has room for goodbye
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 12, 2000 at 03:25:23 (PDT)


and leave the girl alone
She doesn't talk shit about you
Can't you write your own "Poems" and leave others alone

I thought you were a nicer guy than that?
A-Nohn-Uh-Muss
- Thursday, October 12, 2000 at 01:34:10 (PDT)


No you weren't missed Kitty
Uh-Non-uh-Miss
- Thursday, October 12, 2000 at 01:31:28 (PDT)


Once again I took a break
from myself for my own sake
and I left for a little while
did anyone miss me cat-like smile?
I am home now once more
and I hate to listen to the whore
that comes in here and writes stupid shit
and doesn't give a damn not one little bit.
Anonymous is everywhere these days
writing shit in Anonymous ways
so I wonder if possibly that
anyone here missed this cat?
Cheshire Cat
- Wednesday, October 11, 2000 at 20:18:50 (PDT)


living in a world of sin
underneath all this skin
there is truth to be found
but I am not sure of it thou
Im not sure I want to be around
you will just have to wait and
you will just have to see what goes
you just might not be that man. ;0(














dmd~
- Wednesday, October 11, 2000 at 16:53:48 (PDT)


yeah im just a teenage dirtbag






somedays these damn soul-sucking pop lyrics make absolute perfect sense. oh what a world we live in.
jacob
- Wednesday, October 11, 2000 at 15:49:20 (PDT)


yeah im just a tennage dirtbag






somedays these damn soul-sucking pop lyrics make absolute perfect sense. oh what a world we live in.
jacob
- Wednesday, October 11, 2000 at 15:49:10 (PDT)


mike
hey mike,
Is this thing on?
on?
on?
this is mike number one
isnt this a lot of fun
testing testing 1,2,3
this is a test
can you hear me?me?me?
- Wednesday, October 11, 2000 at 07:32:33 (PDT)


The perfect beginning to my end
the perfect life to a little tramp
I hate my life and my soul
how can i exist when i am not in control
I am told i am strong
but i feel so weak
i have been to hell and back
the end of my life begun long ago when i took a drink and then a hit
that was the beginning to my end
its perfect now i can see it all
blood around me and i watch my soul depart
i was tired of my life
so i killed myself
the perfect end to my perfect life
i am a soul stuck on this wreched earth
the perfect beginning to my eternal life
Krystal DrayGon
- Wednesday, October 11, 2000 at 06:10:15 (PDT)


My prince

Alasalone is I
for my love is far away
he speaks words
but yet he speaks none
he says he loves me
and proves he does not
oh how i wish to speak to him sweetly
aand whisper sweet nothings in his ear
oh how i cry when i go one day without him
oh how i dream of him in the night
does he love me, does he cry for i
do his dreams include me
oh how i wish for him, oh how i cry
i lie to him in saying i can live one more day without thee
i cant live another hour without him by my side
my love, my night,
my darian, my prince
i, ur fair madian, ur angel, ur pincess
is lost and alone without u by my side
without u to carry my away to the moonlight night
Krystal DrayGon
- Wednesday, October 11, 2000 at 06:02:36 (PDT)


My Angel Mother

All that I am, all that I hope to be

I owe my angel mother;

My hand she guided as I learned to write,

My feet she guided in the ways of right,

My hopes she cherished, like a flame of light,--

God bless her soul, God bless her memory,

Nancy, my angel mother.


Her weary hands are crumbled into dust,

But they shall live in leaves of forest trees;

Her tender heart may make sweet flowers I trust,

Heaven bless her soul, Earth bless her memories,

Nancy, my angel mother.

vote4me
- Wednesday, October 11, 2000 at 04:52:14 (PDT)


"Ode to Sunshine"

And of you fair maiden I ask?
Is your love enough
to provide my children with
matching Corvettes,
Jetskis,and Snowmobiles?

When we we're 14/15
and you talked me into stealing
the racecar out of my driveway
to cart your beautiful ass around the block
when it ran out of gas and we had to push it
halfway back
was'nt that romantic?

If I knew what I was doin'.
bootcamp of love
- Wednesday, October 11, 2000 at 02:51:41 (PDT)


Apologies on the "Him" thing to anyone who thought I was mistaken. In traditional religions, god is usually referred to as a "He", so that's what I put.
Somewhat Damaged
- Tuesday, October 10, 2000 at 21:48:47 (PDT)


she isnt coming back and i cannot do this alone anymore
i tried for two weeks when she was "sick" (in the head, but they dont know that)
and i started smoking
i know i know dont tell me the fucking detriments of it
but you cant cry and smoke at the same time
and i let him get close to me, he thinks hes using
me but i am him
i need something to pretend to love, i need it so bad
but i need to be in control, (thats why i cut myself, says the books anyway)
and so i have to hide from him and wait for another
jason scott james trent paul bobby thomas brandon
i hate them all
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 10, 2000 at 20:07:30 (PDT)


You're going out again tonight
and you'll end up getting tight
then when your money's gone
you'll come crawling home to me.

You'll think you're quite as a mouse
as you come stumbling through the house
and all you'll find is a note with these
parting words from me....

Many happy hangovers to you...
may your life be blessed
with more than a few.
Oh our love could never be
you want the bottle more than me...
Many happy hangovers to you.

When tomorrows sun comes up
you'll be sicker than a pup
and your bloodshot eyes
will look around for me.

But you'll find yourself alone
like the many nights I've known
with only these lonely walls
for company....

So...
Many happy hangovers to you
may your life be blessed
with more than a few.
Oh our love could never be
you want the bottle more than me...
So...
Many happy hangovers to you.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 10, 2000 at 18:39:39 (PDT)


"Evaluations"

Theres bones left in the alley
where the cats can't reach the mice
the fresh milks all turned sour
waiting for a clue or reason to vote
from the peepshow spie holes in the shower
inhaling cat piss with a fan
theres crows in the yard
picking at defeat
mixing medias secret cameras
trying to keep it inside
projecting vomit with your very own sattlelites
collecting reciepts not knowing what they're for
not being a veteran
no part of him died in any war
and I thought I was a man of peace
where did you get your ideals
the undergrounds out of reach
she was blonde like honey
couldnt fly or sing
politicized roads to nowhere
hate crimes for wishes
like lottery numbers in the chinese government
a rash rotting through seeds
returning glances back to yesterday
an empty lens lost postcard
now a new cancer blesses you for free
shes all mine a cartoon asset
coughing up a lung on her sleeve
the answer is bingo analyized
and a valentine is something you keep

they called wanting money
but there was only disposable humour content
not worth a spell
but mr. bojangles is dead
and work song woody retrieved
so its solved in some minds
its halloween so toilet paper the seat
the once removed scrub criticized
repeat flushing signs
I still cant afford to feed the telemarketing disease
I see the phone ringing
on the plate of I know you don't want to know me
but money is only greed
Written by Travis Ray Cole
CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE(C)2000
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net
Travis Ray Cole
- Tuesday, October 10, 2000 at 03:54:30 (PDT)


"Evaluations"

Theres bones left in the alley
where the cats can't reach the mice
the fresh milks all turned sour
waiting for a clue or reason to vote
from the peepshow spie holes in the shower
inhaling cat piss with a fan
theres crows in the yard
picking at defeat
mixing medias secret cameras
trying to keep it inside
projecting vomit with your very own sattlelites
collecting reciepts not knowing what they're for
not being a veteran
no part of him died in any war
and I thought I was a man of peace
where did you get your ideals
the undergrounds out of reach
she was blonde like honey
couldnt fly or sing
politicized roads to nowhere
hate crimes for wishes
like lottery numbers in the chinese government
a rash rotting through seeds
returning glances back to yesterday
an empty lens lost postcard
now a new cancer blesses you for free
shes all mine a cartoon asset
coughing up a lung on her sleeve
the answer is bingo analyized
and a valentine is something you keep

they called wanting money
but there was only disposable humour content
not worth a spell
but mr. bojangles is dead
and work song woody retrieved
so its solved in some minds
its halloween so toilet paper the seat
the once removed scrub criticized
repeat flushing signs
I still cant afford to feed the telemarketing disease
I see the phone ringing
on the plate of I know you don't want to know me
but money is only greed


























Travis Ray Cole
- Tuesday, October 10, 2000 at 03:46:24 (PDT)


who the fuck says its a man?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 10, 2000 at 03:25:38 (PDT)


"Sign up on welfare with me"

Come on,we really need
sign up
sign up on welfare with me
its your name with mine like a dream
well have the same caseworker you'll see
sign up on welfare with me
and they'll pay us more
the more we breed
sign up on welfare with me
welfare welfare baby
sign up on welfare with me
forget about catholic charities
the soup kitchen reserved a table for three
its a date
don't say I never take you places
welfare baby
thats where we'll be
together on welfare role
come on baby you gotta have soul
crack housing
list number three
take the link card to the liquor store
least you aint no street ho
its never enough
the labor board
its only temporary
sign up
on the bottom line
sell your blood if you got time
sign up on welfare with me
until we get approved
we'll just live in my old chevy
appointments after appointments
waiting in the lobby of the health department
we might catch a diesease
sign up on welfare with me
this way we'll get to eat
sign up on welfare with me
CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE(C)2000
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net

Travis Ray Cole
- Tuesday, October 10, 2000 at 00:09:29 (PDT)


Having a friend die wasn't good enough, was it? Having your "best friend" not even give a shit that you're upset and going to the mall to buy little plastic imitations of people on TV instead of coming to see you wasn't good enough, was it?

As if my day couldn't get any worse, my best friend just learned that she 4 weeks pregnant.

When it rains it fucking pours
Somewhat Damaged
- Monday, October 09, 2000 at 23:16:23 (PDT)


I just can't get over the fact that he's gone.

It's not even his death that upsets me -
I can't even remember the last time I saw him.
It's more that he was such a great person,
Sweet and caring and everything everyone wanted,
And now he's gone just because some guy can't drive.




I hate god. If you're even up there: FUCK YOU!!! You're a bastard. And none of that "He's in a better place," bullshit, either. Because that really doesn't help the people grieving here on earth does it? It doesn't make a goddamn bit of difference to those of us who actually have to deal with it. Fuck god, fuck jesus and religion and all of the feel-good-happy-"Love thy neighbor"-heaven-hell-crucifiction-he died for your sins bullshit. It's all bullshit.

I hate "Him".
Spaceboy I'll miss you spinning round my head
- Monday, October 09, 2000 at 19:40:31 (PDT)


down in the real street
not something a block long strip
in the middle of the wasteland of warehouses
keeping factories leaking
a strip in the middle of some trainyard
a dumping grounds for tomorrows yesterdays
concern packed up and moved away
down in the real street
real street where everything is temporary
and everything dies sooner or later
in a year all your friends are gone away
but to where do we roam
when you cant get out
the price takes it all
and the doorkeeper holds a sign saying closed
here it is real
where there is no home
but the city itself
where the is no help
except for an out of place smile on a face
in the outside
down where the money lies to those stuck in the bottomless pit

come on lets leave this place to our mothers and go down to where we belong
- Monday, October 09, 2000 at 15:15:51 (PDT)


and she's already grieving
and I come along and make things even worse!!!!

FUCKIN STUPID FATASS!!!!!!!!!!!

godammit!!!!!!!!!

I wanna call her, but she'll just hang up on me
So I guess I'll wait on her
I'll probably be waiting for a long time...or forever

well I'm gonna go lay in my bed and cry now
Anonymous
- Monday, October 09, 2000 at 15:13:24 (PDT)


I try so hard
and then I fuck up
AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN

I don't know what I'm gonna do

I'm such a dumbass
She probably won't forgive me for this one.......

Anonymous
- Monday, October 09, 2000 at 15:07:33 (PDT)


analyzed, criticized, or politicized
analyzed, criticized, or politicized
- Monday, October 09, 2000 at 12:43:48 (PDT)


analyzed, criticized, or politicized
therioes
- Monday, October 09, 2000 at 12:42:00 (PDT)


Ahhhhhhh skipping class

If only I could skip work!

ERRRRRRRR
and it's on a monday night!!!!!

DANG!
Slapass
- Monday, October 09, 2000 at 10:53:11 (PDT)


Why didn't I do this sooner?

Oh yeah I couldn't!

but I guess I had to literally get it beaten out of me!

When your best friend considers murdering you...it can really make a guy think about shit

but it's all better now...because I finally woke up!

Happy days are here again!
A grandmother who skins cats
- Sunday, October 08, 2000 at 23:26:31 (PDT)


Memories from years ago
Keep running through my mind
Feelings I can't resist
Feelings I thought I'd left behind

My days are sad and lonely
Nights only bring more dreams
I can't escape the way I feel
It's all so real to me

Her love I threw away
For what, I'll never know
It haunts me everyday
How much, she'll never know

Regrets are all I have now
No chance of ever "righting" a wrong
If only someone had warned me
If only I had known

I loved her then heart and soul
I love her now from afar
I guess I'll love her forever
But only in my heart.
Michael Parker
- Sunday, October 08, 2000 at 20:25:24 (PDT)


I ain't doing it
you are not him
wish you were thou
that way I would
wish you could meet
you would like him
that I am sure of


He was special in his own way
to look at him was to see love
his eyes were made of something
you rarely get to see everyday.

There was passion in that human
similar to that of my own desires
to imagine us together was real
In my arms, him, I was able to feel
the afterwarmth of sincere care and love

My breath each time he did take away
He moved with style and with grace
that could of been her name I'm not sure
In any case, my breath he stole without kissing my face.

I love him for that and always will
made up my mind that he'd be the one
His eyes told me everything about our son
he maintained his face over and over
he was even consistent with his composure

I studied his face when a chance to glimps
he was the impression and my mind made a copy
I placed him in my mind and in my heart
and from that day forward he became my hobby.

Is that love or me escaping my own reality
the one where I already have a life begun
that one is six, your seven, and he's two.
Don't Matter Does it, cause it's him not you.
DMD
- Sunday, October 08, 2000 at 13:57:04 (PDT)


why did i succomb only for his eyes?

Anonymous
- Saturday, October 07, 2000 at 23:27:30 (PDT)


Why does he have to have such nice goddamn shoulders
and hands
Do you know what this is doing to me


..."All the better to eat you with, Goldilocks.."


Eve
- Saturday, October 07, 2000 at 21:25:14 (PDT)


Yes, my dear ..that's what an orgasm does to you.
and it really doesn't take two.
- Saturday, October 07, 2000 at 20:28:54 (PDT)


like so many discarded shoes...
and shoe in french is fool moron
now what?
@#%$%^#$!!
eekaway36
- Saturday, October 07, 2000 at 10:15:03 (PDT)


Til Katta

Fullfilment is:

When you have the seldom pleasure, to make the kid understand his homework, making him understand the process and not just the result, that little self satisfying smile he gets when he understands, and you know he is thinking, Ha, that wasent that difficult.
-
Going down on your girl & hearing her come, feeling her body shake through your fingertips, that are completly imbeddet in her heart shaped ass, hearing that deep groan, her body going from cement to liquid flesh.
-
Being thrown to the other side of the bed, when you lay dominant on top, the look she gives while saying, lay down boy, now im gonna do you.The hard ride that continues a minute after you have come, emptying you to the last drop, leaving your mind lost in a sea of endorphines.
-
When your girl looks at you and you can see, that she beyond control disapperes behind her eyes, and at the same time you feel your self slip, into to the soft bliss of apathic unity, that the self lets go & becomes the soft & warm manifestation of the us.
-
That your girl loves you despite all the wrongs & drugs, you have forced upon the world and on your mind,
that she knowes every millimeter of your mind and body, of your dreams and hopes, of your demons and devils, and in sharering we overflowe.
-
When you on your finale day of your shit job, is waiting for your girl on the centralstation & she walks up to you, all pale and shaking, takes one step back and goes down on her knees and says, your the love of my life & i want you forever in my life, will you marry me?
-
You are my love, lover, Soulmate, Partner, Muse, Hope, Dream, Demon, Devil, God, Angel & what other names you go by, I am absorbed by you, I unfold by you, yes i will go through life with you, you are the delight of my life.

(sorry, but i cant help myself, every line turns into soft-porn and Glamour, a writers fuck, but its beyond control)
Zakai
- Friday, October 06, 2000 at 17:56:44 (PDT)


FIVE GALLON BUCKETS
By Sherry Stoll

Five gallon buckets are my husband's treasure
No other find gives him more pleasure

He can spot them discarded on the roadside
There isn't a bucket a weed can hide

With flashers on, be bobs and weaves
Dashing toward the bucket to retrieve

Nothing makes him smile more
Than to find another bucket to help him chore

Some buckets are covered in grime
Others have stories from time to time

Like the frosty bucket found at daylight
That didn't cause my husband much delight

He failed to look inside
The bucket by his side

With the warmth of the defrost came a smell
Something was wrong, he could tell

That's when the toilet paper caught his eyes
Along with another little surprise

But he wasn't about to be sidetracked
Until he found the bucket was cracked

It was sad, but he admitted defeat
From his bucket, he had to retreat

A little wiser, other buckets he'll find
Making sure they weren't used by someone's behind

(Copyright 2000 by Sherry Stoll)


Sherry Stoll
- Friday, October 06, 2000 at 03:17:40 (PDT)


at least for a little while
maybe i dont want to be anonymous either
- Thursday, October 05, 2000 at 19:45:21 (PDT)


U r not forgotten.......


A line that always inspires me to write
Krystal DrayGon
- Thursday, October 05, 2000 at 17:01:11 (PDT)


i have this horrible feeling she isnt coming back nomore
she aint coming back back back back
and i told her i loved her
(but not like THAT)
whats a boy to do? just be charming
and i will be too
UNfaithful
(i cant do this anymore,------)
..to you
bitter light fantastic
- Thursday, October 05, 2000 at 16:02:32 (PDT)


we pray that youll stay
but she just turns and walks into the sea
away...
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 05, 2000 at 15:58:55 (PDT)


The Raven
By Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."


Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.


And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."


Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.


Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.


Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."


Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.


Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."


Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."


But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."


Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."


But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."


"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."


"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."


"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."


And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted- nevermore!


nevermore

nevermore
- Thursday, October 05, 2000 at 13:12:25 (PDT)


what about jesus christ?
what about me
tard
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 05, 2000 at 13:11:02 (PDT)


come on edgar,grow up
just because you love something
dont mean we do
and this is a public forum and we dont want to hear
that shit
so if your not writing about how good the last thing
I shit out onto this page
please do not write at all
word nazi
- Thursday, October 05, 2000 at 12:33:15 (PDT)


come on edgar,Quit dragging on a melodramatic soap opera cycle publicly for everyone to see.Pick yourself up, people. C'mon, you have to admit, this is kinda lame, folks..try seeking some proffessional psychiatric help and I can plainly see that you use the same damn words
over and over again
listen up edgar
and everyone out there if you cant write more like myself{total shit} then dont bother writing at all
got it


word nazi
- Thursday, October 05, 2000 at 12:26:57 (PDT)


Golly edgar,
why dont you and lenore just do each other
and get it over with
Assholeright?
- Thursday, October 05, 2000 at 12:20:18 (PDT)


What about me?
WHAT ABOUT RAVEN!!!!!

So it is written and so it shall come to pass...

Quote the Raven
Nevermore...


Evenflow DDT
- Thursday, October 05, 2000 at 10:44:20 (PDT)


The Raven
By Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."


Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.


And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."


Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.


Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.


Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."


Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.


Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."


Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."


But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."


Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."


But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."


"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."


"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."


"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."


And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted- nevermore!


nevermore
- Thursday, October 05, 2000 at 02:59:16 (PDT)


I think this page is great
it is like the beach boys "pet sounds"
of our generation
this is my fave web page
how bout it
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 04, 2000 at 13:34:30 (PDT)


Hey Krystal and Micheal

Why don't you just Do each other?

That might solve it all!

Vegas has plenty of drive-thru wedding chapels!
Max Weinberg and the Max Weinberg 7
- Wednesday, October 04, 2000 at 00:50:41 (PDT)


"The Tropics in New York"

Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root,
Cocoa in pods and alligator pears,
And tangerines and mangoes and grapefruit,
Fit for the highest prize at parish fairs,
Set in the window, bringing memories
Of fruit-trees laden by low-singing rills,
And dewy dawns, and mystical blue skies
In benediction over nun-like hills.

My eyes grew dim and I could no more gaze;
A wave of longing through my body swept,
And, hungry for the old, familiar ways,
I turned aside and bowed my head and wept.
Claude McKay

"After the Winter"
Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning's white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night,
We'll turn our faces southward, love,
Toward the summer isle
Where bamboos spire to shafted grove
And wide-mouthed orchids smile.

And we will seek the quiet hill
Where towers the cotton tree,
And leaps the laughing crystal rill,
And works the droning bee.
And we will build a cottage there
Beside an open glade,
With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,
And ferns that never fade.
Claude McKay

"Heritage"
Now the dead past seems vividly alive,
And in this shining moment I can trace,
Down through the vista of the vanished years,
Your faun-like form, your fond elusive face.
And suddenly some secret spring's released,
And unawares a riddle is revealed,
And I can read like large, black-lettered print,
What seemed before a thing forever sealed.

I know the magic word, the graceful thought,
The song that fills me in my lucid hours,
The spirit's wine that thrills my body through,
And makes me music-drunk, are yours, all yours.

I cannot praise, for you have passed from praise,
I have no tinted thoughts to paint you true;
But I can feel and I can write the word;
The best of me is but the least of you.
Claude McKay


"Spring in New Hampshire"

Too green the springing April grass,
Too blue the silver-speckled sky,
For me to linger here, alas,
While happy winds go laughing by,
Wasting the golden hours indoors,
Washing windows and scrubbing floors.
Too wonderful the April night,
Too faintly sweet the first May flowers,
The stars too gloriously bright,
For me to spend the evening hours,
When fields are fresh and streams are leaping,
Wearied, exhausted, dully sleeping.
Claude McKay


"To O.E.A."
Your voice is the color of a robin's breast,
And there's a sweet sob in it like rain--still rain in the night.
Among the leaves of the trumpet-tree, close to his nest,
The pea-dove sings, and each note thrills me with strange delight
Like the words, wet with music, that well from your trembling throat.
I'm afraid of your eyes, they're so bold,
Searching me through, reading my thoughts, shining like gold.
But sometimes they are gentle and soft like the dew on the lips of the eucharis
Before the sun comes warm with his lover's kiss.
You are sea-foam, pure with the star's loveliness,
Not mortal, a flower, a fairy, too fair for the beauty-shorn earth.
All wonderful things, all beautiful things, gave of their wealth to your birth.
Oh I love you so much, not recking of passion, that I feel it is wrong!
But men will love you, flower, fairy, non-mortal spirit burdened with flesh,
Forever, life-long.
Claude McKay


"Song of the Moon"
The moonlight breaks upon the city's domes,
And falls along cemented steel and stone,
Upon the grayness of a million homes,
Lugubrious in unchanging monotone.
Upon the clothes behind the tenement,
That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines,
Linking each flat to each indifferent,
Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines.

There is no magic from your presence here,
Ho, moon, sad moon, tuck up your trailing robe,
Whose silver seems antique and so severe
Against the glow of one electric globe.

Go spill your beauty on the laughing faces
Of happy flowers that bloom a thousand hues,
Waiting on tiptoe in the wilding spaces,
To drink your wine mixed with sweet drafts of dews.
Claude McKay


"Harlem Shadows"
I hear the halting footsteps of a lass
In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall
Its veil. I see the shapes of girls who pass
To bend and barter at desire's call.
Ah, little dark girls who in slippered feet
Go prowling through the night from street to street!
Through the long night until the silver break
Of day the little gray feet know no rest;
Through the lone night until the last snow-flake
Has dropped from heaven upon the earth's white breast,
The dusky, half-clad girls of tired feet
Are trudging, thinly shod, from street to street.

Ah, stern harsh world, that in the wretched way
Of poverty, dishonor and disgrace,
Has pushed the timid little feet of clay,
The sacred brown feet of my fallen race!
Ah, heart of me, the weary, weary feet
In Harlem wandering from street to street.
Claude McKay


"America"
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth!
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength erect against her hate.
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time's unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.
Claude McKay

"White Houses"
Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the grace
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,
A chafing savage, down the decent street;
And passion rends my vitals as I pass,
Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass.
Oh, I must search for wisdom every hour,
Deep in my wrathful bosom sore and raw,
And find in it the superhuman power
To hold me to the letter of your law!
Oh, I must keep my heart inviolate
Against the potent poison of your hate.
Claude McKay


"If We Must Die"
If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
Claude McKay


"Baptism"
Into the furnace let me go alone;
Stay you without in terror of the heat.
I will go naked in--for thus ''tis sweet--
Into the weird depths of the hottest zone.
I will not quiver in the frailest bone,
You will not note a flicker of defeat;
My heart shall tremble not its fate to meet,
My mouth give utterance to any moan.
The yawning oven spits forth fiery spears;
Red aspish tongues shout wordlessly my name.
Desire destroys, consumes my mortal fears,
Transforming me into a shape of flame.
I will come out, back to your world of tears,
A stronger soul within a finer frame.
Claude McKay


"Russian Cathedral"
Bow down my soul in worship very low
And in the holy silences be lost.
Bow down before the marble man of woe,
Bow down before the singing angel host.
What jewelled glory fills my spirit's eye,
What golden grandeur moves the depths of me!
The soaring arches lift me up on high Taking my breath with their rare symmetry.
Bow down my soul and let the wondrous light
Of beauty bathe thee from her lofty throne,
Bow down before the wonder of man's might.
Bow down in worship, humble and alone;
Bow lowly down before the sacred sight
Of man's divinity alive in stone.
Claude McKay


"Flame-Heart"
So much have I forgotten in ten years,
So much in ten brief years! I have forgot
What time the purple apples come to juice,
And what month brings the shy forget-me-not.
I have forgot the special, startling season
Of the pimento's flowering and fruiting;
What time of year the ground doves brown the fields
And fill the noonday with their curious fluting.
I have forgotten much, but still remember
The poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December.
I still recall the honey-fever grass,
But cannot recollect the high days when
We rooted them out of the ping-wing path
To stop the mad bees in the rabbit pen.
I often try to think in what sweet month
The languid painted ladies used to dapple
The yellow by-road mazing from the main,
Sweet with the golden threads of the rose-apple.
I have forgotten--strange--but quite remember
The poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December.

What weeks, what months, what time of the mild year
We cheated school to have our fling at tops?
What days our wine-thrilled bodies pulsed with joy
Feasting upon blackberries in the copse?
Oh some I know! I have embalmed the days,
Even the sacred moments when we played,
All innocent of passion, uncorrupt,
At noon and evening in the flame-heart's shade.
We were so happy, happy, I remember,
Beneath the poinsettia's red in warm December.
Claude McKay
Claude McKay
- Wednesday, October 04, 2000 at 00:46:46 (PDT)


"oh shit"
he wrote again
and our lesbian narrator
is going to tear him a new asshole
a new asshole
a new asshole
our lesbian bulldyke castro-nixon
disfunctional director
is going to tear him a new asshole
for nobody can deny

hell
- Wednesday, October 04, 2000 at 00:36:09 (PDT)


To those it may concern.....
this is a public forum....and if I wish to write for all
to see....then as a defender of our right to "free" speech
so be it....you write, I write, we all write....
so if my poems offend you that I am so sorry for...but as was
told to me before...this is a public forum.
If you don't like my works..then for that I am greatful...I am
always open to other persons thoughts and ideals on my
works.
Oh and by the way...I am also a certified EMT-Basic in
Texas...

Michael Parker
- Tuesday, October 03, 2000 at 14:13:21 (PDT)


"I cant write"

I cant write and Im a loser critic too
I cant write
so I'll tell you how to
I cant write
what else is new
I cant write
HE/she cant write
except for pooh
narrate and tell real good advice to those that do
can not write
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 03, 2000 at 12:58:40 (PDT)


God, what is this? Don't you guys own a phone? "Oh, whoah is me, I'm dying, I'm dying..save me, I'm bleeding,I'm dying, feel sorry for me, please"
Just live. Just BE.Quit dragging on a melodramatic soap opera cycle publicly for everyone to see.Pick yourself up, people. C'mon, you have to admit, this is kinda lame, folks..try seeking some proffessional psychiatric help immediately, please.
Verse and prose helps, but not like medical attention can.


from experience
- Tuesday, October 03, 2000 at 10:45:04 (PDT)


To me you are the hand that I reach for
when I've lost my way
To me you are the first star of the evening
the sun that warms my day....

Just as sure as I'm sure there's a heaven
this was meant to be
No road is too long...just as long as you
belong to me.

To me you are the truth that I believe in
I believe in you
To me you are the love that I have looked for
my whole life through....

Just as sure as I'm sure there's a heaven
God knows this was meant to be
No road is too long...just as long as you
belong to me.

Michael Parker
- Tuesday, October 03, 2000 at 09:47:58 (PDT)


Krystal:

Have a little faith in me...
when the road gets dark and you can no longer see
let my love throw a little spark girl...
And have a little faith in me.

Have a little faith in me...
when the tears you cry is all you can believe
I will reach out with these loving arms...
If you'll have a little faih in me.

When your secert heart cannot speak so easily
I will help you with a whispered start...
If you'll have a little faith in me.

When you back's against the wall
look around and you will see
I will catch you when you fall...
If you'll have a little faith in me.


Michael Parker
- Tuesday, October 03, 2000 at 07:37:05 (PDT)


as i lay dieing in bed,
this is the perfect end to my perfect beginning
i hope i will die fast, i cant stand to much pain
but now i am unfeeling and i dont think i could ever get up again
i still have so many things to try
so many poeple to piss off in the world
y do i have to go now,
it is my own falt
i am the one lieing in my blood
because i was stupid and cut my own wrists
drove with a drunk in the car
i should have died so many a time
now one stupid thing is killing me now
that dumb ass driver ran me the heck over
and i lie in a pool of blood forcing my spirit to stay
i pray to the god whom i dont belive in
if i will live to say goodbye
to my boyfriend and my mother
to the friends i never had
why to do i die now, after all the stupid shit i did
this has got the be the 5th or 6th time
that i was to die,
maybe i this time i am but now i raally dont wanna die
i guess i am a hypocrite,
said i wasnt scared of death
but now that i am dieing
i am scared as shit
i lie in a pool of my own blood
this is the perfect end to my perfect beginning
Krystal DrayGon
- Tuesday, October 03, 2000 at 05:50:17 (PDT)


They Took A Part Of Me

I see the outstetched arm
of a dying friend
He clutched my hand
until the end.
I watched him take his last breath
then close his eyes in death.
Not a word was said
and when he left....
He took a part of me.

In a burned-out village
I sat down to eat my c's
A little girl came up to me
I knew her parents were dead
it's been a while since she's been fed.
She stared at my meal
I let her have her fill
she too a part of me....
She took a part of me.

I know it's been a long time
but I hear the echos from the line
They bring back memories you see
these thingsmstill live on in me.
I'm not what I use to be
they took a part of me....
They took a part of me.
Michael Parker
- Tuesday, October 03, 2000 at 03:58:44 (PDT)


I hope You Know I Love You

I see you falling and I hear you cry
Hang on I'm coming, I can't let you die
Bullets are flying but I don't really care
You'd come for me, so I'll soon be there
You know I love you, you know I care.

I see you crawling and I kew you'd come
Things are hazy, I'm feeling kind of numb
I can feel you, I'll try to say the words
My lips are heavy, I'm not sure you heard
You know I love you, you know I care.

In the twilight of the jungle
A solider's hands are red
Cradled in his arms is a solider
Nearly dead.
In their scared moment not a word
was said
But he heard his words through the
Tears he shed:
I hope you know I love you
I hope you know I care
You know I love you
You know I care.

I cannot help you, you're fading away
Your lips are moving but I can't hear
what you say
I can see you going and there, it's over now
I feel so helpless, how will I make it now
You know I love you, you know I care.

In the twilight of the jungle
A soliders hands are red
Cradled in his arms is a solider
Nearly dead.
In their sacred moment not a word
Was said
But he heard his words through the
Tears he shed:
I hope you know I love you
I hope you know I care
You know I love you
You know I care.

Michael Parker
- Tuesday, October 03, 2000 at 03:51:49 (PDT)


My kind of Town...Chicago!

OOOOOOOOH yeah Things are lookin' up!

Looks like Michael Jordan is no longer my favorite person from Chicago...well he's actually from North Carolina...but whatever!

I haven't smiled this much in over a year!

I'm a Cupcake!!!!!!!
Richard
- Tuesday, October 03, 2000 at 02:22:26 (PDT)


"Transparent Reflections"

Being the object of a side show good-bye
drawing near a close to a short time
that could only mean
there was something there in the first place
with as many yesterdays as history bothers to
calculate
could only bring the ending nearer as the free
give a rebirth to the dreams of waste

armed with lines premeditated
that would say whatever you want them to mean
while you still have nothing without your effort
a soul that lies unspoken
saying nothing
in an attempt to flush out death
into apathetic reasoning
killing it with a power moving the darkness
into a direction other than where
it burnt thru in the development phase

as with microscopic eyes
looking into the lens depicting the weakness
unmeasured by optic rays uncensored in
psychedelic resonated haze
encompassing the retina
freezing a look into memory

believing that a glance would last forever
and hide until morning the apologetic reasoning
that disappears with the dawn

how could one look for tomorrow
when there's music inside each day
when there's no answer from anything nothing
unsaid endings accumulate
when there's life in a world unknown
to the animal inside

they would breed fear into our society
with pain of guilt
a fear to feed upon
feed into
out of concern knowledge would be replaced
and run thru their blood
like spiders to crawl
upon us in a web of lies, a nest
where I place my head to take my sleep
and without this there is no point no laughter
in how the maker or our answer
when it's raining
should begin to record memory in fantasy
a moment chosen
worth more than blank space
when the new is washed into a pool of blended effects
when the wind takes the place of water
mistaken for rodents
chewing thru yesterdays museum of sounds
you try to replace
and a wave of loudness
overwhelms and evaporates
into an atmosphere clouded by warmth
and echoes back across the morning
taking more than it could ever replace.
Copyright{c}TRAVISRAYCOLE2000
- Monday, October 02, 2000 at 23:25:23 (PDT)


Hey "countryfux JR. and the end of the seasons"

Who's Gone?????
Anonymous
- Monday, October 02, 2000 at 22:18:55 (PDT)


Guess what my friends
guess what my fellow people
i have a statment to make to u
life is hard life it true
boys r boys, girls r girls
i can name quote after quote
i can name line after line
to say words that can be said like this
shut up and listen
stop trying to get laid
i must be blunt and tell u this
lifes a b!ch so live it well
drugs suck, so does being drunk
yea i did that that stuff
and guess where i am now
sitting on my computer on my lazy ass
wasteing my life away without a job or a life
so listen all and listen well
live life for u not for a boy or girl
live right or u may end up without life

Krystal DrayGon
- Monday, October 02, 2000 at 17:10:47 (PDT)


"Lonely"
tears fall down my face
in puddles on the floor
tears stream down my face as my mind begins to whirl,
my tears r from unhappyness
cause i am by myself in the wolrd
i have people that care but dont really know me
then r the ones who truly care about my life
but i am so confuzed
my tears make my blind
so i dont know who is true
tears fall in puddles down my lonley face
i have no love to hold me close at night
i have no one to keep me safe from cold,
i want someone to care about me
and call me when i am alone
i want someone to rememer
the day he saw my face
and tell me i looked like and angel
but he knows me to well to think
that i am truly an angel, i am more of a freak
but no matter how much of a freak or a little bitch
he will still love me, just cause i am me
he will still kiss me
if my hair was blue purple or green
me would still hold me,
if i was as sick as a dog or dieing
tears stream down my face
as a drow a picture of him
he has no face~~not yet
for there is no man like this
cause i am lonely now
and it feels like i always will be
Krystal DrayGon
- Monday, October 02, 2000 at 17:03:01 (PDT)


"left me this time for good"
{I think}

I'm digging it
because she left me and a 12 pack in the fridge but
I think I need her to help me find the remote
and theres no one going to feed the goats in the morn
theres noone that cares no
theres no one going to clean the stalls out
even though
yeah even though
its just making a lot of little piles
into one big pile

but now shes gone
I'm all on my own
and her mother keeps calling
and saying even more groovy shit
I cant stand it
I put the chickens in the rain
and them eggs in the freezer
Im going into town
where the livin is easier
I broke up her best fiddle
and burnt what was left of it
run over the sattlite
because she pretended it was jesus

all because I danced with her sister
at the hootanany last august
in the back of the camaro

shes gone and so is the ani difranco discs
I paid for
shes gone and the cats aint comin in that door

theres a man on the bus
worse off than us
so he was born nuts but he wants to someday work for the space program
after he learnt the spelling of his name

and we can play e minor when we want to
we aint gotta listen to you

all yous hillbillys put your hands in the air
{COWBELL SOLO}

Shes gone
long gone
and aint nobody gonna hang up the wash no more
my overalls do smell
and the goats aint been fed
I can tell cause theys chewed through the
phone lines ending my puter transmissions to you.


countryfux JR. and the end of the seasons.
- Monday, October 02, 2000 at 14:01:50 (PDT)


The time has come my friends..the poet has struck again
here's another verse..for all of you to cruse....

Once in a lifttime the right love comes by
and with no rhyme or reason you never know why
you wake-up one morning and nothings the same for you.

The kisses tatse sweeter, the touch just feels right
you rush through the morning to get to the night
then we're together and it takes your breath away....

So hold on to your heart and lets think forever
right from the start
But love's not forever...it's just for the rest of
our lives.

You're not my first love but you'll be my last
I give you my future, forgive me my past
and I know in my heart that this is what I want to do.

If I had one life and one love, there'd be one dream
for the two of us
'cause God as my witness whatever you do, don't change
a thing because; I love, loving you....

And as God as my witness...I'll give you all of my love.

So hold on to your heart now girl....
don't you know this felt good from the start
'cause God as my witness I promise you
I'll be here beside you whatever you do.

And as God as my witness....
I'll give you all of my love.

We're still here Krystal...never far away...see you later
if not today.
Michael
- Monday, October 02, 2000 at 07:45:00 (PDT)


"now youve done it"

you keep sending me this crap
and my wife thinks your a real hot babe
and we got it going on

shes put a sign up at the gas station
to sell the television and my lifes a living hell

I dont think sunshine will ever get over it
as long as you keep sending me crap

I have'nt ate a real meal in weeks
she blacked both my eyes with that one
ty kwon do lesson
today she rented "the burning bed"
and broke up my bob seeger cd
{the one with her strut on it}

dear crabby whatll I do
mamas teachin her to cook vittles better
so she'll get a better man
and tellin her things like she told my other wife
to go out on me
she can do better

theres a real nasty looking ho down on the strip
but she dont look like sunshine a'tall
I wonder if she can get a better man than that guy directing her like traffic
she sure smokes a lot too.
I cant afford to feed her even though she looks anirexic and dying of aids
I cant afford to feed you or GOD NEITHER
can I get a witness?
electronic eye
- Monday, October 02, 2000 at 01:33:19 (PDT)


NEXT
NEXT PLEASE.
NEXT
Don't call us
- Monday, October 02, 2000 at 00:39:37 (PDT)


I try to tell you this, because as an artist I think you'll understand. Sometimes when I'm driving down the road at night, I see two headlights flash. I swerve to the line and swallow broken glass. I lay and I see two headlights flashing in the falling gasoline. "Annie Hall" adlib. From the Jawbreaker album Dear You.
Dave
- Sunday, October 01, 2000 at 22:39:20 (PDT)


oh now miss krystal, you dont like now the ramblings of two people back and forth to each other--remember you and michael? or have you forgotten your little spat not few weeks back.??? the world does not revolve around you and your life, you pretentious snivveling buffoon.
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 01, 2000 at 17:13:41 (PDT)


like I said...fucking 12 year olds.
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 01, 2000 at 12:07:23 (PDT)


Why is my mind filled with darkness???

there's no hope anymore...If I said I was depressed...I'd feel like a poser...but if everyone just knew how bad I feel...they'd understand

I don't have any motivation, so I guess I'm just gonna be the best Stockboy I can be...at least I can do good at something...no I'll probably fuck that up too


I'm not touching another drop of Alcohol until I get straitened out...which will probably never happen

Remember kids...Drugs and Alcohol are bad
but only if you fall apart and cry like a little bitch when you use them.
Rich
- Sunday, October 01, 2000 at 10:13:05 (PDT)


Aiight this is SO lame,
i admit a little anger does halp a poet to write (i am really really sorry i am not writeing a poem but i need to say this) but this little love thang the Mad Hatter and the Cheshire Cat got goin is messed up,
this is NOT alice and wonderland mixed with Jerry springer stuck together,that would just be a really bad trip. So give it up u guys and dont us ur anger to wwrite about each otehr, use it to write beutiful poetry that i know u both can make (i hope u can make great poetry Mad Hatter) Thank u!!!
Krystal DrayGon......U can e-mail me u guys i would love to hear comments
- Sunday, October 01, 2000 at 09:20:34 (PDT)


little little Cheshire Cat
how stupid is thee
i the hatter o so mad
has found u very sad,
cant thee take a joke like this,
sweety my mind needed a poem, to write and rhyme
and found it fun to mess with ur mind
to have u think u had a great chick like i
and maybe have a chanse to even look at me
i write this poem for 2 resons this:
1. u were mean in the words u said
2. u have an ego the size of manhatten
so little little Cheshire Cat
who thinks u r so fine
in ur next "cute" little rhyme
rememeber me and rememeber this
the Mad Hatter it the biggest b*ch

Mad Hatter
- Sunday, October 01, 2000 at 09:13:46 (PDT)


little little Cheshire Cat
how stupid is thee
i the hatter o so mad
has found u very sad,
cant thee take a joke like this,
sweety my mind needed a poem, to write and rhyme
and found it fund to mess with ur mind
to have u think u had a great chick like i
and maybe have a chanse to even look at me
i write this poem for 2 resons this:
1. u were mean in the words u said
2. u have an ego the size of manhatten
so little little Cheshire Cat
who thinks u r so fine
in ur next "cute" little rhyme
rememeber me and rememeber this
the Mad Hatter it the biggest b*ch

Mad Hatter
- Sunday, October 01, 2000 at 09:12:42 (PDT)


Hatter hatter quite so mad
I hate to make you oh so sad
but your chances are rather meek
to be with this cat oh so sleek
your naught but a stupid bird
what you speak is so absurd
April is my love, my heart
and your words are just an annoying fart
so to the rules of ettiquete be true
and don't embarass you
so take my advice you muttly pup
just shut up.

Cheshire Cat
- Sunday, October 01, 2000 at 02:33:38 (PDT)


"Medicate"
by
Travis Ray Cole


Put the medicine in you
put the medicine in it
put the medicine in your mind
put the medicine in it
put the medicine in you
put the medicine in your
Put the medicine in you
put the medicine in it
put the medicine in your mind
put the medicine in it
put the medicine in you
put the medicine in your
look

CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE(C)2000
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net

there is a cure
- Sunday, October 01, 2000 at 02:09:19 (PDT)


NEXT
Please
- Sunday, October 01, 2000 at 01:54:30 (PDT)


NEXT
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 01, 2000 at 01:52:28 (PDT)


.."Right on time, you get closer and closer
call my name, there's no way in
Use that fame
rent your wife and kids today
Yeah maybe she will, I said maybe she WILL
Caught a lite sneeze dreamed a little dream
made my own pretty hate machine.."

3:26-2:50
~Tori

sure did
Eve
- Saturday, September 30, 2000 at 10:10:00 (PDT)


Geez what the fuck is this? Is everyone in this damn place 12 years old?
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 30, 2000 at 09:30:21 (PDT)


little little Cheshire Cat,
how could u understand,
u r in love with jayme,
and i am in love with thee,
how sweet how kind,
how cute is ur little rhymes,
little little Cheshire Cat,
u have stolen my hart,
but u have ripped me apart,
telling us all the time,
this girl u love is so devine,
april hunny i'll tell u this lady fine,
i will make the cheshire cat mine,
little little Cheshire Cat,
i am the Mad Hatter,
whom loves the cat so true.
Anonymous
- Friday, September 29, 2000 at 11:01:36 (PDT)


Sobriety is killing me.
Frances falls,
I'm losing the shine.
I'm in love with oblivion.
This time in trying I might have slipped,
God, these times are trying.
My heart is so filled with love for all of you,
all of those who cared.
( I shouldn't have to mention names)
I got the message.
I was a little more fucked up than those who noticed me thought.
I held it together for as long as my little heart could.
Please remember me for my heart that cried for others
and
for my music that cried for us all.
Think of how my guitar resonated and how my
voice cracked and hurt.
It made strangers sniffle and smile.
......... and think of their life.
Think of how my guiitar resonated,
that's how my heart fell,
broken and cracked.
Too much sound for too little substence,
It broke.
I just got tired.
They say that everyone who is looking for beauty,
is really looking for love.
I say that everyone who is looking for love
is looking for something to love.
Sometimes, it's hard to make it through the night.
Sometimes it's hard to fight your way into sleep.
Sometimes it's hard to fight.
Sometimes it's hard to fight to love.
Sometimes it's hard to love.
It's almost always hard,
Love.


Dave
- Thursday, September 28, 2000 at 20:49:36 (PDT)


when i kissed her
i smelled him in
her clothes
me
- Thursday, September 28, 2000 at 19:34:13 (PDT)


same song second VERSE
little bit identical (to the rest)
a fuckload WORSE
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 28, 2000 at 19:32:42 (PDT)


pulse quickened
leaving me dizzy, fled
the room before him
came back came back came back
came
he knew

chameleon
- Thursday, September 28, 2000 at 19:28:45 (PDT)


"Verses"

First Verse
Second Verse
First Verse Again

First Verse
Second Verse
First Verse Again

First Verse
Second Verse
First Verse Again

First Verse
Second Verse
First Verse Again

First Verse
Second Verse
First Verse Again
Travis Ray Cole
- Thursday, September 28, 2000 at 01:23:32 (PDT)


"2000"
by
Travis Ray Cole


They don't pay the farmer not to grow the crop these days
theres seventy homes where the farm used to be
and seventy more instead of the farm across the street

If you dont reap what you sow and the land wont grow
until its all sold and everywheres a road
and theres no air to breathe because nothings free
and population which was never ours
is overflowing into your own backyard
with closed bomb shelters we'll never call home

they don't pay the farmer not to grow the crop these days
theres seventy homes where the farm used to be
and seventy more instead of the farm across the street

the war is ours the world is gone
give away the stockpiles
to feed the dog


CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE(C)2000

Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net
oeoeoe@usa.net
- Thursday, September 28, 2000 at 01:21:19 (PDT)


Ladies and Gentleman
I am sorry to say our lovley narrator
has no mental health worker certificate
Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 27, 2000 at 22:38:50 (PDT)


She is Like the Weather
(melissa)

He is like my house
(Patrick)

I am like a small arabian boy who has a fetish with hand washing in a water shortage
(jayme)


Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 27, 2000 at 21:23:26 (PDT)


HEY HEY HEY
don't do that god damnit
I DIDN'T RIGHT THAT
I AM ME NOT HIM
WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT
REMEMBER THIS IS A POETRY SIGHT
I WAS SIMPLY EXPRESSING MYSELF
ANYWAY
WHY WOULD MY BITCH-ASS BROTHER HAVE ANYTHING AGAINS'T FAT CHICKS?

WOOTANG
- Wednesday, September 27, 2000 at 15:42:13 (PDT)


I AM MATTHEW WOOTEN
DON'T WANT TO BE CONFUSED WITH MY BITCH-ASS BROTHER
WOO TANG
- Wednesday, September 27, 2000 at 10:39:23 (PDT)


theres a new gestopo in town
Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 27, 2000 at 10:10:24 (PDT)


I step out and when I come back Pandora's Box is a war zone! OK a few things that I feel must be said, A) Parker has a point you can act as bad as you want in front of your computer but that just makes you more the bitch in real life. B) Parker is just a bitch as anyone else thanks to his wonderful words "BRING IT ON MY FRIEND." C) Wooten is still as much poet as the warts on his ass. D) This is a poetry site and that means you write poetry. The only reason I'm writing this in non-poetry form is because I want everyone to understand it. So please people if you have something to write, write it, but leave your god damned egos at the door. Oh and Parker, it's wonderful that you feel that way for Krystal or Crystal or whatever and I feel the same way about April so I don't care what you write. If it gets old I won't read it anymore.


Cheshire Cat
- Wednesday, September 27, 2000 at 07:32:45 (PDT)


we washed our dirty soles in the creek behind my house
tracking mud
gathered
from the boy next door's backyard
no ivory safeguards could clean
the traces left behind
'mrs. porter and her daughter
washed their feet in soda water'
filth

jacob
- Tuesday, September 26, 2000 at 18:16:21 (PDT)


FAT UGLY WHORE
SITTING IN MY WINDOW
COOTER
SMELLS LIKE FLOWERS
THANKYOU VERY MUCH MISTER ROBOTO
OR COME SAIL AWAY OW FAT CHICK
GIMMY A J
I AM THE MAN
ANARCHY SUCKS
JUST LIKE HER
GOTHIC PEOPLE ROCK


P.S. THIS IS WHAT IT WOULD LOOK LIKE WITH NO Q OR R
THANX MITCH


WOOTANG
- Tuesday, September 26, 2000 at 17:37:15 (PDT)


The Miracle of Friendship

There's a miracle called friendship
that dwell's in the heart,
and you don't know how it happens
or where it gets its start.
But the happiness
it brings you
always gives
a special lift,
and you realize
that friendship
is God's most
precious gift.
Michael Parker
- Tuesday, September 26, 2000 at 12:54:10 (PDT)


My prayer for each and everyone of you:

When you're lonely
I wish you love
When you're down
I wish you joy
When you're troubled
I wish you peace
When things are complicated
I wish you simple beauty
When things are chaotic
I wish you inner silence
When things look empty
I wish you hope.


Michael Parker
- Tuesday, September 26, 2000 at 12:48:14 (PDT)


Guardian Angel

God has sent a
guardian angel
To protect and
watch over you;
To gently guide you
with loving hands
That are strong
and steady and true.

An angel to keep you from stumbling
And from being in harm's way;
To walk closely by your side
Each and every day.

Michael
- Tuesday, September 26, 2000 at 12:41:47 (PDT)


Happy Easter!
Jane
- Tuesday, September 26, 2000 at 10:20:44 (PDT)


forums, people, forums. this is a public forum, yes. still we grow annoyed with the same shit again again again...
the best, dear michal? read Eliot--you are self-deluded.
do not ask for feedback on your poems if you do not really want to hear any...or if you feel that anyone not agreeing with you that you are the best is stupid/blind/etc...

EMT
- Tuesday, September 26, 2000 at 06:19:49 (PDT)


Demon Seed
by
Travis Ray Cole


I wanna bite the apple,I wanna kill the snake
I wanna skin him alive for heavens sake
I wanna bite the apple,spit out the seed
cause the lord knows I'm the demon seed
in revelations or on page one
when he comes calling the deed is done
I wanna eat the apple,I got the hunger and need
for the taste of Eve the morning brings
I wanna bite the apple,kill the snake
take all the blame,it's not her mistake
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
hunger n needz
burn the snake kill the diease
rot in hell if god bleeds
Written by Travis Ray Cole
oeoeoe@usa.net
- Monday, September 25, 2000 at 23:15:22 (PDT)


Under cover floating devices and performance plumbing
moving so far away from the problem,problem
smelling like a dozen dead animals
all within one eclipse of your libary
with thier sunlight shining down into hyperspace lies
and files of greed

he wanted only to hold you
you the only one he could relive his
dream of reclussive denial
hiding from them even if they were nowhere
within reach
closing closed windows
triggering lies about every moment left
to you he runs and wished to hold
spitting me out just so you can swallow it again
like it was the forth of july in our hearts
and you only do I rip away the prettiness of the nylon
lies and patterns in my heart
with a mirrage over flowwing into us
a love so bizarre it could only cotain our lustful
lies into dream
sleep could not escape the thought off sliding into
the heart of your love meeting me with every
thrust or careless toss of words
as I cup the warmth of your heat holding all
it could ever mean to walk away from everything
only to love your lies inside and at the end
I turn to you to spill my emotion
wherever you do not wish it to be
but it is yours now.
I still love you only the thought of you


Why just the day before,

I tip the clocks hand
ripping the motor back
the ten times I thought of you
it made my heart six strings away
he ran thru barbed wire
tuputine stained mirrors fogged with emotion
how the camara reached
from the corner and loved me
this is not what I wanted
or expected
with stolen cadlliac yesterdays
and brand new tomorrows
forcing me to piss on moths in the pit
and lie to your mother.

Travis Ray Cole
Travis Ray Cole
Travis Ray Cole
Travis Ray Cole
Travis Ray Cole
oeoeoe@usa.net
- Monday, September 25, 2000 at 23:09:29 (PDT)


Michael
I don't blame you for feeling really close to Crystal and wanting to write poems for her
I've found myself in the same situation before
So write all you want to
but some people just get annoyed hearing about the same thing over and over again
and you can't blame them
but this board is a free speech place so write whatever the fuck you want
I'm sure Crystal is a wonderful person
but others are gonna keep getting pissed and writing negative shit
and they have that right
So I wouldn't worry about it dude
Anonymous
- Monday, September 25, 2000 at 22:28:37 (PDT)


This is to the cowards
who behind a computer sit
you're dumb,blind and just plain stupid

You pick on someone you don't know
please my "friend" grow-up
and don't act the "size" of your small little toe!

You a poet!!!...you might try
but come-on "friend"...your work is sick
let it all stop why don't you let it end??

This is to all you so "called" big and bad poets
talking to Krystal my dear sweet friend
if you want someone to pick on
"THEN BRING IT ON MY FRIEND"
I'd said it once and I'll say it again....
I'm the best there's ever been


Krystal: no matter what they may think or say....
I'm still here for you unti my last days....


you know who this is
- Monday, September 25, 2000 at 17:17:33 (PDT)


Miss Krystal-- maybe you write from the "hart"
(a small red deer, btw)
but you did ask the audience for their thoughts...
and they cannot be faulted for expressing what they think, you know. Everyone's minds work differently.

EMT
- Monday, September 25, 2000 at 16:06:28 (PDT)


why? because im a loser is all.
toby
- Monday, September 25, 2000 at 16:03:07 (PDT)


"Nothings ever good enough,is it?"

Dear Nobody,
I like your work. Unfortunately,
we only accept poetry for our Toilet Bowl
anthology, and it has to be submitted
through the mail as per the
guidelines on the site.Listen to Elvis' Greatest
hits for direction. If you have any work
you'd like to send our way,
I'd be happy to consider it.

Best,
Editor
http://www.Tardout.com/
Editor & chief
- Monday, September 25, 2000 at 13:57:55 (PDT)


i may not write like a world class poet,
but my words r more true then true,
To my friend Michael i say to u,
i found in u a friend to stand as close as he can,
to the anynomous one who says harsh words,
to u my dear just remember this,
my writeing is true and from my hart,
all poetry is butiful if its from the soul,
to the cheshire cat whom writes in rhymes,
may u have the love of whom u ask,
and thank u for the prise u give my writeing,
This is a place, though only a web site,
that u can come and get the truth,
Eve, i dont know u at all,
but ur words r so strong,
u influense us all,
thank u all for ur crtisizam,
and i will remember u as people who r true,
may u live long and happy,
may ur writeing prosper
and let ur dreams come true
Krystal DrayGon........if u cant reach me at the addyress giveing reach me at.....Devilwblakdress9@aol.com
- Monday, September 25, 2000 at 06:57:58 (PDT)


Wheres Nibbor?
Anonymous
- Monday, September 25, 2000 at 04:07:44 (PDT)


My dear benny boy,
I over explain?
My god I never knew
I mean you didnt bring it to my attention
eight thousand times or anything.
I miss you poopy shit head

Anonymous
- Sunday, September 24, 2000 at 18:38:15 (PDT)


In an accordion (II)
Hey now
at least we're civil
and you want me to cheapen
RIGHT AGAINwrite againWRITE again
never thought you'd ponder perpetual motion
within the tacit introspection
I wish you'd share
cheapen your advances
slack me the guards for once and
LET ME IN
dropped the music box on it's lip
turned aside and bent your rim

AND.HUNG.HIS.HEAD.WITH.PRIDEPRIDEPRIDEPRIDE DEpride
AND.HUNG.HIS.HAT.TO.DRYDRY
(dry)
and now
what you are?
what you are?
what you are?
a lonesome cherry to a pickle
and only just drawing the draperies yet
awake and no brites
stopgap starlites
find me the BIG picture bright

love is not the word
your heart IS this world

Eve
- Saturday, September 23, 2000 at 19:36:22 (PDT)


When you've hitched every highway
And rode all the rails
You're no longer afraid of the dark
You get tougher than leather and harder than nails
When you've earned all the scars on your heart

Hobos and heros, bankers and bums
In some ways we're all the same
We all have to pay for the deeds that we've done
And wind up just dragging those chains....

Life paints a picture that time can't erase
Sometimes it cuts like a knife
Sooner or later one way or another
We all wear the tattoos of life.

The glory of living
Is just running the race
Not whether you win or you fail
The lines like a road map
Will show on your face
And your eyes tell the rest of the tale.
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 23, 2000 at 18:39:03 (PDT)


Some get high on life and money, but there's an escape...
Drop out of the race

Your trust is in Whiskey and Weed and Black Sabbath

It's Godamn Electric



Revolution is my name
- Saturday, September 23, 2000 at 15:13:41 (PDT)


to michael and his little friend crystal:

Your poetry is the literary equivalent of the nightmares one might suffer
after eating a bad curry. The subject matter is melodramatic, the rhyme bad,
and the rhythm, or rather lack thereof, too inane to contemplate. Your
talentless, masturbatory, drivel is an offense to anyone with even mediocre
taste in literature, prose or poetry. Your lack of future in any literary
field is assured.


Anonymous
- Saturday, September 23, 2000 at 14:57:09 (PDT)


michael, cher, i in fact did place my mail address, you blind 'idiot'. i am just euh, questioning the non-existing quality there. krystal, cher, i suggest a nouveau hobby. what has this happened to great poets like eve, zoviet, jacob? why do they not write here anymore?
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 23, 2000 at 14:30:22 (PDT)


"Walk A Little Plainer, Daddy"

"Walk a little plainer, Daddy,"
said a little child so small. 'I'm following
in your footsteps, and I don't want to fall.
Sometimes your steps are very plain, sometimes
they are hard to see; so walk a little plainer,
Daddy, for you are leading me. I know that once
you walked this way many years ago; and what you
did along the way, I'd really like to know.
For sometimes when I am tempted, I don't know
what to do; so walk a little plainer, Daddy, for
I must follow you.
Someday when I'm grown up, you are like I want to
be; then I will have a little child who will want
to follow me.
And I would want to lead just right, and know that
I was true; so walk a little plainer, Daddy, for I
must follow you.

(C) J-Mar& Associates Waco, Texas
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 23, 2000 at 11:31:03 (PDT)


This goes out to all you guys who need a little pointer
about girls now days...

Talk To Her Heart

Boys we're living in a brave new world
Let me tell you what I've learned about girls
In this age of high tech and state of art
When it comes to love....
You've still gotta talk to her heart.

She can have a college degree
MBA or a PH.D.
She can be strong and she can be smart
But when it comes to love....
You've still gotta talk to her heart.

You've got to be honest you've got to be real
You've got to tell her how you really feel
Don't talk about fishin' don't talk about cars
Talk about the moon and talk about the stars
Tell her she's beautiful just talk to her heart.

Well there's been a lot of changes since time began
But nothing's changed between a woman and a man
It's how things were it's how things are
When it comes to love....
Remember.... you've still got to talk to her heart.

Michael Parker
- Saturday, September 23, 2000 at 08:38:03 (PDT)


Krystal, Krystal can't you see
Just how much you mean to me.
I need to hear from you at least
Once a day
Just so I'll know
That you have'nt gone away.

Other friends you have
May not be so true
But I promised
I'd always be here
Just for you.

So, if you write
Or if you call
Remember this above it all....

If you need me
I'll be right here
When you think
No one cares....

For you see
It's true....

God made you for me
And me for you.



Michael Parker
- Saturday, September 23, 2000 at 04:38:51 (PDT)


He doesn't love me because I freaked out
And because he saw her.
I'm not upset because of his feelings
I'm upset because of his reasons.
He's known about this all along
And he's just now realizing that it wouldn't work?
I'm always so fucking confused.



As a side note, why is it that internet abbreviations have degraded the human race to the point of shortening simple, three letter words such as YOU?
Have people actually become spoiled to the point of not being able to write out an entire word anymore?


And why are people on this site suddenly looking for the approval of others with their poems? You should take pride in the things you write without having to make sure everyone else likes it too. That's the whole point of poetry in the first place.
Somewhat Damaged
- Friday, September 22, 2000 at 21:53:43 (PDT)


Oh Dear Mary how I miss you so
When I put on my Spiderman suit I feel your love
As I swing through the buildings my Spider-sense kicks in and I begin to miss you so
Too bad you died in that one issue, but I still love you!
Well I gotta go save New York from Dr. Octopus again



This is for my dear friend Mary, Email me girl!
Venom_is_mean_and_the_green_goblin_is_a_bastard@hotmail.com
Peter Parker
- Friday, September 22, 2000 at 18:52:58 (PDT)


Oh Dear Mary how I miss you so
When I put on my Spiderman suit I feel your love
As I swing through the buildings my Spider-sense kicks in and I begin to miss you so
Too bad you died in that one issue, but I still love you!
Well I gotta go save New York from Dr. Octopus again



This is for my dear friend Mary, Email me girl!
Venom_is_mean_and_the_green_goblin_is_a_bastard@hotmail.com
Peter Parker
- Friday, September 22, 2000 at 18:50:49 (PDT)


I'd Fight The World(before I'd let you go)

I don't care what anybody thinks of me
for my pride is gone and here I am on bended knees
I only know I need you and I love you so
and I would gladly stand and fight the world
before I would ever let you go....

I would gladly beg or steal, I'd borrow
I'd turn my back on everyone I know
I would do these things with no fear of tomorrow
and I would gladly stand and fight the world
before I would ever let you go.

Yes, I've heard them talking about me loving you
like I do
and their all saying things like
"no one should love anyone as much as I love you"

But I don't care if the world stops, the sun explodes,
or the moon turns to ashes.....
'Cause I'd gladly stand and fight the world before...
before I'd ever let you go!


This goes to my dearest friend Krystal and I hope you
enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it for you!!

Michael Parker
- Friday, September 22, 2000 at 18:15:01 (PDT)


Why are some people so stupid and dumb
When they open their mouth nothing smart comes
Keep your ingorance to yourself
Don't put it up like a book on a shelf
So everyone else can see
Just how dumb and stupid you are
And believe me
The only problem you have.....

Is that youre not as good as me!

This goes to the person talking about my friend Krystal
you're so scared...you won't even put your e-mail addy
for anyone to write you.

Michael Parker
- Friday, September 22, 2000 at 17:48:00 (PDT)


Why are some people so stupid and dumb
When they open their mouth nothing smart comes
Keep your ingorance to yourself
Don't put it up like a book on a shelf
So everyone else can see
Just how dumb and stupid you are
And believe me
The only problem you have.....

Is that youre not as good as me!

This goes to the person talking about my friend Krystal
you're so scared...you won't even put your e-mail addy
for anyone to write you.

Michael Parker
- Friday, September 22, 2000 at 17:47:27 (PDT)


look, cher, noone cares for krystal and michael--non?
this illbegotten jouer, it is how shall i say, stifling and trs annoying?
allez, and write these letters of love--the bad poems--to yourselfs on your own time.
and the travis ray cole person, ferme your mouths.
Anonymous
- Friday, September 22, 2000 at 16:08:46 (PDT)


Here is a simple one.....

Roses are red
Violets are blue
But oh my God Krystal
How I miss you.

Say girl...you can e-mail me at mike_p_76634@yahoo.com

Michael Parker
- Friday, September 22, 2000 at 15:11:10 (PDT)


I'll Always Have Denver

Our weekend in Atlanta was a total disaster
We argued and you caught the first plane home
So we made up and went to Memphis
But there was'nt any difference
We were there together but still alone.

We tried a beach in Texas a casino in Las Vegas
Once we even tried Niagara Falls
But your world and mine collided
And one day you decided
We were'nt made for each other after all....

But I'll always have Denver and that summer
To remember
Moonlight in the Rockies and starlight in your eyes
On a mountaintop together we pledged our love forever
There's nothing that could ever take from me
What I remember....
I'll always have Denver.

How could a love so warm and tender grow so cold
And bitter
How could all I gave not be enough
Staring at the celing it's a painful empty feeling
I don't have you and I don't have your love....

But I'll always have Denver and that summer
To remember....
There's nothing that could ever take from me
What I remember....

Because I'll always have Denver.

This is dedicated to my (Angel) Krystal and remember I'm
always going to be here for you...no matter what!!

Anonymous
- Friday, September 22, 2000 at 13:15:29 (PDT)


If i had answers i would know it all
please tell em things i never knew before
tell my why, why is had to be me,
tell me how come so many things change
i want to be little and have all my friends again
i dont want to know that people go to die anddont come back forever
i dont want to know the things i know
i want the answers to why it is this way
how come there is drugs
how come my daddy beat me
how come my mommy cries at night
how come my friend commited suicude
when does it end,
how do i go back
tell me the answers
the answers to life
i want to know answers to all life questions
can i go back and fix it all
can i go back to try again
i screwed up my life and i want to try again
can tell me the answers to all lifes questions?

This is to my great friend Michael Parker, i miss u alot and i hope u r doin great

Krystal DrayGon.........Please e-mail me and tell me how my poems are
- Friday, September 22, 2000 at 11:43:18 (PDT)


"Her Answer"

Why because I'm independent?
Anonymous
- Friday, September 22, 2000 at 07:47:19 (PDT)


uugghh..it's so gross and ugly now
why couldn't things just have stayed the same?
Anonymous
- Friday, September 22, 2000 at 07:06:11 (PDT)


"Sleeping in the Basement doorway"

If I open the door outside
the air is not like this
I'm sleeping in the basement doorway
broken glass in my mind,hands,and head
I wish I was back in the city
cause this ain't noway to live
I'm sleeping in the basement doorway
because thats just how it is
I ain't got nothing better
at least a cartoons not where I live
so I sleep at night because I'm tired of this
I'm sleeping in the basement doorway
I'd just like to forget about this
a long long way away from it
I'm sleeping in the basement doorway
Written by Travis Ray Cole(C)2000
influenced by Travis Ray Cole
- Friday, September 22, 2000 at 01:53:10 (PDT)


A passion for explaining
as she surely brought before my eyes
A passion for complaining
with her tears that she cries
A passion for compassion
caring when I am ill
A passion for passion
I think I'll shut up now I will I will.

And you thought you weren't special anymore :)


The fact is Jayme dear that although you may have few passions in your life who doesn't? I have like two maybe three. Look at the bright side you could tell him you have a passion for the dead, you like to eat cold spinnach, and your greatest passion is skydiving butt naked and your proffesor wouldn't know :D
Cheshire Cat to Jayme
- Thursday, September 21, 2000 at 16:36:51 (PDT)


A silly college english paper made me realize it
"write a proper essay on three passions in your life, leaving out romance."
but after days pondering, I finally came to the conclusion that I do not have three PASSIONS in life without involving life
as a matter of fact I dont have any, even with love in the equation
I have many things that I like, but nothing that I would consider a passion, an obsession
and all this time I thought I was so special
Jayme
- Thursday, September 21, 2000 at 14:05:32 (PDT)


Write Your Name(across my heart)

I can't help smiling when I look at you
To keep from going crazy
It's all I can do
I'm so defenseless with you so close
The walls have crumbled from around my body and soul

So write your name across my heart
I want the world to know that I am yours forever
And I'll wear it like a shinning star
So write your name across my heart.

For you my life is an open door
Everything I have is yours
I'll try to give you everything you need
But as far as my love goes
There's a lifetime guarantee

In all my thoughts, in all I do, in all I say
I belong to you with every breath I take....

So write your name across my heart
I want the world to know that I am yours forever
And I'll wear it like a shinning star
So please....write your name across my heart.


If you like my poems....please e-mail me and let me know.
I am open to any comments good or bad. thnx Michael
Michael Parker
- Thursday, September 21, 2000 at 02:46:00 (PDT)


Hey nobody cares
nobody listens
nobody shares
this world sucks for that very reason!
and you wonder why winter is the only season!
Turn up the heat
listen to the beat
share the sun
have some fun!
what the hell am I talking about?

ignore this misbegotten ramble,
It came from no where and tore everything to shambles
and here I am never shutting up
think I'll go drown in my tea cup.
Cheshire Cat
- Wednesday, September 20, 2000 at 18:39:11 (PDT)


Until The End Of Time

In October of 1988 I gave my heart to you
I said I'd always love I'd stay forever true
you said that you loved me that you loved me too
But now I'm the one without you
The one who's feeling blue.

(So) forget about the days of me and you
and all the love we shared and knew
but always keep in mind I'll always love you
until the end of time....

The days of me and you keep running through my mind
but fade away just like the changing of time
And if I could hold time still
would it change the way you feel?

So go about your merry ways
the memories of me will soon fade away
because there won't be anymore
and I won't come knocking at your door.

(Yes) forget about the days of me and you
and all the love we shared and knew
but always keep in mind I'll always love you
until the end of time....

Yes the days of me and you
keep running through my mind
but fade away like the changing of time
and if I could hold time still
would it change the way you feel....

Yes...
If I could hold time still
would it change the way that you feel?



I send this one to my best friend Krystal and I miss
being able to talk to you. I MISS YOU!!!



Michael Parker
- Wednesday, September 20, 2000 at 18:32:06 (PDT)


*AWARD WINNING POETRY
AWARD WINNING POETRY
- Wednesday, September 20, 2000 at 01:30:40 (PDT)


She laughed at the crayons on my bed.
She knows my favorite color is red.
She's the only thought in my head.
I can laugh with her at such.
I can revel in her touch.
That's why I love her so much.
Cheshire Cat
- Tuesday, September 19, 2000 at 21:02:55 (PDT)


ISWEARGODDAMNITIMEANITYOUSHOULDHAVELISTENEDTOMETHEFIRST30TIMESYOUIDIOTANDIWOULDNTEVENMINDSPENDINGLIFETOTAKEYOURSSOMETIMESJUSTACOUPLEMINUTESTUNGUN

its over
its over
and I'm done
I'm through with you you fuck
yourmothershouldhaveswallowedyou
It's so wrong to have this much hate
and I'm glad it's over
I swear I shouldhavesaidityearsago
all this buit anger

LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE
you know who this is...almost peculiar coming from me
- Tuesday, September 19, 2000 at 19:52:13 (PDT)


I can't fathom that I even
*KNOW*
you

(I DON'T WANT TO!!!!!!!)
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 19, 2000 at 19:08:21 (PDT)


When I caught Jason dropping litter
I had to lick him in the shitter.
Simon Clitus
- Tuesday, September 19, 2000 at 10:22:22 (PDT)


as they would burn a witch
they would watch the
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 19, 2000 at 03:35:07 (PDT)


It all went away
just to open the door for denial
That stopped what I wanted to say
Nothing was real on the outside
the good things were hidden deep inside
Far away from everyone
Just left them in confusion and made them cry
made a fool of myself
Don't know why I let it turn out that way
I pushed away all my happiness
and locked myself in the chains of a once pure feeling that I pushed away
there was a longing absence that I wouldn't let through
but it pushed down the walls and made me see you

made me see you...

the most beautiful person...

My eyes see you...

you...
you...
you...


1004
- Tuesday, September 19, 2000 at 02:58:10 (PDT)


We were tight, but it falls apart as silver turns to blue.
Waxing with a candlelight, and burning just for you.
Allocate your sentiment, and stick it in a box.
I've never been an extrovert, but i'm still breathing.

Someone tried to do me ache (it's what I'm afraid of)

With hindsight, I was more than blind, lost without a clue.
Thought I was getting carat gold, and what I got was you.
Stuck inside the circumstances, lonely at the top.
I've always been an introvert
happily bleeding.

Someone tried to do me ache (it's what i'm afraid of)

4 7 2 3 9 8 5 - I gotta breathe to stay alive,
and 1 4 2 9 7 8 - feels like I'm gonna suffocate.
14 16 22 - this skin that turns to blister blue.
Shoulders toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees,
shoulders toes and knees,I'm 36 degrees,
shoulder toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees,
shoulders toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees.

"36 degrees" by placebo
--maybe they know something we dont--


Anonymous
- Monday, September 18, 2000 at 23:01:43 (PDT)


I was her guardian angel
She couldn't live without me
But when it came down to it
I was nothing to her
And now my eyes are open

Oh well, it's her loss -
She was only good for weed

Somewhat Damaged
- Monday, September 18, 2000 at 21:54:13 (PDT)


The trend is dead
Anonymous
- Monday, September 18, 2000 at 21:50:04 (PDT)


I'd write a thousand more poems about her...but they wouldn't do her justice anyways.
Cheshire Cat
- Monday, September 18, 2000 at 18:13:57 (PDT)


I stare into the old oak frame
the face in it bares no name
bright smile, creulean blue eyes
if only I had known I was playing with lies

As I sit in this old oak chair
the songs of christmas fill the air
and as I sip this red red wine
I remember how you were one time mine...

Many many years ago
when the land was covered in snow
I ran away from home
and I waited for the sun to shine
I had given up a love
for I had left it behind

Then came the day we met
you worked no miracle for me
nor I for you
and yet that got all windswept away
and we grew closer day by day
sharing our hopes and dreams
enjoying smiles and laughter
also the sad
being their to catch fallen tears
and chase aways eachothers fears
our love was as pure as an evergreen pine
and neverending like the sea and oceanbrine

Then one say you came to me
and you said
"I need some time away"
and so like a bird in a wire cages grasp
only when the door is open can true freedom be claped
and so I let you go..

the path by the pond
the bench I once sit with you
the are not there
as like are you
and from time to time I would have these dreams
everything in them not what they seem
in these dreams you sang to me
that you loved me that you'd never leave

and then I'd waken
just to wonder where you are
where you my be
so please spare thought for me
though we sailed on together
and drifted apart
you'll never ever leave my heart

And now as I sit at my desk
written with my feather pen
with a sweet kiss to seal it
I soon shall send
the story of our love
the foundation of our youth
so one day we will meet again
and never have to say goodbye


Anonymous
- Monday, September 18, 2000 at 15:29:04 (PDT)


Poems... bah! PROSE:

GREEN LAWNS - for my darling, who is a botanist's son

As I sat watching your face travel over my lawn I wondered what you were pondering behind your Virgo eyes... was it the neatly clipped nature that attracted you or were you merely entranced by the uniformity... lack of weeds? I wondered as you stretched your hands out and blessed it in you Virgo way... were you doing it for me? Dramatic you are, dramatic I hope you stay. I need you beside me, you are my inspiration. And my lawns, they are my passion. Together, you make my life whole. You are the sun that shines into my life.
Sazzy
- Monday, September 18, 2000 at 12:43:34 (PDT)


And Truckers Don't Cry

I couldn't help but overhear.
I was on hold,
he was on the phone next to me,
calling home.

He said
I called you last night, honey,
and I called the night before.
There wasn't any answer.
Why aren't you ever home like before?
I love you honey;
don't you love me anymore?

I heard the pain and the puzzle
in his voice.
I wished I were somewhere else.
I felt his pain as he asked;
honey, don't you love me anymore?

He laid his head against the phone
and I heard him softly say;
"kiss the kids for me, sweetheart",
tell them I'll come by someday;
and I'm sorry,
you don't love me anymore.
Michael Parker
- Monday, September 18, 2000 at 08:30:09 (PDT)


Cry No More

I know he was cruel to you
He kept you down
He never heard the voice inside you
He never heard the sound
Of angels singing you know they are around
They look just like you
Their tears fall to the ground....

So smile it's behind you now
And in time yes in time
You won't cry no more
No you won't cry no more

You're living in the shadows
Let me in
If you let his memory hold you back
You let him win
The shackles on your soul are rusty
Waiting for release
All I want to do is love you and give you peace

Yes, all I want to do is love you
And give you peace.

Let me know what you think of the work I have submitted and
and e-mail me back if you like the works.


Michael Parker
- Monday, September 18, 2000 at 06:36:46 (PDT)


If You Don't Know By Now

We've talked it out for hours and you're still
having doubts
Should'nt love be something you don't have to
figure out
How can I ever know just where we are
If you can't tell me what is in your heart....

If you don't know by now
How could tomorrow ever change the way that you feel
If you don't know by now
I guess you never will

I never had to question that I loved you I just knew
Guess I took for granted that you loved me too
You sa