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"oh shit"

I am truly sorry fans folks and followers
I have made another silly spelling mistake

it is suppose to read whats her name
we are all suppose to be worshiping whats her name
not soup
I don't know what I was thinking
maybe I was hunger
sorry

Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 27, 1999 at 22:11:05 (PDT)


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hail soup
- Wednesday, October 27, 1999 at 22:02:25 (PDT)


alls I want is some more soup
the girl at the check out is kinda cute
alls I want
all I need
alls I want is more soup

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Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 27, 1999 at 21:59:48 (PDT)


BUB! I am a member of the soup train!
I do the soupy jig!
Jane
- Wednesday, October 27, 1999 at 08:12:20 (PDT)


I PREFFER STEW
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I THOUGHT THIS WAS A POETRY SITE

I was looking for VISUAL ART
not music
it's really not fair
just keep it real folks, okay?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 27, 1999 at 08:08:13 (PDT)



So I lie?...Or is it Me that lies??
If Dual!....Then Denial?
And if...If I skrye,
would I be able to watch the watching line?
And would the fathering time,
render Me mine?
Or would I be Me?
And if not...Then sat free?
If not free..Then in motion?
Would I be within the without?
Or without the within??
Do I need an Id to get into heaven?
Or a doped path through the limbic system?
Or a clear thought of nothing?
or the nothing of a clear thought??

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Cooking-Cooking-Cooking
Soup-Soup-Soup-Soup
A-souptrain-for-the-brain
Boilling-the-rails-for-the-soup
Feed-Feed-Feed-Feed-Feed
The-soup-of-I´s-and-the-soup-Id´s


(Blow me sideways, i think i lost it)

Z
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 23:07:59 (PDT)


I'm honored !
You people are great !
You really understand the wonder of the Soup Train !

I'll serve you up another bowl when I'm feeling creative !

until then I'll give you a taste of some Classic Soup...


It's time once again for everyone to climb aboard the SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUP TRAIN !



Soup Train , Soup Train, Soup Train ,I'm ridin' on the Soup Train Soup Doopy Doop train!

Biddy biddy bow to the bop bop bop diggy

Dingy dingy ding to the biddy biddy Bow

Soup Train Soup Train Bow Wow Wow!!!
Ayatollah
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 22:48:14 (PDT)


"It's Crazy"

I really don't feel like this.....
maybe deny
I have got to smile
feelings are a lie
when you stand next to me
stand against me
noone else does
noone else does
and I did'nt want you
I did'nt want you to leave
with your long light hair
I always saw you
seen you
seen you there
and thought it was her
I always saw you and thought I loved you
at first
thinking it was her
because I thought I loved her
because I thought
I cant speak at all at times
when you are near
you know I can't love you
although I could
but if I was to love someone
I would want her to be so much like you
that could never happen
that could never be
because no one could
would I allow anyone to get that close
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 21:10:42 (PDT)


:why?:
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 20:14:46 (PDT)


as the fans wanted me to not want the soup train
i wanted it more
if you will
where there was fire
we could cook soup
would the castro types soon invent the wheel
i question the can
as i go to the can
replenish my souplessness
and refill my gut

in love you would by my soup
my salad
my soup
my dessert
my soup
my dinner with soup
alacart with soup
give me soup
or die motherfucker
whoops
i mean could i have another helping
thank you
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 20:02:44 (PDT)


like a mirage i was walking down the tracks seeing a green light
and nothing anywhere around
no sound
hungry for the warmth that would not fill my emptyness as i wanted soup
there was non
as i walked and read the scriptures on the overpass
as my stomic called out my feet felt the fact
that i had no soup
and if a train went by
i couldnt see it
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 19:56:55 (PDT)


is there any way I could help spread the good word about soup

I mean everyone knows its good and good for you
but theres so much more to understand about soup
and then
theres the train which takes on a life of its own

how could you not love this winning combo-nation?
how could you not hunger for the ideal?
and how could anyone not be move by something so
strong as a train?

ask yourself these questions

Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 19:47:26 (PDT)


is there a midwestern chapter of the soup fan club
that is not affilated with cambells
that I could join?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 19:42:07 (PDT)


I wish it would rain soup
and I would set buckets out to fill them up
fill them up
with the soup
and freeze it so I could share it with you for the rest of our lives
and maybe our love for soup could be as strong as a train
and keep on going thru the snow and the rain

Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 19:37:32 (PDT)


i still dont get it duuuuuhhhhhh
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 17:06:01 (PDT)


white noise
frosty

I said I'm cold

as brittle as they come
yeah
you heard me
throw the ice down
throwin the ice down
and when it rains it pours my
DICKED FRIEND

so get out of my air
Eve
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 15:54:47 (PDT)


soup in the mornining
soup in the evening
soup at suppertime
we love soup
and
to get soup we would stand in the soup line
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 06:05:51 (PDT)


"I love you"

i watch you as
you sit and
stare into the fire
i know i have hurt you
i go to say something
but you hold your hand up
as if to stop
me
a single tear falls
down your face
but you don't seem
to care
it pains me to see
what i've done to you
i don't like seeing you
break
i whisper in a small
sad voice that i am
sorry
but you only look at me with
disqust
as you walk by me
to the door
i hear you mutter
"whore"
and i break down
crying
i go to the window
and watch you
walk away
but its hard to see you in your
black-as-night trenchcoat
and as you walk away
i whipser...
"i love you"
holly
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 05:57:33 (PDT)


Jane has now been officially been named the "Soup Dance Girl" She will show all you people how to shake your body and groove to the Soup Train. We are holding Auditions for a new Bass Player!





now for all our loving fans:

a little bowl of soup for you...

_______________________________________________________


----------------------Cowbell Intro--------------------
" All Aboooooooooooaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrd "

Soup Soup Soup Train
Soup Soup Train
Soup Train
Soupy Doupy dop bop biddy bow wow
willy willy wee now now now
Soup soup soup in my eye
Soup Soup Soup with a side of fries!
Soupally Dee and Soupally Dah
Soupy dippy dowee wowee wiggy zippy zappy Vee
Soup Train Soup Train
Trainy Wainy Whoa Whoa and Wahppy Dahppy Dow Wow
Pop a Dopper Ride a Chopper ding dong Zow wow wow
Soup Ay
Doup Ay
Oup Ay
Wally Bally
Soup Ay
Doup Ay
Oup Ay
Shilly Boppy

Dobba Dobba Doop Doop
Dobba Dobba Doop Doop Doop
Dobba Dobba Doop Doop Dee
Dobba Dobba Smacky Pee
Tricky wicky Train Biddy biddy bain
Soupy soppa soupy soppa Soupy Soupy Soupy!




I hope you wonderful folks liked that !

Keep calling the radio stations. One person said they are already playing it on one of them !




and to quote one of the millions of Soupoholics "A World without Soup, is a World without Love"
Ayatollah
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 00:31:59 (PDT)


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MORE SOUP

PLEASE
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 21:49:22 (PDT)


my favorite charlie chapflin movie
is the one where he makes soup outta the old boot in alaska while digging for gold
Anonymous
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 21:35:40 (PDT)


Hey Bub, Instead of Bass for the soup Train can I dance a soupy jig?



or sing harmony:)
(smiling evilishy at pretend)
Jane
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 21:34:51 (PDT)


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soup
Anonymous
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 21:33:13 (PDT)


a world with out soup is a world without love
Anonymous
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 21:30:22 (PDT)


give me soup or give me death
Anonymous
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 21:27:08 (PDT)



-Sirius-b vitamin-

-
"keeps you on the up & up"
-

1. Equalizes you upon the scales.
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2. Sweetening the air that you inhale.
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3. Clears the sights of your mind.
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4. Expands the path of lines.
-

Z
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 12:48:31 (PDT)


Yes yes..and im a backdoorman...fuck off
Anonymous
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 11:42:25 (PDT)


Hey Guys !!!!

I heard it !! The Soup Train rocks !!!!
I couldn't believe it , there I was driving
to town and all at once this strange sound
beaconed from my radio, I was bathed in PURE
SOUPINESS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Im hooked and
I love it !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Keep up the soup work !!
Soup Fan ForevA !!!!!
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 07:15:10 (PDT)


WE WANT THE SOUP TRAIN
WE WANT THE SOUP TRAIN

WE WANT THE SOUP TRAIN
WE WANT THE SOUP TRAIN

WE WANT THE SOUP TRAIN
WE WANT THE SOUP TRAIN

WE WANT THE SOUP TRAIN
WE WANT THE SOUP TRAIN
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 22:41:02 (PDT)


we want the soup train
we want the soup train


we want the soup train
we want the soup train
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 22:25:45 (PDT)


what if night train and love buzz was about soup train
you knew there was an outhouse in the next car
but didnt want to sit there
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 22:21:31 (PDT)


I love all you people !

You like the Soup Train , You really, really like it !

Keep on Soupin' it up !

You folks are great!

I speak for all of us at Nixon's Rednecks when I say a great big THANK YOU !

Keep on chanting "We want Soup" and feel free to post Soup Train related Poetry !

It's not a cult, it's just a nifty litle Train full of fun in a world that's gone to hell !

I hope you all stay on the tracks and don't ever stop being cool!


Remember Kids: You can't kill rock n' roll and you can't kill the SOUP TRAIN!!!!!
Ayatollah
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 22:20:31 (PDT)


I sure do hope this is a regular stop
for the soup train
because I got a ticket
and I am ready to ride some more
got my laptop
and I wanna take my shoes of and look out
the window at the snow and rain
and ride til the last stop
on the soup train
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 22:19:28 (PDT)


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Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 22:08:36 (PDT)


I love soup
I ride the train
I want to be
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 22:02:31 (PDT)


I was sick thought I was dyin
what did I could do
you never really heard me
didnt bring me no soup
dont worry
no worrys
I just want to be with you
I got the worst fever
you didnt bring me no soup
I slept sick on the answer
when you was ill
brought tacos for you
dont ever forget
remember
I thought the cure was
you
round the time I removed your ghosts
I bleed and begged you
fuck it
soup soup kitchen
your to pretty to cook
soup soup kitchen
open a can could you
dont really love me
I die everyday for you
soup
wwooooowoooooooo
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 21:57:39 (PDT)


all souped up
yahoo
soup kitchen blues
hiding from dylan
floating near the top
dosed chicken hawk wish bone guessed wieght
a reason to a reason to brand name litigition
lawsuit and two pairs of plans
neal peart brand names
read whats on it on it on it on it
read whats on it
I love my cracker
enriched wheat flour{wheat flour,niacin,re-
duced iron, thiamine mononitrate,riboflavin,
folic acid}partially hydogenated vegetable oil
{contains one or more of the following:canola, cottonseed,palm},salt,soysauce{water,wheat,
soybeans,salt},potassium carbonate,sodium
phosphates,sodium carbonate,turmeric.
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 21:50:48 (PDT)


Soup Train News !

Pretynd and I have been in the studio for several months perfecting "The Soup Train" and now it's ready to be released! Do to all the requests, I have added a whole lot more cowbell music to the Soup Train. In fact a cowbell is now part of the overall rhythym section of our band (Nixon's Rednecks)

NIXON's REDNECKS is: Bub (Vocals)
Jayme (Vocals)
Woot (Guitar)
Lil' J (Drums)
Jane (Bass)
and D.J. Uncle Dave

We've shipped the Soup Train single out to radio stations all over the country, so start calling them and say " I Wanna Ride The SOUP TRAIN"

Our 4th Album on Omelette Records, "Sewer Bees in Dried Sh*t Castles" will hit stores on February 24th. You can still get our old CD's at a record store near you:

"We've got Waffles"

"Staying at Rich's"

...and our debut album
"Hurrah , Turrah, and Burrah"


Of course The Video for Soup Train will be on MTV a few weeks before the album comes out. It will feature John Mellencamp as the Engineer who drives the soup train! So set your VCR's now !

Well that's all the news for now. I'd like to thank all of you who have given us construtive criticism and have helped keep the Soup Train dream alive in all our hearts. If it wasn't for you Fine people we wouldn't be the mega-superstars we've become. Thank you all so much. Remember to be good to each other and keep on Ridin' THE SOUP TRAIN !




The Soup Train...

You Love it...
You Hate it....
You'll never forget it...
Ayatollah
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 21:35:58 (PDT)


Yet another looong full weekend
of cowbells and soup trains
my dancing boy tells me he will start
a holy war on me
let him
I cant be in his cult anyway
we were destined to be one
and I dont think he should
lead me
pretynd
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 19:01:05 (PDT)


Myrna
died at 35
in a car crash
in 1997

she visited me last night
in my room
with oceans in her eyes
it was difficult covincing her
she was dead


"youv'e got to go Back, Myrna
God will take good care of you"

don't ever be afraid

Eve
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 16:33:28 (PDT)


To Travis Ray Cole........


Promise me one day,
a guy will write poems like that about me?
Opas Girl
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 12:18:08 (PDT)


....but who am I when you sleep?
do your eyelids censor your truth..
can you twist the needle you say is your cross -
can you bear what you keep?

find your faith before they do
make it precious,make it loved
unlike me...
guess 'we' can't be now..
or ever?
Jenny
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 11:59:07 (PDT)


for sale
1975 Dodge pickup
318 c.i. engine
automatic transmission
new starter
shit box beater runs

400 dollars
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 05:55:38 (PDT)


ssssssssszzzzzzzzzzzzz
uuuhhhhhOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPP

HELL YEAH

SOUP TRAIN
what brands name did for soup
a milk bone down the drain
landlord on his knees
wait for the arrow to turn green
rails now mean something
I'm tripping
I'm still sane
I'm still gaming
sell out broth water you can drink
bring your spoon
bring your fork
your own ya all
be my soup baby
soup baby
roadkill
tax me tap into the bowl
sue cambells for a coupon
ring the door bell and run
soupy sales died for mama cass
if you aint on the soup train kiss my ass
work
work
work
welfare television cable
advertise to the crazy
medicated illiness
work
work
work
buy a bank account
just add water
freeze out
last stop
last call
ring a ding a ling
order chinese
won ton baby
work
work
work it now
drink my soup
eat your cracker baby
soup it till its dry
soup be all mine
work
work
work
get in the kitchen and bang on those pots and pans
soup steam engine
chuga chuga
your ingredent
I'm in line
freeze dried
canning ham bone do the ham bone baby
fry the fat
ham bone
salt and pepper and your sister
taste the soup from her lips
pressure cooker action
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 05:50:06 (PDT)


OH DO
everpresent
never waning
self infliated
pus filled
shadowy pain
shallow depths
of
everspreading
never fading
crawling darkly
weakening shadows
growing swiftly
aching deeply
peircing deftly
stabbing slowly
loud loud pain
scream my dear and scream loudly
oh do oh do
blecch blecch on you my pretty pretty
shallow girl
cry my dear oh please oh please cry my dear
OH DO!
EVIL YOU SAY? I LAUGH STRANGE?
OH DO OH DO

TO MAGGIE YOU PRETTY PRETTY SHALLOW GIRL
CALEB
- Saturday, October 23, 1999 at 17:01:23 (PDT)


OH DO
everpresent
never waning
self infliated
pus filled
shadowy pain
shallow depths
of
everspreading
never fading
crawling darkly
weakening shadows
growing swiftly
aching deeply
peircing deftly
stabbing slowly
loud loud pain
scream my dear and scream loudly
oh do oh do
blecch blecch on you my pretty pretty
shallow girl
cry my dear oh please oh please cry my dear
OH DO!
EVIL YOU SAY? I LAUGH STRANGE?
OH DO OH DO
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 23, 1999 at 17:00:15 (PDT)


Ummm, i don't get the whole soup train thing... or the cowbell thing.... i guess I live too far out in the sticks. we use a cowbell to cheer at football games!
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 23, 1999 at 16:27:24 (PDT)


I hate the soup train!!!
it is the most awful thing imaginable!!
I hope that the soup train dies in the fashion in which
it was created
HORRIBLNESS
and cow bells are stupid anyway
do you really want to sit and listen to a whole solo
done on a COWBELL?????
Boring!!!
Pretynd and Ayatollah
you deserve to DIE
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 23, 1999 at 09:25:22 (PDT)


SOUPEY DOUPEY TO THE BANG BANG BOOGIE UP JUMP THE SOUPIE!
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 23, 1999 at 07:04:49 (PDT)


Please put the second cowbell solo back in the soup train song
I recently heard it both with and with out and
it is not the same I liked it better the original way
it just ain't natrual
Jimmy Stir{the outlaw}
- Saturday, October 23, 1999 at 00:07:01 (PDT)


I love the soup train
my favorite part is the intro
where you can almost hear the cow bell echoing
Jimmy Stir{the outlaw}
- Saturday, October 23, 1999 at 00:02:29 (PDT)


The Soup Train is not a cult!


However the Cowbell solo will not removed from this hit song that is sweeping the nation

I respect Cowbell music in all it's forms and am honored to have a Cowbell solo in our song.

Thank You All

...and remember kids: " You can't kill rock n' roll and you can't kill the SOUP TRAIN"
Ayatollah
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 16:25:00 (PDT)


I bleed as if this wound were fresh
oh no boy
youve been leaving me
for years now
when you walked in I knew you
were leaving
so why should I hurt when your gone?
dont slip in my blood
just move on
pretynd
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 10:34:29 (PDT)


Guys the SOUP TRAIN
stays as it is
I amd ayatollah are the creators of
SOUP TRAIN
however he wrote the music
THE COWBELL SOLO WILL REMAIN IN THE SONG
and to all those people out there just wondering about the SOUP TRAIN
I will tell you
It is not a dance craze
It is not a dance at all
It is a way of life
some may THINK that it is a cult practice
but however they are wrong
I urge you to pick up hte nearest noise maker
start singing
and hop aboard the SOUP TRAIN
its got more soul than any of us
a TRAIN full of SOUPY doupy soul
can I get a hell yeah for all those climbing aboard?
Pretynd
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 10:30:42 (PDT)


hi guys
I have been expermienting with the sounds of my cowbell
and have found by heating and stretcing the metal
I can get different tones
what is the desired tone used to condition the
dogs?
and what is the proper tempture
to stretch brass and what is the proper tempture for copper

I am also into cowbell art
and have bonded two seperate cowbells together
just to see if I could do it
I have photos if anyone is interested
lone ranger III
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:59:58 (PDT)


I think soup train is fine like it is
in fact I wish there was more cowbell music throughout
Anonymous
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:52:28 (PDT)


cowbell poetry will never last
its a passing craze
it'll never catch on
Anonymous
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:49:13 (PDT)


I dont think its right to make fun of the cowboys
even if they did lose

when I was young
my favorite time of the day was when that fat cook would ring the cowbell
and we would all ride in from tending
the cattle
and eat beans under the stars
and think about how much money we would get if we got the job done
and someday settle down just outside of town
with that little blonde mental health care worker
and raise up a family of our own
maybe
someday condition our younguns
to to cowbell
like my ma and pa before me
seanile adkins
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:46:58 (PDT)


excuse me
could you tell me where i could find out the history of the cow bell and why it got its name
the inventor and any other related info
Anonymous
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:39:03 (PDT)


the conditioning of pets and tame-ing of animals
should be considered brain washing
to manipulate an animal into performing tricks for treats
whats next humans?
Anonymous
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:30:30 (PDT)


to whom it may concern

cow bell music has been a part of my life for a very long time and anyone who does not understand something
should not critize it

if you piss with the big dogs
stay away from the fire hydrant
Anonymous
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:26:15 (PDT)


can you keep it down I got a car full of sleeping dogs
they wont let them on the train
so if you dont mind
for me the millinium god and aldolph hitler
and bing crosby
please remove the cowbell solo
from the new dance craze "soup train"
or if you could give me information
on learning to accept cowbell music
I remember way back in the late sixtys when
George harrison quit the beatles
and gave eric clapton his wife
and went to wyoming to study cow bell music
but I was taught not to join cults
all the time I was growing up
and as a learning bonus
I seen that dont join a cult episoide
of boy meets world
61 times and if you noticed they did'nt have any cowbells
Anonymous
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:20:43 (PDT)


The inside of my heart and mind
a picture of you from some time
wish that you could be mine
theres no one like joelle




Anonymous
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:09:29 (PDT)


words


Oh?! are you here for the beauty contest?
Anonymous
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 00:49:54 (PDT)


!EM PLEH
Al
- Thursday, October 21, 1999 at 20:36:41 (PDT)


I am NOT Crazy !
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 21, 1999 at 20:34:41 (PDT)


Lips stretched back
from the smile on his brave face
slowly
as if the other words hadn't been enough
to break him

surely I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one who can hear you

every night your angel sits by my bed
and cries itself to sleep
long after you and I have talked
There is so much you haven't said
That I already know

Don't cry, Tristan
Don't cry


Eve
- Thursday, October 21, 1999 at 19:56:41 (PDT)


LONG LIVE THE SOUP TRAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOOOOOO SHIT
The SOUP TRAIN lives FOREVER
its all those damn swedish underground pop groups I tell you!!!
they got us on ... and we dont wanna leave
EVER
The SOUP TRAIN is in me
The SOUP TRAIN is me
I am the SOUP TRAIN




you and me bub we know how to ride


THE SOUP TRAIN
The SOUP TRAIN is one of those CRAZY
occults our parents will try to tell us
ooohhh but we know better
the SOUP TRAIN is life
and I dont EVER EEHHHEEEVER want to
get of this one


You and me
Pretynd
- Thursday, October 21, 1999 at 13:17:25 (PDT)


Crazy?

I was crazy once.
They put me in a cell.
I died there,
and the rats ate my bones..

Rats?

Rats are crazy.
Crazy?

I was crazy once.

josh
- Thursday, October 21, 1999 at 08:42:46 (PDT)


Wooo Woooooo


Chugga chugga chugga

Woo Wooooo


" Attention passengers! We are leaving the station"

Chugga chugga Chugga Chugga




I'm Ridin'.....



I'm Ridin'

I'm Ridin'

oh yeah..........Oh Yeah !


Come on Baby !


It's time once again for everyone to climb aboard the SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUP TRAIN !



Soup Train , Soup Train, Soup Train ,I'm ridin' on the Soup Train Soup Doopy Doop train!

Biddy biddy bow to the bop bop bop diggy

Dingy dingy ding to the biddy biddy Bow

Soup Train Soup Train Bow Wow Wow!!!

Soupy soupy Train Train Soup
Soup train in my brain , soup train is the game, soup train all the way, Soup Train Wainy To the break of DAY

Soupy doupy Train Rain Pain
Soup Soup Soup Soup Soup Soup
Train Train Train Train Train...TRAIN!!!!!!!

-------------Cowbell Solo-----------------------------




Train Train... SOUP TRAIN, SOUP TRAIN, SOUP TRAIN, SOUP TRAIN, SOUP TRAIN, SOUP TRAIN, SOUP TRAIN, SOUP TRAIN, SOUP Mutha Truckin' Triz-aaaaaaaaaiiiiiin!

Bop bop dippy
bap diddy wap
soupy doopy dop to the bop bop bop!

I say Soup....

Soup....

Soup.....

I say

Soup...Soup...Soup

I say Soup...SOUP TRAIN !

When I say Soup, You say Train

Soup!_____________


When I say Soup ,you say Train

Soup!____________

(Ladies only) Soup!____________

(now the guys) Soup!___________


Ain't no party like a soup Train party, Cause a Soup Train party don't stop!

Bop bop dippy
bop diddy Bop Bop
soupy doopy doo to the bop bop bop!
Soupy Soupy Soupy Dee and a Soupy Soupy DAH!

I'm riding on the soup train...and I'm riding right now...I'm riding the soup train and I don't even know how...Soup Train is runnin through my veins...Soup Train has taken over Your Brain!


SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU-OOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUU-OOOOOOOOOUUUUU-OOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU-OOOUUUUUP..........

TRAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIII- Yay yay yay YAAAAAIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN...........

(AUDIENCE ERUPTS IN A HUGE ROAR)

" THANK YOU for riding the Soup Train, please remain seated until the Soup train has come to a complete stop"

Chugga chugga chugga chugga...chug-a...chugggggg...

WOOOOOOO WOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo.......




You can't kill Rock and Roll, and you can't kill the Soup Train!
Ayatollah
- Thursday, October 21, 1999 at 00:46:34 (PDT)


NO ONE MESSES WITH MY PEOPLE
and she will perish in hell for doing so
IN HELL


"Over bridges like the river was a dream dream
over bridges like the river was a dream dream"
Pretynd
- Wednesday, October 20, 1999 at 18:45:46 (PDT)


Hello,everybody:

This is my first time to visit this "net"(sorry,I don't know how to say it),I feel comfortable here, I think I should let you know this.
It's good!
Because my English is pool, I hope you can understand what I mean. See you next time, Bye!!
Moonlight
- Wednesday, October 20, 1999 at 12:29:27 (PDT)


this is a most unsanitary fork
she says as she
stirs her spaghetti noodles joyfully
all aboard they will call and sing
were goin on the soup train
soup train
soup train
Pretynd
- Wednesday, October 20, 1999 at 06:45:04 (PDT)


plumeting, spiraling, soaring, all under
your spell, I am.
Milandra
- Tuesday, October 19, 1999 at 16:42:46 (PDT)


some people lost some found i like to pee on the
GROUND!

Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 19, 1999 at 11:18:37 (PDT)


Some people come into our lives and and only stay for a
short time. Those are the ones that leave footprints on our HEARTS!
Ms. Merissa
- Tuesday, October 19, 1999 at 11:13:23 (PDT)


Jeg elsker dig
Anonymous
- Monday, October 18, 1999 at 21:29:57 (PDT)


Water of the moon
Anonymous
- Monday, October 18, 1999 at 21:20:48 (PDT)


Your body melted me.......this has gotta stop.

Anonymous
- Monday, October 18, 1999 at 17:08:44 (PDT)


A Crush?

hmmmmmmmmm


Anonymous
- Monday, October 18, 1999 at 02:40:16 (PDT)



rollin
gotta keep rollin
tryin goin
keep gotta keep movin
{wind}
ok find myself
gotta keep going
keep on going
look what'll never be

"free you"
I believe in free speech
...but they don't


whats waiting on the other side
stab me in the back
steal a lie
the other side
wasted words described to me


"empty on you"
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"Words to waste{make me beg}"
12 bar blues in E

I stand up to fall right down
you dont even lie to me
cant be found

you never did yeah I believed
you never did ever love me

I broke in heart
stop to bleed
the end of love
a dying star
wont make me beg
thoughts of you
{slide}
right into me rip it out rip it out
ten tomorrows
dye with me
a love like ours
theres no use
my heart wont bleed
you never did
cant you see
you never did
love only me

and a reason gone
I finally see
ripped right into
killed way
I tried to think
some blues
Travis Cole

Anonymous
- Sunday, October 17, 1999 at 23:33:18 (PDT)


Ok, Mr. J.F.N.H.

Mr. "Can you bake spagetti?"

Mr. "She is the living art of..."

And Oh God

You know I love that part

You know, you know

Some things just exist still

You just have to believe

people are never further apart

than they think they are

see???

It's no big deal

I'll catch you on the flip-side

and it'll be great

promise


Anonymous
- Sunday, October 17, 1999 at 19:23:26 (PDT)


the moon was our mirrorball..
the air between us so thick you could taste the smell of our auras melting..
your eyes infiltrating
{the moon was our mirrorball}
releasing my soul

breaths like whirlwinds
we shared
words pouring like poetry
filling pages upon pages of my heart
soft white lunar rays
limelighting love like passion
your eyes held me..
your touch saw me..
your kisses completed me..
{the moon was our mirrorball}
our souls dancing rings of fire
entwining
the moon was our mirrorball
you were my dream.
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 17, 1999 at 18:38:57 (PDT)


For those about to rock
What ya want?
You know you're Judas
And I'm your priest
What I got is not from the least
Bring it to the stage in the rage of the beast
Step in the arena and break the walls down

Awaken from a deep sleep
And you're all weak
You're living in the agony of defeat
I am the master of what you call you

Step into the light and then ya know
Your heart beat is the only sound
You were stopped and dropped by the one you know


Big Sal E. Graziano
- Sunday, October 17, 1999 at 15:48:27 (PDT)


***
naked
empty
completed
washed away
stranded
loved
lost
***



K.
- Sunday, October 17, 1999 at 15:07:20 (PDT)


I hate the way I write

I hate the world in which I live
I hate the way I have to give
I hate the way I have to walk
I hate the way I have to talk
I hate the way you look at me
I hate the person I have to be
I hate the way I cry at night
I hate the way that I must fight
I hate myself because of you
I bet you didn't know it
You didn't have a clue
Lara
- Saturday, October 16, 1999 at 09:17:34 (PDT)


That skinny little bitch better not tell my cousin anything

I'd be forced to kill them both
Bub
- Saturday, October 16, 1999 at 01:57:45 (PDT)


Will it ever eh...eh...eehhhhh EVER Happen?

I guess I'll figure it out next summer
Or sooner if I'm lucky
But then again...



Who am I kidding?

Oh well I'm used to this by now


Ayatollah
- Saturday, October 16, 1999 at 01:55:52 (PDT)


FOR SALE
1975 Dodge pick-up
318 automatic runs
400 dollars
Or Best Offer
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 16, 1999 at 00:41:45 (PDT)


lines to get you nowhere

Hey,Got any pictures of your SISTER?
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 16, 1999 at 00:39:54 (PDT)


lines that dont get thru to me

1. Don't you remember me?

and the question and answer
2. Excuse the way I look,I just got out of the hospital

should reply
A you look alright to me
B whats wrong with you?
C I can cure you
{do not mention the cure is with magnets}
D both A and B
E none of the above
F all of the above
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 16, 1999 at 00:34:37 (PDT)


lies from nowhere
=================

Your to pretty to cook.
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 16, 1999 at 00:29:38 (PDT)


I felt so completed
but now I'm only choking on your tongue
when we kiss
Anonymous
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:16:13 (PDT)



FANTASY
I want you
Oh animal of despair
Bleed your tasteful liquids
Deep into my placid dreams
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despair
Bite me hard
Touch me inside-out
Cry out my name
Oh animal of despair
Lead me through your fantasy land
Oh animal of despair
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:14:02 (PDT)



FANTASY
I want you
Oh animal of despair
Bleed your tasteful liquids
Deep into my placid dreams
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despair
Bite me hard
Touch me inside-out
Cry out my name
Oh animal of despair
Lead me through your fantasy land
Oh animal of despair
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:13:27 (PDT)



FANTASY
I want you
Oh animal of despair
Bleed your tasteful liquids
Deep into my placid dreams
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despair
Bite me hard
Touch me inside-out
Cry out my name
Oh animal of despair
Lead me through your fantasy land
Oh animal of despair
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:12:52 (PDT)



FANTASY
I want you
Oh animal of despair
Bleed your tasteful liquids
Deep into my placid dreams
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despair
Bite me hard
Touch me inside-out
Cry out my name
Oh animal of despair
Lead me through your fantasy land
Oh animal of despair
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:12:01 (PDT)



FANTASY
I want you
Oh animal of despair
Bleed your tasteful liquids
Deep into my placid dreams
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despair
Bite me hard
Touch me inside-out
Cry out my name
Oh animal of despair
Lead me through your fantasy land
Oh animal of despair
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:11:25 (PDT)



FANTASY
I want you
Oh animal of despair
Bleed your tasteful liquids
Deep into my placid dreams
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despair
Bite me hard
Touch me inside-out
Cry out my name
Oh animal of despair
Lead me through your fantasy land
Oh animal of despair
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:11:03 (PDT)



FANTASY
I want you
Oh animal of despair
Bleed your tasteful liquids
Deep into my placid dreams
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despair
Bite me hard
Touch me inside-out
Cry out my name
Oh animal of despair
Lead me through your fantasy land
Oh animal of despair
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:10:15 (PDT)



FANTASY
I want you
Oh animal of despair
Bleed your tasteful liquids
Deep into my placid dreams
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despair
Bite me hard
Touch me inside-out
Cry out my name
Oh animal of despair
Lead me through your fantasy land
Oh animal of despair
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:09:42 (PDT)



FANTASY
I want you
Oh animal of despair
Bleed your tasteful liquids
Deep into my placid dreams
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despair
Bite me hard
Touch me inside-out
Cry out my name
Oh animal of despair
Lead me through your fantasy land
Oh animal of despair
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:09:11 (PDT)


Fantasy

I want you
Oh animal of despair
Bleed your tasteful liquids
Deep into my placid dreams
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despair
Bite me hard
Touch me inside-out
Cry out my name
Oh animal of despair
Lead me through your fantasy land
Oh animal of despair
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:07:51 (PDT)


Pinta
"stay dry" I said
I said can't crack your code jargon
lexicon
I'm not supposed to be
In your wide open mead
Just screen through and watch it fall
Combing through one inch of
confidance
it's only your locality
stepped over to your territory
looked back
and felt my footing
burn

don't you dare ever question my capacity
I am able
waiting
waiting
to sink

Eve
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:06:35 (PDT)


Fantasy

I want you
Oh animal of despair
Bleed your tasteful liquids
Deep into my placid dreams
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despair
Bite me hard
Touch me inside-out
Cry out my name
Oh animal of despair
Lead me through your fantasy land
Oh animal of despair
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:02:05 (PDT)


Fantasy

I want you
Oh animal of despair
To bleed your tasteful liquids
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despair
Bite me hard
Touch me inside
Oh animal of despair
Lead me through your fantasy
Steal my fruitful seed
Oh animal of despair
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 21:55:53 (PDT)


Fantasy

I want you
Oh animal of despaire
To bleed your liquids into my existence
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despaire
Bite me hard
Kiss me inside
Cry out my name
Oh animal of despaire
Lead me through your fantasy
Steal my fruitful seeds
Oh animal of despaire
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 21:50:42 (PDT)


Little J
The trangressions have come and taken
little as what we give to them
they will take back the overlap
remember when you promised me I wouldnt lose you too?
I knew then it was as empty as it is now
Dont .... Please dont fail to see the people around you
who love you
all of us
dont let some short lived relationship
over come you
you are the strongest person I know
and I dont think I wouls bear
losing you
Please keep your promise?
Pretynd
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 10:13:28 (PDT)


Tell Me
From time to time I find myself amazed
That you can love a person like myself
I have so many meadows still ungrazed
Yet all my pictures still sit on your shelf

I sit and think of all the times we've shared
Times of laughter, times of teary nights
Our countless days of love, and feeling scared
That we will fall apart without our light

Tell me dear friend, do you still feel the love
That was so strong, that burned by me and you?
I need to know, I pray to god above
That you still burn for me so strong and true

I feel so happy with you by my side
Just hoping you're not shifting like the tide.
eyes open
- Thursday, October 14, 1999 at 19:15:46 (PDT)


get boiled
get a little washed
get a little tidal

get hot
Eve
- Thursday, October 14, 1999 at 10:28:55 (PDT)


Just who are you ???
I swear
Why me?
I am just some ugly fat stupid bitch
who doesnt need a stalker
jesus christ
I am afraid to stay in one place to long
or to be alone ever
I wish my cerfew was earlier almost
just so I wouldnt have to drive home in the dark
with you on my ass
jesus christ
why?
Pretynd
- Thursday, October 14, 1999 at 09:41:10 (PDT)


Cool Me too !
Hopelss Romantic Email me
rdu3@hotmail.com
Ayatollah
- Thursday, October 14, 1999 at 01:55:45 (PDT)


"Who was that masked man?"

And god must have wanted us to look that way
to she the charcter he would display
he is so confusing
DRIVING
looking out thru the little eye holes
fooling us all
hes so many faces
hes a man of many faces
drama
dogma
who the fuck cares
red face red man horns
he is satan
he really is
hes a man of many masks
theater
he has that santa hat the christmas pooh shirt
not to be confused with opra
and he always drives the bat mobile wearing
his assorted gorrilla masks

A MAN OF MANY DISGUIESES
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 23:47:50 (PDT)


they are all our dogs
the dogs of doomless war and peace
they are in all our cars
now
and until we name them after elvis and
the memphis grease recipe micheal jackson is out there
running thru corn fields naked stealing the dogs
and little cats please stop him before its to late
theres a bo0ot for his @ roger that theres a dognapping in the progress
please let the animals run free said the pet store blood donor
how gosh darned much
how come
value for values sake
how much
what will god do to the animals if he locks them in the cars to be safe for y the k two
dont make me come down there
no animals where hurt during the filmless editing of this episode of chimps
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 23:37:32 (PDT)


I don't know what to say...
My heart will keep beating
But it will be far away, with him
What a way to live


Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 21:47:56 (PDT)


I am completely obsessed with tom petty.. at least that's what everyone I know tells me... don't worry,i don't blame you, i was just all excited over seeing some of his stuff here...
Hopless Romantic
- Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 21:34:29 (PDT)


Disapointing words
From careless mouths
Expecting to much
Expecting to give to little
In a world so selfish
That's all I know
That's all I expect
From a mouth like yours.
Lara
- Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 19:52:09 (PDT)



Heavy gates and withered levers,
Stale freight and melting feathers.

------------------- & --------------------
Nights of never-rest
------------------- & --------------------
Stagnating breast
------------------- & --------------------
The fathering time
------------------- & --------------------
The watching lines
------------------- & --------------------

Feeble and vengeful fumble flight,
ignored and blind as the off-night.

Z
- Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 17:55:33 (PDT)


He's leaving you
good as gone
except that he was never there
doesnt matter to me
in fact I hate you
though you will never know
And I dont even care at all
he can never be mine anyway

Plyna
- Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 13:50:01 (PDT)


Just who the FUCK do you think
you are????
huh??
You follow me around
You steal my dog
You wash my dog
You return my dog
You poor chalk around my car
You watch me ever so blatantly
You lock my dogs and cats in my car
and I think you have even invaded me here
well get a new fucking hobby ok?

fucking son of a bitch
Pretynd
- Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 13:46:07 (PDT)


yeah well
so, on second thought
maybe I just want this to work
maybe I just want to drown
get boiled
get a little tidal
get a little washed

get hot
in pens and many late night joes

in the only force that combines you and me
Eve
- Tuesday, October 12, 1999 at 09:30:23 (PDT)


"call the police"

I cant sit and watch everything you do
I got a life
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 12, 1999 at 06:37:52 (PDT)


she is so real where your in the wind like a ghost
with thoughts to feel
and more reasons not
I told you about feelings
and even thoughts
an inspiration to me
my thoughts of her are warm

it could never be
a love worth life to me
a happiness
in dues unpaid blues in mind

Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 12, 1999 at 06:34:40 (PDT)


she is so real where your in the wind like a ghost
with thoughts to feel
and more reasons not
I told you about feelings
and even thoughts
an inspiration to me
my thoughts of her a warm

Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 12, 1999 at 06:28:59 (PDT)


"Forevers a long time"

No one could ever love me
noone could ever know me
noone could understand
understand
no one could ever love me
no one could learn to know me
no one really can
no one even knows me
no one could ever love me
with a heart that no one notices
never really love me
and I mean no one can





Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 12, 1999 at 06:26:03 (PDT)


watch spot run see spot jump
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 12, 1999 at 06:18:01 (PDT)


im connected to your connection
even trade a little bit of coffee
for internet selection
im connected to your connection
no more northern lights in the woods by the sea
my baby dont love me you me me

BLAH BLAH BLAH
blah blah blah
BLAH BLAH BLAH
{opera}

write your words to you
write your words to you
write your words to you
write your words to you
write your words to you
im not going to quit because you cal
write your words to you

stick your nose up you ass
stick your nose up your ass
rip off rip off
and hey
you dont love me?
you dont care?
cheaTing on me any everywhere?
everything i write is to you
i only write to you
you know i do
you know its true
we dont exist
the pschology of fear
give me something

Anonymous
- Monday, October 11, 1999 at 07:05:57 (PDT)


hell opened up and releashed the burning mass of demon
mind feed on hatred full of rule
knowing only the thought they sholved down your throat
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 10, 1999 at 22:22:37 (PDT)


Broken
Drained, dying. Drowning in pools of sorrow.
Feeling the fear paralyze my limbs.
So near the surface, feeling my fingertips
break the surface, only to sink back.
The depths of sorrow swallowing me, pulling down.
Fighting to bring even a breath of air.
I can see the clouds swollen with tears unshed.
There seems no end to my pain.
My illusions gone, shattered like fragile glass.
The pie in the sky broken.
Grounded, chained in coffins, for life eternal.
Drained, dying.
Drowned in a pool of despaire.
Daevin Ladeck
- Sunday, October 10, 1999 at 20:30:35 (PDT)


I'M NOT TRYING TO TAKE TOM PETTY'S SPOTLIGHT

I WAS INTOXICATED AND DIDN'T GIVE HIM CREDIT !!!!
Those "poems" I posted were not original
Tom Petty wrote them !
TOM PETTY IS COOLER THAN ME ANY DAY !!!

I love Tom Petty

oops I will give him credit from now on, Hopeless romantic !

You must kick ass if you dig Tom Petty too
Ayatollah
- Sunday, October 10, 1999 at 01:04:31 (PDT)


Feed me
Make it hurt
Make me bleed
I am need
Your Barren seed

Sweet Wine of my inspiration
don't leave
lead me
don't leave

need me
Don't leave


The wrath of co-dependency
Jane
- Saturday, October 09, 1999 at 23:51:55 (PDT)


Bleach BLEACH
BLEACH bleach
BLEACH bLEACH
bLEACH bleach
LOOKS
LOOKS
LOOKS
CLEAN
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 09, 1999 at 20:53:19 (PDT)


depress me with the great adventure of how the
brother from brotherly
love we all got to stick together cause its still coming together
peace baby
how he sells you
you sell yourself
and steal my dying nothing of a heartless soul
seeing you looking good in the dirt
of the filth of the scum
whats a girl like you doing in a place like this I could never love innonence again
and you are not the blame
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 09, 1999 at 20:49:18 (PDT)


Angel of despair
You find your solace in the shadows
you live off people and their fears
all you see are shades of darkness
im the one who sees your tears
your my angel of despair
with colored wings and golden hair
i kiss you lips, your cheeks so fair
your my angel of despair
you pull me down into your lair
with blackened walls, your world of flare
i love this moment that we share
my sweet angel of despair

to my beautiful angel. I love you maggie.

~Caleb

Caleb Evans
- Saturday, October 09, 1999 at 14:31:25 (PDT)


I don't want your fucking script you
dick
can't you take a damn hint?
Eve
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 23:40:21 (PDT)


freedom contained{risk of thought}

As the garden burned and the pawns are forced to move
security is cast out with momentary regression
a reason is that all you ask
it is you that makes the dice roll and spin
calling out the numbers

as the leaves fell in time
the clock moved ringing out an answer
laughing at hell and the innocent unknowing war
not noticing love but marking nothing in circles
orbiting each others lone premiter stealing
the thoughts you spit out into conciousness
relining the stomichs of surrounding citys

as a parrelle you cheat on anything from a
slight glance to a dirty look leaving the glass
half empty apoigizing to your stereotyped lies
lies you would love to believe about me
and I would die to make them true
if only you could be happy



travis ray cole
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 22:43:51 (PDT)


Och Aye said the noo
bagpipes, haggis and tartan
Scottish Dave is around
His head is quite spartan
William The Burglar
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 19:10:57 (PDT)


Anthony, Anthony,
you're crippled and smelly
but I'll empty my balls
deep in your belly.
William The Burglar
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 16:33:17 (PDT)


Come is said young Paul
Under the glare
Now we are three
Time for Lucky Pierre
Slope
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 15:54:27 (PDT)


Young Paul came to work
He was happy and free
Although he upset the bosses
With his anal tomfoolery
Slope
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 15:52:16 (PDT)


You're left with a taste that's rather bitter
When you extract your tongue from Oxley's shitter
Sloep
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 15:50:48 (PDT)


Thanks Merlin!!!
Santa your a God
Seven of spades
Seven of spades
Pretynd
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 13:45:04 (PDT)


Ox took to work his rather large dinner
And ate it all off his yellow dish
He used the fork in an interesting fashion
He plunged it into his anal starfish
Slope
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 13:09:35 (PDT)


I'm at work
and so is Simon
But he's without
his anal hyman.
William the Burglar
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 13:07:03 (PDT)


Hello Michael
Eve
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 07:38:07 (PDT)


"Stealing Dying Roses and Whispered Kisses"

Take back tomorrow


I live in a world of hell
and still shit down satans throat
would you read back to me
my lovely regilious note

all I see
she is everything
lust love my only dream
your sister is love to me

and take away everything
or call on time
theres hatred in your veins
off balance in your skies eyes

why are you the one that seems
like the only devil to me
why are you the end that does'nt end
sabatoge sabatoge to me
my dream fantasy

all I see
she is everything
lust love my only dream
your sister is love to me
RRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTT


Shut the fuck up
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 06:19:15 (PDT)


Lies to get you nowhere....

If you marry me I'll buy you a camaro
Anonymous
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 06:08:46 (PDT)


EVE’S CUP

Her scent;
enmasse of sempiternal life

Her mouth;
to lure, entice

Erotic ascertain of sincerity sweet nectar
endowed for only him

Eve’s taste;
enrapture to stimulate
his enfever appetite of wanton desires

Entirely climax;
to forget his sorrows
his pain
his adversities
















Withen Ainge
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 20:23:58 (PDT)


"Tranquil Forest"

Walking through a forest of gold
Endless stories of old unfold
A crisp cloudless sky bears the bright yellow sun
White-tailed rabbits go from a sprint, to a run
An easy flowing river of crystals runs true
And fades away down the forest trail, this tranquility belongs to you
A bird stands alone in aging tree
Singing the most beautiful song for thee
I walk alone, smiling, thinking of this tranquility made for me
Beleriand Astarael
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 18:12:49 (PDT)


Id just like to say HEY! To AYATOLLAH cuz she quoted tom petty and try to deny it! Tom Petty is awesome! I saw his concert! So don't even try to fool me! :)
Hopeless Romantic
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 17:20:01 (PDT)


You say you need me,
You say you want me,
You don't say you love me,
Love is what I need.

I can't live without you,
I did for a day,
I am still living,
I kinda enjoyed myself.

Is there anything wrong with that?
Wanting time alone?
All we do is be together,
and spend time on the phone.

This is just wrong,
I don't want to hurt you,
but it hurts me in not doing that,
nothing is right, no one is not hurt, let the pain end.



No One Special
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 17:05:08 (PDT)



running amok
the world in a syringe
untold hopes, soft told lingering
the blasting & wasting of mind
underminning the hopes
silklaced porcelain & drowning cups
subtle angst and vacuum drops
a fractured snout & the all about
the ripping the slow stripping
hooks, claim there skin
undressing the world,
the hope in loss
the loss of
to much all to much
save my world from me
fumbling wings beneath the;
eraze me, delete me, unsubscribe me,
slow strangulation, garroting, golden rope
tired so tired & tired so tired, tired of being tired
sleep, peaceful and idle sleep, sleep within the sleep.

Z
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 11:41:38 (PDT)



There is no God in heaven
There is no religious relief,
There is no God in heaven
There is but one in me.

There is no God in heaven
Theres non to set you free;
There is no God in heaven
There is but a sphered tree.

There is no God in heaven
There is nothing but a need;
There is no God in heaven
There is no heavenly breed.

There is no God in heaven
There is a nothing to seek;
There is no God in heaven
but the reflecting inlets of thee.

Z
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 10:46:38 (PDT)


Demon song

Breather
Occupator
Shaper

The devil's watching every pace you make

Cruel dancer
Liberator
Fling out your arms and take Him in

Proceeder
Dominion & Power

Loather
Laugher
The black hole in my mind


{Mercury in my veins
Ticking in my head
Rattler under my bed}

Seer
Locator
Focus & Delight

While I'm asleep you attend me
Wide awake pretend me

Breather
Strangler
Deliverer & Unborn child

Feaster
Trickster
Scalded and twisted
Steel wings
mind of His own

Caller
Chanter
The dark eye
The light

Harsh lover
&
Processor

Obsessor
Breather

Fly me


K.
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 08:24:23 (PDT)


Thank you for humoring me, Zodiac..
romance...
thanks for the laugh,
I needed that.

Eve
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 08:24:04 (PDT)


The days went by like paper in the wind
Everything changed, then changed again




Ayatollah
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 01:21:37 (PDT)


It's time to move on

Time to get goin

What lies ahead I have no way of knowin

But under my feet baby

Grass is growin

It's time to move on

Time to get goin
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 00:55:40 (PDT)


You were the one who made things different
You were the one who took me in
You were the one thing I could count on
Above all you were my friend
Seige
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 00:53:20 (PDT)


It's wake up time
Time to open up your eyes
and rise
and shine
Avatar
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 00:49:46 (PDT)


You spend your life dreaming
Running around in a trance
You hang out forever and still miss the dance
You were so cool back in high school, What happened?
You were so sure not to have your spirits dampened

But now you're just a poor boy alone in this world


...and if he gets lucky the boy finds a girl to help him to shoulder the pain in this world
Wildflower
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 00:48:37 (PDT)


lines to get you nowhere

ofcoarse I'll marry you and your sister,
but I think we gotta move to utah

can you make speggitti?

I need an extra policy on you
just incase something Happens.

if we get married,can I get my teeth fixed?

Are you still going to cheat on me when we get married?

If you was a guitar,What kind would you be?

it isnt you its me

Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 06, 1999 at 22:54:27 (PDT)


lines to get you nowhere

you smell better than a pizza

can I live in your car?


Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 06, 1999 at 22:41:10 (PDT)


Sitting on my toilet
Surrounded my my own stench
I think of you
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 06, 1999 at 21:45:36 (PDT)


Gefühle Filz, aber, weit von die Vergangenheit, immer nah an Gefühl die Schmerz, Speicher noch nie auch vergessen gehen zum Letzten, Traurigkeit, Verrücktheit, Zorn über Glauben hinaus, gibt es Leben nach Liebe, aber noch tremble ich ohne Ihre Arme, um mich anzuhalten
Le feutre de sentiments, mais toujours oublié, jamais trop loin du passé, toujours près de la sensation la douleur, mémoires vont au bout, tristesse, la folie, colère au delà de croyance, il y a la vie après l'amour, mais je tremble toujours sans vos bras pour me tenir
Feelings felt, but still forgotten, never too far from the past, always close to feel the pain, memories are going to last, sadness, madness, anger beyond belief, there is life after love, but still i tremble without your arms to hold me



A Non, y miss?
- Tuesday, October 05, 1999 at 15:41:09 (PDT)


pull back the lace and taste the wine
the sacrifice, the soul sublime
bodies turning, they entertwine
grasping holding, a feeling divine.

the honey has begun to run,
so sweet, so sticky, lovely one
do not stop nor linger my love,
oooo.. I coo for you like the dove.

fill the empty chasm there
crazy dancing woman faire
run your fingers through my hair
giving in is what we share.

the work musn't stop til the job is done
can not hold it longer love,
come here, come there, lover come
look in my eyes my love
I come...
sharon
- Tuesday, October 05, 1999 at 06:06:56 (PDT)


Yes, I know I have an inquisitive mind.
And it's supposed to be considered a good thing
why, to you, is it such a crime?
I am mean
off white cream
an icky sting
a nasty chicken wing
a taxing dream
a monstous thing
a booger fling
nothing

I deserve hell
I smell
I fell
your arms were scared and let me drop
plop plop plop

It's fine, I deserved it
i am not worth it
This is a disgrace
Sorry

I ask a lot of questions
It gets on everyone's nerves.
But hey, it could be worse...
Atleast I'm not a perve:)

Jane
- Tuesday, October 05, 1999 at 00:08:47 (PDT)


For thoust this pain fills the void
and trickles of reasons fallen loose from frail veins
Small droplets of thou life;
coloring earth with redness sweet
Tasting the bareness with young virgin touch

Withen Ainge


withen ainge
- Monday, October 04, 1999 at 22:26:59 (PDT)


For thoust this pain fills the void
and trickles of reasons fallen loose from frail veins
Small droplets of thou life;
coloring earth with redness sweet
Tasting the bareness with young virgin touch


withen ainge
- Monday, October 04, 1999 at 22:24:06 (PDT)


Why is every last pleasure so
volatile?
Eve
- Monday, October 04, 1999 at 17:29:01 (PDT)



The longing for wasted days,
& straight walking, through the clearing haze.
Re-entered & slithering through the whomb,
mighty-mighty-mighty, on nothing-fumes.

Demon climbed for a sight to see,
The divider that ended in the eve.
Skrying within & thus upon the undefined,
sweet-sweet-sweet, is the borderline.

A wrongful unfolding to undo,
the melting grids, of the self subdued.
Heavely traveled paths to overcome,
falling-stalling-calling, the suspended undone.


The panic minding upon the stairs,
&
the flickering shades of the never there´s,
the mad vibraitions of the trancendent names,
freeing-seeing-being, within the insane frames.

Z
- Monday, October 04, 1999 at 07:12:26 (PDT)


"Lie to Yourself"

My Raven,all eyes
look at me
you know love from waste
you know what it takes
you know me
I know you do
to wait
wait
is life a lie
a black cat to walk thru a shadow
a memorie to lie to and light a candle for
a darkness that is strengh giving power to life
if this is life
our love un noted
un noticed
pronounced love
in love with life
a lie I like
where are you destiny
my heart whispers into the wind
your love would hear love
if you let it

..................
void tomorrow


Copyright{c}1999


Travis Ray Cole
- Monday, October 04, 1999 at 01:25:54 (PDT)


VVVV (sorry,that last entry was me) VVVV

Eve
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 19:47:01 (PDT)


gottagivetogetgottagivetogetgottagivetoget
gottagivetogetgottagivetogetgottagivetoget
gottagivetogetgottagivetogetgottagivetoget
gottagivetogetgotta I givetogetgottagivetoget
gottagivetogetgotta FINALLY givetogetgivevetoget
gottagivetogetgotta LOST givetogetgottagivetoget
gottagivetogetgotta ALL givetogetgottagivetoget
gottagivetogetgotta OF givetogetgottagivetoget
gottagivetogetgotta ME givetogetgottagivetoget
gottagivetogetgottagivetogetgottagivetoget
gottagivetogetgottagivetogetgottagivetoget
gottagivetogetgottagivetogetgottagivetoget

Anonymous
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 19:44:18 (PDT)


would you stand in the v of the tree
for me
if i were to ask
bouncing before you
and do you really think of me
when you are there
when you are
up there
or have I really been
catagorized
compartmentalized
so far away as it seems
cant you see what i really mean
with our fast cars
country roads
and endless time
I refuse to be a time slot
not with you
God not with you
and perhaps my reaction cannot
be rationalized
but no one
ever saw me
as me
as you have
and I have never felt
so safe as
with you
with me
so tell me ....
what is it you cant see?
abbots are generally right
agression is lacking
and you were never supposed
to leave me
I was coming next year
go ahead though


go to Florida State
Pretynd
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 18:57:09 (PDT)


Rob










Van













Dam
RVD
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 16:47:40 (PDT)


...still falling...

Like a house of cards
in stormy weather
like the last clothes
from the strippers body
like the leaves
a glowing autumn afternoon
like an angel
without feathers

falling
falling
falling
falling for you



K.
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 14:53:33 (PDT)


Thanx for the weekend baby :o)
z
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 07:32:35 (PDT)


a frosted bulb
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 06:33:06 (PDT)


>>
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 06:32:35 (PDT)


tits and ass tits and ass
how about looking for a pretty face
I can't imagine how that chicken youv'e got is going to look
over a candlelit dinner
Then again I guess your'e never really gonna see her face tonight..


how sad
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 06:31:57 (PDT)


one day he's gonna have to look for real friends
and it's going to hurt when he cant find one

Then again, what the hell is a REAL friend..?
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 06:28:45 (PDT)


would I look as faithful if I had a cleaver in my hand
would I seem as loyal with a rifle on my back

maybe I'll just pull out one of these arrows..
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 06:26:04 (PDT)


http://pages.hotbot.com/arts/poemamatic/index.html
travis cole
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 00:27:14 (PDT)


Have you looked around?
Did you see the Fairwell Blossoms ?
Winter is upon us !
Anonymous
- Friday, October 01, 1999 at 18:04:31 (PDT)


FUCK
why did you not tell me you had a girlfriend
before I went down on you

you just wanted your cake and wanted it
eaten
Anonymous
- Friday, October 01, 1999 at 15:24:33 (PDT)


Eve,

You write the most interesting stuff, I love it !!
Anonymous
- Friday, October 01, 1999 at 09:32:20 (PDT)


Rolled outta bed only to step in catshit.....oh well.
Anonymous
- Friday, October 01, 1999 at 09:29:33 (PDT)


Imidazolidynil Urea, Dimethicone, Methylparaben, Propylparaben, Carauba Wax, Glycerine, PEG-40,
carbomer
carbomer
carbomer
carbomer
Acrylates copolymer, Citric acid, Dioctyl Sodium,
Salicylic Acid, Xanthan Gum, MONOFLUOROPHOSPHATE,
Sodium Saccharin, Hydrated Silica,Sorbitol and your related
polypols

YOUR MOTHER'S AN ARTIFICIAL FLAVOR
collect all 5 of me
come in different colors and textures
only 2 payments of $49.95
what a bargain
as seen on TV
For best results use my specialized fear component
batteries aren't included
heart sold seperately
wash me
rinse me

repeat me





Eve
- Thursday, September 30, 1999 at 15:59:21 (PDT)


I feel like an ass

big misunderstanding

:-)
Ayatollah
- Thursday, September 30, 1999 at 15:27:12 (PDT)


there is more wax in my left ear than my right
theres a feeling i get
when i close my eyes
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 30, 1999 at 02:09:10 (PDT)


I'm confused

Do you hate me now too Jayme ?


I need ALL of y'all dammit! Even if "The Circle" has dissipated

I really don't want to lose any friends

Wooten might be ready to hang it all up with you, but I'm not

I love you guys
Melissa, Jessyca, Wooten, Wes, You, Brandi, the 54's, Uncle Dave

I'm seriously about to cry
DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT !
I can't lose you people! I'm not screwing around here

Call me tomorrow!


Please say you still love me :-(
RDU3
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 22:39:48 (PDT)


Oh HONEY

Do you remember the foul thing you said on sunday ?
Well to make myself feel betta on monday ....I lured
your man out my way....kissed his face.....and he was mine, I had him on the couch you helped me get. I found
out some of your secrets too.....he is on to you . But
he was more "on" to me......and he was suprisingly good. When he's gone you will miss him.....and one other thing, I've checked my xmas list, and I've checked it twice....and you aint on it anymore bitch.
I will leave you with this, may everything you touch turn to shit, I wish you the worst in life, have a crappy day !!!





Tales from my crib
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 20:31:36 (PDT)


We all must move on at one time or another....it is
predicted in fate, friendships fade, bonds break.....and new friends you will make, you are the
best of the circle and you know it......the others are
merely weak parts of it.
Anonymous U know hoo !
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 20:24:05 (PDT)


he lied...


she found out...

promises break everyday...

You know what?



I don't care!

Apparently we're all divided now

Oh well

I still love each and every one of you

Can't we all just get along?

I value ALL my friends

I wish petty bullshit didn't get in the way

But What can I do?


Death to Brooke Bourne...(kidding)


All of you are still welcome to "Stay at Rich's" anytime you like !

The "Circle" seems divided...





I'm not
Bub
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 15:39:58 (PDT)


Seasons change...




People change...
Jarlaxle
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 15:30:01 (PDT)


how could they do this?
i can't imagine-
have they no heart?
no soul with which to feel?
they mock and laugh-
try to make me change-
to no avail.
their games wear on.
i am wearing down-
beneath the mockery.
i almost give in-
under the constant pressure
i cannot win.
i bow my head
and begin to cry.
and then i vow
to find out why.
why do they torment?
why do they tease?
to build themselves a pedestal.
themselves to please.

ouishe
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 15:29:44 (PDT)


I Love everybody
Ayatolla
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 15:28:18 (PDT)


sshhhh
were not as well formed as we seem
my intelligance is only noticed
because I can detect
your bullshit
I dont want to be held back
just held down
by you
she said I had an aversion
and I agree
thank you miss wine
no I do not desire
their minds
just a challenge
to me
and none of them
are good enough
for mine

Pretynd
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 13:30:07 (PDT)


Live and love freely before time robs you of what you
have, take chances, piss people off, make them laugh,
make them cry, but live and love freely...












Serendipitous Meanings
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 11:54:23 (PDT)


minor2ndsand3rds
directly from the god and goddess
88
black and white
pieces
anyway you choose
the ghost's still in this wooden box


it's the part of me you'll never be

(hey, how you bean, Jane?)

Eve
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 11:39:22 (PDT)


Thank you for accepting me and my spare tire:)
kiss kiss

Jane
- Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 23:30:57 (PDT)


I enjoy solitude again!!!!
yeah!!!!
I can live without my friends
I can live without him!!!
I am a lot stronger than I ever
thought possible!!!
I am the antisocial
cold bitter
unloving
sarcastic
bitch
once again!!!
welcome home me!!!
Pretynd
- Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 17:44:55 (PDT)


...Im a rainbow 2...



K.
- Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 16:02:41 (PDT)


theres potato salad on my sleeve
Anonymous
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 22:13:18 (PDT)


What will happen to all the animals when Jesus comes again?
Anonymous
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 19:02:24 (PDT)


oops
the truth is I dont care
there are really only two people
I do care about
my chronic boy
and shelley
preparing our care packages
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 18:47:31 (PDT)


Sometimes life goes
Bumpity bump, But nothing is as bad
as riding the hump!
Anonymous
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 13:13:52 (PDT)


or the beaver eats you?
Anonymous
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 05:55:50 (PDT)


Eat More Beaver !

Anonymous
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 03:42:09 (PDT)


to touch the tenderness is to extract the waste
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 23:06:36 (PDT)


I guess you heard the drums
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 23:04:24 (PDT)


the oils of infection

controlled poision feelings
anything I could say
you reply with bitterness
I want to bleed into your stream
lined with truth riddled lies
about jokes you deny
and reflect what you expect
with answers of approval
we are in love
with satire and delusion
what ever happened to your blue guitar
the full moon will die like a candle in question
laughing at the static filled lines of social beliefs
where as you trade the truth
the feeling because they place limits onyour dreams
turn to nothing mirrored in false light
stolen from love for a taste of like
and washed back into the well
now going on twiced



Travis Ray Cole
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 23:01:00 (PDT)


her feelings are strong
I could turn
...........
other
I thought this image was you
she looked so familiar
I knew something about her
but did not know her
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 22:48:05 (PDT)


she more than likes me she hates me
with emotion strong
I think
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 22:43:38 (PDT)


It comes to you
It just Does
Trapesing around
Get outta my fishbowl
Pull out the grifter and give 'em
H E L L
Eve
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 22:37:45 (PDT)


-Når en tanke går i smølf-

Synet er som lyset...
vi kan kun se noget i kraft at synsfeltet bliver brudt....ligesom lyset kun kan ses når det blir brudt..man kan se reflektionen..reflektionen giver et billed af hvad det er...synet opfanger kun refleksionen....jajaja logisk men en go parallel...
synet tilhører lyset...men hvad tilhører så mørket??..hvad er lysets negative konstant?...det er mørket..mørket er alt det vi ikke kan se...men ikke destomindre et begreb...en form...en abstrakt form...lyset er den konkrete form...mørket den abstrakte...2 ydre punkter af samme sag...lys og mørke...+ er fylden..- er manglen.....kærlighed er fylden.....had er manglen...lykke er fylde...ulykksaligheden er manglen...gud må derfor også være alt det vi kan se...for han er også alt det vi ikke kan se......altså en stik modsætning til alt det vi kan se........alt det vi ikke kan forstå....han er en naturlig del af vores virkeligheds opfattelse.....ergo må han være en ikke naturlig del af vores virkeligheds opfattelse......separeret.....men en del af os..en fylde og en mangel på samme tid.....for kun ved at ha 2 ydre punkter har man en midte...og midten er udgangspunktet..det neutrale...vi starter i midten..men ender i en af ydre punkterne.....måske er det formålet at forbli i midten....men hvorfor så processen?...man må ha 2 fiks punkter for at kunne finde det 3....det treide værende midten?altså at vi starter med + og - .......og skal finde neutral?eller starter med + og neutralt for at finde - ?
nej vi starter med + og -.....at være mæt og være sulten...at fryse og være varm...men vi er jo ikke hele tiden sulten eller mæt...vi kommer jo unægtelig til midten på et tidspunkt....måske er vi bare ikke bevidste om det...er det formålet....at være bevidst om midten?...at være bevidst om balancen....men hvorfor skabe sådan en proces?....måske er det det man skal skabe for at lave "kunstig intelligens"...en livsform der er bevidst om at der eksisterer en balance og indordner sig bedst muligt efter den..uden at tage hensyn til om man er + eller -...men at man konstant er i balance....en konstant bevægende procces..med en konstant formål....men hvorfor skabe sådan en proces?....et batteri er vel i en konstant procces..men ikke konstant i + og - den er konstant korroderende.....det er mennesket egentligt også vi fortærer for at eksistere..mentalt og physisk....og ældes.og dør.....genskaber os selv...det gør et batteri ikke...hvorfor?...fordi det ikke er selvbevidst...selvbevidst værende?...............at ku se sig selv som et selvstændigt eksisterende entitet?..men er man det?...eller fungerer man i en større procces?..proccesen værende??....livet?..men hvad er formålet med livet....at være konstant i midten?..at forbli neutral..men det er vel kun at holde sig selv i skak...og hvis noget er til for at holde sig selv i skak....hvad gør man det med?..det gør man f.eks. med en vira..måden at "dræbe" en vira....må være at sætte den til at holde sig selv i skak..der blir flere af den?..så må den ha flere formål....eller ville man fjerne den.....den må altså gøre et formål ved at reproducere sig selv......og formålet var at holde sig selv i skak....???...men hvad mere gør vi........vi fortærer..fordi....for at ha et - må man ha et +....vi fortærer..men hvad skaber?modsætningen af os må skabe...men hvad er modsætningen af os......et ikke tænkende ikke-individ...jorden?? universet??.....alt "levende" fortærer...alt dødt skaber???hvad gør død..død skaber tomrum og liv fylder de tomrum ud..så er der en procces..en konstant....en neutral....det helt store svar må vel være at være en procces...uanset om det er + eller - ...blot så længe man bibeholder midten...for kun i midten er der "liv"....abstrakt liv??? abstrakt væren?at man blot er tanken om + eller - .....ikke er + eller - men blot er tanken om + eller -......og adam og eva spiste af æblet...gud sagde nu kender i forskellen på godt og ondt...på ydre punkterne....altså paradiset var midten.....ikke at være eller kende til ydre punkter....fordi ved at kende ydre punkterne er man ydre punkterne....ignorence is bliss????????????

Z
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 19:41:37 (PDT)


That they believe that the earth was flat is either a myth or a plot. How could they when the sky space is covered like a mother's breast, a tongue licking exciting their fancy? So hard to grip the vaginal existence of nature pillaged by the crooked cock of human kind. She is warped into a cruel matriarch, her children rising up to kill her…
For us to remain sane, we must truncate or forget penile science--all things obvious while celebrating the glass globe of the firmament.

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

Santa Maria of the sacred womb,
I want to make you smell like me so that when God comes to ravish you,
he'll know I've been here first.

Santa Maria, I light two candles:
one for you and one for my soul and though it's dark
I know you by your holy glow.

I touch your hair in the cold courtyard with the holiest of intentions.

Santa Maria, you are too delicate to bear the Messiah
Come with me and your body shall be yours again.

Santa Maria, you never respond.
For how can a woman touched by the Cock of God desire someone with no cock at all?

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

She's killing my love and he's letting her.


bigmouth
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 19:15:36 (PDT)


And by god I got to go to
to the town of the
Full Moon




Here have a glass of moral decay
It is on me
all on me she would say


perhaps its not so chronic
that we gotta dance that way
Pretynd
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 18:18:28 (PDT)


he is just the same as when he was a kid.....just a bigger version of the prick he's always been....what
a fucking liar......and a grouch.

Anonymous
- Saturday, September 25, 1999 at 21:19:47 (PDT)


The Lions have been tamed...
Ayatollah
- Saturday, September 25, 1999 at 13:20:13 (PDT)


Chapter one It still sells after your dead

Chapter two analizing the sweetest whore
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 25, 1999 at 09:16:02 (PDT)


"Attention Shoppers!"

Would the lady with the asbestos hat report to the service desk.
the lady with the asbestos hat
please report to the service desk.
can I get an "A"
- Saturday, September 25, 1999 at 08:25:09 (PDT)


Marriage is temporary
divorce is forever
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 25, 1999 at 00:09:11 (PDT)


did I miss a day?
Anonymous
- Friday, September 24, 1999 at 23:38:57 (PDT)


eternally grateful for your arrival on this planet
Eve
- Friday, September 24, 1999 at 14:40:03 (PDT)


FEAR
as i sit alone in this dark room i begin to wonder about today and tomorrow am i gonna make it am i gonna be happy forever am i gonna roll up and pass oh im aching im sad i cant stop crying i fear the worst in all i do i want to be allowed to do the things that i want to do but im trapped in my own fears
APRIL GRABER
- Friday, September 24, 1999 at 07:31:45 (PDT)


"Sweet" dreams

"Sweet dreams" he said, as I left the room
"Yes," I said to myself
"Always."

Sleep now
I'll be here
when you dream
I'll be with you

I can feel the heat and it's soothing

not another day

I'm not leaving now

Not a chance

Sweet sweetest
Could you taste it

dream us
I'm the one
you know
yes it's me
I believe

the undertow
I won't say when
don't stop

Sweet sweetest
could you taste it

Sigh night
come back
spin in the swim
circle the way
we began

Not enough
I want for you
every kiss

Sweet sweetest
could you taste it

My aching dream
all my everything
in the dead of night
I invite you
to believe

In the breath of morning
still in all your glory
making time stop
I invite you
to believe

Sweet sweetest
Yes, it's me, Sweet
- Friday, September 24, 1999 at 03:11:55 (PDT)


Come here
Cuddle me
spoon me
the cows can wait to be fed in the morning
I stretch my arms out to you
I kick my feet
laying on that lovely egg crate
Cuddle me
Jane
- Friday, September 24, 1999 at 00:48:56 (PDT)






law of no law
{music}
leads
ripping strings
feed back
electric sound
tremelo bar bends screams
note after note
crying
a hundred miles an hour
skipping octaves



Gesetz ohne den law{music } Spieler der Guitarre Leitungen, die Zeichenketten zerreißen, wirken elektrische stichhaltige tremelostabschlaufen Screamsanmerkung nach Anmerkung schreien hundert Meilen pro Stunde rück, die Oktaven überspringen
Laanmerkung Saine Électrique de Cris des Chaînes de Caractères des guitare des Fils de Sortie de des Laloisans} joueur law{music déchirant rétroagissent perçantsde Courbures de Barrede Tremelo aprèspleurer de note d ' des octaves de Sauter Centmillesàl'heure



la loi sans } joueur law{music des fils de sortie de guitare déchirant des chaînes de caractères rétroagissent la note saine électrique de cris perçants de courbures de barre de tremelo après pleurer de note d' des octaves de sauter cent milles à l'heure
Anonymous
- Friday, September 24, 1999 at 00:05:13 (PDT)


- 2 b a girl -


Once in a month
u dont jump out of/into
bed
that joyfully.



Anonymous
- Thursday, September 23, 1999 at 22:58:59 (PDT)


Mercury's risen

compelled by freewill
my soul is at peace
and searching has begun
into the depths I retrieve
silence and secure is what I find
fogged by may emotions
I have always known you
ever since the beginning of time
destiny's call in everything I do
I thus far have chose to ignore
I now no more can ever deny
that it will always be you and I

SOulful songs to aid the soul
meaningful words to make sense
potfilled lungs to analysize the data
a mind full of you to make me think
breath drenched in love to give to you
there's room in my heart but not tonight
the night belongs to me fore I am strong
Confidence shadows my every move
I stand tall, proud, and long
you cannot have me, no not for awhile
Sexy is strength, strength is sexy
I am the one in my own control
taking deep with me a feeling of love
for once my primitive primal behaviour
does not strike me afterall to be so odd
One day I will meet with you
as you are my one true god.







Anonymous
- Thursday, September 23, 1999 at 21:36:40 (PDT)


I says there's no room for
tragic death
in the stopgap

There are no men around unless they are four or forty

Wanna scream all the songs
all the songs
in here

inside

but nothing's
nothing's being heard
minor2ndsand3rds
you can't lend an ear
rolling deep
not just a current and not quite tidal
Iv'e resolved to resolve

PRETENDiDONT.FEEL.IT
PRETENDiTbouncesOFF
pretendItSlidesDownFarBehind
and I'm not asking for forgiveness
I'm not asking you to forgive
I'm not asking for you to justify
prove
butter or
gloss
Explain yourself away

you just are these walls

Eve
- Thursday, September 23, 1999 at 20:23:28 (PDT)


and what do you learn from the people that you agree with?
zeek
- Thursday, September 23, 1999 at 16:58:32 (PDT)


"The world"
I still have the taste of you in my mouth
&
the smell of you upon my clothes.

I still have your moans in my ear
&
your sweet smile in my mind.

(But baby....I still have red scratches upon my ass!!)


Z
- Thursday, September 23, 1999 at 16:13:35 (PDT)


I JUST WANT TO GO ON A SMALL
LITTLE TINY TRIP
ONLY ABOUT 4 HOURS
ONLY FOR TWO DAYS
I WILL GO
I WILL GO
I WILL GO
PRETYND
- Thursday, September 23, 1999 at 16:08:30 (PDT)


"THE LOSERS"

In this episode our hero {The secret "PO PO"}
has been recently released from the rehab
where he had to spend some moments
unpaid for by the insurance companies
but worth all of the settlement monies if need be
you see the grand poo bah of landscaping
has been sent to the yard
by his lovely and talented wife
she makes wonderful yard toys out of the most common
household items
and for all the pain she endured
during his latest binge
it was just last week he and his junkie apprentence
beat the junkie apprentence's mama to death
for some money to buy crack that had been
cut with draino
and even though it was just last week
and the junkie apprentence
was on his way up the river
the lord our father and the little baby jesus
have already forgave the landscaping
black and white television watching
dodge driving genius.yes he was freed
and still had enough of a rock-brain left
to lie his way outta that one

his wife was mad and back from mama's
his dog was fed and so was the grass out front
infact he ran across the front yard alone for most of the day
speading seed seed that would make up for everything
she was hurt very deeply
and almost had to go get a job.
loser report #three
- Thursday, September 23, 1999 at 13:42:42 (PDT)


Ever ponder, stop to wonder
what the "band-wagon" is ?
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 23, 1999 at 02:31:22 (PDT)


How can you miss the beauty?
Not hear the song of the sparrow,
miss the crisp air?
Nights are longer, days are shorter.
Celestial churnings, divine deviations.

Anonymous
- Thursday, September 23, 1999 at 02:23:47 (PDT)


The New Age Outlaws have Returned !!!!!!


B.A.
- Wednesday, September 22, 1999 at 22:10:35 (PDT)


the bottom line

_______________________________________________

I saw you last night
but only in my dream
I know you feel me
with
each breath that I take
I know you see me
with each thought I create
Unsure of how or y it works,
I continue to you fantasize
through imaging your masculine face
your eyes and your lips are appealing the most
then onto your hair and gotee, sorry to boast
hunger and desire are what guide me to you
I lust, I long, I shiver, I quiver when I think of you
knowing that you too are feeling it too
If needbe, I shall cross those boundries to get to you
fore isnt that what you really want from it too
instead of always letting it pass us by
make the time and we could go on and hide
take the time to exchange a breath and feeling of love
you know something ... Its your turn ... you decide







gabriel
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 23:13:30 (PDT)



ratTRACKS {from all the hits}

"LAB RATS "
THIS IS A TEST,THIS IS ONLY A TEST

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

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

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

domestic lab rat died here insane
rat pack,rat patrol,rat breath,cat bait
dying of strictnine poisioning
rat acid ,rats bane
Written by TRAVIS RAY COLE{c}copyright1997




MR. MICROCHIP
Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip
all of a suddenly do you wanna get ripped
MR.Microchip Mr.Microchip
all of a suddenly do you give a sh*t
INLINE IN YOUR MIND WHO'S TO BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER DIES
Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip
all of a suddenly do you wanna get rich?
Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip
all of a suddenly do you give a sh*t
INLINE IN YOU MIND WHO'S THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER LIES
Mr.Microtrip Mr.Microtrip
all of a suddenly do you wanna get ripped
Mr.Microtrip Mr.Microtrip
all of a suddenly do you finally get it?
INLINE IN YOUR MIND WHOS THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER
INLINE IN YOUR MIND WHOS THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER
DIES.DIES.DIES.DIES.DIES.
Written by Travis Ray Cole{c}copyright1995
http://www.pandbox.com
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 21:50:19 (PDT)


Color Me Invisible

Da-Da, Da-Da, Da-Da, Da-Da,
Da-Da, Da-Da, Da-Da, Da-Da,
Da-Da, Da- . . . Oh! You're listening~
Now I don't know what to say;
I'm not used to people knowing I'm around
Let alone listen to me.
I have nothing important to say right now,
Save that I hate my job,
I hate my Boss who leers at me;
My car breaks down once a week,
Food is getting expensive and I may
Starve if I don't date my Boss;
And my one obsession, my walking
Illusion, has no idea I exist.
He is my paper dream of color and
Perfection who has the strength
To perhaps paint my world so
Everyone else can see me.
However, this situation is a paradox,
For how can he see me when I
Have no color; How can I be
Painted unless he does it; And
How can he paint me if he
Doesn't see me?
But, you see me . . .
Will you paint me?
Midnight Horizon
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 16:10:15 (PDT)


i want to hate but there's nobody worth it,
you think i give a shit?
lock me in your torture chamber,
its like a burning disease.
i cant fake it and you can't hide it,
why did you throw out the key?
you've got your noose and its getting tighter,
i tried to scream but i can't.
lock me in your torture chamber,
its hate devoures me.
i want to fake it but you control me,
come on and throw out the key.
k williams
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 15:23:07 (PDT)


i want to hate but there's nobody worth it,
you think i give a shit?
lock me in your torture chamber
its like a burning disease.
i cant fake it and you can't hide it,
why did you throw out the key?
you've got your noose and its getting tighter,
i tried to scream but i can't.
lock me in your torture chamber,
its hate devoures me.
i want to fake it but you control me,
come on and throw out the key
k williams
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 15:22:45 (PDT)


i want to hate but there's nobody worth it
you think i give a shit?
lock me in your torture chamber
its like a burning disease
i cant fake it and you can't hide it,
why did you throw out the key
you've got your noose and its getting tighter
i tried to scream but i can't
lock me in your torture chamber,
its hate devoures me
i want to fake it but you control me
come on and throw out the key
k williams
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 15:21:53 (PDT)


i want to hate but there's nobody worth it
you think i give a shit?
lock me in your torture chamber
its like a burning disease
i cant fake it and you can't hide it,
why did you throw out the key
you've got your noose and its getting tighter
i tried to scream but i can't
lock me in your torture chamber,
its hate devoures me
i want to fake it but you control me
come on and throw out the key

k williams
k williams
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 15:21:21 (PDT)


As I look up to the moon,
I am praying you are doing the same too.
SO many miles separate us,
You'll never know how much I miss you.
I find myself,
Holding my pillow so tight.
Wishing we were together,
Every night.
You are my world,
The love of my life.
The pain of our separation,
Cuts me like a knife.
How I long for the comfort,
Found in your arms.
How I wish we were together,
Right now, you are so far.
SO I will go now,
To stare at the moon you look at too.
Praying that you know,
I am thinking of you.

I love you baby, Remember the moon.

~~Ouija's Girl FOREVA~~
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 13:26:03 (PDT)


she shines
in a world full of ugliness
she matters
when everything is meaningless

fragile
she doesn't see her beauty
she tries to get away
sometimes
it's just that nothing seems worth saving
I can't watch her slip away

I won't let you fall apart

she reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by
hoping someone can see
if I could fix myself I'd...
but it's too late for me

I won't let you fall apart

we'll find the perfect places to go where we can run and hide
I'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side
...but they keep waiting
...and picking...

it's something I have to do
I was there too
before everything else
I was like you...
Trent Reznor " The Fragile"
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 11:20:36 (PDT)


Working here is a living hell
because naughty Simon's made a smell.
William the Burglar
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 02:21:45 (PDT)


Would be the sweetest sin of all.....
yes he would
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 21, 1999 at 00:59:52 (PDT)


Sweet Pea misses her too
Ayatollah
- Monday, September 20, 1999 at 22:53:10 (PDT)


I Miss
MY
Angel Love
Little J
- Monday, September 20, 1999 at 19:49:51 (PDT)


Accord
Hey Now
At least wer'e civil
And you want me to write again
right again
Never thought you'd ponder
Perpetual motion within introspection
Centrifugal conscience-voice
alterior selection
Gee, How stellar to be there again
Dropped the musicbox on it's rim

WER'E IN ACCORDION

And hung his head with pride
And Hung his hat to dry
He's ready to die
But I'm not afraid
turned into the person you were four years ago
elastic
And now your'e safe
change for me
your'e only just drawing the draperies yet
visioning A
BIG
BIG

picture

Daniel. Be.


Eve
- Sunday, September 19, 1999 at 23:17:31 (PDT)


··×§ Come, play with me in the magical gardens till the wee hours of dawn. Till the midnight skies are luminated by the days light. A tender kiss I shall bestow upon thy silken lips §×··

·¤·Sweet innocence with a twist of sadistic cruelty in it's finest form·¤·

.·×Seductive sweet torture and the pleasurable aftermath×·.

×§× Love is the taste of blood ק×




×.¸¸.·´¨`»Star Velvet«´¨`·.¸¸.×
- Sunday, September 19, 1999 at 15:50:18 (PDT)


Twenty four years on this earth and I am still no better off than the day that I came in.
I look around at the things that I have accomplished, or have not accomplished,
and I wonder to myself, will it always be like this?
I can't remember a time that I felt completely satisfied with everything for that matter anything in my life.
I look at past relationships and friendships and wish secretly that they never existed
or perhaps that I never existed.

Leah
- Sunday, September 19, 1999 at 14:56:33 (PDT)


26½ years without..73½ to go with you..
Will u give me a blowjob in my wheelchair?
Hunt me down with your walker?
Thank you for the weekend....
They say....Wide awake....
Love the u in the me & the me in u.
- Awoke from the dope - the before we broke -

Z
- Sunday, September 19, 1999 at 14:23:03 (PDT)


...I´ve been having this really annoying nightmare
it lasted 34½ years
Im so glad you woke me up...




K.
- Sunday, September 19, 1999 at 13:12:20 (PDT)


press up against me
tight

closer
closer

yes
I like the way you feel
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 18, 1999 at 21:52:42 (PDT)


Canadian Land Mines Issue

Canadian land mines issue
Politicians politicking
Orphan children mascots for the right way
The only way
To get publicity we have to sell our souls
To the devil dog media
To the CNN to the Yankee Pride
To get our thoughts across we have to
Sell our soul to Yankee Pride
Canadian landmines issue helped by the
Death not of sufferers but of royalty
Stricken down by circumstance and
Pitied by Yankee Pride

Johnny Boy
- Saturday, September 18, 1999 at 01:28:11 (PDT)


Rowen McGregor.........I want you in my ass.
Anonymous
- Friday, September 17, 1999 at 21:32:16 (PDT)


REhAb

"Now it's going to be alright dear"....just give up everything in life that you enjoy and love.....say.....
caffeine, nicotine, sex, weed, booze...and you'll find that you will be so much better off"

Now let me see if I understand all this correctly, give
it all up...the shit that brings me peace? That butt
I crave as soon as I wake ? That java that makes me human much too early? Give up that joint before after and doing work that makes work tolerable? Give up my
illicit safe sex with construction workers and such that I meet in the bar when I've had way too many drinks? Ok, got it.

Now......"SOMEBODY WAKE ME UP FROM THIS FUCKING NIGHTMARE" and tell me this isn't THE definition of
Ironic !!! Whew !!! Somebody fix me a gin and tonic !
Pass that pipe, here put out this ciggarette before it burns me.....and hey you .......you wanna have meaningless sex ??






Saffron/Mellow-Yellow Chick
- Friday, September 17, 1999 at 21:21:07 (PDT)


and they were flying
so fast I nearly
passed away
and we werent past
the decision
but I made mine
I see
I control my
own destiny
And IIIII
I couldnt hide my
religion
And I wont stand another night
without you lying raped
inside me
so waht do you think
about that
Raven?
Pretynd
- Friday, September 17, 1999 at 20:53:46 (PDT)


we got a fast car
wasnt fast enough for me
to fly away
she is merely made a decision
we stayed tonight to
live and die
this way
Portia
- Friday, September 17, 1999 at 20:42:57 (PDT)


I've decided
Not to Waste
My Precious
Time
Sitting
Here
Waiting for his approval
Sure
I love him
But hell
I don't have to
Focus everything around him


Damn, why am I like this?
Ailia
- Friday, September 17, 1999 at 18:54:38 (PDT)


Wow...that was one a really cool dream

But Why was it on a beach?
Oh well who cares
It was certainly realistic
She was so soft and smelled so sweet
Dammit why couldn't that have been real?
It seemed so real at the time
I nearly cried when I woke up and realized it was just a dream
Why couldn't I have just stayed there on that beach?

They say dreams can come true
I'll just keep waiting I guess, I'm used to it by now




The waiting is the hardest part...
Ayatolla
- Friday, September 17, 1999 at 14:17:39 (PDT)


I ran over you with my car a million times last night
In my head
It was as soothing as counting sheep
I feel quick to sleep
I would just back up and start all over again

redredredredredredredblueedredredredredred
jeans
ripping under my tires
redredredredredredredredredredredredredred
all over the asphalt below

your'e a dainty boy
Eve
- Friday, September 17, 1999 at 13:55:59 (PDT)


FOR ANYBODY WHO HAS LOVED

DRIVING WASTED, LOST IN TIME
LOOKING FOR A PART OF ME THAT I WILL NEVER FIND
LOVING TILL DEATH, GRIEVING MY LOSS
WONDER THE POINT OF LIFE AND HOW I GOT THIS FAR AWAY FROM MYSELF
I THINK AS I CLOSE MY EYES
HOW YOUR SKIN FELT LIKE HOME
WHEN YOU WOULD LIE CLOSE TO ME AT NIGHT
REMEMBERING, WHEN I USED TO UNWRAP YOU WITH GENTLE FINGERS.
AS YOU PEALED ME AWAY ONE LAYER AT A TIME
I GOT LOST IN YOU, I WAS TO CLOSE
I COULDN'T SEE I WAS LOSING YOU
I KNOW NOW I COULDN'T LOVE YOU ENOUGH
YOU HAD BATTLES, THAT I WASN'T STRONG ENOUGH TO SAVE YOU FROM.
BUT I LOVE YOU NOW, A YEAR HAS PASSED AND STILL
MY HEART BARES ONLY YOUR NAME
YOU WERE MY OTHER HALF THAT MAKES ME WHOLE
AND LOSING YOU HAS MADE ME LOOK AT MYSELF DEEPER
I'M A GIRL IN LOVE WITH AN ADDICT
I'M STRONGER,I KNOW THIS NOW
BUT ONLY BECAUSE YOU GAVE ME THIS
I NEVER LOVED BEFORE YOU, I NEVER CRIED BEFORE YOU.
AND MAYBE YOU'LL BE IT FOR ME
BUT I WON'T REGRET IT, BECAUSE I HAD LOVE AND I KNOW I CAN LOVE SOMEONE.
ALL THESE WORDS I WISH YOU COULD HAVE FELT
BUT I'M RELEASING THEM INTO THIS VOID
THERE'S TO MUCH I'VE HELD IN AND IT'S KILLING APART OF ME EVERYDAY. I'M NOT THE GIRL I ONCE WAS, I'M BETTER BECAUSE I WAS APART OF YOU AND YOU WERE APART OF ME.
IF I REGRET ANYTHING IT'S NOT LETTING YOU KNOW THESE THINGS. AND NOT TELLING YOU I LOVED YOU EVERY MINUTE I TOOK A BREATH. YOU ARE MY SOUL.AND FOR THE TIME I HAD WITH YOU I AM ETERNALLY GREATFUL.
(IN LOVE WITH YOUR MEMORY}
DAWYN
- Friday, September 17, 1999 at 12:35:10 (PDT)


MORE THAN A WHORE SHE'S GETTING LONELY , WHO IS SHE GONNA CRY TO NOW
SHE FEELS WORTHLESS, WHO IS SHE GONNA FUCK TONIGHT
EVERYBODY IS ON TO HER, WHO IS SHE GONNA LIE TO AGAIN
SHE USES THEM UP AND SAYS THAT IT IS THEM
SHE SPREADS HER LEGS THEN CLAIMS THAT IT IS LOVE
SHE PRETENDS TO BE EVERYTHING SHE WILL NEVER BE
SHE HAS MADE HER WORLD OF ILLUSIONS, BUT EVERYBODY KNOWS WHAT SHE IS....
A FAKE FRIEND- A TWO FACED BITCH- A BEGGER- A LIAR - A DISGRACE - A DECIETFUL TRAMP- A DRAMA QUEEN-
A WASTED MOMENT OF MY TIME, AND MY BELIEVE THAT SHE WAS MORE THAN WHORE.
DAWYN
- Friday, September 17, 1999 at 11:41:09 (PDT)


20 cents a a half a pack of ciggarettes.
Jane
- Thursday, September 16, 1999 at 22:58:52 (PDT)


"Staying at Rich's"



Driving around all night
Not a care in the world
The daylight was sacrificed for sleep
I liked it that way
Am I going to College?
Am I getting a job?
Shouldn't I get in bed a little earlier?

I didn't matter in the summer...

We were free

The Omelete Shop was always there
so was the basement
if not you could always just "Stay at Rich's"
We spawned a million inside jokes
There was Drinking,
Hell Raising,
Laughter,
and Bonding

The foundations were laid for several long-lasting friendships

Friendships unlike the ones I had in the past...They are people I can really Trust in...people I really love


Thank God we entered the "Circle"
It seems like we should have been there all along
but I guess it all came together in the end

The Omelete Shop is still there today...
so is the basement, but it's missing something
But at least we have the trailer now!

We experienced a lot together
We all learned so much from each other
Actually we're still learning
Hopefully we'll never stop

It was truly a fulfilling Summer
I'll never forget it

None of us will

The songs will remind me for the rest of my life
Y'all know the ones

I didn't take a single day this summer for granted
I knew that it would be over too quick
but that's just reality
We didn't want it to slip away, but We had no choice

I'm sure I speak for us all when I say "I had fun"
What more can we ask for?

Things are a little different now...a little more structure in our lives...but I'm still enjoying the situation

Some of us were worried at times
A few were unsure if the friendships would last into the next season

Would they go from the Summer's Flame to the Autumn's Twilight?




I knew they would...

Ayatolla
- Thursday, September 16, 1999 at 22:13:45 (PDT)


I am one tough Mamma Jamma !
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 16, 1999 at 21:13:50 (PDT)


I think I defeated the Hacker!!!!

Thanks to Josh at Citizen's Telecom

WOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Y2R
- Thursday, September 16, 1999 at 15:26:24 (PDT)


Me
I am too easily influenced
I wear my heart on my sleeve
I give too much of my self
I attract loser guys

Wouldn't you just know it?

Sometimes I care to much
I usually love to fast
I get comfortable before I should
I get hurt a lot

Figures!

I anticipate things unthinkable
I see what I want, not what is there
I give in to my emotions
I fall down before I get up

Oh Well......

I allow my mind to wander
I forget a lot
I cry at sad movies
I laugh at myself

So does eveyone else.

I forgive without an apology
I let people run over me
I invite problems to stay over for a while
I have anxiety attacks

Is it any wonder?

I pretend that I am strong
I paint my own little world
I exagerate
I drown in myself

And yet, I still wonder why.
Jennifer Lea'
- Wednesday, September 15, 1999 at 16:33:18 (PDT)


shadows behind pebbled glass
Z i l l i o n
Life is pretty again
and I adore Stephen King

Thanks for listening
Eve
- Wednesday, September 15, 1999 at 08:38:23 (PDT)


All I got was a B+
That's all
Fuck
Jane
- Tuesday, September 14, 1999 at 23:20:35 (PDT)


Hee.....heee.........it is so fucking funeeee.......
she is getting it all and then some.......heee.....hee.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 14, 1999 at 18:15:01 (PDT)


NOTHING

HE STOOD IN FRONT OF ME BLOCKING THE VIEW
HE ASK ME WHERE I HAVE BEEN.
LOST AND DISTANT, WHERE ELSE?
HE JUST STANDS, LOOKING FOR SOMETHING IN ME THAT
DOESN'T EXIST.
WE FUCK WITHOUT REASON
WE KISS WITHOUT MEANING
REALITY FINALLY CAME HOME
A LONG FLIRTATION WAS ALL WE HAD
HE DIDN,T LET ME GO,I RAN
I HAD NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE
AND I TO LEFT EMPTY.


{PICTURES OF POETRY}
DAWYN
- Tuesday, September 14, 1999 at 16:24:38 (PDT)


fuckfuckfuck the fire
I don't have to take your brick walls
I had enough of this from the past 6 relationships I've had
God your'e all the same
I'm just asking for a little response..is that so bad?
Hell, forget it, I refuse to beg.
I refuse to be with less of me
I refuse to waste my words on you

I refuse to waste my words
I refuse to waste my words on him
I don't have to eat it up
IF YOU DON'T WANT TO GET UNDER THE SURFACE, THEN
DON'T
TALK
TO ME
I am not about superficiality
Fuck the Lions, Rams, and Half-horses
I'll hold no alliances to Mars or the Sun
God your'e all the same
This is what happens when you mix fire and water
Eve
- Tuesday, September 14, 1999 at 15:45:34 (PDT)


-Getting behind the mule-

..leaving...always leaving..
tiert of leaving..need being...
mine?...always mine?...think im drunk...
yes im drunk...where are u?...awaiting the chat...
tiert..sad...in need...in need of u.....
life has a strange taste...has the taste of.....
hmmmm......something good but vague...perhaps im just drunk...



Z
- Tuesday, September 14, 1999 at 12:22:20 (PDT)


...the mule...

...are so happy but
crushed
now that you´ve left...
I am
in a wierd mood
now when the crescent is hanging
huge
still
& orange
on the top of the forest...

...in my mind
& heart
& soul
...always...


K.
- Monday, September 13, 1999 at 14:34:16 (PDT)




HUMANITY, A COMMON GROUND
you smell i smell. you fart i fart. you shit i shit
you pick yr feet i pick my feet you get horny i get
horny you cry i cry you laugh i laugh you get angry
i get angry your embaressed im embaressed.you sleep
i sleep. you masterbate i masterbate your wild im
wild you hate pink i hate pink you watch sports i watch
sports you run i run you sit i sit you eat i eat
so whats different? oh yes you listen i talk.
oh shut up!
bird eagel wave
- Sunday, September 12, 1999 at 22:43:57 (PDT)


The Horseman

He roamed the range finding the perfect beauty-boy,
he sent him away to learn the ropes, he came back.
He rode him and used his joy.
Strife met life that fateful day
for he had been caught with little
Ms. May. When the beauty-boy-joy-toy made a mishap
the horse had run his final lap. For blows he did
suffer and time did linger, all it would have took was
one trigger finger.
Morning came the fence did tangle and beauty-boy was
all mangled. He rests now, no more pain running in heaven thru the gates.
The horseman shakes now when no one looks for he knows
he robbed beauty. He works the land and knows all to well that he will surely reap what he hath sewn.






In Memory of Beautiful Black Jack
- Sunday, September 12, 1999 at 20:35:22 (PDT)


The Last Word


You feel so deep your eyes, your hair,
your look
deserve you deserve me
my care
your tingle
deserve you deserve me
my heart
your soul
deserve you deserve me
the glass that stands between us, so thick
deserve you deserve me
me for now
your forever
deserve you deserve me


Can I ever compare?!
Laura
- Sunday, September 12, 1999 at 16:18:54 (PDT)


The Last Word


You feel so deep, your eyes, your hair,
your look
deserve you deserve me
my care
your tingle
deserve you deserve me
my heart
your soul
deserve you deserve me
the glass that stands between us, so thick
deserve you deserve me
me for now
you forever
deserve you deserve me


Can I ever compare ?!

Laura
- Sunday, September 12, 1999 at 16:06:13 (PDT)


jesus jesus jesus
how many times must I ask ?
we wondered about my misfourtune
decidedly my defect
is my only talent
hide my colour sights
got to hide them good
wouldnt want you to lose your challenge
get some melody with that sound
Pretynd
- Sunday, September 12, 1999 at 15:36:49 (PDT)


I bought a fishing hat today.
Jane
- Saturday, September 11, 1999 at 16:50:16 (PDT)


my love for you is tasteless now
I've bowed and bit the concrete
I taste the grit of eath
I feel the pain of hurt
I turn sour tasting my own blood
mixed with manmade rock and dirt

you are just a flower
in a garden gone dry on a lonely planet
called earth
I don't care if theres someone somewhere else
I dont care to hurt

watching bats in the darkness
not remembering the reason first
stab me in a delusion
do I deserve a poision kiss of thirst

with your wings of heaven
and prayers of the woods
I don't recall giving you
every bit of the truth
when I love you
was as real as the blood I bleed
and to steal tomorrow is to far into you
I turn around from nothing
your gone so is the seasons fool

stab me again tomorrow
lie to me with truths
I'll have to feel something
or run like a river
that spits right back into


"The Ocean"
How blue her eyes
a heart so deep with feeling
I could get lost in you

everytime I talk to you
- Saturday, September 11, 1999 at 06:38:51 (PDT)


Hi,
is there a search section to this page
where I could look up certian poems or poets

Anonymous
- Friday, September 10, 1999 at 21:34:57 (PDT)


cryptic and somwhat impasive
you'll keep me detain
i feel i've been hand culfed
or some how restained

painfully beautiful you are
in my arms
but much to far

Anonymous
- Friday, September 10, 1999 at 09:26:32 (PDT)


Subliminal Messages of Love
inside left for love
a garden
gears in the clock of lust
reach for chords in trust
twisting love
playing again
caring for someone
begin to refrain
denying rust
eat thru the pain
shower of feeling
maybe maybe
it could be saved
tomorrow,theres to many tomorrows
save the smile
swim in the future
live today

Anonymous
- Friday, September 10, 1999 at 02:59:41 (PDT)


up all night
plunking away
coffee for the buzz
butts for the can
hear the strokes
see the expression
alone, alone, alone,
all alone at the PC.
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 09, 1999 at 23:29:56 (PDT)


I keep dreaming with my eyes wide open
dwelling within the space between sleeping and
living
Mary Jane
I still carry you deep within
Dying to share a whatchamacalit or eleven
Thank you for your energy
Let's drink in a fruit-soda-sea
Your'e everywhere I am
I'm everywhere you are
even though wer'e far apart
I'm still holding the light you showed me at ACDA
I couldn't stop looking when we were on the lobby benches
at "the choirgirl hotel"
And on my birthday
I instantly preserved what you were
(Sitting ridiculously with my fried chicken lunch)
I don't know if you ever knew that
just wanted you to know
Keep the faerie aglow
I still carry you



be sure of me

Eve
- Thursday, September 09, 1999 at 22:43:21 (PDT)


"Thats Beautiful"
She's got wings white and bunny tail
in a cloud looks at everything
I left in her life
I can't return the calander
Its not that I don't care
I have to love something
if only sand on the beach thats washed away into the end of the day right back into nothing
as the sun warms the loniness of thoughts about the rocks that skip past us
past yesterday into the depths of our hearts lost
nothing
the moon looks down iinto the water and shines but not on me the stars shine a distance for some one in love

I don't know them
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 09, 1999 at 22:35:13 (PDT)


Stealin flowers for the one I love
get in the way
push comes to shove
hatred for the feeling love I'll waste ya
stealin flowers for the one I love
shes nowhere I can see around us
missing in my heart of lust
somewhere in tomorrow

theres nothing noone but us
that means yiour the one I trust
ever if there was to much shes the one
I tell you

stealin' flowers for the one I love
there really was noone else
in the moon I declare my lust
I'm the one who loves ya

stealin' flowers not cause they cost to much
just because I love you some
that was a close one

Anonymous
- Thursday, September 09, 1999 at 22:25:51 (PDT)


hey trip in your white
in your white alright
don't you love me
are you for real
hey trip in your white its night
get it right dont you love to
trip in your white
dont trip in your white heels
is that how it feels
are you falling
its me calling dont forget
you love you
and thats all that is real
dont you love me wanna own me
what channel got you to feel the way you want to
deal dont you write no
get it right though
are you still the only one
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
before my
crazy girl came along and found us
this is over now this is long gone pretend that she dont flip in her head maybe she'll go away
shes there cause she got paid
in the mind of caged tomorrows
yesterday she was a marytrl to someplace in hell
so she cant love
thats her problem not mine
i wasted to much time
now she came but not to ryhyme
and I'm gonna leave her
I m goona be nowhere for her
Im not going to reconize there is a her
except for tomorrow
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
in the sunrise in my eyes in the wake of goodbyes
I love the look the real
the index of your heart
are you ever going to remember
there was that one december
when you never listened to my whispers


Anonymous
- Thursday, September 09, 1999 at 22:18:23 (PDT)


Work-Work-Work
10 then 9 then 12 then 13,
i like hours, i like life,
but not at work!
Work-Work-Work
Should i say stop?
should i quiet?
They say im a workaholic????
but i dont really enjoy work?
I dont fall asleep anymore,
i just collapse, on my bed.
Should i say stop?
should i quiet?
Work-Work-Work
Is 50.000 a year,
worth being without freedom?
Is being without the love of your life,
worth Work?
Work-Work-Work
Oh i see, i should have found a job,
that i liked to do...
hmmmm...
Busy-Busy little bee,
humming sweet in the tree,
is it hony or work you seek,
Work-Work-Work
But tomorow, i´ll jump the train,
See you around eight,
I´ll suck the honey of your lips,
and seat you upon my hips,
oh...if this could be a career,
i would always be there.

Z
- Thursday, September 09, 1999 at 18:34:02 (PDT)


Private Reverie


She sat upon the eight millimeter
Piece of film they call her life.
However, she never asked for it;
It began without asking and it will
End the same way.
For something she never ordered,
They could at least have made it just a
Little more tolerable, and lot less
Maddening. But, the filmmaster will
Keep on showing the film,
Showing the pain and the rain that always
Seems to accompany that emotion,
Like the stupid token parade when someone
Needs to get lost.
But perhaps, this parade isn't such a bad thing;
Getting lost would be good, be a relief
From the attention of the undesired audience
And the hecklers in the front row.

As she looks up from her reverie,
She finds that it's another day
And another chance to find her way.

Midnight Horizon
- Thursday, September 09, 1999 at 08:49:54 (PDT)


"Another"

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..
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 09, 1999 at 08:40:24 (PDT)


Demon Feast

its time to lay down
to forget every thing
just remember how it was
and never give in to your demons
for they are always there
to strike at you when ever
you close your eyes
when ever you feel skin on skin
and finaly you sucumb
to their balefull cries
they come at you with claws outstretched
blood dripping from their mouths
in anticipation of the feast to come
to feed on your mind
bringing anger and pain
for what is life with out it
only a farce and a lie


shine
- Thursday, September 09, 1999 at 07:00:28 (PDT)


Save this day that special way
Buried in a shallow grave
Blossoms crushed between the page
For such desires lives are paid
Reaping what we did not sew
Possessing what's not our's to own
Nothing left for future stakes
Innocence dying in our wake
Damning those who dare this fate
Whose insolence belies their shame
Whose arrogance denies their blame
Whose ignorance denies their pain
Leaves one to wonder ever were we sane
Destroying that which once sustained
Every priceless precious thing
That suffered long
To die in vain
A. Nonymous
- Thursday, September 09, 1999 at 02:18:46 (PDT)


I see right through transparent you
You're so fuckin' lame
A delusional loser
A self abuser
And you won't ever change
A. Nonymous
- Thursday, September 09, 1999 at 02:13:33 (PDT)


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

Request for documents denied
with money
dates are changed
not me and you
the oil spill occured
then
now long time ago
later it never happened
never

Planned oil spills
how big is big

to burn or not to burn

pounding storms help cleanse

oil spill boosts economy
{better than selling candles,
I don't care how pretty you are}

entra bonus
*pumps made in ohio
{he said pumps}

damaged wildlife
--------------------------
cold oil treatments

praise the lord of fries
Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 23:57:54 (PDT)


Regrets
I spelled it wrong.

But no, I have no regrets.

Jane
- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 22:27:42 (PDT)


But it's ok
I'm ok

I have no regrests as of yet.
No need to worry.
Jane
- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 22:26:49 (PDT)


why doesn't she need me?


I am trying too much
And I am losing touch with her.

Yep, it hurts.
I have begun to hate the great attitude of need
I have begun to curse the falsehoods of Godspeed
I have decided to smash the magic mirror in vain
I miss my Torment's Blue and Mr. Insane
I feel drained of course.

But I wanted

I am losing shape


Jane
- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 22:22:13 (PDT)


Ilovesoftbrownsuedefringe
and
I love the way your breath feels when you stand real close
in that tiny little stock room at the V-Sec
But you know I know you touch the other girls like that too
But just let me have a little piece of this
A slice of time with you


Thanks Mike
Eve
- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 19:55:11 (PDT)


everytime I leave to hide myself I will return
with my desire
with my empire
all for you
and how can i withstand
a perfect night in hand
resting here with you?




God just let us come again
Pretynd
- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 18:56:38 (PDT)


stupidity runs through my veins like heroin fills the body of a homeless addict secluded from society cause he can not bow down to the utter humiliation of the phrase "would you like fries with that."
fantasie
- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 17:15:29 (PDT)


" we are all plastic soldiers in a miniature dirt war." quoted from Jim Morrison
fantasie
- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 17:03:57 (PDT)


...slipping...
Starting like an ache in my bones, tumbling to my stomach, driven by a fever or rage, more powerfull than anything known before, then slight dizziness as im sinking further down or up, from this point i cant tell directions anymore, while my breath grows heavier, deeper and slower, then im reaching, stretching my mind, gasping for control or horizon, avoiding and wanting the pain that lies beneath loving & living, the sweetness and the pleasure it brings, falling as im holding on and lifting as im letting go of reason & faith - the great curve that divides & holds us as continents or marks in the landscape - tripping over like a lost giant into the sea above, slipping through the black whole, leaving and entering relieved & released.







Alma
- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 14:07:14 (PDT)


The taste in your mouth is incredibly bitter,
when you take your tongue out of Simon's shitter.
William the Burglar
- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 09:08:52 (PDT)


"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
Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 01:52:07 (PDT)


"Today a Fever"

Could you hold me?
wipe the sweat away from me
the chill inside that never goes away
could you cure me with your touch of loving
wipe the fever
wipe the fever away
would you cool it with your hand
it's your hand that takes the misery away
could you tell me that it will all be o.k.
would you help me just you can feel it
cure it make the feeling go away





Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 07, 1999 at 21:59:35 (PDT)


"The French Fry Machine Operator"

I wish there was somewhere I could sell
the grease squeezin's from my face
if you knew someone or just someplace
I could get a pound a week
on the blackhead market
do you want liquid or solid form acne?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 07, 1999 at 14:12:31 (PDT)


"IT'S TIME"

Summers gone away
happiness ain't no flower
the warm sun returns to nowhere
and all the love is gone
all the love is gone
my best words in the fire
a coldness only you could replace
hatered like the winter
look upon your face
you want to hurt something
theres something you could break
and you look so beautiful doing this
maybe theres some mistake
would you feel better loving
is anything in the way
all the bitterness
and the street a block away
where the wind will caress your hair
you will give your thoughts away
take from my heart
and call it a fair trade
and suppose you walk back tomorrow
into my life for one day
so I can douse you with feelings
and compliments you've heard mixed everyday
is that to stop the weather
from stealing your good looks
on the beautiful clock in the corner
we will own one someday.

it will lie to us and keep us awake


































Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 07, 1999 at 13:41:41 (PDT)


GROWING OLD GRACEFULLY

Although I'm old, I know my mind
I'm not a total duffer.
So come on cunt, I order you
to come and touch my chuffer.
William The Burglar
- Tuesday, September 07, 1999 at 11:00:17 (PDT)


find a place for it in our.....
find a place for it in our.....
find a place for it in our......????
please tell us where you couldn't find
a place for it in your........commode ?????
we have to know !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






















I. wanna. Know
- Tuesday, September 07, 1999 at 06:46:40 (PDT)


stop the madness.....respect ALL self expression...no
matter how shitty it is.....it all comes from a deep
place inside.....who has the right to judge something
so personal??? not you nor I.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 07, 1999 at 06:43:44 (PDT)


KENT CODE NAME KENT
CALL HOME
THIS IS NOT A DRILL
KENT
CODE NAME KENT PLEASE CALL HOME
Anonymous
- Monday, September 06, 1999 at 20:47:17 (PDT)


STEAL THE COLOR FROM MY EYES

it could never be the same
it is so far gone
I loved you until I died now I'm just insane
feel the reason gone away bleed right out and burn
lie to me until tomorrow
or until you learn
I loved you until I died
I tried I had to tell me you seen the light
or the street turned you into
hate the love
no surpriseis it me you belonged to
I would'nt know because I was'nt there
but it works to justifiey what you do.
Ii ain't got that much time
I tried to play with you
if ever you did care
there's no one left for you to tell it to
Travis Ray Cole
- Monday, September 06, 1999 at 18:47:57 (PDT)


SUBMIT RESET

A rejection from us does not necessarily mean
that we think your writing is without merit;
we think your writing is without merit;
we think your writing is without merit;

rather, it simply means we could not
find a place for it in our
find a place for it in our
find a place for it in our

A rejection from us does not necessarily mean
that we think your writing is without merit;
rather, it simply means we could not find a place for it in our

A rejection from us does not necessarily mean
that we think your writing is without merit;
rather, it simply means we could not find a place for it in our
Anonymous
- Monday, September 06, 1999 at 18:36:34 (PDT)


since you know whats on every page
what is tomorrow

Anonymous
- Monday, September 06, 1999 at 13:08:55 (PDT)


It was my turn to break up
you don't care
I did'nt give enuff
of me for you to tear down

It was my turn to break up
my heart is on your emotional roller coaster ride
you always hurt me with your pride
you have no love
and again you lied

It was my turn to break up
I got to get it together
so you can break it up
it would hurt more if it was'nt everyday
theres one more thing I really wanted to say
It was my turn to break up
Anonymous
- Monday, September 06, 1999 at 13:07:25 (PDT)


"Jim Morrison"

What do you think John Lennon meant
by the girl with colitis goes by?
is this some ahead of his time refrence to
pink floyds skate/dance cut off the wall.
I also was wondering
how you justify cheating on me?
yes I'm talking to you
who else is cheating on me?
Anonymous
- Monday, September 06, 1999 at 11:49:38 (PDT)


I'm not a cow,
I'm not a fish.
Fuck me, Simon's
cocked his dish.
William The Burglar
- Monday, September 06, 1999 at 10:57:52 (PDT)


today i'm happy
i dont know why
is it because my life is better
do i have a purpose?
have i found a partner?
if i truely thought about it
i think its because
i'm over her
its fact that we're never gonna get back with eachother
we still love eachother deeply
living together... no way not again
so the life i thought i had disappeared
to remerge once again without pain

shine
- Monday, September 06, 1999 at 05:54:50 (PDT)


I'm glad I got to hang out with the Prince!
The Princess will be back soon too!



Kick ass!
Ayatolla
- Monday, September 06, 1999 at 02:03:13 (PDT)


yep

girlfriends mad again

..................

EVERYONES A WINNER
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 05, 1999 at 20:59:53 (PDT)


Step in the arena and break the walls down





Where's the stage?

My people are waiting...
Ayatolla
- Sunday, September 05, 1999 at 14:15:38 (PDT)


and I was supposed to see him today
where where has he come?
and after I am filled on him
we would go to my family
where I would entreat upon
my desires
Pretynd
- Sunday, September 05, 1999 at 13:22:47 (PDT)


This is the best writing tool on the net to write
it is so easy to write poetry here like paper
you can write it and go back and get it and rewrite it and fix it again and again until you are done
and its saved for quite a while so you
always have time to break out the discs
and keep it forever
if your not a poet when you get here
you will be when you leave
great fun in an instant
and the price is right,save the trees
peace
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 04, 1999 at 21:49:51 (PDT)


I still know...........




what you did last summer.
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 04, 1999 at 10:53:33 (PDT)


Angela
I love you so much it is written
in blood in vain in love
Angela oh Angela
how could I live without
Angela
please do not look away
I love for I only love you
without that I love I would surely not be here
I would not exist
you are inspiration
to me you are life
annonymos
- Saturday, September 04, 1999 at 00:34:31 (PDT)


i gave you your c.d. back along time ago
how about the money you owe me asswad?
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 04, 1999 at 00:28:58 (PDT)


How tender and lovely her eyes
the eyes that look at me
Angela so beautiful
a walking living dream



you know it




Anonymous
- Saturday, September 04, 1999 at 00:12:10 (PDT)


"Angela {sculpture of love}"
Have the heavens cast you down
for my eyes to behold

what master has drawn this form come true
living art of life shaped into warm flesh
delicious Angela poetry herself a dream
exotic

Anonymous
- Saturday, September 04, 1999 at 00:08:07 (PDT)


Angela
to move is to attract attention
to smile is heart stealing
ripping the insides out

to glance in your direction
is to film the living art inside my mind
to be played and replayed a hundred times
Angela there is no art but Angela

an Angel to steal my mind
I love only Angela
I lust only for Angela
angela be mine



Anonymous
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 23:31:29 (PDT)


Oh Angela with movements of art
and art would be your name
so beautiful as the ocean at sundown
like a flower in the spring
Angela your dark hair
as that of a lustful mane
would I hope to see tomorrow
if ever I could hold you and have the chance to say
ANGELA my ANGELA
an angel
who could not love you
who could compare you
inside a heart that could feel love
if there was a heaven it holds your name
inside the mind of lovers Angela
you drive me to the edge

Anonymous
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 23:18:51 (PDT)


de donde esta mi amor? aqui! in the bushes where
paul farted! ah si, si, tu estas estupido? yes yes
iam iam! say have a boyfriend? ah nomete gusta!
marigon! ah i get it your one of those sexy foriegners
right? hey baby wanna go for a ride?! el macho macho
man i wanna be a macho man...si? getche getche yah yah
yah!..ouh!....tu puda! arriba la rasa! tu madre es
becho y tu tambien!....oh yeah talk dirty to me!
adios! hey baby where u goin hunny i was just gettin
started chicky! hey hey...oh man now i gotblue balls


dick walked in silently creeping into the willow
of darkness- paul paul! wanna go for a ride?!
oh vay said dick....hey baby my ass is nice and tight!
oh yeah.....macho macho man....oh oh the train!
gotta go nighty nighty..catch ya on the flip side!


paul wiped his ass..............FIN
Dionne Warwick-your psychic friend
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 23:11:09 (PDT)


------------- hey guess what?! oh never mind you would ignore
it anyhow..but wait! i want your aproval. i want your
aceptance. i want your forgivenes..----hey guess what?!
why won't u listen? do i have koodies?! i need your love
i need your human. i need your peace. do i have to choose?
-----hey guess what?! FUCK YOU!

oh and p.s.! i want my cd back bitch!
Itchy
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 22:51:22 (PDT)


I hate Hackers
I hope none of you ever become one
They took my computer away!!!
*SOB*SOB* Why God...Why?

Oh well
I'll be alright
Ayatolla
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 19:04:53 (PDT)


How about them planes?
Way too much Deja-Vu for one moment
My head will explode
He had auburn hair and a matching moustache
I saw him last when I was 4
In a car next to ours, travelling on the turnpike

I swear I saw that man fall into that ditch before with that plane
I should have warned him
He wasn't sober
I should have warned him about what I already saw him do
RIGHT NOW
RIGHT NOW
RIGHT NOW
Gonna fall
He's gonna fall
And sure enough...

To bad I didn't know his name
But I wanna say Mitchel
Would have been nice to see him again

GOODBYE
Eve
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 17:57:09 (PDT)


Why not me?





K.
Anonymous
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 14:47:52 (PDT)


I still love you




but there is no-where for me to turn!
Anonymous
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 11:04:40 (PDT)


"Voice to Sell"

channel
license
channel
machine
warm with reception
static fade
tube
here
alarm
no there
near or far
loop
wire
pot
potentioneometer
bounce
over
old news
around
off lake
wave wave wave
antenna
into
Travis Ray Cole
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 10:35:24 (PDT)


after she blew her fucking brains out.....the family waited......and waited....with tears....and without tears....they are still waiting.....I think.
Anonymous
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 09:21:13 (PDT)


She waited.......and waited....and she waited with tears, she waited without tears...then one day she grew
old and tired of waiting.....she blew her fucking brains out.

Anonymous
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 09:14:47 (PDT)


Leave him,run with me
leave the heart you know as unloved
leave the feeling of hopelessness
and live again
leave him
Anonymous
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 03:49:08 (PDT)


I am missing

Jane
- Thursday, September 02, 1999 at 22:25:25 (PDT)


Hip hooray, boo boo boo,
Northern Simon smells of poo.
William the Burglar
- Thursday, September 02, 1999 at 20:49:32 (PDT)


and I used to hide in your love
just where it was safe
where I knew you would carry me to
if I were to lose myself
you could make me find myself
but I lost myself in you



I just want to feel safe again
Pretynd
- Thursday, September 02, 1999 at 19:16:26 (PDT)


Angels Are Misteriouse People They Gane Wings As we Cry they Lose Wings As Soon As We Die.
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 02, 1999 at 18:33:34 (PDT)


How cold I am inside
only you could feel my pain
froze with stabing feelings
electric shock treatment

untied from you in death
wrapped in white vest
walls to rebound against
if only I could past the test

















Anonymous
- Thursday, September 02, 1999 at 17:44:07 (PDT)


stars manifest within you, birds sing so gently through you
the moon, ohh the moon shines bright in you, what is left
of you?

try darkness, hate, anger, greed, hurt, pain, strentgh,
fire,lighting,bordom, murder, passion, sexuality,
regret, dispar, and forgiveness. forgive you, build you
, be you, and then there comes me.
Louise
- Thursday, September 02, 1999 at 14:28:58 (PDT)


"I must save her, save her from ugly warriors, save her
from disappointment from these ugly warriros!",said
the angel without a soul. "I must save all of her kind
so that they will be free and protected, and bask in
the security that is owed to them so!",wishfully speaking
the angel with out a soul. What about your security,
what about your serenity, what about your soul!, I said
She is owed what she casts forherself. Your are owed
what those ugly warriors never achieved! What about you!
Save yourself oh clueless angel with out a soul!
Save yourself! She is lost like those ulgy warriors
she chooses. She is doomed to be. Save you, you have
a chance! Save her and you are cursed. Save her and
you be dead. For it is my fault you can not do
what is needed. It is my fault and my brothers
for you can not see what is needed. But now it
is your journey to make what is needed, find what
is needed,praise what is needed,teach what is needed,
and kill me from your depression. By now you should
have, for you will become an ugly warrior.
Louise
- Thursday, September 02, 1999 at 14:06:02 (PDT)


"where is he?", she said. where is the fire that sparks
my coal. the very same coal that sits alone in the dark
waiting for others to start a fire. where is my "man of fire?"
where can he be? i never thought my fireless soul
will continue with such emptiness, without passion,
without choice, or say! why must i rely on them, why
can't i find him to set me free of all this quietness!
"where is he?", she said. he is right here waiting for
me to calm his intensity. "where is he?", i say.
he is where he belongs, in me.
Louise
- Thursday, September 02, 1999 at 13:55:38 (PDT)


it is funny how the cat resembles
a peanut butter sandwich
if I had my way
I would be the one
the only one
to install two mini-toilets with ice in each room
for his drinking pleasure .
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 02, 1999 at 06:30:48 (PDT)


Oh could it be that I have love left
take the blood from me
take the blood that loves her
stop the heart that beats
it knows one
she could open it
it might as well be dead

could it be my eyes see through the lines
there is nothing but the undivided love
inside the minds promise
in her eyes she tried to love something and
my heart wanted it to
to be the answer
to tell yes I love you

could it be I live today and death would
cure me too
I can not turn away
her motion is the only truth
her motion that could only be art

her steel pallet and warm thieghs
color bleeding into the heart of love
a spell that would break the heart
scalding emotionless lies into
remembering only her
for she is the only one
the reason

Anonymous
- Thursday, September 02, 1999 at 06:27:19 (PDT)


"Admit it so we can be at peace with the waves"

would he next pass the monkey test
and or be morphed into whatever
scenerio
they wrote him into
whatever was on the news that day
he would have to accept the sentence
and slip into the role of the televisions
worst bad guy of the day
for that was the curse of the
elders
they knew he was up to something
but it was to much of a bother to
find the truth
and the television had so many answers
for so many years
he must become responsible for the societys nightmare
of media at five and at six and again at ten
it was his fault
in the mental minds he could not extingish
Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 01, 1999 at 23:12:03 (PDT)


Surveillance
ran into an extensive amount of money
why
just the crack
alone
certainly only used
to keep the team awake for hours on end
was way beyond anything the budget
allowed
it was cold like winter some hours and
some of the team had nothing else to do
no life
but quit anyway
slackers
slackers i say
keep the toilet bowl cam floating
keep your eyes in the peek hole lens
even if it causes you to go blind with eye cancer
Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 01, 1999 at 23:05:24 (PDT)


You told me you wanted to make love
but all we made was the perfect one night stand
and here I am again
all by my self
Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 01, 1999 at 21:22:01 (PDT)


And I told them all today
I justthrew it out there
I think I may have made him cry
which as horrible as it may be
I felt proud
and I have to thank the boy who backed me
I was told I was on a lyrical edge
I am glad I didnt jump off
Pretynd
- Wednesday, September 01, 1999 at 21:19:56 (PDT)


"HI"
Die Kristalle Auf Den Kleinen Roten Haaren
DAS
ERREICHEN HERAUS VOM HELLGRÜNES
MASSENWENDEN AN STAUB
GRÜNER UND ROTER GOTT DES STAUBES
BILDETE
KUNSTCLebencWürfel PHASEN WIEDER IN VERSTAND
VERVOLLKOMMNEN
SIE
ERREICHEND FÜR DAS HELLE
LÜFTEN SIE DAS BEWEGEN IN UND
UM
-CWurzeln, DIE NICHT DAS GRUNDC
WASSER KENNEN, DAS
GEFÜLLT WIRD MIT WARMEM HELLEM GLÜCK GEFÜHL DER LUFT
EIN
WEITERES MAL
WIR KÖNNEN DIE WELT
SICHERN WIR KÖNNEN UNS
SICHERN
DAS WIR DIE BLUMEN RIECHEN KÖNNEN
DIE SCHWÄRZUNG
DIE WURZELN KENNEN
DAS ERREICHEN FÜR NACHT UND
WUNSC
ZU WACHSEN.
GESCHRIEBEN DURCH
Travis Ray Cole
oeoeoe@usa.net
- Wednesday, September 01, 1999 at 19:17:21 (PDT)


dearest kaleena,

i wrote to you in hope of a change now i write to you in hope that you will change me. everything is good innocense is fine but you know what i actually have on my mind. a time on the hill a swim in the lake a friend to enjoy and five minutes to bake. i miss them times i miss it all but theres always next summer cause again we are driven apart by the fall. every year worse every summer long but i would like to go back to 97-98 when stairway to heaven was our song.

always remember and trust in me cause our friendship will strengthen when it lets summer be.
fantasie
- Wednesday, September 01, 1999 at 15:52:04 (PDT)


more and more planes have been falling as of late
you say it's gonna rain all day
i know how hard your meteor is, boy
cause Iv'e felt it before
under the asteroid belt
even though you don't know it
Just waiting for the right alignment to occur
Lets go vanish together somewhere...

I'd get lost with you
anyday

Eve
- Wednesday, September 01, 1999 at 15:46:34 (PDT)


I feel wonderful tonight!!!!!
fantasie
- Wednesday, September 01, 1999 at 15:44:29 (PDT)


"MORE RADIO"

each channel
bieng three
three bieng one
a single microchip dividing thoughts
echoing in unisome
with a stream of rejected thoughts
looking for the right one
the machines hand keeps turning
leaving god in each one
Travis Ray Cole
- Wednesday, September 01, 1999 at 15:43:15 (PDT)


{ { { { { Verstärker voll des Ratte}}}}},

das es ein Probe....it ist, ist nur eine Spur

DIE:::
MÄUSE UND DAS FALLHAMMERCRad UND SPERREN DEN:::
VERSUCH SIE EIN,
BIS SIE::
AUSGEBILDET SIND: SCHLUSSES
RATTECRennen DES GIFTIGEN MICROCHIPCAntwortendcNagetiers:::
GESCHMACK WIE HUHNCZufuhr ZUR SCHLANGE DES TODES::
rat face dies with human skulls skeliton eyes of death:
Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 01, 1999 at 15:37:17 (PDT)


phrases are meaning
turned to weather
a sudden sound of thunder
wet cold morning time
knowing winter is coming
and sunshine will deny our name
dont you remember summer
theres no use to say
who coined the phrase "fuck me pumps"?
i ll pay you a dollar twenty-nine
everytime you use it in a poem
and the word media will cost you your life
aaaahhhaaaaa haahhaaaahaaaaa aahhaa haa hhaaaaaa ha
non-
- Wednesday, September 01, 1999 at 04:05:58 (PDT)


here again
I'm still alive
Sometimes the princess needs to cry.
why?
It's around that time
jane
- Tuesday, August 31, 1999 at 22:18:48 (PDT)


I broke a mirror today
And when I looked inside
I saw your face shining onto mine

I buried the apple and now he's well
He's sane
He's alive
Seeking for sirens in the pewter church bells
Buning candles of brick russet unto you
red centaur
forging my fishes blue

Here's to hoping it stays this way....

Eve
- Tuesday, August 31, 1999 at 15:31:05 (PDT)


for me to hold the cold broken glass
stabbing into leaving pain
an hour glass to hold my heart with
take the love from my mind

Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 31, 1999 at 15:10:39 (PDT)


"VOIX DANS LE VENT"
analysant le critique dans le dementi distinct la
passion ou l'energie du sentiment a sens unique
ou de l'autre n'importe quelle
signification quelque sue n'importe quelle guerre de niveau des mots accomplissant seulement manger
sans reservr cru ideal lion au sentiment d'intestin
je sais seulement que j'aime et ai besoin

Ecrit par Travis Ray Cole{c}copyright1999

"VOICES IN THE WIND"

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

Written by Travis Ray Cole{c}copyright1999
en francais
- Tuesday, August 31, 1999 at 15:05:17 (PDT)


"Teufel Samling"
Ich gehe essen apfel
Ich benotige abbruch die schlange
haut die schlange
den GOTTCAugen
Ich wunsche bissen der apfel
erbrechenaus der samling
ei von gatter van holle
tiefen von der holle
die gotten erlernt
Ich bin teufel samling
on den enthullung oder auf
seite ein wenn er aufrufe
von auf gabe wird beendet
Ich mub essen der apfel
beenden siedie schlange
geben sie mir von schuld
es ist nie sie
fehler
written durch Travis Ray Cole{c}copyright1999
Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 31, 1999 at 14:44:03 (PDT)


---
angel in a world of sand
color of the black & white
breeze in the stale air
wind under my wings
water through the dry stone
hope in war
love of life
---



K.
- Tuesday, August 31, 1999 at 14:18:06 (PDT)


To my Little J-bird

Here girl I gotta hand
dont be afraid to use it


" and I would carry you as far as needed
till you could walk again "
Pretynd
- Tuesday, August 31, 1999 at 12:34:55 (PDT)



"Solo"
by
Travis Ray Cole


I CAN'T FEEL THIS WAY ABOUT YOU

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B-----5----8-------------------B
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I DON'T THINK YOU REALLY CARE...

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AT NIGHT WHEN YOUR NOT WITH ME......

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B-7----10---7---7----10/-15-14-13-12-B
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IT'S ONLY LIES IN THERE ...................

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You got no heart to love me................
what does it mean to care..................
if love could really free me...............
then why am I still here.why am I still here


Copyright{c}1999

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

blues
- Tuesday, August 31, 1999 at 09:14:02 (PDT)


(soul scrape)

Leave my sad heart then,

in the barbs and thorns.

Turn faith into doubt,

blood dead roses adorn.

Scars old bear wittness,

remembring trust scorned;

kissing suspicion,

so stop now please be warned.

Maligned in error,

let not such thoughts be born,

or give strength to stand

in the light of morn.

Don't silence us now,

I've no wish death to mourn.

I've not wavered, love,

let your own heart be worn.


[this is how I fixed it, Travis]
Tonia
- Tuesday, August 31, 1999 at 02:38:02 (PDT)


We value the words...rather then the values, of the words.
God´s are not found within,
but without.

(Eve, in love....
..Heavily in love :o)
ZAKAI
- Monday, August 30, 1999 at 23:47:17 (PDT)


The hottest air is tumbling
from the window
in the room where we lay
onto the crisp clean grass below
perhaps it is melting
as I am with you
And my memories are tempting
as your fingers slide
across my face
The sweetest smell pervades me
oh as I breathe you in
and exhale your permeation
to collide with my own
perhaps we all must mingle
as I am with you
And boy you've never been so tempting
as my memories slide
slide away from you







And I can still taste you
Pretynd
- Monday, August 30, 1999 at 19:27:51 (PDT)


"So Americian"
by
Travis Ray Cole


She looked so Americian on the shores
of Long Lake in the trees
telling me of Taxi and Harry Chafplin

She was talking to me

She looked so dream like
asking Donny to steal my
Hendrix banner out of my window
at Old Style Inn
and all I could do was be hers
or hurt and forgive
time for laughter
She looked like she remembered me that night at the bar
and how I spent my couple of beers on her
and remembered she was it all

She looked so Americian
wrapped in the big flag
laying in my floor
blond hair tossed
and her Andy Griffin moblie
that needed a radiator
the night before

how she tore out the powerstering pump
of my daddys '67 caddilac
running over rocks
at the quarry where
we swam in the mud and beer broken bottles
how she was everything

oh hell yeah
she looked so non-caring
the night I turned her down
she looked like everything I could ever want
tomorrow

she looked so Americian
not being mine
She looked like you


{c}Copyright1999

Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net
oeoeoe@usa.net
- Monday, August 30, 1999 at 14:52:17 (PDT)


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b-----5------5--------------------------------5---------------------------
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Anonymous
- Monday, August 30, 1999 at 13:59:28 (PDT)










"Can't we all just get along?"






quoted from Rodney King.........after he got the shit beat out of him........by the cops......remember?







Saraq
- Monday, August 30, 1999 at 03:46:44 (PDT)


The Choice


Draw water
from the deep well.
Bring the cup
sliding up
from the pore of the earth.

Touch cup to lips.
We all know
the water's tainted,
unclean.
Even so,
drink.

Eddie Baldridge
- Sunday, August 29, 1999 at 21:29:52 (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


can i sit next to you girl
- Sunday, August 29, 1999 at 17:08:27 (PDT)


TODAY TRAVIS BEGINS WITH
..
- Sunday, August 29, 1999 at 15:08:09 (PDT)


"And in the scarry pit where its ok to spit"

Remember band poetry?
I was at the concert
the greatful dead of poetry
I think it was...
yeah and it was so loud
i only heard ringing for three days
tone deaf?
it was the wrong number
wrong numbers number
and the poetry was loud man
that was electric dude I'm tellin ya
well there I was and in the pit was fire
a red head?
the poetry of the band written by on man
could it be set to music and gave away to the non-members of something satan shit out?
if it is to be given
would it not be given to the fans if there was such a thing
who enjoyed it
if anything is free
should it not be
that the ones who apperciate it recieve it
not some bullshit stealing non-art of anything
SALESMAN
the pit was poetry?
you ask the freedom was the poeticness
ladies and gentleman I ask you
who owns your very own mind
and if it is not you yourself
should you be expired?


no fuck you




Anonymous
- Sunday, August 29, 1999 at 15:03:56 (PDT)


we are not talking waistline
it will be known as your hickey line
as opposed to punchline
that means we are serious
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 29, 1999 at 14:46:23 (PDT)


"pop pockets"


and his pockets could have pockets sewn on
top of pockets
and inside his shoes would be pockets
and on the outside of his shoes.....yes pockets
and his hat would have pockets.pockets
with pockets on it
so all he could see would be pockets of bank
like clouds in the sky
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 29, 1999 at 14:44:54 (PDT)


"If only we could Imagine"

Eddie vedder with pockets sewn onto his pockets
to hold all the bank
moving next door to jewel
and if they jamed once together
he could own her too
yes
and if she went to see eric clapton once
why he would own
eric clapton and in turn the white album would be his
alnong with the publishing rights to helter skelter
the beach boys
and chuck berry
and the company that made the
benches in the courtroom
the lawsuits were held in
yes
in this example
it is eddie vedder
and he lives 2 doors from jewel
they jammed once maybe twice
so he should own her
and get the profits
she intakes and he could feed her chicken bologna
all the live long day
and wear a big hat with pockets on it
and on those pockets
he could have pockets sewn on to them
and wont be able to see past the pockets
but owns jewel
even though she sings way better
and plays the instrument of choice tens times better
and his talent dont equal a zit on her ass

but he should own her and if she was in the 54th room at eric clapton her mind seen clapton
and he should own that
her much bigger mind
and anything it visions
like say eric clapton
yep
and she could be feed
bite sized finger sandwichs
consisting of chicken bologna
with pork in it
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 29, 1999 at 14:41:14 (PDT)


"A SPECIAL GOODBYE TO DEBBIE"





Fuck You I quit



.
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 29, 1999 at 14:29:42 (PDT)


a hickey necklace across your waist

Anonymous
- Sunday, August 29, 1999 at 14:27:35 (PDT)


Braiding maypoles with my hearse
Holding hands with my coffin
Eating the daisies I'll soon be feeding
I'm human and tasting my mortality
I'm only human and tasting my singularity
So individual, so estranged
Is this going to end
Caught face down eating dirt
They say, "Jumping off those shallow balconies will be the death of her"
So lemme just pick up my broom
And maybe I can fly a little faster
maybe I can last a little faster
maybe I'll just pass a little faster
The color keeps rubbing off from my dress when I get stuck in the
rain
I think those are my tears that are clogging up the
drain
Cant get my own fatality out of my brain

Feeding the daisies I'll soon be pushing
Giving death the nutrients it needs to live on
and on

(Zakai, I've missed your writting ..
where were you?)
Eve
- Sunday, August 29, 1999 at 10:58:14 (PDT)


"WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY"

Forget this
forget this
if they're not going to send us
already paid for pizza's
{with cANIDIAN bACON and other good items}
Then
we dont need them
he thought aloud again and divided his life into hers
becuase she could lie into his dream
one more time before
becoming the soul of anti-vegtable
make it your self
get off the couch delimas
what is in the couch
the deliveryboy needs gas money
honey
signs the check with her toes undetected
and lies to me to say I dont love you
not to be confused with lies to me with I love you's
and explains that it is o.k.
so when her sister calls we flirt
and I wish I could leave her ass curbside
but in the restraunt
because she really is to pretty to cook I feel
so lucky to be able to look at her and digest my food
hoping shes not looking at me slopping
food all over the place
and she beats the waitress in the beauty contest hands down everytime
if only she wasnt working
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 29, 1999 at 09:43:04 (PDT)


Shaped-ordained/sighted-free
breath-restrains/tranquillity-breed
-Thank-full-of-wishes-as-is-this-
-Old/known beginnings, from/of copy angelic-
C:son of joy/C:son at play,
reason´s rejoice/reason´s to stray.
ZAKAI
- Sunday, August 29, 1999 at 07:11:42 (PDT)


-One of two, will be three-

-

Having lines, in constant flow...
....Wanting, finding yes a no.
Twines the above & all through,
love needs, a flowing two.

-

Having all, through a finding......
-
-Two-in-lines-constant-twines-
-Yes-&-no-needs-a-flow-
-
...The flowing love, above wanting.

-

-Having-finding-a-wanting-love-
-
Needs in a constant flow......
...Two lines twines, yes & no.
-
-Flowing-through-the-all-above-

-
ZAKAI
- Sunday, August 29, 1999 at 06:56:38 (PDT)


i cant have you
I cant have you I
cant have you
i cant have u
I CANT HAVE YOU
i cant have U
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 28, 1999 at 23:06:26 (PDT)


The people are so very nice
and I would never had thought it
I AM NOT USE TO THE PEOPLE
BIENG SO VERY NICE
so NOW i SEE SOMETHING DIFFERENT


I am living somewhere different
and would never expect this
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 28, 1999 at 22:02:15 (PDT)


can I come to your playground at midnight?
will you allow me to sneak in ?
I relish in your sandbox
and delight with your swing
with a swing

I think I told a lie
I was a little
out of breath
Pretynd
- Saturday, August 28, 1999 at 09:26:07 (PDT)


staying in the cemetery
feeding on death
reaching from within
nobody here bleeds
theres nobody here
stone formations fall into the ground like obituries
in the sunday issues of hell
opening
darkness takes the alibis
leaving us alone on the path
to think that somewhere we could have choosen

Anonymous
- Saturday, August 28, 1999 at 08:05:32 (PDT)


Thinks I am dumb

I have had the chance to be every part of the
puzzle
I can't decide why I might care if you open your minds eyes to see
when he wrote the good ones about me
and slaped her name on it
I did not change feelings
I have had good and bad and just had
all I could understand
and he even lis to himself
her hold this
and gone
like theres a reason to accept
where I am not from
if he uses rules
they dont apply
or are to a different series
and looks for openings in the sky like we are to
live for something
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 28, 1999 at 07:57:27 (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

Anonymous
- Friday, August 27, 1999 at 15:51:39 (PDT)


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 mr to piss on moths in the pit
and lie to your mother
Anonymous
- Friday, August 27, 1999 at 15:27:34 (PDT)


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WE LOVE YOU
Anonymous
- Friday, August 27, 1999 at 15:20:56 (PDT)


My girlfriend is very mad at me
and she is even madder at you
she has a gun to my head
and said we are thru

The love of my life is seeking revenge
Ii don't know what to do
she is going to get over me
but not until........

My girlfriend is very mad at me
and she is even madder at you
she has a gun to my head
and said we are thru

there will be no more good times
she has cut my heart out too
ther will be no more bedroom lies
cause Im stabbed in the mind with you















Anonymous
- Friday, August 27, 1999 at 15:17:53 (PDT)


The scene opens on a crowded city street

Officer # one: That's a big 10-4
we have the suspect in custody
and have performed numorous cavity searches
without warrant or reason
and are awaiting a commuter car
for transport to the witch burnings

Felipe:I no have a drivers license

Carl Marx: Shut up dumb ass,they'll hear you

Officer # two: Did you look in his radio?

Felipe: I no have a drivers license!

waitress: you want sausage with that big boy?

Carl Marx:heres my award and consignment receipts.

Felipe: I gonna kill you

Officer # one: Whats the problem here?

Felipe: I no have a drivers license

Officer # two:Do you have a car?

Felipe: Me to have a cart

{Felipe opens his wallet and displays a photo of
wrapped christmas gifts}

Officer # three: Get the fuck outta here!

Waitress: wait for me

Carl Marx: I have a vouger

Little Sirus: you straight?

Carl Marx:You got a transfer?

Newspaper boy:My dad is David lee Roth

everyone takes a bow
the curtian closes

The doctor says our times up today
maybe next week we can cover this more in depth
{still swinging his stopwatch}he hands you the bill
and wipes the sweat from his forehead.
as you leave you overhear
him saying into the tape recorder
I'm glad that mental case is gone
all five of him
Anonymous
- Friday, August 27, 1999 at 15:12:11 (PDT)


are we all jumping on the bandwagon?
Have we no idea of our own ignorance?
this is what he wants
I frequently read in here .... and I must say
that everybody has lost there minds
you dont hear jane , zakai, pretynd, eve, little j., or zeek raising hell do you?
cant we all model our maturity in the same levels?
Anonymous
- Friday, August 27, 1999 at 13:31:58 (PDT)


he climbed upwards toward the heat of the sun
the cold wind held him suspended
not going up
not looking down
trying
inch by inch
after the breakage
slipping
grabbing onto crumbling rock
losing a handful at a time
full house to flush
each and every handful fell into nothingness
over each piece of nothing
until he reached the top
and pulled himself up
looking down at a certain death
tied to the skies laughter
he called into the canyon
echoing into the next atmosphere
clouded thoughts only stood in the way
and were divided with his voice
DEANNA
deanna
deanna
DEANNA
deanna
deanna
the sun wouldnt shine without






























Anonymous
- Friday, August 27, 1999 at 07:13:18 (PDT)


At first she floated on his love, with the ease of fairy wings.
Then time came, the struggles, hardships, then the inlaws. They gnashed at her sould like hounds from
hell, chipping away any beauty that was inside. Leaving only the bitterness and the shame. That wonderful fairy-winged love soon grew heavy...and hit the ground...the love of life had merely diminished into something foreign to her...unrecognizable. She then quit "living" her life and just merely survived after that..she lost the joy of laughter, the simplicity of a smile.









Ezra
- Friday, August 27, 1999 at 07:02:51 (PDT)


"SHHHHH,pretend like I don't know"

Embrace the media and shit right back into the system
I write all along
I love you like a song
the security is a waste
free your mind
free your drain
embrace the system and shit right back into
the media
feed us
your words
heres my words
embrace you and hold you
and shit right into the media
the system







Anonymous
- Friday, August 27, 1999 at 06:21:23 (PDT)


"Could Death Even Break Me?"

These feelings I am so appreciative of
And so in turn, so in tune with
warning how they will evolve and where they lead me
If I hadn't "been broken"
I wouldn't have seen what the feelings he follows cause
or how to counteract the overwhelming turmoil of such a reflection
affecting every aspect of life
as what feelings I follow affects his
He has called me blind
He can not see his own reflection
He assumed the intimidation of his priveledges would mezmerize me
(Long enough to steal from the "I" that does not exist)
I am not be threatened by anyone trying to do so
You can not trick everyone into believing you hold their heart in your hands
(And who will end up with those too good at life to be fooled by your simple magic?)
You will not earn purity so what will you ever have?
You will undoubtedly see in my interaction with life
the love that will be unconquerable
That peace that comes from sharing trust and affection
love is a feeling that disintigrates with pressure
Pressure being manipulation, degradation,
intimidation, humiliation or what-give-you
you think that means you destroyed the love-light in me (in her)?
the love and the peace will always be there
for all that can accept it
people are all that could refuse it
it is getting stronger as it survives these challenges
It seems like you went ahead and broke yourself
to see if you could break me
(And if this is from you doubting the purity of my love, I only wanted to share a little light with you)
Can you spare yourself a little light, Dark One?
"broken doll"
- Friday, August 27, 1999 at 03:23:34 (PDT)


CATS
Silent sterling sirens,the symbols of some
ill fated dream,
who mold our contious withdrawels like a scorpions venomous sting,
where once we stood prolific now neurons sputter and sieze
For some its not a practiced art -their claws they do not sharpen,
For others its a deadley game -to win or be forgotten.

So listen children ,here me well, watch all that you've been given,
for Cats they prowl, and well endowed ,they'll kill,
and be forgiven;
For they live lives we fear to dream their fate its been decided,
to stand on living pedastels,
on dreams...
a fools desire
Mark d. Clark
- Friday, August 27, 1999 at 01:26:00 (PDT)


Hey you dancin' boy
hey dancin' boy
come here

hey you dancin boy
get over here!

why cant you makea movies about mafioso,uh?
you make your mama embarassed to go out to the market
welcome back,satardaynight haa..
you make your people proud,ok?






hey let go a my cheek.





























Anonymous
- Thursday, August 26, 1999 at 19:37:03 (PDT)


Before I begin this one, I have a few comments. Travis Cole. You all hate him. When he first started posting his poetry a couple years ago, I wrote him and made the same comments that a lot of people are making; that it wasn't poetry, that it was trash. He wrote back, and we swapped a few letters, and he told me he WANTED people to hate his poetry! But you know what? I read some of his stuff a few months ago, and it was actually pretty decent. It was a hell of a lot better than everybody using this forum, which is SUPPOSED to be for POETRY (anybody hear of that word???), and NOT for all of you to bicker back and forth in your pathetic little letter passing. I don't know if any of you noticed this before, but Travis, like myself, puts his pain in his poetry. Perhaps he doesn't open himself up as completely as I do, but you're reading his hate and rage at the world and usually at a specific woman, some "bitch" that hurt him. I find it difficult to use that word; although women have grown fond of the word "bitch," the only one I know is my ex-wife. So yeah, maybe you don't like Travis' poems, but guess what? You don't have to read 'em. I personally think that even if I don't agree with what he's saying I have to respect it, and if any of you who bash him were mature you'd realize the same thing instead of filling this forum up with hate mail. Feel free to mail me any comments. Don't post them here. If you have any comments chances are you've already wasted enough space here, and it bothers me enough as it is that I'm being hypocritical and posting this here. But I can't very well e-mail somebody named "anonymous," now, can I? On a lighter note, I hope you all enjoy these following two poems, even though they're much shorter than my usual. A lot of you probably haven't been checking this site long enough to have an idea how much I usually write, anyway. Later,
-Darrian


Hopeless Romantic
-darrian-

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


Divorced
-darrian-

Well, then, it's over
It's finally, truly done
The woman to whom I sold my soul
Is no longer a part of me
She's truly dead and gone
Not a damned thing I can do
To ease the infinite emptiness
If only she could see
That she has lost
The only man who truly loved her
But she's blind


Twenty-Two
-darrian-

Another year, another drink
Or, at least, I'd hoped
I spent the day sober and alone
Just a little more ancient now
An insignificant measure of time has passed
Yet it is so long in this short life
And all I wanted to do is just
Lay down my head and cry
Nobody said "happy birthday"
Darrian
- Thursday, August 26, 1999 at 14:33:01 (PDT)


Four days ago, I cried
Four days ago, he left
Four days ago, He cried
His sweet smile, his face, his voice still haunt my mind
promises he said he'll keep
promises I kept
Four days ago, he left
left me all alone
with no one...with nothing
all alone in a strange place
he's gone now
---He's coming back for our one year anniversary on the 9th, though :-)----

Sally Jesse Jones
- Thursday, August 26, 1999 at 12:45:21 (PDT)


everybody wants to kill thiere selves cause they dont get the way
all the jokes are real
Anonymous
- Thursday, August 26, 1999 at 05:05:52 (PDT)


"The Finger"

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
- Thursday, August 26, 1999 at 02:40:08 (PDT)


"The Losers"{part two}
She came and got the boxes
the boxes to move out with
shes leaving him
hes going to lose her
she came and got the boxes
and was gone like the morning
those boxes were used
they had dead aunties trashed belongings in them
all the time
all the time she was in the home
waiting for
depending on a change
oh ha ha
he stole he stuff out of those boxes
the same boxes
and pawned it for a few bucks
along with the weed trimmer
and you said he was a landscaper
a landscaper
she packed the stuff in those boxes
those magicless boxes
and went back to her mama
he came back to lose the rest
the vettes been gone two years
the house is going soon.
the reason already gone

Anonymous
- Thursday, August 26, 1999 at 00:55:36 (PDT)


Soon I will retreat
to a place far away
In my mind so deep,
packn the knowledg,
theres no room 4 u,
no knot in the day,
just in the nights.
it's up to you now,
to make those moves
uu know what I mean
uve not been before
but I would leavehm
if u came thru the door
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 22:12:20 (PDT)


A special Thank you to mom
thank you for bieng there
thanks for all you have done
thanks for listening
thanks
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 22:05:45 (PDT)


its yor play
yor the performer
decide the funnies
control the laughter
Am I making any sense
Sometimes I do ponder
the sanity I possess
see its yor show
sit and watch me go.
its not about me
it should be about
you wanting only me
member, we two seeds
are now one tree, You
bound to me, I to the?


Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 22:04:54 (PDT)


its your play, you watch it.
its your dime, so lets talk.
its your game, and I'm game.
its your time, and our time.

let us forgiv, while we can.
Onwards and Upwards
we will meet again.

its your move, I am waiting.
its your call, i'll take it.
its fore you, Are uu there.
its your her, what bout me.

While we can, let us forgiv.
Onwards and Upwards
we will meet again.

Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 21:43:10 (PDT)


Travis where are you?
Please continue posting your poems.
Those people were assholes.
I really enjoyed them.
A FAN
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 19:29:19 (PDT)


AND
"Old people don't last forever", she said
And one day I know I'm going to miss it
One day I know I'll cry

And I keep dreaming that you send me letters,
That there's an audible smile on the other line
To catch my waiting way off guard
And give my patience shock- surprise
It didn't happen
It was only a dream
Jump back to the world of naive and serene
I forgot how to burden somone else
Other than myself
I forgot how to give it away
I forgot how to make all the fairweathers stay
I forgot all the entertainment
The courtesy-laugh enchantment
The way I have to turn myself inside out to aide
To put no valor on what I gave
To suffocate on the tears that continue to burn
To fall down once more and never learn
I never knew she and I were 2 sides of the same person
I forgot she and I were me
She and I are me

Neptune please turn around
please turn around
It's me diving again
pour some water on this ground
Eve
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 19:26:07 (PDT)


"We are not to break...."
In words of us
a toss of fate a turn to dust
if ever the end wanted to take
life begins
violins break the silent moments
no heart would beat without you
no skies filled with starlight
no moon to orbit encompassed feelings
why do you turn away
have you no feeling
yesterday remains
all you wanted tomorrow will recover
is it not our lost souls to save
alone they are non-existiant
together they are one
it is so plain



















Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 16:49:53 (PDT)


I hate Hackers !!!!!!!!
*sob* *sob*

I miss the internet !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'll get Wes to fry his ass though

He's the computer God !
Y2J
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 16:44:39 (PDT)


WELCOME TO ANSWERS TO ALL
in our last edition carol wrote us
with a problem
we forgot what she wrote
but we answer all letters
you folks write to "answers to all"
and we would'nt be an advice column
if we did'nt

In RE:ply

Dear Carol,
Don't worry it could be worse

Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 15:10:32 (PDT)


:(
):
:(
):
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 15:09:08 (PDT)


Yes,
being a girl
can leave you
powerless
and caged.
That's why this
is such a nice
place.

-T
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 14:16:05 (PDT)


- 2 b a girl -

means NOT 2
take a walk in the park
just 2 hear the soft sparkle
of the dry leaves
in a moon beem...
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 13:56:33 (PDT)


and I used to hide in your beauty
my princess
my friend
I find myself alone again
there is no you to wallow in
my princess
my friend
and if I wished you close to me
could you ever make me see?
my princess
and
my friend
Pretynd
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 13:54:26 (PDT)


shallow water has washed over me
and blead into all space within
created a sheer demise
in its own time
I am drowning here
can no one see?
their eyes are as mine
where we all have ourselves to kill
to mask our impishness
contigo
conmigo
I mask myself
I repeat myself
I am not myself

Ventricle
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 13:39:28 (PDT)


Echoed past reason
pulling the universe into her mind
recreating it
reentering
a salted solar system
intake engines collide
etchings drawing stick figures
negitives implying thirst
flowing sweetly past warm shallow endings
resiviors replentished
stealing eyes bright with power
mulituide of motions
leaving nothing to to the night
working title{Her Sore Throat}
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 13:21:32 (PDT)


Heaven teases by a moon-beam's shine
While hell's dark promise hides its design
With the bright sun boiling in burnibg skies

Broken doll, bat your soulless eyes
Wooden boy, tell your pitiful lies
My soul, my love they cannot fly
Beaten down, despite all they try

None here my anguished cries
While inch by inch my heart does climb
Only to be cast down again, never to rise
and, once broken, sighs a lover's sigh

For hope has run dry... this lover dies.

How heaven teases like a moon-beam's shine,
While hell's dark promise - overhead glides
With the bright burning sun in boiling skies.
Little J
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 09:49:14 (PDT)


she moved towards the oven with biscuits in the pan
she had heels that would rip your sides out
she stirred food in the pan and had a purse
bigger than a bread basket

she wore no make up
except sometimes slut-green eye shadow
she was better than a ball game and a beer
she kissed me with her tounge

she woke before the alarm
there was a clock inside her head
she was all I could think
and made me want to get up
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 04:40:33 (PDT)


Inside or outside
inside or outside
you tell me
I re-decide
inside or outside
inside and outside
inside outside
all over
inside
around and round
inside and outside
hold on to the last time you tried
one more time
on the backside
tasting sugar coating
inside
its outside
inside and outside
blurring into
one more time





Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 25, 1999 at 02:51:02 (PDT)


I just wanna see over my raiinbow
and ask for all my more

Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 24, 1999 at 20:27:25 (PDT)


if you want to break up with me then say so
but/otherwise dont sit around for months and argue with me
Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 24, 1999 at 18:46:12 (PDT)


you know I love you
you know I do
Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 24, 1999 at 16:27:12 (PDT)


I want you but I can't have you
I need you but I don't love you
I thinkyou but I don't know you
I see you but I can't hear you
Iinvokeyoubut Iwon't answeryou
I tease youbut I can't stop me
the time s hereI wait for you
Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 24, 1999 at 16:03:09 (PDT)


When you met me, I
thought you understood
When you courted me, You
told me that you did
When you listened to me, I
spoke to you, you agreed
that you knew I would
never ever get over him
When you talked to me, You
shouldn't have agreed to my indecent fantasy.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 24, 1999 at 15:51:24 (PDT)


and today I returned
I swear I just wanted to see
if he had returned to me
and I fought with composure
as I passed by that spot
where so many times
I saw his anxious and beautiful face
waiting on me


and I held on till I had finished
and I left



portia
- Tuesday, August 24, 1999 at 14:24:47 (PDT)


I HAVE WANTED MANY EVERYTHINGS

Pretynd
- Tuesday, August 24, 1999 at 14:13:35 (PDT)


Get a job
pay your own bills
just stop cooking his meals

Keep the chilrins
keep them safe

Find yourself
forget him

you deserve better

Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 24, 1999 at 13:40:13 (PDT)


jest Let me catch you writting to my husband again
you think I don't know what you too are up to.
you better get back
you have no ideal what hell I leave
and how your little snookems
has destoryd my life
made me quit scool to bear his childrins
becasue I m purity
I cook good for nothin
his meal s
and you and yourn come betwen it?
I l scratch your eye out






Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 24, 1999 at 12:48:23 (PDT)


I guess this means you've been cheating on me
don't you care
don'tt you think about my feelings
why would you do this to me
I thought we had something
you don't want me
how could you

I thought we had each other

Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 24, 1999 at 00:49:28 (PDT)


2 hearts
2 beats
double the delima
double the confusion
1 love
1 peace
together they combine
to create the illusion
Jesus
- Tuesday, August 24, 1999 at 00:10:50 (PDT)


I wish they would let you out
so you could love me again
I wish they would let me in there
so I could be with you my friend
oh I don't care what they claim you did
I would like to reason with this
I wish they would let you out
so you can start again
with me
I wish they would let you out
free yourselve of this
I wish they would let you out
and you will find me again
dream thru it
sleep every chance you get
rest and the world will take you back again
why do you have to be the example of unhappyiness

Anonymous
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 22:56:32 (PDT)


todays winner is the blond in line and everywhere
else
at WALMART
Anonymous
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 20:45:45 (PDT)


he pawned anything of value
even the old black and white television
he wouldnt steal from me
Shes borrowing boxes
shes leaving him now
they are losing the house
shes going
where?
and he wont call in time to go to court
they got some issues some problems
he is going somewhere
she is going somewhere
they are losing the house
its value out in loans
shes leaving him
and the vettes been sold
he stole everything she ever had
except for her tattoo
he let his dog pee on my rug
who is gonna feed that little dog
whos gonna cut the grass now that he is out
of the
the the
I once thought of him as a landscaper
and laughed when he took the preacher with him
to recove the cash that got gone
in the hood
on a drug deal gone bad
she could yell at him
and at the dog
whos gonna feed that little dog
and plant seed 5 days a week?



Anonymous
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 16:29:49 (PDT)


he pawn anything of value
even the old black and white television
he wouldnt steal from me
Shes borrowing boxes
shes leaving him now
they are losing the house
shes going
where?
and he wont call in time to go to court
they got some issues some problems
he is going somewhere
she is going somewhere
they are losing the house
its value out in loans
shes leaving him
and the vettes been sold
he stole everything she ever had
except for her tattoo
he let his dog pee on my rug
who is gonna feed that little dog
whos gonna cut the grass now that he is out
of the
the the
I once thought of him as a landscaper
and laughed when he took the preacher with him
to recove the cash that got gone
in the hood
on a drug deal gone bad
she could yell at him
and at the dog
whos gonna feed that little dog
and plant seed 5 days a week?



Anonymous
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 16:29:27 (PDT)


conspiracies with the bird king
and my little larva head
oohh if we are found out
I will be
DEAD
Anonymous
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 16:27:00 (PDT)


You with the camera
do not cough on me
even though your head is
turned the other way
I shall flee to Budapest and disrobe
my bomber jacket and
Yes!!!
my blue sweatshirt
and gorge myself on hunkameat
that has been torn from
my beloved bomber jacket
Rashid
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 15:27:16 (PDT)


It starts with one then leads to the harder stuff
no wonder they'll burn the books
after you creeps ruin them
I dont think anyone should pratice this
do you want to spread disease?
you could put an eye out.
remember god is watching big brother watch you.
it should not be whether or not a certian group
is denied acess to something like this
it should not be allowed.
if you do this in your own home
will it move to the streets
in public places
next thing you know everyone will want to
not because its fun
just because someone else is doing it
stop
please stop this ungoddly nonsense
before its to late
Mrs P. Bernard
Chairperson for M.A.A.P.

M.A.A.P.
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 14:12:17 (PDT)


The Coal miners and ditch diggers Union #354
is hereby placing notice as plaintiffs in the litigation
process against the said poet for unfair rights
and actions
We will not be left out
If one group of peoples are turned away
what is next
will we be denied the rights to wear shoes?
alvin bitsberg
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 14:02:08 (PDT)


Well,you young whipersnapers
always coming up with new ideals
me and a few of the others here at willows in the shade retirement center have tried the rollerbladin
the new age pop music and bottled water
and now this.
some people say I look like corronor sanders
the male nurse here
said he talked to the aurthor and got permission
for the seniors here and everywhere to
take part in this new sensation.
Wilber Higgins
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 13:57:22 (PDT)


what is wrong with you?
I frighten the dog, she will remember
relief in the street
the seeds are free
the visitors are scared while I change the bandage
arguing with a package
Jean-Marie
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 12:33:55 (PDT)


People say that
if you stay on my left
I won't ask for
change
Scott is my name
morningstar
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 11:14:19 (PDT)


"Love,(na na na) only in my dreams,
as real as it may seem, it was only in my dreams..."
~Debbie Gibson
Anonymous
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 10:23:33 (PDT)


relax donut do it do it do it it do it
Anonymous
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 10:11:08 (PDT)


relax
dont do it
relax dont
relax

relax dont do it
relax
ax ax ax ax ax ax ax ax









Anonymous
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 10:09:51 (PDT)


Schoonover is an American name
I can think of no other quite the same
It originally was SchooTover
but my father's a spastic
so the pronunciation changed when
he acquired a tic

Shannon Schoonover
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 09:42:56 (PDT)


"I still wanna direct"

ROLL 'EM
ok tight shot on the toilet bowl
ok flush

CUT
take two

cue the turd
lets move foward
not backwards
foward
cue the turd

its like plumbing people
shit flows down hill
ok
take three

Cue the turd
move the camara in
focus
tight shot
good now flush and wave goodbye
with more feeling
CUT
take four
ok tight shot
flush good
thats a take

end tape

Corn dog and the Frankettes
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 09:23:25 (PDT)


Relax
relax
relax
re re re re re re re
relax
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re relax
don't relax
relax
dont do it
relax
re re re re re
relax
re re re
relax
dont do it do it do it dont do it
relax
re re re re re relax
ax ax ax ax
relax
dont
dont dont dont
relax relax
dont
relax
dont do it
when you you
when you
when you
relax
relax
re re re re re
relax
dont do it
when you
relax
relax
relax
dont
relax
re re re re re re re re
relax
relax


holy canoly
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 09:11:37 (PDT)


Hi,
I'm interested in the possibility
of bieng entered in the black list
there is such a thing.
I read about it and I believe everything I read
in fact there is a book about it
I like the ideal of books
how many books should
the average person buy each year?
or are they being replaced with
the computer magic?
what about the banned books thing?
since they are banned are they worth more
like when a big rockstar dies?

would you burn a book?
some books have been burned before.
some history books mention it
so I know its true.

who decides what is put into books
and what we write?
would they mind if I write some things?
would it help if I wrote some things for them
or about them?
how about directly to them?
will they like those only then and not the ones
that are'nt to about for and son including them?
what if the just tell me what I should write
so I will know what not to write
for they would'nt like the thoughts they
don't think
if they don't think them they won't agree
if they don't agree they are not a part of me.






Anonymous
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 09:06:08 (PDT)


I think everyone should take it easy on Travis. His poems moved me. I am somewhat of an expert when it comes to poetry, I have one of those magnet kits for my refrigerator. I will sit in the kitchen for hours writing (I guess "arranging" would be a better word) poetry. I am also the best person in my grade at Mad Libs, everyone says so.
Maybe you think I am being sarcastic, and maybe you think it is mean to try to lift yourself by tearing down others, but it makes me feel good about myself. Isn't that what internet poetry is all about?
Brizadeen (Pana's finest)
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 07:51:09 (PDT)


Et tu Shannon
shame on you
leave Travis alone
what kind of name is Schoonover
anyway
"Strikes" Eggerman
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 22:25:56 (PDT)


Travis's poems feel great when inserted in buttocks
shannon schoonover
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 21:20:07 (PDT)


Adam this is God! Eve says to stop your whining and suck it up big boy. Don't be a jester. Try not to use "the" in your writing so much. It's not needed. Also, some color or something more tangible that people can grasp would help. That is unless you plan on setting your poems to a Pink Floyd soundscape, which would make you money and a sizable cult following. Java! Java! Java! Gotta have my Java!
shannon schoonover
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 21:10:54 (PDT)


I give my all to you
my words my soul
my heart
it all
I am yours
yours alone
I do as you want me to
I say what you wish
I am yours
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 18:18:13 (PDT)


take me to your place
the one inside your mind
I want to love your soul
I just want you all the time

Why must I suffer, to love you
you are still my one true angel
do you so wish to have me at all
then why knott come to my rescue
because you'll be in the triangle
I suppose that is your answer why?



I am haunted by my love
He watches me everyday
Sometimes silence fills
disturbance arrives
bringing him there

Tease Me, Please Me, Touch Me, Rub Me, Tickle Me, Fondle Me, Caress Me, Love Me, Take Me Deep, Feel Me.



Energy connecting points
through our brains
Viabrations been happening
through tracks from the trains
Hearts have come open
Through same dreams every night
Souls are joining
through love making it right

You know I love you
and have for long time
the last thing I want
Is to see you cry
It doesnt become you
and it never should
It is your uniqueness
Youve been blessed with
Youre way before your time
I love your freakness.



lost is our way
no path to walk
mountains no more
you are dark
I am evil
fate's been destroyed
weeds grow long
no place to stay
not even to talk
don't close the door
you are the shark
I am so confused
Psychology & freud
Enigma is the song.

BOTTOM UP

P4. Take my breath
take it in deep
say you love me
while I sleep

P3. I close my eyes
its you I find
those sweet blue eyes
I hunt to find

P2. Room full of dimness
a couch set for two
you are my magician
can I sit next to you

P1. Simply sophisticated
around for centuries
his footprint here
his wisdom there
make a partner
survive for years


Moons, I ask thy
to sharpen my wisdom
while I pray for he
Venus, godess of beauty
grant they those powers
Controlling his entire moodys
Gabriel, overseer of dreams
give me thy knowledge
connecting us two beings
Libra, the ruler of fairness
bestow us the chance
to bathe in our care


the automn leaves
some cooler air
the forest floor
you and me there

undress me please
take me now
im in deep
tease my dream

look me in the eye
tell me you feel the same
take me as I am
for you, I am not shy.

hmmmm





soulanna Mate
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 17:14:28 (PDT)


her lips moved forward to kiss
the inside
the inside
her heartbeat
her love repeats
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 16:57:04 (PDT)


Rubber wing floaties on the brain
It's Tori's birthday, by the way
Spandex and a cheese sandwich
A stamp really only takes one lick
Let us boldly face this
And sweep it under the rug
The vacuum took a hike
With a bordatela, tetnus, and cootie-shot bug
I love melding alliances
With our 50's furniture appliances
So I made out with the can opener
And got a hell of a cut
Smoking purple windmills
Under the Mojave rain hut
Be my friend, be my sausage link chum
There's envy in this air
I love all all my vices
Just ignore the huge hair...

I just can't stop


Eve
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 16:20:55 (PDT)


she hallowed cactus
sliding past lip gloss
unaware a cold slap
from behind the heat forced
spiked beauty machine
with a high speed heart

Anonymous
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 15:50:30 (PDT)


if I had words
2 express
what I truly feel
I´m not sure I would´ve been able
-
My tounge would burn
and my mind would tilt
in the comprehension of
what u meen
-
So I fall
flat 2 the ground
praying;
Make me worthy
make me worthy
of a love this divine....



K.
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 14:41:34 (PDT)


I miss the princess
and the prince of the palace too
Pretynd
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 13:40:24 (PDT)


"Wendy"

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
















Anonymous
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 07:53:02 (PDT)


Today starts a new me
no more of the old stuff
just a bunch of the new
it's gonna be oh so good
it's gonna last!
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 06:40:07 (PDT)


"City of Us"

There was nothing she would'nt say
if there was a tomorrow it was so far away
I drifted
I lost the bleeding heart to the dirt on the sidewalk
and so many crosses to guide me
stabbing the evening skies
against street signs to read blurred into billboards
buy sunsets with nothing
knowing on the other side of the tracks was destitute
cold diseased apathtic hurting minds
how could this affect you
if you walked into it
lived in it or laughed at yesterday
looking out the 33rd floor window
on the clearist day
never seeing the otherside of the lake
and what it meant to her it did'nt mean to me
what a closeness it creates the thinist of walls
and hallow elevator shafts
as the cold wind whips up the alley into nowhere


Anonymous
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 01:50:18 (PDT)


the adventure in loving her was
she could be anyone
she could be everyone
and I would look into her eyes
she could find humor in anything
and we would laugh until I was in love
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 01:35:47 (PDT)


It was easy to love her
she reached and chased and would run
all the games I've ever played
she wanted to play everyone
she was the one that made the differance
and somewhere before we made up
with twister and readings
a sunday boat ride
biking up the lakefront
shows music and coolhand luke
I guess she was'nt the one






Anonymous
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 00:12:12 (PDT)


No ones picking up the phone ... cause its me and me
and this little masochist is ready to confess
all the things that I never thought that she could feel
and I thought you wouldnt have to be
with me
hiding

And sometimes I breathe you in
and I know
you know
and sometimes you take a swim
found your writing on my wall
left my heart soaking wet
boy your boots could leave a
WES

thought I knew myself so well
all the dolls I had
took my leather off the shelf
your apocolypse was fab
and for the girl who couldnt choose between
a shower
or a bath
and I thought you wouldnt have to be
with you
something new
no ones picking uo the phone
guess its clear he's gone
and this little masochist
is lifting up her dress
guess I thought
I could never feel
the things I feel
Hey jupiter

thought we both could use a friend to run to



~Tori Amos
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 21:20:31 (PDT)


anxiety sweeps over me
I know no other
way to be
I have not lost 2
I have lost three
It's sooo difficult
don't you see?
2 of them belonged
to me
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 21:03:36 (PDT)


As I remember looking
into her eyes
I must have loved something
I could'nt see myself
all the same I wanted
when she moved it was careless
and to hold her
was to cage the lustful vixon
and make her mine
I moved and learned
while running from everything
and nothing all the same
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 17:57:52 (PDT)


Thanks Mom!!!!!!
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 15:45:35 (PDT)


time out
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 15:17:18 (PDT)


you leave the sweetest aftertaste boy



God this has to be a sin
Ventricle
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 15:12:42 (PDT)


Dont make me choose in something your not
just give me what we both want, and I'll
give to you your very own another child
If that's what this is all about, then
why do you resist when I invite you in?
I want an indefinite connection with you
and maybe you just might want the same
give me my baby, and you, too love always.
hmmm
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 15:08:23 (PDT)


I am not in the mood for games
so please dont ask me WHY
it will not be the difference
you won't break my mind, nor
enter my shrine. Too much
at stake. The risk is too
high, and Im afraid of heights.
Would have to hang my head low
carrying a conscious full of shame
that's when my phobia would kick in
looking down at the ground in sin
knowing I was the only one to blame
for still loving my one and only soul mate
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 15:02:04 (PDT)


my soul is burning~I am hurting inside
I have something for you~locked away
something so intimate~You might not stay
I have to give it to you~You need to cry
I have experienced a feeling so deep~I
want you to go there~You have no choice
We are both dream connected~You and me
acting out something so wonderful,
in our sleep, you and me are affected
by what each other continues to think
there is no way out no not this time
not so long as we both continue to rhyme


hmmm
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 14:51:24 (PDT)


are you really in love with me?
do you know this is for sure?
I am now ready to leave him
but only if you are my fantasy!
otherwise no foolish I am not
take me in the mystery triangles
be my one and only dirty secret
the one where I never got caught
well...
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 14:31:54 (PDT)


http://www.freeyellow.com/members8/magnezia
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 13:30:42 (PDT)


doot doot doot
they say I'm sweet
they say I'm kind
they just don't know
whats on my mind
doot doot doot



your moral fiber is made for mingling with
pretynd
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 13:23:00 (PDT)


This site is a way to express ourselves and there's no point in causing conflict here


Keep your negative comments to yourself, or Pandora's box is gonna become as corrupt and full of hate as the rest of the world


Don't let them get to you Travis
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 12:22:43 (PDT)


Leave Travis Ray Cole alone!
There's no need to bitch and moan about someone's poetry
If y'all don't like it , just don't read it!

Try using that energy you use to insult him to write your own poems

Can't we all just get along?

Can't everyone be sweet and friendly like Jane and Pretynd???
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 12:19:17 (PDT)


Out loud I cry
To tired to live
To scared to die
Expectations to be met
and still myself to find
Struggling to get ahead
Only to fall behind
Tired of being alone
Wont try to be accepted
I'd rather be alone
Then to be rejected
I'm so used to the tears
and not being part
I just cant deal
with the pain in my heart
The pain I feel
Is much too deep
Tired of being hurt
The love was too much to keep
My eyes wonder for passion
My life much to plain
All I could find was
These tears of pain.
Little J
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 11:06:29 (PDT)


there is a wishing well in my mind
full of ideas and desires of rhyme
it is your soul that I am bound
I will know your intimacy in time
not like before when I knew it as sex
there is something much more deeper
that we, in time, need to explore
my desire to hold and touch you
stems from a time so long ago
It is you, I should be with
yes, you in my intellectual life
not just in my mind and a dream myth

Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 09:54:21 (PDT)


pleasant would we all be
if our ville was as plesant
as it possibly could ever reach
no change could really come
no movement where I am from
everyone dances in the streets
no one knows how to complain
cause everyone is the same
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 09:10:24 (PDT)


meant never to hurt each other
but in the process we did
false hope I did give to you
while never meaning to commit
I hug him in the morning, and
then again by the fire late at
night; but it is you I so desire
if it is you, then you can see
cause I have invoked you to me



Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 09:02:45 (PDT)


Gray Illusions

The illusion of the ideal has never before
Not met my expectations. I mean, I created
The damn thing, so why does it no longer make
Me happy? Success, love, money . . . Hell,
I don't know. Maybe I've grown out of that
Pink castle dream. Modern life has no castles -
The city wouldn't allow it.
TV killed the imagination - no one has to think
Anymore because someone else is creating their
Fantasy inside a glowing box of color.
I miss black and white. Things were so much simpler
Without all the shades in between.
I have no illusions now, just the black and white
Reality that there is no black and white.
Maybe that's why I like gray so much.

Midnight Horizon
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 07:59:00 (PDT)


Burn the Tree


The Road to Happiness is under repair,
And somehow I do not think I care
To try and help the construction along.
It's not that the road did anything wrong
To me, but I do not think it's aware that it
Lures people into the "There's Nothing Wrong" bit
Or that people don't appreciate happiness until it's gone.
Perhaps, for awhile, people ought to try and go on
Another road. Yes! I'll build a detour this very hour.
I know that at least is within my power.
Where shall it go, do you think?
Shall it go around the Blissfulness Brink?
Maybe it should wrap around Utopia
And Paradise . . . but wait, those places are only a
Myth, an illusion. It will only hinder any kind of progress
I wish to achieve. I apologize, I didn't mean to digress
From our plight . . . I've got it! The path we need through the construction.
What we need to build is the Detour through Destruction.
Why was it not clear before? What else would make people see
The emptiness of their lives? Goodness knows that the beauty of a tree
Does not compare to the knowledge of earning your joy.
Yes, this Detour through Destruction will teach the people that life is not a toy
To be trifled with, but to be handled with care
So as not to erase everything just on a dare
Or death-defying act of choice and decision.
Life's choices should be made with a marksman's precision
As so things don't go too far astray.
Then again, if you stay away
From the bad decisions, how will you ever know
True happiness unless you allow your soul to go
To the dark side of reality, where nothing is right
And people do things to you just out of spite?
Yes, the Detour through Destruction will be an excellent path
To build. You see, I too must vent my wrath
On humanity. I took the Path to Destruction once when I was lost
And no one ever understood just at what cost
I returned from that hellish place. You are appalled at my psyche.
You would not understand ever understand me
Or my new view of life. Life holds more color and life
For seeing and experiencing all that strife.
Now, will you help me build this Detour? I thought you might
Be one who will help humanity see the light.


Midnight Horizon
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 07:43:45 (PDT)


There is no brainpower in hostility, folks.
We haven't got any room for criticism unless you believe you have the means to improve it,
And can find just the right words.
But everyone knows
you can't
fix
art.

just let it go...we'd much rather be reading poetry.

Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 06:25:48 (PDT)


Dearest Travis Ray Cole,

HAHAHAHAHAHA.........Do you actually fucking think
that anyone would take the time to turn on the printer
roll out some of your shit......and as if not eneough
hang it on the fucking wall ????????? That shit you
posted was about the best laugh I've had this morning!
You shove that rat-acid-based-dime store shit you
refer to as poetry up your freckle-sized ass and make
us all delerious with glee !!!!
The Sunshine Girl
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 05:00:19 (PDT)


what if I was looking for love
in the art
wind torn chipped steel
smoke grey
thought moved
high speed reply
live voice in the night
built to take and hard to beat





{my old '82 camaro}
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 04:40:33 (PDT)


As I compared her cheeks to a favorite sonnet
I could see them in the dark
and know she would never be mine
and love nothing
and have nothing
while I could dream of tomorrow
and trade whatever she would take
I still could have nothing
unless I took it
but I should steal you
steal you so far away and fuck you
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 04:25:11 (PDT)


I used to think of you
while holding Roxanne
and nothing else mattered
and while I thought of her
I lost something of mine
in time
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 04:21:24 (PDT)


While Roxanne asked me
I offered
at moving art we laughed
while it was us moving it
it was I who loved the ideal
as no particular beauty created it
it was my deteioration that moved it
my mistaken accident interduced to a coindence
and forgotten in jest.
I thought I could enter her contest
but had no calander of events
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 04:19:17 (PDT)


Dear God Don't Send me anymore Blonds
Please ?

I remember laying in bed with Roxanne
while she read grimmes fairy tales
by the candlelight
her hot breath deep in the night
always in black

and the hours passed away
attached somehow from somewhere
at the point I gave up everything.
there was only Us

Yesterday
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 04:13:50 (PDT)


"come back to me,you love nothing"

Debutaunte got relegion
religion up her
religion fuck her with money
debutaunte got religion
mother fucker mother fucker
the now its love in television
I love you turn some channels
your to pretty to cook
greaseburgers in the window
get in the kitchen and bake me spegitti
I wanna keep you barefoot and pregenet
my passwords are"GINASEX" and "HOTGINASEX"
now I wanna kill you before I die
I dont think theres time
for you to say goodbye



=======================================================
"we dont talk"
I never talk to you
only because you dont exist
I dont know your there
does this make sense
oh my god oh my god
fuck you


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

"Something Crazy"
by
Travis Ray Cole

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

Everyone is one now
not me or I
they're all the same
no faces theres to many of them
they've become a mass of a people that
I can't see through or touch or feel
I know only they are'nt real
I can't hear a single voice whisper
they are a roar saying nothing
everyone of them a part of whatever was lost
and whats the cost
I see me in the mirror
I hear me when I speak
I know I count and have been lied to for less than free
I have been too far down that road
to let them sell out my soul
and so everyone I'll let you know
I'm taking it back
trains off the track
out of its cage
the rats outta its hole
speak in tounges
get your guns
but I ain't your puppet nomore
I don't need anyone
and I'm sorry to say that I can't ever be loved
my mind is mine from here on...............


------------------------------------------------------------------------
Copyright : 1999

Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 04:05:48 (PDT)




"My Attorney Advises Me"
by
Travis Ray Cole


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


Copyright : 1999

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

Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 03:20:24 (PDT)


Date:
Sat, 21 Aug 99 01:18AM CDT
From:
brad northenscold

To:
oeoeoe@usa.net
Subject:
your stinkin' poetry








Hey Travis,

WHY in the hell would you want to tell "the little girl who hangs it on
the wall" to shove it up her ass?!

If someone, especially a little girl, was moved enough, humored enough,
impressed enough, or whatever,
WHY would you be so offended or threatened to even consult with, or
mention to, a lawyer about the possibility that someone might have
printed a copy of your WORLD WIDE
WEB-SUBMITTED-AND-TRANSMITTED-TO-ALL
THE-WORLD, FOR-ALL-THE-WORLD-TO-SEE-poetry (I use the term
loosely)?!?!?!?!?

Are you nuts?

What's wrong with you?

Grow up!

__________________________________________________
Do You Yahoo!?
Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 03:17:44 (PDT)


here have my burnt corndog
here lets walk in the sand
come on tell me your dreams
are you like me wanting to be more like fran?

here have my eskimo sandwich
best friend steal my soul
dont you love you?
dont you love you?
magic shithead
Anonymous
- Saturday, August 21, 1999 at 00:35:55 (PDT)


If I close my eyes,
Will I see you?
As the world around me dies,
I find that nothing at all is true.
When I look around,
The shadows start creeping.
My tears make no sound,
And the sky is weeping.
The clouds have formed,
And there is no turning back.
My heart is torn,
As well as all that I lack.
All love is lost,
But I can see that I'm blind.
Must we lose all with Mortality's cost,
And never find what's on our minds?
For my world is surely dying,
Along with the breaking of my heart.
I think inside I'm crying,
But outside I'm playing another part.
Will dance with me?
Will you take my hand,
When the music that's flowing freely dies,
And my dreams have turned to sand?
I want to reach for the stars,
But all I grab is dust.
I look in the mirror and the world is marred,
Except for these reflections of us.
So will you hold me tight?
And hold me long after?
Will you hold me through this darkest part of night?
Could you please? Just hold me forever.
Quandary
- Friday, August 20, 1999 at 23:22:47 (PDT)


will there be a jew in my haven?
will there be a song with my lie
I have ran from all thats mis-shappen
amd hidden in my favourite call tide

can I deliver you my mis-given?
can I make you shine my goodbye
I have listened to our mis-fortune
and secluded you as all that was mine




did youever know my jew was you?
Black Forest
- Friday, August 20, 1999 at 21:50:17 (PDT)


The end of an era they say...

Hmmmm...How appropriate that it comes on the eve of the new millenium

There once were 6 and now there's only 4

can we make it without the others?

Of course We can...

Don't worry guys

They aren't gone forever

I know things will never be exactly the same...but that's life...There ain't nothin we can do about it

I know for sure the friendship will live on...and she will still want to see us when she comes back

Plus he has already been there and he came back to y'all didn't he?

They know the friends they have are special, and they won't let that slip away...


I'm not sad


They'll be back before you know it


College is temporary......








Friends are Forever
Ayatolla
- Friday, August 20, 1999 at 15:53:45 (PDT)


I
Used to
See you
Staring back but
Hehe I think I was
Merely
Dreaming

Didn't you know that
I did see
THe stars in your eyes
And the sun's radiance
The flowed from your
Aura?

How I missed your presence
It was too bad that it was
All my fantasy
Now that I can't find
What used to bring me the dreams
You are not existent in my World

Forgive me that you never knew
The thoughts I held for you
But of course
I was too
Scared
Fjewel
- Friday, August 20, 1999 at 13:08:04 (PDT)


I'll take your seclusion and run with it
pretynd
- Friday, August 20, 1999 at 12:53:45 (PDT)


And we spoke of auras and
karma
he was my best friend again
and I was in love again
completely taken
and he awakened me at three
so he could cuddle so close to me
and i softly tickled his back
as we had done so long before
And I will miss his hands when they spoke to me
and his beautiful sideways yawn
I'll miss the way we cried together
and how safe I felt in his arms
miss the way he knew me
and when we walked in the mall
the perfect way our feet would fall
and how lying next to him
our breath was one in same
even our heartbeat


it will never be the same
pretynd
- Friday, August 20, 1999 at 12:04:22 (PDT)


She says she wants to be the Queen
She pulls her hair back when she screams
The way she wants to live her life
She don't want to be the Queen
Anonymous
- Friday, August 20, 1999 at 11:51:58 (PDT)


The end of an era has arrived
Now I kinda feel deprived
Loves lost
Friends gone
Everyone with faces long
Here today, gone tonight
I hope to see you
I wish I might.

Don’t you ever say good-bye.

A shoal of friends wish you well
it’s not to long till you set sail.
You’ll be back, you’ll come in
But will you want to see me then?

Now I’m tired and have to go,
I wish it didn’t have to be so.
But now I’m off and so are you
Me to home and you to school.


Achilles
- Friday, August 20, 1999 at 11:36:36 (PDT)


I guess I've lost.
Achilles
- Friday, August 20, 1999 at 10:24:21 (PDT)


Baby's born with a caul
But has got 2nd veil sight
Gonna pick up the parts
To make that flight
Damned toaster ain't working
Mandingo is jerking
Don't you even
Don't you dare
Just kicking and screaming
For repair
reap-aire

Rendez-vous l'argent pourquoi j'ai besoin des trois petits cuchons
bacon-strip-tease
Monotony for breakfast never tasted so sweet
Break out the flapjacks
And jellyroll meat
Yesyesdoittome
one
more

time

Dining with you is always a pleasure
Eve
- Friday, August 20, 1999 at 10:03:51 (PDT)


A question I have
to a woman who I know must exist....where are you ?
One woman to another.....needing to feel the rapture
wanting your soft kisses.....to smell your fragrance
just where are you princess ?
Lookingforher
- Friday, August 20, 1999 at 04:27:02 (PDT)


she took him in her thoughts
and she in his hands
together they traded .


Anonymous
- Friday, August 20, 1999 at 04:25:05 (PDT)


What the f#ck is way,anyway?
Anonymous
- Thursday, August 19, 1999 at 22:37:09 (PDT)



-Længsel gemt - Væk i glemsel-

-

at du er min, at du ikke er her,
at jeg din, at jeg ikke er der.

-

Kærligheden er ;

Fortabt i sekundet,
at være beundret,
at beundre,
i evige sekunder.

-

Har jeg sagt at jeg elsker dig,
og at denne vej,
aldrig vil rumme et nej?

Fredag ............... Søndag

Kort.


ZAKAI
- Thursday, August 19, 1999 at 19:54:23 (PDT)


innocence lost
happiness gained
you think it helps
but your life is drained
everyday something new
it is coke,smoke,crack,smack,anything to stray
the mind is at ease
but you dont like it that way
you inhale the smokes breeze
when will it end
when will you learn
when will your arm bend
when will your lungs burn
i'll tell you when at the last day of the last hour of the last minute of the last second at the END

for kaleena
fantasie
- Thursday, August 19, 1999 at 19:37:31 (PDT)


Bright horrizons
everything dead
the world surprising
holds my head

my lifes a dream
calmness instilled
can't fear the darkness
openly filled
TRUST ME.
fantasie
- Thursday, August 19, 1999 at 19:25:12 (PDT)


We are nothing
but a vision
in the eyes of imaginary people
Cameron D. Booth
- Thursday, August 19, 1999 at 18:52:41 (PDT)


Only Sleepless Slumber
I enjoy you more that way
You, my lovely wonder
and dark nights decay
Sorry to sound so cliche
Kissing is the best part of foreplay
And there are many shades of green
I'm feelin' kind of grey
And Many shades of you
I refuse to choose my favorite
what can I say?
Is your weather blue?
You need me too?
I need the sweet eruption of complete
The heated fury and rapture when our soul's meet
what's it like to feel safe in your own skin?
I don't need you to invite me in
I don't need you to let me win
I just need your arms again

That isn't too much of a sin...Is it?

What is it about you?
what shade am I?
grey or blue?
perhaps the two?
I just want to feel safe in my own skin with you.

Sorry for the confusion
Sorry my head is a mess
Sorry I still place you in the white chamber
Inside this mind
You infest
You manifest
please... just rest with me


One more time and one more time and one more time

jane
- Thursday, August 19, 1999 at 18:21:24 (PDT)


search for
contents
stories
poetry
short stories
fables
novel excerpts
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Anonymous
- Thursday, August 19, 1999 at 07:51:04 (PDT)


poetry or poetry links and or gifs
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 23:59:45 (PDT)


search for =
poem poetry poets poetress words
lyrics fiction non-fiction prose
stories archives posts index
list of authors
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 23:52:44 (PDT)


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Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 22:36:07 (PDT)


poetry poems poets
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 22:34:14 (PDT)


Where is the poetry?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 22:33:43 (PDT)


POEMS
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 22:33:06 (PDT)


Poetry Section

Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 22:32:24 (PDT)


Hello,is this the search engine for this page
or the guestbook?
I hate to bother you,but I am looking for the poetry section.could you please direct me to it?
Thank You ,Very Much
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 22:31:40 (PDT)


poet poems poetry
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 22:26:54 (PDT)


poetry,poems,poet,poets,prose
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 22:26:12 (PDT)


"Lost"

Hi ,
I was wondering if you could give me some information about where to find poetry
or poetry links? The directory reads there is
a poetry section,but I cant seem to find it.
a couple of my friends told me about this
address.Maybe I typed something wrong in the address? I will try a search engine,but if anyone could help me with this my search would end sooner.
Many Thanks
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 21:55:27 (PDT)


She's just as big a whore as Amanda......
Ayatolla
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 21:41:28 (PDT)


I'm not FUCKING ready to lose
Achilles
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 21:39:36 (PDT)


in the silent moments of sounding dusk
I exhale my last gasp of sleep
and slipping evil slides past the door
into a fiery night residing
comforts of an enlongated glimpse
pliant and rigged in stream form
my struggled realization ebbs to clasp
a single breath of you
slightly beside me
briefly inside you
pretynd
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 15:17:03 (PDT)


No chance...
that's what you've got

Up against a machine too strong
Pretty politicians buying souls for us all

You're just PUPPETS
and you won't find your place in line
tie a string around your finger
because it's just a matter of time


I "guarantee" you'll lose in the end........
Ayatolla
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 13:46:55 (PDT)


yeah gray is my favourite colour
but I lost my symbolisim yesterday
and if I was every fucking thing
would I be RUNNING to confess
perhaps I am just not READY




sweet epiphany
I will miss you
pretynd
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 08:59:01 (PDT)


Only Sleepless Slumber
I enjoy you more that way
You, my lovely wonder
and dark nights decay
Sorry to sound so cliche
Kissing is the best part of foreplay
And there are many shades of green
I'm feelin' kind of grey
And Many shades of you
I refuse to choose my favorite
what can I say?
Is your weather blue?
You need me too?
I need the sweet eruption of complete
The heated fury and rapture when our soul's meet
what's it like to feel safe in your own skin?
I don't need you to invite me in
I don't need you to let me win
I just need your arms again

That isn't too much of a sin...Is it?


Jane
- Wednesday, August 18, 1999 at 03:32:38 (PDT)



Scattering thoughts in lines,
mad displays & diztorted frames,
rain & soft touching minds,
wakes, recoils & restrains.

-

Disclosed & dreamweaving,
-A momentum called leaving-
Off-shore routing, displaced,
-Nullified & replaced-

-

Angels, across still water,
-Sufficed in light
&
wailing wight-
Bound faceless, for the alter.

ZAKAI
- Tuesday, August 17, 1999 at 18:24:21 (PDT)


Within, without, upon?
Not as fare from....?
Acid sex in silver needles?
Coke for your nose?
Speed for your need?
Wide awake?
or did we break?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 17, 1999 at 18:17:59 (PDT)


I'm not gonna listen to anybody
Tell me who I'm supposed to be
I'm not tryin to be like anybody
tryin to play and make believe
It's my time , my time, my time
All you fools with your stupid rules
You don't even know what trouble is

Don't you understand your own illusion?

You make up a fantasy in your little mind !

Follow me and let the blind lead the blind

You're the small one, the responsible one, the mellow one, the easy one,
Well it's Our time now, it's OUR time now, you know it's OUR Time now....Let the TRUTH SET YOU FREE!!!!

You'll find out what trouble is...Does anybody really know who's sleepin with who?



Ayatolla
- Tuesday, August 17, 1999 at 14:54:40 (PDT)


School is soon !!!!!!!!!!!!

the wheels on the bus go round and round.......round and round..........HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
BIG MAMMA
- Tuesday, August 17, 1999 at 13:46:13 (PDT)


My mind exhales and comes to rest
as calm, as warm, as comforts test
temp me, lead me, thoughts astray
What else is there when love's at play?

Darkness bleeds and shadows scamper
Fear and Pain, beneath soft damper
Doubts, regrets - put at ease
Un-important things do much to please

Birdsong dewdrop leaf and cloud
content within, warm and proud
Times so precious lived this way
Things so bright now, once were gray.

Life itself comes alive for me,
Each time your smile sets me free.

Little J
- Tuesday, August 17, 1999 at 10:20:19 (PDT)


My mind exhales and comes to rest
as calm, as warm, as comforts test
temp me, lead me, thoughts astray
What else is there when love's at play?

Darkness bleeds and shadows scamper
Fear and Pain, beneath soft damper
Doubts, regrets - put at ease
Un-important things do much to please

Birdsong dewdrop leaf and cloud
content within, warm and proud
Times so precious lived this way
Things so bright now, once were gray.

Life itself comes alive for me,
Each time your smile sets me free.

Little J
- Tuesday, August 17, 1999 at 10:19:02 (PDT)


To ayatolla :
shoo girl I wondered where you'd been!!!
been sooo long
since I seen you improvisin' face
I got a toothpick fo ya!!!!
Cougar
- Tuesday, August 17, 1999 at 09:26:46 (PDT)


Moving Furniture can be fun
KFC is the place to be
Chillin at Easy E's crib
Y2J is here !
I'm gonna get some sleep or I will never eh..eh..ehhhh Ever be able to maintain this sleep pattern and coexist with all the Millions.....and Millions of B.S.C. Students

I wish Jane wasn't leaving, but she'll be back in no time at all
I still have Clapton, Ellen, and Easy E so I'll be fine


Life is gooooooooood !
Ayatolla
- Monday, August 16, 1999 at 21:57:37 (PDT)


someday has maybe but
then again maybe not
the other day is gone
next day takes is spot
many days have to come
past days you are from
nowadays we play house
yesterday I did vaccum
today I saw them mouse
tomorrow is a waiting
for the day to final
future holds soulmating
Anonymous
- Monday, August 16, 1999 at 20:11:30 (PDT)


i've got a pocket for you
full of those ugly butterflies
full of all those things
could I make you scream?

and I have a dream
caught with you
caught with me
could I make you see?

how short time fades
into
into
you

and how short my hair
has grown

I have a pocket full of
cherries
together we could eat

I have a pocket full of
me
just waiting



on you

Pretynd
- Monday, August 16, 1999 at 20:07:33 (PDT)


Why can't I just be regular again?
here and there is irregularity
in my pants, you see?
Once a day is fine
but thrice or frice
makes my bum bum feel not too nice:)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA stab stab
(whoever you are, I really like that)
I just want to be regular again
I am sure that my friends will understand
Jane
- Monday, August 16, 1999 at 19:57:42 (PDT)


I close my ears
and there I see
those same things
we used to all be
I close my eyes
and there I hear
the same one fear
that you are near
strong vibes full
loaded with weak
the message arrives
not this week not next
temporarily pausing the hex
for a few up and coming weeks
Anonymous
- Monday, August 16, 1999 at 19:54:37 (PDT)