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Vacation time

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


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


So, You Have Chosen Death

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


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


pretty

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

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


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


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


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


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

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


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


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


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


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


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

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


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


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



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


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

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


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

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


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



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

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

T
O ~ A
R

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

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

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


Reincarnation: I Am Still Yours

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

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


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


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


About a Girl (alt. title Jessica)

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

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

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


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


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


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


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


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



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

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


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

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


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


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

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

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


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


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


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

TRUST NO ONE







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


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


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


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


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

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


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

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

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


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


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

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


Shape changer


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

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


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


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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

You're not real
Visions surreal
Spirit channels

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


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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

The numeric-sound,
of wings unbound.

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


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

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


Skinny

You see him there,

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

Look at his cut-off shorts and his bare feet

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

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

He doesn't understand that he's starving.

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

his idle eyes lead him to the playthings,

sticks and busted bike wheels

and through torn chain link fences to the pounded dirt playgrounds

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

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


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

nose flat to the barrier-- the barrier is money

and it tastes like candy.

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

that can't afford Air Jordans.

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

between them and wealth is mystical and intellectual

and they then begin to strive.

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

that looked as out of place in the ghetto as

a spaceship would in the desert.

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

And right there he became Skinny the Lookout

and he saw the gold tooth

and he rode in the spaceship

and he ate an ice cream cone

and that night when his mom came home

she saw, perhaps, that he had found out.

That he had found out that he was poor.

Or maybe she didn't.

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


Eight year old Skinny will die in a minute.

A policeman's bullet, wanting Gold Tooth

struck him in the street and he lays in the gutter

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

And his mouth tastes sweet,

and he knows he's poor.


by Chris Curtiss

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


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


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


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


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


Yankee Clippings

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








John Coletti


























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






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



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



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



"AND IF THERE IS"

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


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

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

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

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

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

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


Like One of Those Girls, You Know?


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



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


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

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

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


Thee Critic -- A hello and a goodbye

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Simply Beau


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

P.O.Edwards

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


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


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


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

Why?


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

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

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


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

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

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


In the cards...?

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

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

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


In the cards...?

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

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

I'd like to think it was In the cards
A part of life's great plan
that something made me drive that way
to meet my perfect man.
Hippychick.....not the true author though.
- Wednesday, April 28, 1999 at 17:35:57 (PDT)


In the cards...?

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

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

I'd like to think it was In the cards
A part of life's great plan
that something made me drive that way
to meet my perfect man.
Hippychick.....not the true author though.
- Wednesday, April 28, 1999 at 17:34:44 (PDT)


Maybe......maybe not?

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

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

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

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








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


I believe In

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

I believe

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


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


always and forever


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


Love?

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

~~~~

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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


Softly Does This Angel Weep

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

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

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


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


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


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

_*=()=* Zoh@r_

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

*

*_De nøgne heste ridder igen_*

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


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


"Bread and Water"
by
Travis Ray Cole

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


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

I love me more than you this time

everythingwillfalleverythingwillfall
everythingwillfaileverythingwillfail
youwillfallyouwillfallyouwillfall
you
will
fail
Y O U

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

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



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

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

travis ray cole

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


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


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


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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

































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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

































hippychick
- Sunday, April 25, 1999 at 20:02:27 (PDT)


Within The Desert Of My Mind

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

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

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


----------

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

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

*

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

*

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

----------

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


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

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

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



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


REALISTIC REALITY

No time to write
neither day-
nor night

No feelings explored
simply supressed,
ultimately ignored

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

P.O.Edwards


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


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


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


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

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


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


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

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


"for B---, at spring break"

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

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


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

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


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


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


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

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

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


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

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

Sometimes I feel so drained
Your touch can fill me up

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

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


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

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











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


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

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

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




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

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

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














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


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

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

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

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

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


For Alyssa from tip of my heart

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

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

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


(your forever friend)





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




"Lab Rats"

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

Rat brain in space, satellite reception
double dose of cloned mutation
microscopic study prevention
genetic strain of humane intervention
from the brain and seminal fluid
of the rat comes acid phosphate
dying in a rat trap, last in the rat race
not really giving a rats a**
I smell a rat in space

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

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

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


BROKEN

WALL AROUND

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


"yeah worry"

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

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


I have spoken my lies
the deepest part of me

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


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


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


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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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


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

complaint removed
your life restrained
heat plus heat eguals hate

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



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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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


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


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


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



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


."THE HIGH-PRIEST OF LAKE SHORE DRIVE"

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

"I just tripped a wire"

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



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

Written by Travis Ray Cole (c)copyright1980


"Shes not my girlfriend shes the government"

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

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

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

WRITTEN BY TRAVIS RAY COLE {c} copyright1995


====================================================
"CHURCH WORDS"

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

Written by Travis Ray Cole{c}copyright1998

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


in the eyes

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


words

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


untitled#2

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


untitled

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


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

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


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


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


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


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


============================================
"ITS TO LATE"

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


"Whats in a name?"

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

Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 14, 1999 at 07:01:00 (PDT)


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


resurrection

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


"Prayer to Blonde"

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


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

Want
dont need anymore trials
seperation

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

Step back,big picture

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

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

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

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

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


travis ray cole

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


Nadir

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

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

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

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

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

© 1997 The Violet Hour

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


Winter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Tightrope

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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




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

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

Sterilize,
Cauterize
Not to bleed again.

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


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


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










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


=======================================================
"POSTAL WORKER"

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

Written by Travis Ray Cole{c}copyright1997


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

"Sex and Tobacco"

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

Written by Travis Ray Cole{c}copyright1995






"The Eye of Newt,Pigs Eye Newt"

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



"ABORT THE MISSION"

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

Written by Travis Ray Cole (c)copyright1996


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


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


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

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

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

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

I wonder.

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

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

Soon she comes and I will know
Answers to all.
In amazement will I remain?
In awe of radiance?
Endearment?

I have no doubts.
I wonder.

She draws closer each time.
And each time
I wonder.

symian takahara
- Sunday, April 11, 1999 at 18:33:59 (PDT)


LOVE

If love causes so much pain
then why do we search?
If only to find it
and then lose it just as quick.
Why do we put our heart on the line
so that we can be hurt?
So many questions but
are there really any aswers?
Or are the answers to painful
to really understand.
Love is wanted by many
and dreaded by more.
Love is mearly words
that led a person on.
No feelings, no hope, no emotion.
Only pain, suffering, and loneleness.


Kelly Pelletier
- Sunday, April 11, 1999 at 15:53:36 (PDT)


TRAPPED

Trapped in this vicious world
where no one cares
Hidden behind a mask
so no one sees me cry
Alone with my pain
though no one knows
Trapped in this shell
that's hidden the truth



Kelly Pelletier
- Sunday, April 11, 1999 at 15:43:01 (PDT)


Crush the soft sweetness of
my innocence.
Take my white, snowy mind
And cover it in velvet love.
Lead me into the realms of your illusion,
And cast me in your pleasure play.
i, like a ripe tomato
Fresh with the morning dew
Wait for your knife to burst
Through my skin and let forth the
Sweet, succulent nectar of the sun.

i shall satisfy your every desire.
i shall fulfill your every hunger.

The lust in your eyes reflects into my soul,
Sending me into unearthly places i've seen only in my
Silent wine drenched dreams.
My body lies here-an unopened journal
ready and waiting for your knowledge
To enlighten and educate my love.

Fill me with your fantasies.
Fill me with your fervent fables.
Your pshycadelic infernos of intellectual bliss.

This reckless abandon i feel with you consumes me whole
Consumes my soul.

All of this
All of this having begun with
One
Sweet
Kiss.
Anonymous4
- Sunday, April 11, 1999 at 15:12:05 (PDT)


Crush the soft sweetness of
my innocence.
Take my white, snowy mind
And cover it in velvet love.
Lead me into the realms of your illusion,
And cast me in your pleasure play.
i, like a ripe tomato
Fresh with the morning dew
Wait for your knife to burst
Through my skin and let for the
Sweet, succulent nectar of the sun.

i shall satisfy your every desire.
i shall fulfill your every hunger.

The lust in your eyes reflects into my soul,
Sending me into unearthly places i've seen only in my
Silent wine drenched dreams.
My body lies here-an unopened journal
ready and waiting for your knowledge
To enlighten and educate my love.

Fill me with your fantasies.
Fill me with your fervent fables.
Your pshycadelic infernos of intellectual bliss.

This reckless abandon i feel with you consumes me whole
Consumes my soul.

All of this
All of this having begun with
One
Sweet
Kiss.
Anonymous4
- Sunday, April 11, 1999 at 15:11:19 (PDT)


Crush the soft sweetness of
my innocence.
Take my white, snowy mind
And cover it in velvet love.
Lead me into the realms of your illusion,
And cast me in your pleasure play.
i, like a ripe tomato
Fresh with the morning dew
Wait for your knife to burst
Through my skin and let for the
Sweet, succulent nectar of the sun.

i shall satisfy your every desire.
i shall fulfill your every hunger.

The lust in your eyes reflects into my soul,
Sending me into unearthly places i've seen only in my
Silent wine drenched dreams.
My body lies here-an unopened journal
ready and waiting for your knowledge
To enlighten and educate my love.

Fill me with your fantasies.
Fill me with your fervent fables.
Your pshycadelic infernos of intellectual bliss.

This reckless abandon i feel with you consumes me whole
Consumes my soul.

All of this
All of this having begun with
One
Sweet
Kiss.
Anonymous4
- Sunday, April 11, 1999 at 15:10:56 (PDT)


I am charletine so he says
so he says I am going down
so he says I am special
I have a order in colours
and I can see them shine on he
he likes to hear me tell people
about their colours
I think he may like to
show me off
I think he may like me
despite the whore
I think I may be confused
slightly
i think that I am not meat
to him
but his treatment has turned me
blindsided
and I dont like to be meat
I perhaps would like to be
starchy
any way I fear I may get to him
and It would be the video game
not the treasure hunt
I have much gold here
I have my gold hid
I am not hurt
Roger Roger
Princess
I have
pulled
out
.
ventricle
- Saturday, April 10, 1999 at 22:00:02 (PDT)


i creep along the edges of your shadow
Searching for a drop of your soul,
Your dark demon love cast cool and cold upon the concrete
Love's lost and found.
i creep.
i crawl.
I create crazed concertos in C major (maybe minor)
In your world of B flat funk
Foolishly harmonizing inharmoniously with your song
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 10, 1999 at 14:58:59 (PDT)


Every time you put me down
you pick me right back up
your always so mean
but then your so nice
thats what confuses me
about you
one minute your nice
the next your mean
I don't understand you

you hurt me in so many ways
but then you say your sorry
and i forgive you

i fall down
you pick me up
you put me down you leave me down
holly
- Friday, April 09, 1999 at 11:17:03 (PDT)


damn that whore
she always could defeat me
damn that whore
damn her sure eyes
damn her silken hair
and her velvet thighs
damn that whore
she is always in the way
damn that whore
damn the boys who love her
damn her gloved hands
and her whispered voice
damn that whore
even thoguh she's me
damn that whore
pretynd
- Thursday, April 08, 1999 at 12:15:49 (PDT)


Inside the light
i find i can never shine too bright
Inside the light
i feel no pain no fright
Inside the light
there is only comfort and sweet,sweet insight
Inside the light
the light of the night
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 08, 1999 at 00:36:04 (PDT)


I once met a boy who was a shower thinker
I once met a boy who thought in the shower
Dear boy may I think with you in the shower?
pretend
- Wednesday, April 07, 1999 at 22:27:14 (PDT)


It feels like Alaska thru this transit
So what If I love myself
a little more
THAN YOU

You are still that hair stuck in my throat
You are the most disgusting of aggravations
Your'e still that dried up spilt
o r a n g e j u i c e
under my pianophone

I can't stand the soot of your crappy
so-called artistry
I'll move to BettyJeanLand
And eat butter with my fingertips
if I feel like it
if I fucking feel like it

Hurry and go jack off over your damned
novellas
before they fail you
like I know they're bound to

All I ask is for you to leave me alone
I'll aim my faith to all your'e not
"Mas vale sola que mal acompanada"



Eve
- Wednesday, April 07, 1999 at 22:19:12 (PDT)


sift me sincere desire
falsify me
and make me wise
take me with you
insanity digest
tell me if creations well
mold me to you


pretend
- Wednesday, April 07, 1999 at 22:18:24 (PDT)


Control


Misery and Sadness Alleviated

Go!

You are Welcome Here no More

The Passed is Gone
The Passed is Changeless
Time Passes as Sure as the Tides of the Day
What is to Come
Comes Timid-less, with no Fear or Pity
Beseeching Choice, Emotion and Consequence

Like a Fire Burning in the fireplace
A Log Burns to Fulfill its Entropic Destiny
Its Desire, so Deep to Evolve its Energy and Warmth

Only Time and Chance

The Spark Hits
Overjoyed it Lights
Until the Oxygen is Depleted from its Colorful Flair Returning it to its Sullen Red Haze of Ash
Slow its Depression, but Sure to Despair
Until the Time and Chance Align, like the Sun and the Moon to Once Again Allow the Cycle to Begin Once More

The Happiness is Here Ones …

More! More!
So Unexpected

Who Controls it!?!?!

Be Gone
You are Welcome Here no More

Control by an Omniscient being Seems Cruel and Unjust
But the Indiscriminant Inevitability of Time and its
Beseeching Partners can be the Killers of Our Pain and the Cleaners of Our Ash

Welcome Here no More

The Forces that Oppose will be
To Force Ourselves Upon it is Futile

The Question Still Stands

Not me

Not you

Rafael
- Wednesday, April 07, 1999 at 09:25:24 (PDT)


"Stalemate Blues"
by
Travis Ray Cole

I got the blues so bad it hurts me.
I dont care about loving you

I got the blues so bad it hurts me
I dont care about loving you

you only play the game to hurt me
Is it yours? Its my move

all your lovings there to hurt me
so there is a point for you.

all your lovings there to hurt me
so there is a point for you.

I wont let you keep me in check
I gotta plan my next move

the stalemate blues!
you dont let me win..nomore
i got no chance with you
the times running out
and im bored with losing too.

I got the blues so bad it hurts me
I dont care
no I dont care about loving you
I got nothing to lose in this game
lets call it quits
I think were thru.

the stalemate blues!
you dont let me win..nomore
i got no chance with you
the times running out
and im bored with losing too.


I got the blues so bad it hurts me.
I dont care about loving you

I got the blues so bad it hurts me
I dont care about loving you

you only play the game to hurt me
Is it yours? Its my move

all your lovings there to hurt me
so there is a point for you.

all your lovings there to hurt me
so there is a point for you.

I wont let you keep me in check
I gotta plan my next move

the stalemate blues!
you dont let me win..nomore
i got no chance with you
the times running out
and im bored with losing too.



http://members.wbs.net/homepages/r/a/t/ratacid.html


====================================
Copyright : 1998

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

=====================================
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 07, 1999 at 07:19:29 (PDT)



Fragmental designs,
of non-linear lines,
of angelic hours,
and non-liquid showers.

*

The frame breaks the continuity,
renders it flat, within linear obscurity,
the idea bridges the thought,
non-linear, crowns not.
Gone insane,
at the base of the frame.
The chemical wedding,
the slow burn, obsessing.

*

The slow decline,
while the mind unwinds,
slowly melts, into nothing,
folding frequentative offspring’s.

*

To be the simplicity of a need,
the loss of self, unfolds and bleeds,
vacuumed filled drops,
of thoughts never caught.

*

ZAKAI
- Tuesday, April 06, 1999 at 19:50:56 (PDT)


WAKE UP TO YOUR WAR
BITE THE CURB AND GRIND SOMEMORE
FATE WOULD HAVE IT YOU WONT HAVE ME

HI,
I'M CALLING YOU BECAUSE MY MIND SAYES TO
YOUR ON YOUR OWN
PRO
BAIT-ION

COLE
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 06, 1999 at 15:56:15 (PDT)


Unable to do otherwise
I once again submit to the power of the pen.
I lack the ability to control my actions, to Progressively propel my life forwards
And complete the dull tasks of life as a college girl.

I lose control with pen and paper.

I love ink and insignificant words bound
Together upon the sadly beautiful sacrificial trees
For some odd and unidentifiable
Reason I find joy, fulfillment only when I write.
Yet only when i write like this.
When i am spilling the overflow of words and emotions
In my dark gray matter
down through my
neck
to my arm,
wrist,
and
fingers
Allowing them
to guide this
wise tool along
the page.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 06, 1999 at 14:25:52 (PDT)


Eyes Know


Eye for the Eye
The Heart of the Soul
And the Speaker of the Subconscious
Speak Scream Yell Release
Its Okay Here

NO
YES

Feel Love Let GO
Have Faith That Your Heart Will Know
Tomorrow is another Day
Time Keeps Going
Your Eyes Will Know
AAAAHHHH

I Don’t Know
Time Keeps Going
Did You Feel That?
A Bump in the Road
Went so Fast I Didn’t Know
Your Eye Will Know

AAAAHHHH
I Can’t SEE
My Eyes Muddles by the Blitz and Lack of Memory
But did it sting?
Your Eyes Will Know
It Hurts But Its Okay

Speak Scream Yell Release
It seems Like a Ubiquitous Pain
Aching and stinging
The Pain Turns to Pleasure
Don’t let it GO
Angst Perplexed
My Mind Comes Down
Give Me More

No
I Shouldn’t
The Suns Almost Here
Okay
One More
Did You Feel That?
The Bump
Don’t Come Up Yet
Forever Just Started
Tomorrow is here
The Sun Has Risen
Your Eyes Know

Rafael
- Tuesday, April 06, 1999 at 09:07:55 (PDT)


Eyes Know


Eye for the Eye
The Heart of the Soul
And the Speaker of the Subconscious
Speak Scream Yell Release
Its Okay Here

NO
YES

Feel Love Let GO
Have Faith That Your Heart Will Know
Tomorrow is another Day
Time Keeps Going
Your Eyes Will Know
AAAAHHHH

I Don’t Know
Time Keeps Going
Did You Feel That?
A Bump in the Road
Went so Fast I Didn’t Know
Your Eye Will Know

AAAAHHHH
I Can’t SEE
My Eyes Muddles by the Blitz and Lack of Memory
But did it sting?
Your Eyes Will Know
It Hurts But Its Okay

Speak Scream Yell Release
It seems Like a Ubiquitous Pain
Aching and stinging
The Pain Turns to Pleasure
Don’t let it GO
Angst Perplexed
My Mind Comes Down
Give Me More

No
I Shouldn’t
The Suns Almost Here
Okay
One More
Did You Feel That?
The Bump
Don’t Come Up Yet
Forever Just Started
Tomorrow is here
The Sun Has Risen
Your Eyes Know

Rafael
- Tuesday, April 06, 1999 at 09:07:29 (PDT)


I have participated
Jane
- Tuesday, April 06, 1999 at 07:38:27 (PDT)


Oh Al, you smell. How bad it must be to be you. Oh Al, you smell, oh well....you smell.

Anonymous
- Monday, April 05, 1999 at 14:44:02 (PDT)


Kate this poem is for you
kate is my friend
she complains about her weight even though
she's not
fat
she's small but is obseessive about her
weight
I guess its
society
ooh well
she's still thin

Anonymous
- Monday, April 05, 1999 at 14:14:10 (PDT)


Girl in the yellow shirt
you are wearing a yellow shirt, girl
I love you.
my colorful girl, my words colorfully coloring you.
yellow shirt.
me.
Can I creep into the fibers of that yellow shirt?
girl. In the yellow shirt, yes...you.
You have something on your lip
No. I just want a kiss.
Soft bum bum of the girl in the yellow shirt. Yes, I like it.

Girl in the yellow shirt, I love you.
Jane
- Monday, April 05, 1999 at 12:48:06 (PDT)


" Mass Replication"

To My Irony Blue

My cubicle of salvation
Is the sweet taste in your mouth
The cool feel of your hands
And the severe beauty your voice
that envokes my tounge

Realize your languid persuasion
Draws my perserve nature
Feel the way I did
I want to become you

Please grab a spoon
And delight me
cover me once more
Respond to me
Damn you wombat
ventricle
- Sunday, April 04, 1999 at 14:43:41 (PDT)


It is my eyes he says
that peirce him
that make him want to hide
in the recesses of his mind
though he says he cannot
he says my eyes fit their occupation
he says they are beautiful
he syas He cant get past
my eyes
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 04, 1999 at 14:22:03 (PDT)


"really"

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

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

COLE
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 04, 1999 at 10:28:10 (PDT)


He said I exuded a sexuality
that was always there
he said sometimes it was hard to see
like a hose with a trickle
and sometimes I used it
I would like to turn
my hose on him again
and again
and again
Pretend
- Sunday, April 04, 1999 at 07:57:45 (PDT)


you gulp my thirst
glistening shiny
in red
flourescent lights
it's scary
to listen to you in the
dark
when
the static of the telivision
tears me apart
the generalized who
say waht
where
when
how
here in the tone
si
- Saturday, April 03, 1999 at 15:42:02 (PST)



This rage, you say
The cars pass and the radio plays
It isn't there,
you know

you are left in the cold
with my joy
and your sorrow.
But I can't find any
rage. The breeze
blows it ruffles me.
The leaves swirl
and your lips
smile.

You can't make a living these days
without rage
and a cause
and a ribbon
and all black clothes
and a constant coffee buzz
can't hurt.

The thing is
I love people
and nature
and really bright clothes
and instead of being so
angry I love
and people are nicer
when they're loved.
There is less to be angry about.

So you see that's the thing.
This joy is a vicious cycle. No poet
will ever make a living again
if the cycle isn't broken
soon.
Anonymous
- Friday, April 02, 1999 at 19:18:19 (PST)


be my valetine
all the rest of time



before i cry
Anonymous
- Friday, April 02, 1999 at 11:36:02 (PST)


Oh i am such a whore
when there is nothing left to believe
bleed me under the swollen moon.
there was nothing
else to do.

angel retreat into
angel darkness and your descent
has risen in me
the most innocent one,
i spent the last 3 years
trying to make someone understand
and half of that trying to make you care.
but nothing will make me that
most beautiful girl everyone wants to be
and underneath, everything is dirty
and ruined
in my throat lies his and your breath
trying to escape
to burn into thoughtless memory everything
which has happened between now and then.

so how well do i sell today...
nonchalance and stiocism?
how well does she whore herself today?
and burn her anger straight through
to nothingness.
you wanted to burn me away,
into silent oblivion
into those angel lies
and that glass shard.
who
{and you}
has mastered the art of
burrowing into
the hearts of little girls?
r.
- Thursday, April 01, 1999 at 21:48:40 (PST)


Nurse Nightmare

big fat elvis diease/meat loaf replica
whos in there?ryhyme assignation
how much does it cost to sign up on welfare?
thats what i need more crack dog,celente
if thanks is not enuff still looking for a welcome
if when zzzzzzz extra
hookers on herion to stick needles in my eyes so i cant feel it when the she burns my eyes out
i still love you
you want anything to drink with that
and call me in the morning
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 31, 1999 at 20:45:08 (PST)


rio
================
THE RIVER
================


"THE RIVER"
by
Travis Ray Cole

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

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

you still have cable television
to save your nites alone

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

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

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

theres no guarentee
as boring as life could be
will you always be true
and chain your ass to me?
oh let our love flow AT$T

Copyright{c}1997
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net

Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 31, 1999 at 20:19:44 (PST)


The boy with many faces said to beware the profanity of country. And to think, we live in a country, we sleep in a country, we burn and kick the bucket in a country! CUNT-RY CUNT-RY CUNT-RY CUNT-RY
MY CUNT-ry tis' of Thee
Sweet land of Liberty and so on.

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha


Jane
- Wednesday, March 31, 1999 at 13:43:08 (PST)


untitled

i have no title for this peice and i hear the video game in the back round and thats all
megan billings
- Wednesday, March 31, 1999 at 13:12:29 (PST)


well done
iwork
i play
i die
and what do i say isay thats life for ya
megan billings
- Wednesday, March 31, 1999 at 13:08:50 (PST)


"who cares"

Shes gone,im rid of her

Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 31, 1999 at 06:56:58 (PST)


I fall asleep in sweet moving time
I believe that I have a existant peace
I believed excuses that drove away the best
for all the right , but never returned
even though the space is here
and there are so many places
where I wish to covet what
was once mine
So many experiences
Where I want to tell you
here you laugh
so many times now where I need you
so many times now I realize
my pain is not yours

Pretend
- Tuesday, March 30, 1999 at 16:45:32 (PST)


I dont wanna end with you
dont sleep with deat
dont break it
chain my hearts not now
at first sight
with you
now take it
i dont wanna end up
i dont wanna end with you
dont sleep with death
remake life
i loved you last night
i love you again
i love you now
-============================-

Death and Angels

Death and angels walk away
blood and rules
are you trying
are you
are you trying too
are you
inspire me
blues as fuck
death and angels look away
think you cure me turn away
something made me hate
Im not out there
take away
SUBTRACTION
Death & Angels
change my ways
dont i love something anyway
your all the memorie left
all i saved
no tear to taste
deal with anger
another page
could you save me?again always
i want take away
steal you
steal my name i love something everyday
live till tomorrow
still its strange
mention this to your hearts subconcious
i need love and its death and tomorrow
mutiplyied by change

why not look at me
i love your way
death will part us
and save me from shame
i need something
you know what i mean
and the blues are so far away
i thought i loved
she laughed and she walked
she stood there
belive i found her
its insane
id give what i dont have
id take from you
id rip it into
for her
i died again inside
i got no one to blamemine mine
if there is tomorrow
would you come with me
i just keep asking over and over again in silience
i dont wanna die
just want love
i guess the dream is mine
till they take it away
i care now
little
baptise me in a glance from you
i think about_____love gone
what if theres tomorrow
i dont care if you love me only if it started
seperation anixity
misplaced feelings

cole

Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 30, 1999 at 11:11:16 (PST)


all of you with your tragedy, GET A LIFE!
I know it can be better, try truly loving soemthing
for once and just pray you don't get screwed over
Anonymous
- Monday, March 29, 1999 at 22:03:59 (PST)


The Artist is the art
she moves,she moves me
she speaks and calls my name
she laughs I can smile from what is me

I said shes love
reason
I've waited all this time for something
not really knowing until I seen it
at this point there is no season
the begining

she gives me clubs hearts and diamonds
the spades I dig up on my own
she lets me win until the last moment
and puts me in checkmate again

she spins and tries to get it off the ground
its up to the wind to choose to take it
I run with her
I run for her
I run to her
she is a gift
she is she I am me

together we listen
to her I whisper
don't I tell her my best line
and go back and rewrite them?

can I ever really love what is love
am I the only one
I should not say anything about it
its too late
I could'nt wait
just outta the blue
from nowhere
"I love you"
across the sound
from now on
would I say the right thing
would'nt I do anything
and be crazy enough to quit
whatever got in the way

crazy about the reason I have to love
me and you
If I could catch up to
If I could hear you
what you do to mine
I think not___ sweet
but a rose without a vine
a clock ticking out of time
If I could catch up too
I could out love you
a flower in my mind
if I could make a wish
somewhere in the back of my mind
just cast the spell
until the light i see is only a flash of light
a tattoo of a dream in thought love brings
the reaper trying
before hells fire brings
the season changed
i dont have or want anything
anything
theres nothing left
missing thought
dream gone
castle crumbles leaving only memorie
a tattoo of a dream
to tell me what I want to hear
another heart drained
bleeding into the sea of clouded
know you no me laugh
Anonymous
- Monday, March 29, 1999 at 21:54:26 (PST)


you have no ideal what you want and your wasting
my your life time
dont you realize reconize
your mine
theres no one else for you
goodbye good luck get lost get
one more time
i dont want to break the spell you put on me
i dont wanna die to be free
i dont want to have to break you
steal your heart part two

why
die
cry
high
mine
blind
trying
bye


Anonymous
- Monday, March 29, 1999 at 21:00:13 (PST)


I don't have a bone to pick, I have a bone to break.
There will be no peace in the chambers tonight.

Jane
- Monday, March 29, 1999 at 17:43:27 (PST)


Bend yourself over me, boy
And I'll insert my lament for a lost you
Into your smiling rectum
that reeks a stanger's fruit.

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

I am sad, tragedy is pretty, I am The Madame Morose Eclipse,
MY ass, the Verbose Bitch can kiss.

Bend yourself over me, boy
Sorry to pain you, but sometimes I ache you.



Bitter Providence
- Monday, March 29, 1999 at 13:24:27 (PST)


"Sex and Tobacco"
by
Travis Ray Cole

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

Anonymous
- Monday, March 29, 1999 at 07:26:33 (PST)


WORD
Pretend
- Sunday, March 28, 1999 at 20:06:20 (PST)


I spend hours waiting for twilight to pass
So I may be where my void is covered
====================================
I create pathways to falsified virtue
So I will remain in the unforsee time
====================================
I enfold myself into a penetration society
SO I may eleviate the division of my hush
=======================================
I need my chelle more than I think
she ever needs me
Pretend
- Sunday, March 28, 1999 at 19:56:41 (PST)



Numb, wasted daze,
hung...Upon a tainted haze.

Cant breathe,
fast hybrid speed,
wasted whithin waste,
gone-divided-beyond,
the sweet might of flight.
I need of this....................
...................Tutorial bliss.

Fumbling eyes................
...........Show og lie-lies.
Im in haste of need,
double foiled to bleed.

Shade my mind and thought,
for it has grown bitter, and thus flawed.
At show, to dry,
upon laminated skies.

ZAKAI
- Sunday, March 28, 1999 at 08:31:16 (PST)



Unstable i think i called,
render me fall,
sedate me not,
the thought.

Lead me gone,
cleaved but beyond,
greek solitude,
western aptitude.

I raged the nights...
I raped the flight...
I bleed free...
I seek thee...

Behave-Behave-Behave
Not-Not-Not
Rage-Rage-Rage
Caught-Caught-Caught.

Im in need-need-need,
strip-strip-feed-feed-feed.
Longing of belonging,
bleading of leaving.

Non-linear sub zero base frame,
escape wings of So-So blaim,
liquid flight, of nights never ending,
of devine glory, neglecting descending.

ZAKAI
- Sunday, March 28, 1999 at 08:29:13 (PST)


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

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

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



dam i em good
- Friday, March 26, 1999 at 16:28:43 (PST)


TYP-O CORRECTION

TELL ME
TELL ME
PROMISE NOT
THE WORDS YOU SPILL
ARE ALL I'VE GOT
MEEBE
- Friday, March 26, 1999 at 10:28:12 (PST)


STERILE HERE WITHIN MY REALM
THE CAPTAIN GONE
DEAD AT THE HELM
DIRECTIONS LOST OUTSIDE
THIS SHIP
TO NUMB TO TAKE
THE WHEEL

THANKLESS THERE I LAY IN WAIT
NO GIVING BACK
TO NEW INGRATES
MY TRUTH BECOMES
AN EMPTY VOW
OF WAIT UNTILL
OR NOT RIGHT NOW

TELL ME
TELL ME
PROMISE NOT
THE YOU WE SPILL
ARE ALL IV'VE GOT


MEEBE
- Friday, March 26, 1999 at 10:25:04 (PST)



I heard my self break...........
...................and grown fake.
I-stopped-living,
I-stopped-being.
You never stopped grinning...........
.........And I, never stopped leaving.

I burned hollow, to the ground,
my lie twines my line,
Thus sweet unbound...................
......Sacred drugs, unfulfilled my mind.

I stray for the pain,
sweet unfold, keeps me sane.
Render me night................
...............I so long for flight.

Think I caught a smile,
upon your grin.
Think I ran a mile.......
.......................Within.

ZAKAI
- Thursday, March 25, 1999 at 16:18:55 (PST)


It's all for you
on the
INSIDE
Pretend
- Thursday, March 25, 1999 at 13:28:32 (PST)


Everybody expects a miracle
the messengers have made it back by now
I ve forgotten yesterday
tommorow expects the same

I know what they're looking for
inside is where we hide
what they want from me
is it steal
is it real
is it me
a miracle the bottom line
is it cool
is it a lie
a stolen heart
a life to deny
you are you
and you are mine
until we die
how do you figure in this
all i think i think i guess
my miracle is your mind
all i wanted was to hold you all the time
and if love could exist
i i live for you end lonlieness

a photo is all i have left
forgotten tomorrow
sky turned grey
i pray


COLE '99
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 25, 1999 at 07:07:07 (PST)


Seek Shelter, my Precious Star
deny the light to view the scars etched
upon my quivering back
Wouldn't it be neat if I was neverending and upbeat
a straight-laced street
But smack me
my tongue is black
I'm not on crack
I just think tragedy is pretty
Disgrace erased, replaced
MY new yummy taste,
Constant waste
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 24, 1999 at 14:11:40 (PST)


I need a new lover
and a dark blue bedroom cover
I need a cellar too
and confess me to you

I need a softer smile
and a private while
I need a older new
I need a closer you
Pretend
- Wednesday, March 24, 1999 at 13:50:47 (PST)



Tiert, fucked up and sleeping,
the deal, done.....
A wheel spun,
sweet-happy-fucked-up-joy-needing.

Burning the brain,
learning the frame,
in need of bliss,
fuck me-and give-us-a-kiss.

In need of pain,
tiert of games,
in need of this,
fuck-me-and-give-us-a-kiss.

Sooo, you belive.....
in the greatness of greed,
in the power of pain,
fuck-me-and-leave-me-insane.

Peace.....
But just for a week.

Zoya
- Tuesday, March 23, 1999 at 19:44:22 (PST)


I dream for the peace of belonging,
for an angel in distress,
of bitter delight, on coming,
as we gently confess.

My angel, has green eyes,
she whispered....Red hair,
i will never weave a lie,
as long as your there.
Frater Peru
- Tuesday, March 23, 1999 at 19:14:38 (PST)



For i love you,
I.......think.........?
I revel in your frames of blue,
and from your brests i drink.

For i was nursed,
by an angel, cursed,
show me a smile,
and i´ll frame denail.

Red headet lover,
for it is you, i covet,
it is you i desire,
frame me as a liar.

I finally found my basement,
dint know i had one,
but a nice entrenchment,
to be gone,
to be without,
doubt.

Stale blues,
rusty croons,
need new shoes?
I love you.

ZAKAI
- Tuesday, March 23, 1999 at 19:05:55 (PST)


Here, Have a peice of my father's heart, it's on me. It's all on me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jane
- Tuesday, March 23, 1999 at 13:40:51 (PST)


Well sign me an autograph and hand me a shasta!!!!!!
Jane
- Tuesday, March 23, 1999 at 13:28:46 (PST)


the chemicals make you confess
sobriety is the test
you fail and i lose
and i'm guilty of wanting you high
so that you'll love me
you're so wired and i'm tired
and i just want it all to end or begin
or something
just do something
God Damn
me
- Tuesday, March 23, 1999 at 11:22:14 (PST)


*blood oranges*
i will drag you down, angel
into something so beautiful, familiar
because there is nothing i want more
than to make you understand
so long ago you preyed
i prayed, pounded,
under the swollen moon
for pain
for feeling
for your words still ringing in my dizzy head
it is easy not to cry it is easy not to
eat
making a fist to feel full
i wonder how easy it was
when you pretended to care afraid
because i wasn't made of plastic
with a string
attached for a happy ending.
but it is not easy to see you,
to see her preserved
sickest state, bloody grins
and beautiful faces
and you never knew what to do but
you were only psychic
i refuse to be someone's, your whore
and passed along into a red space,
into and under your hate.
i live in fire and faerie tales,
i have eaten your poison apple
the exes on my palms bleed into the ground
underneath your orange tree
that i cut down
you chose my wounds,
always the desired way to bleed
and you all say i'm beautiful
but i sleep alone.
all i hear are the fallen
angels screaming
coming for me
underground teen hearts,
drinking blood
her open veined
trendsetter's cocktail.
r.
- Monday, March 22, 1999 at 21:27:26 (PST)


I have a irony taste in my mouth
and the stubble on my legs is getting long
my hair lies scraggly and unwashed
I have dirt underneath my fingernails
and sleepies in my eyes
I just ripped off a toenail
and my breasts are sore
I have a date with the fantasy ward
in about 20
Anonymous
- Monday, March 22, 1999 at 19:23:26 (PST)


beauty boy is getting old
Taking Rage Closer
pretend
- Monday, March 22, 1999 at 16:52:37 (PST)


"The War Room"
by
Travis Ray Cole


"The War Room"

part 1


yes I have been there
it was me
getting my share of some fucked up fantasy
the war room
all things of war
make your move
war whore
the war room
with piece of mind
looking to acceppt what is me this time
I dont know if i can deal with what is me this time
it is me inside
it is peace i find
THE WAR ROOM
and its been sometime
the medals of hate to celeibrate
the photos of what the rich have left
do your napiolian james dean
THE WAR ROOM
holds onto me
and loves only me
because theres no one else around
and the devil comes as pretty as push comes to shove
THE WAR ROOM
with a hundred doors
its got its own asmosphere
dont leave me alone
come back and love me
until i love
THE WAR ROOM
a fantasy
relived
THE WAR ROOM
from where I have lived
THE WAR ROOM
a block from where i was born
the war room
the war whore
the bullets and shells stained with blood
the pieces of hundreds of years
and countries that fell
at no price
the cost is mine
the past of time
the peace that I find in
THE WAR ROOM
the lust too.
i never thought of dying soon
where is my self
i love myself
where is the dream
i think fantasy
so i come to
THE WAR ROOM...
Travis Ray Cole
Tuesday, May 05, 1998 at 07:13:19central standard time
Copyright : 1998

Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at 1-847-345-5657

==========================================
Anonymous
- Monday, March 22, 1999 at 09:16:19 (PST)


Stinking farts and broken hearts are one and the same
especially when you thought it was real,but it ended up being a game
Your breaking my hear,your tearing me apart
So FUCK you
shaddow
- Sunday, March 21, 1999 at 12:30:39 (PST)


DEMON SEED
I WANNA BITE THE APPLE
I WANNA KILL THE SNAKE
I WANNA SKIN HIM ALIVE FOR HEAVENS SAKE
I WANNA BITE THE APPLE
SPIT OUT THE SEED
CAUSE THE LORD KNOWS
I'M THE DEMON SEED
IN REVELATIONS OR ON PAGE ONE
WHEN HE COMES CALLIN THE DEED IS DONE
I WANNA EAT THE APPLE KILL THE SNAKE
TAKE ALL THE BLAME
ITS NOT HER MISTAKE
TRAVIS COLE

"The Game"
by
Travis Ray Cole


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


Copyright : 1998

Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@writeme.com
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 21, 1999 at 00:29:31 (PST)


Quief...
HA HA HA HA HA HA
Jane
- Saturday, March 20, 1999 at 21:10:29 (PST)


Længselsfuld, afsavn og forståelse,
ængstelsfuld,
af tungsind og forsmåelse.

Nemesis og den foregående ironi,
at abstrahere fra transparent idioti,
at stirre, ind i livets plørede øjne,
at undgå, livets opslidende løgne.

Selvets udslettelse....
- Den glemsomme begyndelse -
- På afslutningens udviskelse -
....I en evigt udsættelse.

Sammensmeltningen af knuste mennesker,
det kemiske bryllup af selverkendelser,
tilrøgede synapsers tøvende,
et smil kastet, prøvende.

*

I natten glemmes,
nu`ets overraskende sus,
på linen vi hentes,
i kærlige arme, svækkelsens rus.

ZAKAI
- Saturday, March 20, 1999 at 17:42:07 (PST)


Funeral homes are hilarious!
I found Life creeping underneath my bench.
I laughed and laughed
Despite...all the Mumbo Jumbo.
I feel like Dumbo
And I still remember eveything
Jane
- Saturday, March 20, 1999 at 10:47:42 (PST)


Life is sad I must say my dear
but there is one thing about it
you can always buy a different one
though many beg to differ
that it would never be the same
and I tend to agree
Look for your life in your basement
a funeral may do you good

Pretend
- Saturday, March 20, 1999 at 06:55:57 (PST)


Life escaped from her cage last night and I haven't been able to find her. I am assuming that she is dead, decaying in some damp, dark corner in my basement.

Jane
- Friday, March 19, 1999 at 19:33:33 (PST)


*-* UNTITLED *-*

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 DERIVES 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.
AL
- Friday, March 19, 1999 at 07:46:32 (PST)


DOUBLEDOSE
Anonymous
- Friday, March 19, 1999 at 06:55:55 (PST)


RAT TRACKS



"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
Anonymous
- Friday, March 19, 1999 at 06:54:58 (PST)


Why don't I worry the sleepy queen?
Can someone here help me?
Pretend
- Thursday, March 18, 1999 at 18:53:47 (PST)


Oh God I want to taste him
I yearn his hands to me
I smell his fear from me
Oh God I want to weave him
Inside of me
I claim him cradeling time
I create me into he
Oh God I want to need him
Oh God I want to need him
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 18, 1999 at 18:48:59 (PST)


Killed my babies, my babies are dead
I could feel them slipping
gently dripping out of my womb
clever babies, dead babies
Jolly little theif, I want to vomit
Elsewhere is better
I'll take only my Morning Breaking with me
Fuck you and Goodbye

Jane
- Thursday, March 18, 1999 at 09:28:38 (PST)


instilled fables
creation tables
bring me new to you
infest digration
insinuations
can you fall me through
dearest climax
insanity digest
I fear obssession too
pretend
- Thursday, March 18, 1999 at 07:42:09 (PST)


Madness, raven tails,
swallow me whole,
Bit me twice,
prolong the pain,
lunacy reigns.

A serpents smile,
upon a forced mile,
within anger, upon rage,
mold me, adolescent knave,
Lost within gods,
Cloud 9,
withered upon the vine,
1 of 7,
sign-me-11,
10 or 6,
Simon says, a faceless tic,
3 by me,
2 by you,
be 4,
upon a rotting core,
perhaps 26,
this stale ornamental crucifix.

ZAKAI
- Thursday, March 18, 1999 at 02:57:20 (PST)


Soiled,
foiled,
Begot,
and begat.

Frame this of not,
Dreams-dribble-thoughts,
lust craves deceit.........
......upon non-linear feet.

Liquid escaping,
motionless aging,
lost within flight,
abundant by sight.

Tempted to let go,
elapsed of the flow,
I have the fear,
the fear of tears,
condemned,
transcend,
absolution,
by a mixed solution.

Cooking, spoons,
Cooking, thoughts,
A nothing fool,
Straying abroad.

Most be alone,
In the cold,
Must be free,
Of thee.

*

Razor, strip my eyes,
hooks, claim my lies,
pain, render me sane,
bliss, as is.

ZAKAI
- Thursday, March 18, 1999 at 02:19:41 (PST)


you love to deny
that you walk in faceless fury
always becoming who you believed
you should have been.
in these years, i have not become anyone
there is no line between you and i
and she and he and you who claimed to always care
have taken everything back
everything i have learned from you
is just a broken angel wing
and everything i have said to you
has been pain contained
and there was noone interested
in picking the rotten lock, this time,
but you.
so i tried to be the girl who was
your eternal magician,
always beautiful in spite of it all,
who loves to perform your little tricks,
over and over again.
but nothing i have learned from you
has ever told me to breathe or eat, or stay alive.
my catharsis can't equal my lifeblood.
living blood and bone are never seperate. (we are all so flawed)
so i thought i burned it up and buried it.
when i came home to sleeping spirits
your breath was caught in my throat,
and everything you would never say was contained and confessed there.
i used to refuse to be this kind of girl
she's weak, coquette and there is nothing inside of
her plastic perfection.
but he stole me and gave me to you
i'll never be more
than someone's favorite whore.

Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 17, 1999 at 21:01:59 (PST)


he spoke of the word torrid
and now so will I
he spoke of alaskan fishing
I will buy a bat
he gave me green on a green filled day
and now i will know him forever

Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 17, 1999 at 18:21:28 (PST)


death brings food....
but I am full
beauty brings a wombat
but i am large
the flow brings a dancer
but a dancer i am not
creation offers peace
though i am strikingly without
redheads bring love
and i cant run away
pretend
- Wednesday, March 17, 1999 at 18:16:08 (PST)


When may I be alone? Just alone? Just alone?
For once make love in the mouth of diversity
We are too much of the same tree, you see?
Stroke me with a fresh vision, I am tired
Wired with anger
I need me
And the Wine is my favorite She
Tuesdays are mine
Shower Cubicles are mine
I am fine
I'll never get tired of the Dancing Boy or the Wine
I just need some time
I want my clever babies that are stolen from my womb
I want what is mine

(I hate Sponge Brains)



And this dream I had... It's neck kept snapping...






Jane
- Wednesday, March 17, 1999 at 14:27:14 (PST)


is it all just words we say?
Apathy take away
its not a game to me
theres nothing else
i guess im asking for your help
if i could talk to you
it would make the pain somewhere

subtraction
to have or love something
dreamless

nameless
heartfilled with

end transmission
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 17, 1999 at 07:15:59 (PST)


tRC TRc TrC
your words are like mercy
but your lips provoke a severe
terror there
tell me why you leave no way
WIll you write again today ?
give me words give me words
I'll paste them close to me
give me words give me words
give me words TRC
Pretend
- Tuesday, March 16, 1999 at 20:03:46 (PST)


Meaningful childhood memories
influences formed me today
he made a handful of me
he and his heavenly dreams
I only know he holds them now
I only know I'll die without
Pretend
- Tuesday, March 16, 1999 at 19:57:38 (PST)


closer rage and gleam is mine
I have moments set in time
I can see the fearful day
reverant simple cleaver way

burning torment
- Tuesday, March 16, 1999 at 19:46:37 (PST)


I WANNA PLAY A RAT A CASTER
POOR MANSION GOT HIS AXE SMASHED
I WANT 2 BLONDES
I WANNA TAKE A BATH
I WANNA GET RID OF YOU
CAUSE YOU AINT NO FAN
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 16, 1999 at 07:18:03 (PST)


"The Only One For Me"

You
we could be
we live
you breathe love into the dream
trade yesterday
you
existing alone in my space
i dont want illuision
you leave lust love thought exceed
i bleed without
inside i die

about i want you
i only think dream about you
blinded by fantasy
i love you but not what it does to me
to me
to me
========================

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

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

magic
is she
love and lust
i love her more than love is love.....

T.R.C.

Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 16, 1999 at 06:56:46 (PST)


MOONDANCER

A woman of beauty and grace
Dances elegantly in the night
Among the dead souls of past
Only a candle as her light.
The bloody rain begins to pour
From the blackened sky
Against the light of a silver moon
Where the bats like to fly.
The ground is wet and soft
Due to evening mists
But a black liquid falls from her
The blood of two slit wrists.
Her face is pale and expression blank
Her body small and fair,
Her eyes two sparkling emerald jewels
Sweet auburn is her hair.
With a knife she draws more blood
And smiles at the pain
She looks up into my eyes
And seems a bit insane.
A wicked laugh splits the night
And echoes off the stones
I shut my eyes and cover my ears
When I look, I'm all alone.

Demoness Metria
- Monday, March 15, 1999 at 09:04:42 (PST)


Hung upon hooks of gold,
striped of skin, bitter cold,
within soft flight of rage,
deceitful I thus crave,
lies for life, dreams for flight,
a forever drop, a painless rush.
The dubbing of the senses five,
stagnated, but elaborated,
fake by Blake, but alive.
Folding, breaking the soul,
imploding, mindless unfold,
fumbling throughout the night,
and thus fragmenting bright.
Abstract but fragmented,
within but ascended,
a nothing man,
nothing,
can.

ZAKAI
- Monday, March 15, 1999 at 07:55:48 (PST)


Sponge Brains-n. People who suck up ideas from those around them, seemingly without realizing it, and then presenting the concepts as their own. I hate sponge brains!


(what a shame)
Jane
- Sunday, March 14, 1999 at 22:54:59 (PST)


An Ember

My fireplace builds dreams for me.
The flame is gone and yet I see,
An ember I can build upon.
One ember left to carry on.

My fire loomed across the sky.
Now my last ember wants to fly.
I watch it play it’s fleeting game.
It says to me, "I am a flame".

It is alone and wants to be.
This ember that was part of me.
Born of a fire all but gone.
It is the dream I build upon.

Herb Schwartz

Reach me at herbphyl@frontiernet.net


Herb Schwartz
- Saturday, March 13, 1999 at 07:47:31 (PST)


quickening
the movements felt
that lay beneath
the mothers belt
throws her back
with joy at best
dreams of quiet
peaceful rest
somehow deep
inside her lie
a lion cub
to swell her pride
the future holds
no paths fortold
but does insure
new life to hold
Meebe
- Friday, March 12, 1999 at 14:25:07 (PST)


"To Win or not to Win.."

in color i cheat {or cheese}
the love i need
shes so beatiful inside
and you chain me
save for tomorrow
make me wish
make me bleed

i only wanted you
you crazy thing
and forever youll want me

stabbed through ever part of what they call a heart
done wrong by all my friends
stealing whatevers left
he had you first again
i lie and tell a dream she is the only one
i lie and tell some memorie
i ll be there in the storm
fate
weather
someone somewhere
has changed something between us
if you see us

the masses the people the thoughts of you and me
get the hell out of here
theres only me
i love you
you know i do
and this is the shackle digging into me
everyday the show steals the look
the seed

i love you
im crazy about you
theres no heart in me
i love you
i need you
try and find me
i love you is old
since first sight
i started to think

no,i really need you
these blues make me bleed
how long do i gotta pray
i cant wait its once we live
one life
one million times you and me

travis
Anonymous
- Friday, March 12, 1999 at 06:52:38 (PST)



I have rage,
Oh, I have rage,
I think IM angry,
yes, I think IM really-really angry.

Oh-Oh-Oh,
Control-Control-Control,
countdown,
slow-slow-slow.

This whore of night,
slippery of sight,
Oh I love your shades,
keeps out my rage.

Managed to erase almost everything,
but my rage is still there,
fucking up things.

-Blow out-
Fuck you, you little bitch,
fuck you and whole fucking family,
Why cant I let go of such a pathetic little creature,
like a beaten dog I stray for home,
begging for wings to loan,
to reassemble the night,
fuck it, its guys like me that buys an Uzi,
and shoot up shopping malls,
how fucking pathetic,
I have really not become,
what I thought I was going to be..
I have rage, I really have rage,
scary sometimes, when it overcomes me,
I see you sitting there, on the bus, on the train,
I want crush your scull, rip your heart out,
and take a big fucking bit it.
Pathetic I know, but I cant help my self,
it just overcomes me,
like sleep, when you’ve been speeding for a week.
ZAKAI
- Thursday, March 11, 1999 at 16:05:00 (PST)


No No No
Torment Blue
It isn't you!
The dancing boys and girls
Take Mine
I wish you only knew
It isn't you

Sheesh
Jane
- Thursday, March 11, 1999 at 15:10:57 (PST)


In my dream state intreval
I have begun to wonder
what experience it is you speak of
and if it is me ..
then have you not known my devotion?
you are undeserving if the wholly empire
and soon you will know that what is mine
is what I crave
and what I infinetly achieve
know that you are no obstical
and that i have allowed what you possess
BITCH ME
Pretend
- Wednesday, March 10, 1999 at 18:33:51 (PST)


You will not take mine, Sweet Boy is sacred and divine
and still he is softly mine
I am fine, but for the record
HE IS MINE

You have not been cradled in the heated ventricles
Of the heart of this Divine and Sweet Mine
You know nothing of the Parade of Flavorful magic that grooves inside the mouth of my Gentle masculine Wine
And smoothes the ancient tragedy of my tortured mind
You are merely on the surface of Love's Complete Rapture, Subconsciously seeking disaster, for you are putrid swine
And he is still Mine
He has me captured far beneath the surface of Love's Complete Rapture!

You will NOT take Mine
That Sweet Boy, Sacred
In his eyes I still shine
You are the worthless defeat
And fine by me to break you
You will NOT take Mine


Fuck You...
Jane
- Wednesday, March 10, 1999 at 15:53:17 (PST)


I looked at him like I love him
I do, oh me, i do
The only man i could ever see myself
growing old with
The only man I would give up for
The only man I would follow throughout forever
give my undying love and support
The only man that i want to be a parent with
(I don't even like kids!)
And the really scary part is that he feels the same
about me
hopeless romantic
- Tuesday, March 09, 1999 at 22:22:34 (PST)


everywhere i go
i feel like people stare
as if they know
of this deep awful tear
in my heart
i want to hide
become invisible
even to myself
so that i may forget
if just for a moment
the pounding pain in my chest
i though it all was well
much better
i thougt we were on our way
to a begining we had never had
i had been smiles lately
i went to bed in peace
i cried happiness in the shower
tears of disbelive
it was all too well
too perfect...
xee
- Tuesday, March 09, 1999 at 19:36:51 (PST)


INTO
Into you I can believe
Into you I shall abide
courses, tension, slipping smiles
Into you I have become
Tender , careful, soft confide
Into you I shall subside
Violent moments , I can see your soft machine
And twisted steal beliefs
I have some wishes of my own
They will describe which side.
Pretend
- Tuesday, March 09, 1999 at 17:18:33 (PST)


MR. FATALITY

Benevolent manifestive
Killing of the party boy
Lost your beauty eyes
Lost the hue of your irony blue
And what can you do with this need?
Reflective of my moral reality
Touch me with your persuasive casualty
Pain me with emphatic personality
Carry me MR. FATALITY
Pretend
- Tuesday, March 09, 1999 at 14:49:43 (PST)


" HI "
by
TRAVIS RAY COLE

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

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


================--------------------------------------------------------------------
Copyright : 1998


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Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 09, 1999 at 14:34:02 (PST)


"Lab Rats Lament"
by
Travis Ray Cole

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

THIS IS A TEST, THIS IS ONLY A TEST
Mice and monkey,wheel in cage
test you until your trained
toxic rodent losing rat race
infecious desease research cell freezing
cheesy albino with lesions
double dose of cloned mutation
microscopic study prevention
genetic breed of humane intervention
from the brain and seminal fluid
of the rat comes acid phosphate
not really giving a rat's ass
I smell a rat in space
rat face rat brain sattlelite reception
TRANSMISSION
rat patrol rat pack sewer rat get fat
rat trap rat hole cat bait
dying of strictnine poisioning
last in the rat race
rat acid rats bane died here insane
written by travis ray cole


------------------------------------------------------------------------
Copyright : 1997
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 09, 1999 at 14:31:02 (PST)


Nowhere now


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

"WINTER"

wont love me outside of her mind

my love has only to ryhyme
No way was ever like you
to hold the only truth

no game left to play
I love her
she knows everything
I told her and walked away

The End
of birthday
valentines and wait

something has got to give
my heart has only break
its my love I share
I lust, live to hold you/her

the her that is mine
she denies
and lies so good it makes me proud
and kills the freedom inside
i've been there where she stands
i need her and hold her hand
a kiss she turns away
and thinks she loves yesterday
YESTERDAY
you love yesterday?
yesterday has no tomorrow

I walk I run

dont you love me goodbye?
dont I need you by my side
love is blonde if loves at all


Travis Ray Cole
========================================
- Tuesday, February 23, 1999 at 12:06:05 (PST)
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 09, 1999 at 14:23:21 (PST)


This poem is for anybody who has ever forced themselves to do, that which they thought they could not.

"A TRIBUTE TO THE HUMAN SPIRIT"

I will not go quietly down, I raise my head in the head air amd I defiantly stand my ground!
I found this spot amiss the rubble, and I am the one who has cleared it away at the cost of my trouble.

Death raps loudly upon my door, but I shall beat him into submission and live-on, for this to myself I've swore.
Vulture's surround me just waiting for my demise, but I will scare them away with my battle cries.

Darkness threatens to abscond with my light, I roll up my sleeves I am prepared to fight!
Invisible demons ride upon my breath, my lungs are weakened....but this will not cause my death.

Evil clutches at my breast, it clenches my heart. And I feel the beat the rest...
My soul screams into action and restores strength to my heart, I am even stonger now then I was at the start!

Masked men who are giants stab daggers into my hope, I look deep-within and find my unwavering faith, which helps me to cope.
Starvation and thirst; not to mention the loss of much of my blood. I have prevailed thus far, I shall survive and stay afloat on despairs mighty flood.

The night now falls and with it comes dreams that under normal circumstances would seem so sweet, are actually nightmare's ordering me to admit defeat.
But dawn now comes and the sun rises up beautifully from over-top of the hill.......

I have retained my dignity, and I find myself standing in awe of the power of my will!
It's just @ngel again..
- Tuesday, March 09, 1999 at 12:52:19 (PST)


I grow tired of hoping...
My days are only darkening;
Leaving me too blind
To see reality in my mind...

I was always a dreamer,
Believing that Time makes everything better.
I've always failed, it seems,
To see that all I followed were dreams.

Am I being punished for loving?
For sorrow is all that it may bring.
I always thought that it was her that would not try to see,
But I know now that the one without open eyes was me.

What to do?
If I only knew...

Axel
- Monday, March 08, 1999 at 22:05:34 (PST)




Was I not good-enough for you to love, was I not strong-enough to make you forget?
I know find myself loathing life, and the fact we'd ever met.
Personality clash, war of souls, torments the peace for which I long
I turn up my music to block it out, but still I hear your song.
Agony consumes me, hatred is now my friend.
I'd sell what remains of my fragile spirit, if only these wounds to mend.


Blackness like a cnacer, grows within my humble breast.
I search the place where dreams should be found, but these demons refuse to rest.
Hope is such a suffocating word, it steals the breath from within my lung.
Where once I used to soar upon your speech, now I find your vocabulary is the noose with which I've be hung.


Desire taunts the living, passion soon grows dead.
Fantasies once the stuff worth fighting for, soon fill the soul with dread.
Temptation sometimes funny, Love is often sad.
Recollections of a former high, can make the sane grow mad.


Richness of spirit, can leave you destitute in the end.
Those who possess the wealth in life, swear they have no help that they can lend.
Tears after a time can become comforting, for to their fell you have grown fond.
I opened the gate and let my heart be fondled, only to see that I've been conned.


I walk the halls of hell it seems, such a price I have to pay.
And all because I saw you there, upon that fated day..........
@ngel
- Monday, March 08, 1999 at 21:16:47 (PST)


"THE IMANCIPATION OF ME"

I know who I am, what I've got and what I need. I know exactly where I am, where I was and where I want to be. I know that the past wasn't perfect, nor do I expect the future to be. But I know that it will be easier , now that I know me!

No more false impersonations, no more masks will I wear. I REFUSE to conform to societie's molds, if they don't like me....I DON'T CARE!

No longer will I say the reverse, of what it is I fell inside. No longer will I pretend to agree with authority, my true thought's i refuse to hide!

I will not be a doormat, I will endure no more abuse. If somebody can't appreciate me and all that I am, then for them I have no use!

If my tears should start flowing, I will PROUDLY dispaly them upon my cheek. For I know now that I am STRONG-enough to show this world that I am often WEAK!

Another day will not pass in which I starve myself trying to be beautiful by being thin, no longer will I mutilate my body; for I know that I am extraordinarly beautiful from within.

No longer will I try to live up to another man's expectations of what it is that I should be, for I figure I CANNOT be that horrible, if I believe in a PERFECT God and he created me!!!
imancipated @ngel
- Monday, March 08, 1999 at 20:21:48 (PST)


"THE IMANCIPATION OF ME"

I know who I am, what I've got and what I need. I know exactly where I am, where I was and where I want to be. I know that the past wasn't perfect, nor do I expect the future to be. But I know that it will be easier , now that I know me!

No more false impersonations, no more masks will I wear. I REFUSE to conform to societie's molds, if they don't like me....I DON'T CARE!

No longer will I say the reverse, of what it is I fell inside. No longer will I pretend to agree with authority, my true thought's i refuse to hide!

I will not be a doormat, I will endure no more abuse. If somebody can't appreciate me and all that I am, then for them I have no use!

If my tears should start flowing, I will PROUDLY dispaly them upon my cheek. For I know now that I am STRONG-enough to show this world that I am often WEAK!

Another day will not pass in which I starve myself trying to be beautiful, no longer will I mutilate my body; for I know that I am extraordinarly beautiful from within.

No longer will I try to live up to another man's expectations of what it is that I should be, for I figure I CANNOT be that horrible, if I believe in a PERFECT God and he created me!!!
imancipated @ngel
- Monday, March 08, 1999 at 20:16:52 (PST)


I think it's time
I think it's time
it's finally time
for
ME
for me to be
what I need to be
and your'e not in this
your'e so not in this
you were not as you appeared to be

yet I can still smell you here

I think it's time
I think it's time
it's finally time
for
YOU
for you to be
what you need to be
and I'm not with you
I'm so not with you
I was not as I appeared to be

yet I can still taste you here

It's too bad that I am not everything you ever wanted
I'm not your ocean, I'm not your earth
I'm not your refuge, I'm not your church
It's too bad that I am not everything you crave
I'm not your dream, I'm not your wish
I'm not your favorite candy dish
It's too bad that I am not everything you need

yet I can still feel your fire
maybe one day I'll be your desire

my heart floats upon the ashes
my spirit can still feel the lashes
there is nothing like you
there is no one like you







Eve
- Monday, March 08, 1999 at 20:09:50 (PST)


Men Become

Men become hero’s when life says, "It’s time."
Men become stronger, as they start to climb.
Men become leaders, when they’re called upon.
Men become bigger, when all hope is gone.

Men become creatures with wants and with needs.
Men become able to do awesome deeds.
Men become humble and silently pray.
Men become children when it’s time to play.

Herb Schwartz

Herb Schwartz
- Monday, March 08, 1999 at 13:49:39 (PST)


Man Behind the Moon

Placed Perfectly
Where he watched over me
Looking to him I an blanketed in his shadow
The world can see his rough side
But priveledged I glimpse through to his smooth side
Sweetness in his glances
Radiance in his smile
Quiet tones escape his lips

Man behind the moon has a magnetic grasp on me
Oh, Baby
Oh, Baby

COBI
- Monday, March 08, 1999 at 11:10:17 (PST)


Change is a challenge to the adventurous, an opportunity to the alert, and a threat to the insecure

Fear of change causes some persons to be comfortable in their misery, secure in their mediocrity, and paralzed in their prejudice

Prejudice is a matter of being down on something you're not up on

:.

Do battle against prejudice and discrimination where ever you may find it.

Every person that you meet knows something you dont; learn from them

:.

there are three types of people in the world; the ones who watch it happen, the ones who make it happen, and the onew who don't even know what happened.

When a person with experience meets a person with money, the person with experience will get the money, and the person with the money will get some experience.


there's nothing duller than an old blade trying to be sharp!!!!! :~)









Scarlet Begonias
- Monday, March 08, 1999 at 07:25:08 (PST)


Change is a challenge to the adventurous, an opportunity to the alert, and a threat to the insecure

Fear of change causes some persons to be comfortable in their misery, secure in their mediocrity, and paralzed in their prejudice

Prejudice is a matter of being down on something you're not up on

:.

Do battle against prejudice and discrimination where ever you may find it.

Every person that you meet knows something you dont; learn from them

:.

there are three types of people in the world; the ones who watch it happen, the ones who make it happen, and the onew who don't even know what happened.

When a person with experience meets a person with money, the person with experience will get the money, and the person with the money will get some experience.


there's nothing duller than an old blade trying to be sharp!!!!! :~)









Anonymous
- Monday, March 08, 1999 at 07:23:53 (PST)


I don't know why.....

but did you know that

------------------->The milk of human Kindness
------------------->also has no expiration date
Anonymous
- Monday, March 08, 1999 at 07:11:09 (PST)


?
? ?
? ?
? ?
? ?
? ?
?

Why does sour cream have an expiration date?
Larry Anderson/Pitcher/Poet
- Sunday, March 07, 1999 at 19:31:33 (PST)


*-* UNTITLED *-*

I SEE RIGHT THROUGH TRANSPARENT YOU
YOU'RE SO FUCKIN' LAME
A DELUSIONAL LOSER
A SELF-ABUSER
AND YOU WON'T EVER CHANGE!!!
AL
- Sunday, March 07, 1999 at 19:26:47 (PST)


the stars disappeared with the dawn of this day
i am merely awake when the raven flys in
to deliver a greeting which was sent from far away
caw, caw, said the big black bird as he went on his way. here is what the message had to say:

?????????
? ?
? ? ? ?
? ? ?
? ?
? """"""" ?
?????????

Do you know why we

park on a driveway
&
drive on a parkway


?????????????????????????
- Sunday, March 07, 1999 at 15:43:02 (PST)


i should have never said the words
i should of kept it in my head
damn!
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 06, 1999 at 21:32:48 (PST)


If you were a moose and I was a goose
Could we live in the same barn?
If you were a cat and I was a rat
Would you do me no harms?
If we are lovers why do we put on the glovers
And duke it out with extended arms.






shaddow
- Saturday, March 06, 1999 at 19:55:34 (PST)


FALLING

Strangers pass with a glance, Newly awaken visions begin to dance

Blushing hearts race as eyes conect face to face

Uncertin words uttered with a smile , alook and in that momunt that you know a bond is reconised and begins to grow

Imagin a cord of magical light conecting your heart to mine , Something new but seems as thoe it has been for all time

Now the world fades away for a momunt in this wounderous place

Time moves on and soon we must part so to hold this vision in your heart

Ever so slowly we turn to walk away , Oh sleepless dreams dance thoughts of anouther day

Sooon your thoughts will be wandering the way they always do to that place of wounder thats not just of one but of two

Can you feel it deep inside warm feelings dance with butterflies

Oh breathless antisapation as those feelings aore on loves wings tonight and forever more

E.D. Nelson
- Saturday, March 06, 1999 at 12:58:13 (PST)


Why Is Love so low,
It only drags you along It's way.
It only Beats you until you are lost,
Lost on your own shallow way of life.
Love Is a pain in the neck.
It has no true meaning,
I have no use for love.
I Hate Love
Kay Douglas
- Saturday, March 06, 1999 at 07:53:06 (PST)


There is no faith
All hope is lost
Too many problems
Nowhere to hide
An endless struggle
For evil things
The world is dead
And no one cares
Mike
- Friday, March 05, 1999 at 14:34:44 (PST)


*-* untitled *-*

I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW
EACH DAY,FOR YOU
MY LOVE STILL GROWS
REVEALING NEW PAINS I DID NOT KNOW
WONDERING....
WHY I LET YOU GO
KNOWING EACH DAY MY LOVE STILL GROWS

AL
- Friday, March 05, 1999 at 11:21:29 (PST)


*-* UNTITLED *-*

SUBTLE REFLECTIONS REVEAL THE PAIN
EXPRESSING FEELINGS WORDS CAN'T EXPLAIN
BENDING, SHAPING A FRAGILE SOUL
FEELING SO EMPTY
YET MAKING US WHOLE
AL
- Friday, March 05, 1999 at 11:17:47 (PST)


where is your pretty box?
where is your magic time?
where is the grasp you left?
where is soulful kind?
CAN YOU CREEP IN SLEEPY MIND?
.
- Thursday, March 04, 1999 at 19:11:58 (PST)


where is your secret box?
where is your magic time?
where is the grasp you left?
CAN YOU CREEP IN SILENT MIND???
.
- Thursday, March 04, 1999 at 19:11:24 (PST)


will we touch
again with rhyme
will the mind ever confide
????????????????????
Pretend
- Thursday, March 04, 1999 at 18:56:00 (PST)


And where are your festive colored lights?
I am still bleeding, still I am
I still tingle from that tender bite
Fuck your wings, I am feeling a little feisty despite
The scapel making indentions on my valleys you blessed
caressed, possessed, I need to rest
I thought our souls had mated
although this is unrelated,
You were my favorite
Sweet paper like boy dancing
I loved living you, You knew
All I cared to know
Where are those damn lights?
I am maimed, an obscene sight and I'm going to stay in for a while, It's funny isn't it?
Me and my blanket of subliminal flesh
I am spoiling your fresh karma
Take your men of eloquent flavors
savor them in your mouth
Ouch, it still hurts when I think
I think I am still bleeding
I think I am still feeding
On you
On you I am still dreaming



Don't forget to remember my Love
Don't remember to forget my Love




Jane
- Thursday, March 04, 1999 at 18:52:23 (PST)


forever changing, forever constant
the world we used to know, no longer
delicacies of life abound
where to look
should we look for more
or accept the beautiful simplicity of life
though the darkness grows
we plunge deeper still
as our minds get larger
our hearts get smaller
importance has lost
all meaning, where to look
though the End is near, still
we push to no avail
what's next is past
for all will soon know
what life is truly all about
Mike
- Thursday, March 04, 1999 at 18:42:48 (PST)


Gravels hurt my feet
un natural blood flower
will you know I am speaking of you?
will you know how much I hate your voice ?
or will your repetitive droning tone continue
to prevade my joyous peaceful creativity?
I will tear you into two
I will show you what it is to feel
Pretend
- Thursday, March 04, 1999 at 14:04:47 (PST)


So I sat in a bloated coffehouse, with not too much to say. People stared at me and I just felt
lonesome. My love had walked by and left me there.
Didn't even adknowledge that I was there.
No smiles or hugs like there used to be.
So I sat in a bloated coffehouse killing myself slowly.
KAtie Kramer
- Thursday, March 04, 1999 at 10:02:55 (PST)


while walking along the gravel roadside
I found an old torn in two a picture of you
it must have been from someone mad at you
because that's exactly what im going to do

I embraced this journey over a month ago
leaving a trail of ripped up photos in the snow
I have travelled a fair distance to get rid of them
even in the freezing rain I made it here to let you go

for you never took me near your castle
and instead I had to find my own way
to reach the moon and surprise you
tomorrow or the next day, I'll be there soon

then you will understand what this is about
as my journey will be complete and I can leave
you in amongst all of the new found doubt
that you yourself created and put up my sleave

never again will I be fooled by the likes of you
no matter what you say or what you do
those spells that you cast from where you are
won't bother me now...because as you already
know, I burned your incense while wishing on
a falling star.



Scarlet Begonias
- Wednesday, March 03, 1999 at 06:25:24 (PST)


you are crazy, why can't you tell
that god doesn't even exist
and neither does hell

however, it does seem funny
watching religion suck you in
taking your hard earned money

and in turn, they want you to believe
that many many centuries ago,
the virgin mary did conceive

Well believe what you choose
that is really not for me to say
although when you finally do loose

and your money and religion are gone
you might wish for just one moment
that you had of listened to my song.

to believe in yourself because that's all
you really ever need..not some religious
conglomeration to reinforce a simple and
effective personal creed.

emma
- Wednesday, March 03, 1999 at 05:44:47 (PST)


I think I want to eat the sky
I think I want to eat this guy
Eve
- Wednesday, March 03, 1999 at 00:44:56 (PST)


I figured you out, see you for who you are.
Try, try hard to free yourself from that jar.
Investigating your behavior I know your manipulation.
Running from here to there smiling at your situation.
You'll never understand it's not for you to hear.
Stuck in your head, mindless and unclear.
Throw you away, throw you into a new day.
What's that...have you something significant to say?
Irrelevant, shutup, shutup now, break you.
Yes, it can happen all that soon too!!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 02, 1999 at 16:17:38 (PST)


yOu


I hear I speak of anything
In the arms of swift control
I fear I'll simply stay here
Tender balance of sin and need
I know I've made you pleasure
Sadistic as we are
I'll wrap you in my wanting
Tasting creative madness
I hear I speak of anything
I here I've lost my style
Pretend
- Tuesday, March 02, 1999 at 15:53:17 (PST)


And I'll use your cooking spoon
To conduct my symphony on the moon
Maybe Lunacy is my name
I am maimed and you are beautiful
I still feed, I need you
Some God need speed you
To me, the Skies lack that frame of mind
You have stolen the blue
Let me find you
Unwind the chaos with your soft machine
I'll bet you a dime
That we share your dream

Jane
- Tuesday, March 02, 1999 at 15:38:31 (PST)


I have dreams about nothing,
drifting, slow at flow.

Cooking spoons,
lunacy melts the moon,
liquid dreams,
for soft spinning machines.

Mixed by delight,
smoke of flight,
chance of trance.

I have dreams about overflowing,
slipping, over nothing.

Misbehaving god’s,
of grand slumber,
spells out the numbers,
of divinely wowed flaws,
of blind sacred neglect,
Cannabis reflects.

I have dreams about a winged creature,
with tongues of sweet delight.
reptiles of the mind, I venture,
by a Harper’s mild might.
ZAKAI
- Tuesday, March 02, 1999 at 10:58:04 (PST)


Woodham is a queer
he has sex with deer
he enjoys to suck dick
with his midnight beer.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 02, 1999 at 10:46:07 (PST)


Fuck you, where has your love gone?
Tears swell and throat pains again.
Sick, so sick of it all.
Burn to loath and release inside of her.
Knowing my desires lead to wetness and shame.
Things won't come to what I expect.
Fuck you, this will be over soon.
Cling to my flesh, cling to everything.
Feel what I want you to and only that.
Maybe you should know that I am God.
I make you, I take you, and I do as I please.
Repent to me, tell me what you should have long ago.
Fuck you, I cannot stand to know all, for all is that I know.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 02, 1999 at 00:56:36 (PST)


As I walk through the depths of my soul and find it mangled to a point of insanity; I wonder where did I go wrong.
Where did it all begin, the madness and loss of all control.
I cannot focus, confused I am deranged.
I find myself needing the happiness I once had, and my head is tormented by games.
My happiness plays them with me and gives limits of crazed, loonicy, love, and hate.
I play the games and it all remains the same.
I scare myself when I plead that the past can happen again.
When the past show glimses of itself, I jump at the sight of things as they once were.
No longer...I cannot endeaver anymore.
Fatigued and tired to the point of tears I crawl to my comfort zone and pray the thoughts will disappear.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 02, 1999 at 00:39:06 (PST)


Enstranged and disillusioned, this is how I like to feel.
Entering plains unknown, my madness will never heal.
Wondering what will fill the this void, raw emotion.
Hate and love, more so one than the other.
Come into my realm see just where you stand.
Look close now my sister and see what lies in my hand.
Understand this is the only way I know.
Pains me to do so, I plead for something different.
Yet, my cure is seen as a disease.
Mind altering adrenaline will bring you to your knees.
Cutting away life as you once knew it, cutting into burning desires.
Finding what I need leads me to eternal fires.
Fuck your silly world, fuck your silly games.
No one will care to remember our silly names.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 02, 1999 at 00:24:12 (PST)


-The Grandfather Tree-
-darrian-

There she sat under the grandfather tree
It had been there in her backyard
Since her mother's mother could remember
The wind blew her long raven hair
The wind blew hard, but she didn't care
She was the embodiment of purity and youth
Yet her soul seemed stained
By the sins of her mother
The transgressions of her father
Her eyes reflecting the blue of the sky
The day was bright, a good day to die
She wondered if she willed it so
Would her heart cease to beat?
She sat there under the grandfather tree
She sat there in the heat
Or did the tree sit under her?
At times she couldn't tell
So she asked it
But the tree had no answer
The grandfather tree told her
"Ask your mother"
"Ask your mother who lays under me"
So she asked her
But her mother made no reply
Darrian
- Monday, March 01, 1999 at 15:47:04 (PST)


The Speed of Time
-darrian-

How fast time flies
When you're in love
How slow when you're alone
As I look into my lover's eyes
I listen for her faint moan
I remember when I didn't know what love was
Remember when I lost my innocence to that no good girl
Though she was the dearest of friends
Remember the fist time cigarette smoke
Burned my virgin lungs
Remember the first time I got married
The first time my wife left me
The first time I won her back
Remember the first time
That I became a father
Remember the first time I went through a divorce
And I remember the first time I lost
Everything that was dear to me
So I ask myself, where is my daughter now?
Surely not here
Looking back I see
At times with my love
At times so alone
Always in love
Whether fast or slow
Only time knows
That yesterday I turned sixteen
Darrian
- Sunday, February 28, 1999 at 10:47:29 (PST)




She sings a twisted tango song
I've said once before...a woman knows
she lays on my valleys, and in them
I need not be corrected, I feel no wrong
I love my lovers song

Let's be ice and melt together

Jane
- Saturday, February 27, 1999 at 23:04:49 (PST)


how badly is that animalistic urge to
tear and rip of clothing to get at
what you really want
why even wear clothes
when your more gorgegous on the outside then in
so use that animalistic behavior and have good sex
because nothing else will come of it

Hazelette
- Saturday, February 27, 1999 at 19:26:15 (PST)


Remember over a year ago
as we twisted passionatly on the plush blue couch
you swore i'd never be back there again
i promised i stay away
things were better that way

But today
as we sat there uncomfortably on the plush blue couch
you put your hand on my leg
i shifted away
things are better this way

Maybe tomorrow
as we wonder what we ruined on the plush blue couch
you feel everything is wrong
I feel the need to go away
things are better this way
Hazelette
- Saturday, February 27, 1999 at 19:21:36 (PST)


walking in between both of you
i found myself falling in love
with you on the right and him on the left
and i can't decide which one i want
but neither will have me
i direct this plea to you
and maybe that means something
but he was new and still fresh in my mind
so maybe again tomorrow we'll all go walking

Hazelette
- Saturday, February 27, 1999 at 19:10:31 (PST)


I dream of my lover
hazel eyes that burn me
they look at me
at my face and my lips
my chin, my neck
my shoulders, my feet
as they disapear undernith
the fallen silk of my blouse
my breast; he holds me
I dream of my lover
stongs hands that burn me
but his face scapes me
with the faint memory of his kiss
so faint yet so new
i dream of my lover
xee
- Saturday, February 27, 1999 at 18:06:03 (PST)


can i say i love him more
the man i do not know?
is there in time a space for soul?
or does time refer to reality?
is it not believable that I should know you?
silent man i have never seen
though i would like to make the threat
I realize more than you would like
Pretend
- Saturday, February 27, 1999 at 07:34:12 (PST)


Mr. Insane told me that I had Ponash, That I was Ponash.
He said he couldn't wait to hear my lounge singing act.
Jane
- Friday, February 26, 1999 at 21:54:14 (PST)


dog, dog, you are a hog!
do not trample on that log,
for it is the sacred log of Lalt!
do not trample-halt!
where do you go?!
don't you know it is snow
snow that beckons and is cold
that could kill you?
oh, dog, do not hear my scorn,
For I love you.
Dog



foxxxy
- Friday, February 26, 1999 at 15:39:05 (PST)


his blue eyes pierce through the air
in search of my mind and for my soul
although he cannot have it, he likes to try
standing in the bushes, pretending not to stare
but to attack with the same carbon copy mold
hoping to trick me into defeat, man that fox is sly

but it is ever really only for a short while
cause then I take back what is rightfully mine
and he knows is has lost just like everytime
because I can do it with much better style
scarlet begonias
- Friday, February 26, 1999 at 08:33:40 (PST)


hey....your right the word level is spelled the same either way
anthony
- Friday, February 26, 1999 at 08:20:43 (PST)


level .... it's level no matter which way
the scales are hung in the windy day
the sound of chimes blowin in the air
calling the piper to rise from his chair

ok toot we're waiting or do you know how
I thought not as im calling your bluff
never before were you never this tough
oh eyah, that was then .. this is now
level...it's level no matter which way
Anonymous
- Friday, February 26, 1999 at 08:13:37 (PST)


my god......its a dog
Anonymous
- Friday, February 26, 1999 at 07:54:51 (PST)


witty wise wizard wanders wildly within world wide web & sighs with sarcasim to suprise the population of people at pandora's
Anonymous
- Friday, February 26, 1999 at 07:51:45 (PST)


copy cat copy cat ... where is your own dictionary @???
Anonymous
- Friday, February 26, 1999 at 07:46:47 (PST)


I once had a sister and her name was JANE
Thank god we got rid of her..she drove us INSANE
Anonymous
- Friday, February 26, 1999 at 07:41:30 (PST)


If you need it, then use it......when your finished pass it on.........
JaNe
- Friday, February 26, 1999 at 07:38:37 (PST)


i have seen you so close
and yet you are so far away







Anonymous
- Friday, February 26, 1999 at 07:37:10 (PST)


Mr.Z? Please answer me...
What kind of terrorists are they?!
Not that I long to crown myself as Lucifer's mother or anything...
But I have killed those damn Crimson Begonias in my head over and over!
Maybe I am making friends with Mr.Insane
Finding the falsehoods of God speed
Gaining an attitude of need
Where are you my friend?
Here is some advice (don't run after dancing girls, you never know what may happen)
Jane
- Thursday, February 25, 1999 at 14:49:14 (PST)


Standing in my room, crying in the rain.
I know it coming soon. I know I'll feel the pain.
These walls that seperate my heart grow stronger everyday.
Pushing out the love for you and filling it with hate.
Lost and alone I sit and ponder another evil scheme.
Break my chains, bust me loose, tear my soul.
I'll always love you from now until I am old.

Homero
- Thursday, February 25, 1999 at 10:12:14 (PST)


Calmly I life my head to the still lips above me
I kiss the face of my despised love
I take them into my mouth
and taste the sweetness of what makes you, you
oh sweet oreo cookie, how i love you
Zzoe
- Wednesday, February 24, 1999 at 14:05:24 (PST)


I long to spend a summers night with her on a beach
just as the sun is kissing the clouds good night
we would hear the waves crashing against the rocks
we would feel the soft breeze against our backs
I would whisper sweet nonthings in her ear
I would look at her she would look at me
we would kiss a kiss of passion
the kiss would seem to last forever
then we would hold each other in our arms
until the moon is high in the night sky
donald
- Wednesday, February 24, 1999 at 07:20:53 (PST)


I long to spend a summers night with her on a beach
just as the sun is kissing the clouds good night
we would hear the waves crashing against the rocks
we would feel the soft breeze against our backs
I would whisper sweet nonthings in her ear
I would look at her she would look at me
we would kiss a kiss of passion
the kiss would seem to last forever
then we would hold each other in our arms
until the moon is high in the night sky
donal
- Wednesday, February 24, 1999 at 07:20:07 (PST)


in some ways however small and secret

in some ways, however small and secret
each of us is a little mad.
everyone is lonely at the bottom, and cries to be understood
and each of us remains part stranger,
even to those who love us.

it is the weak who are cruel.
gentlenass can only be expected from the strong.
those who do not know fear are not really brave,
for courage it the capacity to confront what can be imagined.

and you can understand people better if you look at them,
no matter how old or impressive they are,
as if they are children.
for most of us never really mature, we simply grow taller.
and happines comes only when we push our hearts and brains to the farthest reaches of which we are capable.

for the purpose of life is to matter, to count,
to stand for something,
to have it makes all the difference that you live at all.
small and secret in CO
- Tuesday, February 23, 1999 at 19:31:20 (PST)


So you think my spell was not just
even though it revolved all around us
ingredients, and flavours, attracting all the lust
breaking your cosmic concentration I must

I want you in such a worst way
that I will send them out each day
in search of your wit and your way
I look forward to seeing you in may

I will take these spells to the end
Each and every nite I will need to send
Cosmic energy making its way to a friend
Making love and making music and making amends

its not a curse no not at all
listen for the energy at the pool hall
begging for forgiveness and wanting you to call
it will not be beneficial if you continue to stall

please heed the advice and do what is right
I will be waiting for you that night
to make your presence known in my sight
I want to make love and not fight.

i know that you want me too as well
I remember from before, I could just tell
the thought of not having me brought hell
Please say you'll join me, compliments of bell.





Scarlet Begonias
- Tuesday, February 23, 1999 at 19:21:17 (PST)


the night was poisoned by terror
as the dancing demons moved in
Six of them brought wishes, and one
of them was him who made her sin

they filled her mind with lots of lust
as a result, they robbed her initial thoughts
from now on, nothing would disturb her
from completing the challenge they brought

The temptation surfaced deep in her mind
helping to lead her towards the crime
they took to the skies and turned them
into a vast web of spyder lies

feelings of fear quickly came about
as the stars, moon, and colour
lost their contact, and eventually faded out
and exposing him as her brother

There he swung from the sky
silk vine, so in touch with
her reality, that everytime he saw her
she couldn't help but wonder and cry

for years had arrived and then disappeared
taking with them any hope of reunion
or a chance to bond in this lifetime
unless those demons realeased the wishes she feared.



Scarlet Begonias
- Tuesday, February 23, 1999 at 19:14:40 (PST)


Cosmic energy floating around
hardly interested in making a sound
feelings of change are here
soon you'll have to go
restlessness is doomed to appear
crossroads will happen with us
soon our energy will colide
activating six years of built up lust



















Scarlet Begonias
- Tuesday, February 23, 1999 at 19:07:43 (PST)


No sense has been made
you'll need to concentrate
on your sentence structure
or the connection will fade

The songs in which I hear
are of no real value
they cannot be associated
hopefully chane is near

gradually there is movement
music begins to fill the room
all there is left to do is to
wait for the magical scent

that is alway around
well said my friend
you've known from the start
that it could always be found

a surprise, it should not be
that magical scent is what
I first gave away as a
constant reminder of me



Scarlet Begonias
- Tuesday, February 23, 1999 at 19:04:51 (PST)


memories oh they come and
they go, however once rich in
meaning, they now have begun
to flow really slow.

it makes much more sense
now that time has elapsed
to file these existing memories
in a place that bears an end

That's right my friend...

until such time that they are gone
everything else that surrounds me
continues to suffer in the quest
of wondering whether it was wrong

I dont think I really loved you
but I cant say for sure and I cant
let our legend end and as strange
as this may seem we are siblings
intellectually connected as a team.





















Scarlet Begonias
- Tuesday, February 23, 1999 at 18:59:46 (PST)


Paranoia, psychedelic traces,
abnormality of thoughts,
square of the crates,
I was fed and brought.

Named blind,
with eyes aligned,
I say too real,
the simplicity of a deal.

Need the flow,
to surreal to grow.
Need to be,
enslaved free.

This amber shade,
lustful I crave,
desperate I seek,
upon a barren heath.

Paint me blue,
picture me blind,
a nothing-fool,
to beguile.

Malachim, hide me night,
Aralim, extrude my sight.
k@mon, mine eyes,
Jaldabaoth, my lies.
Frater Peru
- Tuesday, February 23, 1999 at 18:56:40 (PST)


what a mess is my heart this days
the heart connected to the brain
is a bad mix, an ugly thing
to the fantasia of love
my heart reminds me how i love you
have loved you and always will
my brain knocks me into the reality
in which i live
i dont know exactly where
i missed that one so significant step
it probably would have made all the diference
but again i really cant tell if it was ever
there at all to take or leave
its too late, too many pieces to pick up
where we left off loving and began...
the mostrousity we have become.
my heart wants to hold you against
my aching chest and blind my eyes to the world
and run away to never look at any witness
of our craziness in the face again.
could not stand the accusing faces
of the reality my brain is pressing
and pushing against my skull like a
friday night migrane and i so much am tempted
to ignore...
but i cant scape it...

xee
- Tuesday, February 23, 1999 at 18:09:20 (PST)


"WINTER"

wont love me outside of her mind

my love has only to ryhyme
No way was ever like you
to hold the only truth

no game left to play
I love her
she knows everything
I told her and walked away

The End
of birthday
valentines and wait

something has got to give
my heart has only break
its my love I share
I lust, live to hold you/her

the her that is mine
she denies
and lies so good it makes me proud
and kills the freedom inside
i've been there where she stands
i need her and hold her hand
a kiss she turns away
and thinks she loves yesterday
YESTERDAY
you love yesterday?
yesterday has no tomorrow

I walk I run

dont you love me goodbye?
dont I need you by my side
love is blonde if loves at all

{To Robbin Lee}
I'm nowhere now

Travis Ray Cole
- Tuesday, February 23, 1999 at 12:06:05 (PST)


I am so tired
I try so hard to see the point
I can't try anymore
I keep waiting for the day I'll be happy
I don't think I'll ever see that day
Somebody please give me something
Something I can use
Something I can...
oh what's the use?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 23, 1999 at 08:56:19 (PST)


MY DEAREST KRISTIE

Oh what love lost consumes a broken heart

How many times have I awoke with tear streaked
eyes silently reaching

Relizeing loves life captchered and held too
tightly is destine to shurly die

What slight and gentle hand dose carress
Oh welcome theif stole my heart from my breast

On deaths wings my mine has traveled anouther
nights peacless slumber shattered

Dawns soft light taunts me with loves face
smiling at my pain

Elmer D Nelson
- Monday, February 22, 1999 at 10:32:46 (PST)


I just want to write a message to maybe help someone who feels the way i used to


I loved someone very strongly once. And he loved me too.
For one year I went through my life, day by day, week by week
month by month (this was after we broke up for so many SENSIBLE resons)
Tennis practice, choir, summer, movies with friends
and blind dates.
I saw him once or twice that summer, about five months after we broke up
riding in the car with my friends I felt such strong physical reactions
I stayed up nights crying and SO SCARED that i would never get over him
that i would never find THE ONE, nevr be HELD again, or truly appreciate
someone for them. All I could do was compare every other guy to him!
December 1998 I found three other girls in different stages of what i was going thru
One of them told me that it took her THREE YEARS, but now she's with someone
that she truly loves and is so much better. If it hadn't been for her, i know it would have took
me a lot longer.
Then suddenly something HAPPENED that i can't even describe and found i was over him
Id felt like I was many times before only to find a few days later that i wasn't.
But on that one night, i knew it was true and it has been ever since, and now,
and now,
even though many other guys came during that year
and now, i am with soemone who loves ME for ME and is everything I want
and I don't regret a thing, because i learned SO MUCH!
How to share myself with a guy, how to say what i need and want
and how to truly care and listen.
So for anyone who is so lonely "it hurts to look at them"
(I think i said that about myself once on here)
IT WILL GET BETTER! It happened to me, me with all my misery
and heartache and hot tears and depressing poetry,
it finally happened. And I thak whoever or whatever is in charge
(or maybe just the pure RANDOMNESS)(who really knows) every day

I love you,
Hopeless romantic
- Sunday, February 21, 1999 at 22:26:38 (PST)


- Oscula rapere -

- IM not -
..Transparente jeg..
- intolerance of blue -
..Engle uden vinger..
- Thus -
..Tvunget af vej..
- Escaping -
..Tankeløse nætter bringer..

*

..Læber der strækkes..
- Weave -
..Øjne der glimter..
- A web -
..Tanker der trækkes..
- Of hiding -
..I comaløst flimmer..
- Striped of the world -

ZAKAI
- Sunday, February 21, 1999 at 16:24:26 (PST)


~Arcadia~


Transform´d in show, but more transform´d in mind,
I cease to strive, with double conquest foil´d:
For (woe is me) my powers all i find
With outward force and inward treason spoil´d.
For from without came mine eyes the blow
Whereto mine inward thoughts did faintly yeild;
Both these conspir´d poor reason´s overthrow;
False in my self, thus i have lost the field.
Thus are my eyes still captive to one sight;
Thus all my thoughts are slaves to one thought still;
Thus reason to his servants yeilds his right;
Thus in my power tranformed to your will.
What marvel then i take a woman´s hue,
Since what i see, think, know is all but you?

By

Sir phillip Sidney.
Mr.Z.
- Sunday, February 21, 1999 at 15:34:58 (PST)


An image shattered
words can destroy
A perfect figure
knocked off the pedastal


Lost Child
- Sunday, February 21, 1999 at 12:08:53 (PST)


In her beautiful Garden,
her evening smile.
Antony
- Sunday, February 21, 1999 at 08:59:29 (PST)


This is not a poem but more of a philosiphy:

People say that we're all seeking is a meaning for life. I don't think that's what we're really seeking. I think that what we're seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances within our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.
FNKYBASS
- Saturday, February 20, 1999 at 23:14:06 (PST)


Are you starved, Hungry Artist? Do you know the monster's hiding underneath your bed, Hungry Artist? HEAR ME ALL, HEAR ME ALL!
Are you sensitive to the influences of the full moon, Hungry Artist? Do you contemplate how your light is spent? A life spent surrendering to dark? Do you know the contours of powerful night and con-artist light inside? Maybe you are right, but would rather be left, in the arms of one who is familiar with your pretty hue of blue. Don't take it too personally. I love you, Hungry Artist.
Jane
- Saturday, February 20, 1999 at 12:30:52 (PST)


Have you ever dreamed a dream
A dream of love yet unseen

Untill a momunt when your breath
is taken a click a spark magicaly
you soul awakens

Instantly you know in a flash
with me this is my love at last

Mind racing heart pounding whay joy
what wounder can you feel it deep inside
warm feelings dances with butterflies

Can you imagin how that cloud be with me
can it be more than a waking dream
Elmer D Nelson
- Saturday, February 20, 1999 at 00:41:40 (PST)


Tough love kids make much of themselves on doorsteps,
walking my dog after midnight
i remind myself i have nothing to lose;
i rely on scar tissue, to get me through.

Pacing six hundred square feet-
hallway tilts to the left, old bookcase glass doors brass horse with his bells all the way from India
check the locks again, car alarm two a.m.
coffee and soft smoke and memories of dark cafes
Transcendence costs.

hunger artist
- Friday, February 19, 1999 at 22:23:29 (PST)


TO tell the truth, Joe

Beyond these sad eyes
there's so much more.
It's not gone,
Only lost.

Give me reason,
let me trust,
breathe me life,
and I can show you.

Diamonds and stars
reflected like water,
I can show you,
If I want to.
Glitter
- Thursday, February 18, 1999 at 11:00:05 (PST)


Beyond these sad eyes
there's so much more.
It's not gone,
Only lost.

Give me reason,
let me trust,
breathe me life,
and I can show you.

Diamonds and stars
reflected like water,
I can show you,
If I want to.
Glitter
- Thursday, February 18, 1999 at 10:59:07 (PST)


Spinning Spinning Spinning
the clock has shut down.
The wish Machine's broken,
after I wished all my wishes.

All the wishes gone,
all forty-three cents worth.
What can I do without wishes?
Glitter
- Thursday, February 18, 1999 at 10:57:01 (PST)


I trace
the lines on your face
Over
and over in my mind.

Renewed
I lose myself in you.
Revel
In this happiness I've found.

So short
This life I've to live.
So hard
the road we take it through.
Glitter
- Thursday, February 18, 1999 at 10:55:16 (PST)


My Box

Me thinks today,
at this very moment,
I've never been more alone.

My head aches.
Clocks and bells taunt me
within this box.

In these six sick walls
I am demented.
Within my box
reality is twisted.

No sound escapes.
No sound is heard.
My world becomes a vacuum

I am left
in the emptiness of space
only without stars.

In these twisted waving walls
I am tormented.
Tortured by my own thoughts.
Locked away in the box.

Glitter
- Thursday, February 18, 1999 at 10:53:18 (PST)




Will I ever be good enough
to hold you
for more than one bright moment?

Will I ever hold you for holding,
with kisses just for kiss?
Instead of emotionless motion?


Glitter
- Thursday, February 18, 1999 at 10:48:12 (PST)


Please, Don't Let Him MURDER ME!!


I remember that night
Oh so well, the pain inside.
Taken against my will
you tried to kill me.

I promised myself
long, long ago,
Never again without recourse.

Never again
they'll push inside me
Never again
will the kill my heart.

You tried, you tried,
but I was strong
I did not break my promise.

Though battered and bruised
I escaped untouched,
retaining my purity
retaining my life.

In ripped bloody chlothes
I ran from your truck,
but I will always remember.

I want you to know
for your own good
I'll find you,
And YOU WILL DIE.

Not death like I died
long ago
Of mind body and soul.

Not dead to yourself,
but dead to the world.
For your actions
you must be punished.

You took something,
It wasnt yours.
You even tried to take more.

So be you warned
I am searching,
I remember to well.
SOmeday I'll find you.


Glitter*
- Thursday, February 18, 1999 at 10:45:05 (PST)


If all these bleeding tongues
would sing a melody for me

If all these wounds were
justified, though they remain
so deep

If all these words could purify,
though they were penned untrue

If all the madness that I've felt
could be forced onto you

But nothing is going to change.
Christian R.
- Wednesday, February 17, 1999 at 21:23:55 (PST)


Patterns
-darrian-

I know she'll never hurt me
Know that she'll always be there
Know she'll support me
Know that she loves me
She is so appealing
A promise of love without loss
I fear that I need her
More than I love her
This love is so unbalanced
I pray I do not hurt her
As I have been hurt
Before
Darrian
- Wednesday, February 17, 1999 at 20:06:44 (PST)


Need
-darrian-

I hold her close
Feel the soft touch of her flesh against mine
My lover comforts me
And I wonder if we're meant to be
Nothing is she like
The one who broke my heart
Nothing is she like
The one who tore my soul apart
Yet I find myself longing
For she who pained me so
I find myself longing
Why can't I let her go?
So I weep
Darrian
- Wednesday, February 17, 1999 at 20:06:09 (PST)


I'm so slosh, slosh I forget my place
the effort you put into hating me is valient
rewarded, rewarded
you deserve it
fat, fat ass
- Wednesday, February 17, 1999 at 18:47:41 (PST)


oh gosh-oh gosh
when will he stop talking to me
his voice is making
my blood pressure raise
i want to scream
be quiet for god's sake!
my head is poundidng
so so hard
i need ibuprofen
or a valium
or something to make sleep
to shut him out...
ok-ok you are going
thank you-thank you
take your time- please take your time
dont need to come back so soon
where is the remote-
ahhh....

xee
- Tuesday, February 16, 1999 at 19:28:14 (PST)


~ Rectitudo ~

Benighted and constructed thus,
outstretched beneath the line,
within the peripheral of us.

If but a circle, where a line,
curves, non depending of time,
a constant there might be,
forever, consecrated free.

To be beyond bounds,
non-linear space,
pre-desingned tails of the count,
thus, Cusanus of the fraise.

The bitterness must be one,
for one opens for two,
never to be undone...
My god, the magnitude of you!

ZAKAI
- Tuesday, February 16, 1999 at 17:25:43 (PST)


DRINK ME AND PLAY AGAIN
Jane
- Tuesday, February 16, 1999 at 15:47:08 (PST)


Look At Me
I don't know anyone the way I thought I did.
I guess you learn things about people you love.
But throught your eyes I saw happiness, pleasure, pain
Shared with you, loved with you.
And now you just want to throw it all away.
Pretend we never happened.
Never felt strongly for each other
Fine, be that way because I can't stand you anymore anyway
I hate it when you look at me
Because it just reminds me of what you did
And how I'm still not over it or you
But just remember, what goes around always comes back around.
So what are you going to do when you are the lonely one?
I hate it when you look at me.
Because it reminds me of how you looked at me before
And it was easy for you to forget
So why can't it be for me?
I guess because I was more serious
But all is said and done
We are no more
And I guess you're glad but I'm not
Because for some reason I don't understand
I still care.
I really don't know why
Isn't it funny how the mind works?
But I'll always remember the day you said it was over.
When you were holding someone else's hand.
And I still hate it when you look at me.

Someone's Lost Little Girl
- Tuesday, February 16, 1999 at 12:18:20 (PST)


its not your falut i must relize but to tell me the truth is impossiable for you,when we ended we both tried to move on having one meaningless relationship after the other, yet evertime we are near we see only each other and then you were so close, you were here at my house with me, but i played it wrong, you felt i had found another yet i had not so you disapeard in to the shadows without a trace and i search franticly yet you are gone and i wish to live no longer my soul disappaerd when you did come back to me i can not live without you,you are my one true love.
Summer
- Monday, February 15, 1999 at 12:55:42 (PST)


I just want to say my Valenitne's Dream finally came true and freedom is all i have
The GOOD kind, that is !!!
I am so happy, so content., the only person like that who
ever comes here
but I USED to feel lost, hurt, and knew that no one
understood or wanted to
BUT NOW Ive found soemone who cares, who loves me for me
No one will ever knwo any more about the last year than they
already do.
Oh well.
"Why grope amoung the dry bones fo the past?"-- Emerson
Hopeless romantic
- Sunday, February 14, 1999 at 21:45:44 (PST)


I wanted to tell you I want you
I dream you
I ache for you
I can almost feel you-
If I close my eyes...
I thirst for you
I need you
I can almost taste you-
If I close my eyes
I wanted to tell you I want you
to fill me up
with every esence of you
to calm my skin
with taunting kisses off your lips
to embrace my body
with the blanket of your flesh
and take me away



xiarah
- Sunday, February 14, 1999 at 18:34:34 (PST)


mingle with her glossy mouth and run my fingers across the most untainted and heavenly flesh. obscure delicaies, feasting will I be. I am longing for it. This is what desire does to a person. everything about her is a constant replay in my mind. She is my favorite TV screen, and I watch her in my prime.

Jane
- Sunday, February 14, 1999 at 17:12:53 (PST)


I can feel my insides burning
and inspiration subside
I can say I wish to love
maybe like desire

Pretend
- Sunday, February 14, 1999 at 16:00:31 (PST)


Love Is...

By NiGhT-WoLF
Dedicated to Andrew and Michael

Red...the color of love,
Red is death; It kills us
inside like a disease.

It’s a pointless emotion
That never does any good because
It never lasts...I will
Never find love because
I am too afraid to look.

Others will try to find
Me love, but they ill fail.
I have given up on finding
Love before it ever had
A chance to find me.

When I think I have
Found love, I discover
I have been deceived.
I am tired of being deceived by
The cosmic joker of love;
I have given up.

I will never be sure of
Whether I ever could
Find love, but I am sure
Of this...

It destroys me...killing
Me while hurting others.

It makes people do things
That we consider wrong.
They rationalize what
They did by calling it
A passionate act of love.

I’ll say this about love...
I will kill myself before
I let it kill me.

NiGhTWoLF
- Friday, February 12, 1999 at 14:46:44 (PST)


Life is a never-ending battle that we cannot win,
because from the moment we are born we are one moment closer to the day that we die.
It's pointless.
NiGhTWoLF
- Thursday, February 11, 1999 at 20:15:08 (PST)


Broke, busted, disgusted, websites can't be trusted...
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 10, 1999 at 15:09:05 (PST)


i curse myself so to curse you
i needed nurturing
you gave me abuse
i needed love
you couldn't love
i am your pain
you gave all you had
hate passed on to me
so i could hate you back
TheSadSlacker
- Wednesday, February 10, 1999 at 03:25:47 (PST)


White chocolate supremacists think their glasses are half-empty. What a plausible theory! Too bad we can't revise our thinking. We are never free.
Conspiracy is a common pattern, you know. Those conservative lobsters with their sappy colored flag. Greedy, pale-faced ponyboys surfing through a worm hole to Never Never land. Just a sprinkle of fairy dust and they're off flying with their toes pointed so delicately headed strait for the flames. Half full you say?
My beloved says, "Lies have made the empire rich." no more flying, no more happy thoughts. My glass is half empty!!
Jane
- Tuesday, February 09, 1999 at 13:41:49 (PST)


Oh Supernatural Angel...I am merely the peanutbutter stuck in your mouth!
I declare that you are mine. Fix me quick, I need a quick fix
Warm and tender is your bite
I really like those festive colored lights
Hides alike we have
And I declare that I am addicted
Deep in my phantom's tongue like desire
odd and obscure and dark shaded valleys
too late to renovate
I built the fire
Jane
- Tuesday, February 09, 1999 at 13:32:24 (PST)


i want whats best for you and me
and in return i must banish the negativity
which has been here for quite some time
you know those silly witches playin in my mind

the book of poetry is how i am drawn in
using the words to make them rhyme
turning my fantascies into their respective crimes
hoping i will have given up for them to claim their win

but then there's you the one i truly love
who has been a part of my daily life
watching, loving, and accepting most every night
while i stray off into the arms of the occult
searching for his answers and no its not your fault.

it was a beautiful summer day on the 26th of June
the year is not available but there was a full moon
there they were maken' music and gaining a new friend but then 2 months later it came to an end.

she had not yet matured for what he had in store
they tried for ahile but then knew it could be no more
all she had were memories including a video camera and lying on the floor with memories to make her sore

his majic was simple but yet never understood
and as the years went bi, so did she fore the spell
he had casted so long ago condemned her to
an institution where she would exist in phreaks hell.

although this was good, she only saw it as bad
making her life miserable was what made him glad
her maturity was flourishing inside these grey walls
and her memories they haunted her with the people in the halls.

Someday she will mature and the spell will go away
and if that were to happen he wrestles her from D---
the only other alternative is to banish what u begun
please burn the incense that he gave you for fun.

666+777=888
- Tuesday, February 09, 1999 at 13:18:20 (PST)


Suicide

Dark, dreary, ever-cold night;
Bring new life to me, for I have
died inside.

My mind is black...full of darkness.
A gash, just a slit at first....
A ribbon of red

Seeping through...pouring out.
Red, the color of love....
But love is what I hate-
Red is hate....red is what kills me.

I have come to live again,
To start anew, in a world that
will love me more, in a way that
no one else ever could, or would.

Don't say I didn't try....
I strived for it...and the more I
wanted it...the more red I saw...

It falls to the floor like rain...
Falling, falling to the cold floor.
Rain is my salvation....a good
storm soothes me....
The harder the rain falls, the
calmer I feel inside....
Fresh; anew....
Death is not red for me,
And it is not black either.
It's not any color you will ever see.
It's a feeling....taking
you higher, and higher....
until you feel complete again.

And the rain stops.




~Rose~
- Monday, February 08, 1999 at 15:59:18 (PST)


~Nightmare~

Dark as the darkest night...
The cries rang out,
The chills ran down,
Fear ran through and through;
What demons started this attack?

Cold like death:
Pain envelopes the insides,
Actuallization pours through,
Veins surge with anger,
The heart beats with regret;
of what will no longer be.

Brightest light:
Seeks forth, drawing you near,
Till the two ends meet as one,
Combining forces-
Passing on, against your soul.


~Rose~
- Monday, February 08, 1999 at 15:33:05 (PST)


You are like my sheets
That I love to crawl into
That I like to wrap over me
And feel the comfort of.









Anonymous
- Monday, February 08, 1999 at 12:52:42 (PST)


Have you ever dreamed a dream , a dream of love
yet unseen

Untill a momunt when your breath is taken
a click a spark , magicaly your soul awakens

Instantly you know in a flash , with me this is
my love at last

Moving body and soul in a new direction deep with
in you feel loves penitration

Mind racing heart pounding , what joy , what wonder
below me primal urges begin to shutter ..... Climaxing

Looking back at a time yet to come seeing the begining
of loves lifes breath ever lasting

Can you imagin how that could be with me can it be
more than a waking dream
Elmo
- Monday, February 08, 1999 at 02:54:27 (PST)


For my dearest Todd...

Love is a special thing
You know it's out there
Somewhere
You search your whole life
For the one you see in your dreams
You gaze at an image in your sleep
And hope to one day be united
With this flawless perception of love
Until I found you,
I wasn't sure I trusted this vision
You have changed that
I know now that there is that special someone
For each of us
You are my heart
My fantasy
My passion
My strength
My complete soul
You satisfy the emptiness which lies waiting
For this eternal happiness
We are permanently binded
By our devotion to each other
I will love you always
Kelly
- Sunday, February 07, 1999 at 09:58:33 (PST)


*
***
*****
*********
Dreams by flare,
Occamistic nightmare,
the circumference of the iris,
so drips from the beard of Osiris.

The effect,
of neglect.

The sedated angels, unstrained,
ramblings of an angelic bane,
euphoria of the sadness,
upon, madness.
*********
*****
***
*
ZAKAI
- Saturday, February 06, 1999 at 19:40:54 (PST)



I've been lost before...but this time its different.
I'm alone in a world filled with...an ora of confusion, self preservation, dishonesty,miseducation, mis directed , unforgiving .... i'm lost
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 06, 1999 at 17:09:29 (PST)


Welcome to the new Pandora's Box
Craig
- Saturday, February 06, 1999 at 14:10:15 (PST)


Pruned poems prior to 2-6-99 to lower load time :-)
 
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