Author  : WILBERT <11878>
Subject : does this suck?
Written : 10/15/95.12:11am

some people think i am crazy
but noones whos to blame
all i know are the scars shes left
i cant quite recall her name
they locked me up behind some bars
the evil deed ive done
but now im taken from this earth
forever i am shunned
i feel betrayed
betrayed be my society
betrayed
they dont feel the anxiety
betrayed
the things i left behind of me
betrayed
i need a frontal lobotomy
betrayed
noone cares  what has she done?
the jury just blamed me
sentenced her unto this chair
without a sight to see
the agony that she has caused
ill never quite be free
so i brought her down
i senteced her
the killer here is me


Author  : WILBERT <11878>
Subject : i love this stuff
Written : 10/15/95.12:23am

THE HOUSE ON 123rd STREET

near sunset
the birds will sing
trees grow tall by that horrible thing
that house
that evil little house by the side of the road
the house
children curl in fear
of the road with the house
he'll shoot shoot shoot you
in his house
he'll rip your flesh
devour your soul
kill you dead
in the house

dont go in
you wont come out
dont go in
youll live in sin
dont go in
if you do dont pout
cause youll die
die a horrible death
die
 
the beast is out there
in that house
enormous evil
in the house
pain pain pain
rain rain rain
hell cut you up
hell feel no shame
because hes
insane insane insane insane
INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Author  : WILBERT <11878>
Subject : all that jazz
Written : 10/15/95.12:16am

leaves have fallen
the sky it seems
winters here
the shadowy stream
he never wanted to leave
the endless gleem
friends he left behind
at the shadowy stream
yes, its time to leave
but the stream still flows
but he'll be back
and that river knows

where will he be
where will he be free?
still by his river
still by his sea

time wonders where hes going
nothing can quite tell
he'll go where he feels to go
walking in the winter rain
where the leaves have fallen
and fields grow
but his fates at the stream
at the shadowy flowing stream
only can be happy
dancing at his stream


Author  : Major Tom <66350>
Category: Late night fantasy <35>
Subject : "Lamentation"
Written : 10/20/95.02:56pm

Tonight she is alone
  just like she knew she would be.
One more day has passed
  and she still has never loved.
Tonight she watches the stars,
  wishing she could leave this place.
She curses herself for her fate.
She curses herself for being different.
Never knowing the feeling of being loved
      dreaming of the feeling of being held
                 being kissed
      wondering if she will ever love.
Tonight she walked home along the streets
  wanting to hide herself from their eyes
  ignoring the sight of lovers passing by.
She walked alone with her head to the ground
  feeling their unfeeling eyes on her.
The streets of the city are cold and dark
  filled with unfeeling eyes.
Tonight she escapes and stares at the sky
  watching the stars until they are blurred by her tears.
Tonight she cries herself to sleep
  while the unfeeling eyes vacate the streets.
            ---GAB

   This is my first post on here. Lemme know what you think of it. I
thought this up a few months ago...it has a hidden SF flavor to it.


"One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever comes to
sit by it. Passersby see only a wisp of smoke rising from the chimney and
continue on their way."  ---Vincent Van Gogh


Author  : Jeffrey Thacker
Subject : Stuff and Fluff: "Fear of Food"
Written : 02/08/95.01:38pm

  The MadBib wrote:

    "Fear of Food"

  Blood, to me, is a horrible sight,
  What in the pits of Hell should I do,
  For I am a Creature of the Night.

  When I see fresh blood, it makes me ill,
  I get weak, I get quesy, and then I faint,
  I can do nothing...I don't have the will.

  I'm so hungry because I can't feed,
  I'm starting to lose my control,
  That sickening red fluid is what I need.

  Suddenly, a brilliant thought hits me,
  What if I were to close my eyes!
  Then the deep-red fluid, I wouldn't see!

  I look for a victim and grab one,
  And I quickly take him away,
  I do not have time to have any fun.

  I need to get some blood with haste,
  So I close my eyes, bite the neck,
  And relish the coppery taste.

(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
  jthacke@mailhost.tcs.tulane.edu


Author  : Jareth the Goblin King... Poetry is <17547>
Category: Blues and Greens of Life <5>
Subject : -= The Gem =-
Written : 10/23/95.08:24pm

-= The Gem =-

      A diamond is so beautiful ... yet it's cut can be deep
the gem shines like the heavens ... yet its a chunk of ice I see
          It can mean a promise ... but worse things can be found in hell
           it can mean eternity ... so long as your soul is for sale

Oh beautifully cut gem that I see...
  You cost so much, yet mean little to me...
Oh grand rock that seems akin to ice...
  Yet some feelings are never as nice...

x Jareth the Goblin King


Author  : -= Heart & Soul =- <9398>
Category: Nightmare <37>
Subject : STONE temple PILOTS
Written : 10/24/95.07:32pm

...And to you,
dead and bloated
natiion of
sleepwalkers, so
content to drown in
your own rancid
apathy that your
own minds and the
minds of your
children are being
bought ond sold on
the auction block by
swarthy old hogs -
oh, set a place for
the auctioneer, he'll
be comming to dinner
tonight. No need to
bother, honey, he'll
be comming live via
satellite direct,
right through our
brand new
motherfuckin'
super-mega-screen
Home Monitor
System...

"CORE"


Author  : Pallas Athena <16594>
Subject : The Wolves
Written : 10/31/95.06:45am

The wolves,
The wolves are howling;
Howling at the door.
See them?
Pawing, growling, prowling
At the door.
Coming forth,
Coming nearer;
Always hungry,
Always seeking
What they want.
The wolves,
The wolves are howling;
Howling at the door.
See them?
Pawing, growling, prowling
At the door.
Coming forth,
Coming nearer;
Devouring what comes near.
Never satisified,
The taste of flesh
Is in the air.
The wolves,
The wolves are howling;
Howling at the door
Sounding like the wind.

Happy Halloween Everyone from me.


Author  : MICKEY <129405>
Subject : i luv you!
Written : 11/01/95.08:20pm

Dreams are your wishes,
they tell your hearts true desires.
I dream of loving you,
till the day die.
But I will love you,
much longer than that.
I will love you forever,
longer than you will ever know.
My love for you is true.

I dream of you loving me too.
Now my dream is becoming reality,
I face reality,
as it looks me in the eye.
I look back,
I won't turn away from it.
For you see,
my dream has come true.

I am happier than i have ever been,
for you bring me a joy,
I have never experienced before.

Is this a dream.
I don't think so,
but if it is I hope I never wake up.

Now I dream some more


Author  : Timothy M Pirkey <12539>
Category: Day dream <36>
Subject : clouds
Written : 11/01/95.08:47am

        Clouds in the sky
        cause clouds in
        my mind.

        Clouds without rain
        should not cause pain
        but for some strange
        reason, I feel as if
        I've been hit
        by a train.

        When the snow melts
        and the solitude's
        gone, i simply hope
        my legacy lives on.

        Legacy of what? one
        might ask, but for
        this, I have no
        answer.

        The thoughts of you
        chew at my mind
        like cancer.


                At Peace

I listen to the sounds
I can't fall asleep,
he lies there whether
he is asleep or not
I know not,
Neither do I care,
he lies there so peaceful,
yet I know he's not at peace.
So comphy, cozy there
but with that same
emotionless, blank look on his face
his feelings follow him into
his sleep.
Never really at peace is he
No he's not, but someday
he will, but no time soon.

        April Valliere
        October 10, 1995


                Friends

friends should remain as friends
some things were never ment to be
friendships are special
and sometimes feelings change
and it hurts the relationship
so if you are a friend stay...
STAY a friend.
friendship can last forever
love doesn't always, yet
love is always there
but it is constantly changing
the only way to spend time with someone
is to be their friend
their best friend
cause best friends are forever.

            April Valliere
            September 26, 1995


                Control

take worry a little at a time
but not too much at a time
it will control you
this control will be hard...
hard to break free from
don't loose control of the situation
or you will loose control of...
of your mind.
don't allow it to take over.

worring is only good in small amounts
limit what you worry about.
something just arent worth it.
not worth loosing the control...
control of your emotions.
once you loose that
you have lost control of the most...
most important part of yourself...
your life.

            April Valliere
            September 26, 1995


                What I Love

I love you, who you are,
your personality,
the funny things you do,
the way you make me feel,
the way you treat me,
your respect for me,
the time we spend together,
the hours we talk,
the mystery that you are to me.
The way you think,
the child in you,
the anger in you,
the way you write,
how you try notto express,
too much emotion, but I can see it.
the crazy riddles you use.
the way you make me think,
about the damndest things.

I love what you are:
    your face,
    your smile,
    your voicesess, yes voicesess.
    your small hands,
    your fragil looking body,
    your facial expressions,
    your weird looks, you give me
    and most of all your eyes, yes
    Tony I love your eyes the most.


            April Valliere
            September 27, 1995


                Those Eyes

Those eyes are constantly changing,
always the same
but yet very different.
Full of feeling & hidden meaning,
they seem hard to explain.
To read those eyes, it's easy
Don't look deep into them,
'cause you will get lossed,
the answer lies on the surface.
See the reflection,
look into it & you will know...
Know the answer to your questions,
that you have been asking,
about those Eyes.

            April Valliere
            September 27, 1995


                The Touch

As I lie there,
feeling your soft skin,
as you lie there next to me.
I feel your hands
as they caress my breasts.
So soft & smooth,
is your gentle touch sweet thoghts run through my head,
Then you kiss my lips,
I taste the saltiness on them.
Thoughts of exstacy runt hrough my mind.
You begin to kiss my neck and then...
then my chest.
As you please me,
I wonder how I might please you.
Then as you touch my thighs,
I then know that...
the most important feeling are:
When your body is next to mine
and mine next to yours.



Written By:  April Valliere
Date:  September 27, 1995


Author  : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: Short Shameful Confession <4>
Subject : Pale Moonlight
Written : 11/05/95.02:23pm

        Make love to me under the pale moonlight
                 Sweetly kissing under the stary skies
                   Soft caresses in the new mown hay
                   Gentle touches under cloudy skies.

                Make love to me under the pale moonlight
                         And I will give to thee
                              All my heart
                               All my soul
                                All of me
                   Reaching deeply into thy inter-self
                       Searching for the real you.

        Make love to me under the pale moonlight
           Let us become of mind mind and body
             Never to part in anger
            Forever bonded together in love.


Author  : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: Crazy places your hormones take you <12>
Subject : Feelings
Written : 11/05/95.02:43pm

What do  you feel when your're laying in the dark,
    And thoughts of the one you love crosses your mind,
But, they're not near?
    Do you call to them?

What do you feel when you're laying in the dark,
    And you long to hold the one you love,
But, they're not near?
    So you reach for them?

What do you feel when you're laying in the dark,
    And all around you hear the voice of the one you love
But, they're not near?
    So you search for them?

Do you turn at the sound of their name?
    Do you ache when you hear certain songs?
Do sights and sounds remind you of them?
    Do certain smells excite you,
Because they remind you of your Love?

Do you see your Love near?
    Do you hear their heartbeat?
Do you feel their touch?
    Do you smell their cologne?
Do you taste their kisses?

I just wanted to know
    Because:
I do call out to my Love.
    I do reach and search for my Love.

When I hear their name, my head does turn.
    I ache so bad at certain songs, that I cry.
Every sight and sound reminds me of my Love
    And certain smells drive me crazy.

I see my Love where I ever I look,
    I hear his heartbeat as if he's here.
I feel his touch, I  get goosebumps.
    I smell his colonge everywhere.
I taste his kisses, oh so warm.

My Love is you.


Author  : Aqualung <76766>
Category: Humor <5>
Subject : ----
Written : 11/06/95.12:16pm

Well ... here's my first blow ...
  
  
          *Aqualung*
  
   Sitting on a park bench --
  
   Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
  
   Snot running down his nose --
  
   Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
  
   Drying in the cold sun --
  
   Watching as the frilly panties run.
  
   Feeling like a dead duck --
  
   Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

     _________________________________________________________________
     
  
   Sun streaking cold --
  
   An old man wandering lonely.
  
   Taking time
  
   The only way he knows.
  
   Leg hurting bad,
  
   As he bends to pick a dog-end --
  
   He goes down to the bog
  
   And warms his feet.

     _________________________________________________________________
     
  
   Feeling alone --
  
   The army's up the rode
  
   Salvation a la mode and
  
   A cup of tea.

     _________________________________________________________________
  
     
   Aqualung my friend --
  
   Don't start away uneasy
  
   You poor old sot, you see, it's only me.

     _________________________________________________________________
     
  
   Do you still remember
  
   December's foggy freeze --
  
   When the ice that
  
   clings on to your beard is
  
   screaming agony.
  
   And you snatch your rattling last breaths
  
   with deep-sea-diver sounds,
  
   and the flowers bloom like
  
   madness in the spring.


(by Jethro Tull)


Author  : Taz <81250>
Category: That was other kids or something <14>
Subject : Poetry? Ack....
Written : 10/23/95.11:48am

Ode to Smell

I was in the park,
Having some lunch.
I saw Ms. Clark,
I had a hunch.
I went to her side,
And blew in her ear.
She said with pride,
"Come with me my dear."
I didn't hesitate at all,
Or even second guess.
I made the call,
Had my hand down her dress.
She muttered,"Oh my!"
In a startling moan.
Blue was the sky,
Wanted to make her groan.
We got to her pad,
It was very nice.
She said,"Come lad..."
"Don't forget the ice."
We went to her room,
The bed large as life.
She slammed the door, BOOM!
She had a big knife.
"I'm into the pain,"
"That sex can bring."
"Bring me that cane,"
"I'll teach you some things."
She had her hair dyed,
I could tell really quick.
She spread her legs wide,
I felt really sick.
The smell was so bad,
Plants withered and died.
I felt really sad,
I just about cried.
I heard an odd sound,
It came from the hall.
A voice spoke, and shook the ground,
I then realized that she wasn't a Ms. at all.
I threw on my clothes,
Just as fast as can be.
Hurt was my nose,
From the smell of she.
I ran to the window,
Jumped out and ran.
It kinda blows,
That she had a man.
She had smelled of fish,
This was bad as can be.
She had a smelly dish,
And can no longer swim in the sea.

        -Taz......sorta.


Author  : Taz <81250>
Category: BoX <14>
Subject : a kfjskdj ks
Written : 11/06/95.05:00pm

    Thanks to all who loved my poetry. I appreciated it. By the way,
I'm really sorry I missed most of the party. It was unfortunate really. I
was under that drug known as sleep deprivation. It's very bad. No sleep
that is. Anyways....As my first entry in the new forum, I'll write a
poem..............


            PartyPartyParty

    It was 8:00 and all was fine.
    We had the beer, we had the wine.
    I scurried here, I hurried there.
    I don't think I was wearing underwear.
    I saw the usual bunch, just hanging out.
    I needed sleep, I couldn't do without.
    My brother was trashed, so was I.
    I needed a bed, I wanted to cry.
    I saw Mrs. Clark from poem number two.
    She didn't smell so bad, she smelled of shampoo.
    I needed more beer, but couldn't quite make it.
    I pretended to throw up, I tried to fake it.
    It got people sick, and queasy as hell.
    All of a sudden I heard the doorbell.
    It was more people, wanting to party.
    I saw lots of people, like Gibil and Marty.
    I'm sorry I missed all you wonderful friends.
    I had to go to work by seven a.m.


            -Taz


Author  : Jello Biafra
Category: Poetry <13>
Subject : Read me or Bite me...
Written : 11/08/95.09:18am

Here are a few poems that I wrote while I was "vacationing" in Somalia.
Don't like 'em?  Don't care... *hehehe*  Just wanted to share them.

Nowhere is a place.
I know, I've been there.
I have tasted the dust as it rose to choke me.
I have heard the desperate cries of children as I passed by.
I have smelled the fires that burn I know not what.
I have seen the bones and rotting corpses of unknown beasts.
I have felt the fear that rises up when I think of what the future holds.
Nowhere is a place...
I know, I've been there.

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

This one is about the military in general...


A prison without walls,
With wardens of gold and silver.
Good men weighed down by anchors
Of false pride.
Always ready to kill as
A release of agression.
Why?

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

There.  I said it.  Criticism will be read and possibly considered... hehehe

Thank you for my first experience on this forum... I feel so damn special.

...or whatever...

Later!
Jello B.


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Author  : MSTEVENS
Category: Poetry <13>
Subject : Haven
Written : 11/11/95.01:29pm

I shouldn't, but I will. It's old.
 
Enter this oracle did I,
 stained of shadow to come, alive before,
 In rancid degree of waist walked I,
 Of charted flesh and bartered souls,
 The tempted devoured of scrupolous dowries,
 Through the stench of sin-worn floors,
 Tast of lust, moral death, tast of orgasm,
 Did I drink of the most
In hiding of the dawn, her hostile touch,
 Let darkness hug and tongue the sinners more,
 For her sex invites the erection stronger,
 Urging the core of beast to thirst,
 Waking the foul which thrust ever forth,
I step past halls of bodies lain,
 Still wearing their passion over torn tendrils of winter,
 Her oriface hollow, his demon ruptured,
 Together they writhe deeper towards pleasure
 Frenzied desire thrashes the temples,
 Laying pain to sour the aching gentitals,
 The crash, thrash, and cut at one another,
 Lust too crazed to mourn their tortures,
 The produce, not sperm, but orchids of blood,
On further the labrynth of haunts echoes,
 This shouting of dreams fallen yet speckled,
 After I follow the promised heavens,
 My own lover warm anticipating the hells,
Strangled by a patch of softening earth,
 I am swallowed, clutched down or up, purloined from the morrow,
 Tentacled of warped gentiled latched
 Sweeping through grime and sewage brewed tart,
 I released my struggles to ease their efforts,
 Til' delivered unto the pit,
 Where lost souls feed the heart,
Fire stewed my accompnaying feast,
 Their voices rose chorus, melodic but asudner,
 I spirirted a rhyme written by all,
 A shout of learning: flesh does crawl,
Crucifix bruised and swollen I viewed in haiste
 It's mother had birthed it a breech,
 Artisitic lapel of blood swam down,
 Bathing the crooked, wheated ring,
 Surely once the grace of the brow of Christ,
 Down his shoul tossed thought never to rise,
 I saw no evidence of his voyage here,
 Only the rot of renegade respectables,
To this I must acclaim,
 Sheer numbers they knew,
 For thousands in tides swirled under and over,
 Groped to all, ulous movement,
 Huddled in urine foul with age,
Cramping, tightening, contractions and pumps
 Moans of desire timed in swirl of sex,
 Showers of salt primed their backs,
 Along with roaches and rodents grown dead,
 Hands reaching, longing, longer their reach,
 Scratching and crawling over mates,
 Who worked in dozens, or pairs, or oft alone,
 Still thriving to settle nauseous itches at bay,
 Yet spent they were, hungry they remain,
Crippled in union, I too was took,
 Abundance of cravings previously revoked,
 Dining I ate, all race, all creed,
 All roaches near tongue found death unafraid,
 Lashings of saliva sprayed home and drooled,
 Oozing between us with semen sculptured in flight,
In orgasmic convulsions we plundered whomever,
 Lay over or under with lusturous grins,
 Twas feast and famon contorting the sword,
 I soared my sword through anxious host,
 Then bestowed myself for others to gauge,
 Turn after turn, I bled and teared,
 Still able to coax my sex to writhe,
Past and beyond, long before,
 Recieving the waves open, I endure
 No sorrow blocks my pillage of greed,
 No hate nor fear polishes an end,
To my rampaging lovers, all foes, yet food,
 I eat well but nourish no strength,
 Other than to quench the reddened ache,
Oh, how I hunger some rest,
 Lest a pillow of roses to bed,
 Gentle mirages to sturdy the mind,
 Half twinged with fate,
 Half still to find.
    

"Haven for the Hungry" March 1991.

===========================...Romance is Timeless...=======================
*                         Glendale Community College                      *
*      Ulrick De Mey                          ( 9398@ef.gc.maricopa.edu ) *
* Love is Endless                        ( 2wsa026@gc.maricopa.edu )      *
*                                                                         *
*                 "Timeless"                  *
*                                      *
*                Forever in your heart,              *
*               And always in your eyes.                       *
*                   Can you see me?                            *
*                                      *
*                                On the land,                             *
*                             Across the ocean,                           *
*                             Through the air.                       *
*                             Can you hear me?                            *
*                                      *
*                       Timeless thought,                        *
*                      Forever more,                         *
*                             Like a ringing phone,                         *
*                        The Vibrations fill the air,               *
*                Like in a Thunderdome.                        *
*                             Can you feel me?                            *
*                                      *
*                I will always be there,              *
*                  Timeless and true,              *
*               I will always be there,              *
*                 Each minute with you.              *
*                                      *
*               By: Alrick Antoine De Mey.              *
*                January.16,1995                  *
*                                      *   
==========================...Romance is Timeless...========================

To      : Alisha Ann Smiljanic-Haines <99761>
To      : Richard William Huffman <97886>
To (*)  : Ulrick Antoine Demey <9398>
To      : Kimberly Redmond Herrera <92928>
To      : Sheri Ellen Zappier <92749>
To      : Judith Martinez <8564>
To (*)  : Thomas Andrew Bates <780>
To      : Samantha Ann Sauer <67481>
To      : James Richard Hamilton III <66770>
To      : Brian Allen Moody <65852>
To      : Brian Eric Nogle <65567>
To      : Auther Lee Maldonado <5667>
To      : Scott A Brazier <55047>
To      : S Leticia Lopez <48784>
To      : Shannon Lee Heitholt <4863>
To (*)  : Tammy Ann Zappier <45428>
To      : Beth Mikal Kruizenga <41543>
To      : Jeffrey A Freed <3379>
To      : Jennifer Christine Boggs <27378>
To      : Michelle Leann Swett <266>
To      : Pamala Jean Owens <2616>
To      : Leesa Marie Johnson <2362>
To      : Marian Zivan <19455>
To      : Jennifer Anne Cox <18904>
To      : Dennis Topel <185>
To      : Sindoor M Bhakta <16929>
To      : Erin L Erikson <16556>
To      : Kristel E Drechsler <14825>
To      : David Medrano <14822>
To      : Tom Sokota <129524>
To      : April Melanie Valliere <129405>
To (*)  : Jessica Love Berry <125520>
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To      : Manuel Quiroz <113441>
To      : Cara Alcantar <112>
To      : Deborah Elesa Miner <112729>

===========================...Romance is Timeless...=======================
*                         Glendale Community College                      *
*      Ulrick De Mey                          ( 9398@ef.gc.maricopa.edu ) *
* Love is Endless                        ( 2wsa026@gc.maricopa.edu )      *
*                                                                         *
*                 "Timeless"                  *
*                                      *
*                Forever in your heart,              *
*               And always in your eyes.                       *
*                   Can you see me?                            *
*                                      *
*                                On the land,                             *
*                             Across the ocean,                           *
*                             Through the air.                       *
*                             Can you hear me?                            *
*                                      *
*                       Timeless thought,                        *
*                      Forever more,                         *
*                             Like a ringing phone,                         *
*                        The Vibrations fill the air,               *
*                Like in a Thunderdome.                        *
*                             Can you feel me?                            *
*                                      *
*                I will always be there,              *
*                  Timeless and true,              *
*               I will always be there,              *
*                 Each minute with you.              *
*                                      *
*               By: Alrick Antoine De Mey.              *
*                January.16,1995                  *
*                                      *   
==========================...Romance is Timeless...========================

To want nothing
and to be nothing
is the ultimate state of being
for in nothingness
one has no being
and by being nothing
one is void
of all materiality
strip away
all possessions
and belongings
because they
are an illusion
those that are caught up
in the material reality
will have great
difficulty in the year 2020
for only the realm of the virtual
can immitate the inmaterial realm
for in that day
linear regressions
will be obsolete
in the divine realm
of the imagination
that shall go beyond
the confinement of space and time.

(please send this back to me so I may print this out)


written by the grand premeire, U.E.C.

THE END IS NEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Author  : Pamela K Skiles <16594@EF.GC.MARICOPA.EDU>
Subject : The Toy and the Boy
Written : 11/12/95.08:25pm

                        If given the time
                    I could make this rhyme.

                         In days of old
                       This tale unfolds,
                          About a toy
                        Who needed a boy.

                      She wanted to stroke
                            This boy
                       Of whom she spoke.

                       So she stayed and
                          She prayed
                         Until on day
                        Out of the hay,
                          To this toy
                           Came a boy
                         Of her dreams
                      Who made her steam.

Pam Skiles                              Though I walk in this world
16594@ef.gc.maricopa.edu                 My eyes are opened to learn
Glendale Community College                Of love and life for one,
Glendale, Arizona                          And peace and joy the others.
                         I pray thee to help me learn of these.


Author  : Pamela K Skiles <16594@EF.GC.MARICOPA.EDU>
Subject : Love Is:
Written : 11/12/95.08:21pm

Love is like:                                   Love can make you:
A butterfly                                     Happy,
It flits from here to there                     Like a happy ending
But never lights near by.                       To a sad movie.

Love is like a snowflake:                       Love can make you:
So tender                                       Laugh,
It falls so gently                              Like a clown
Then melts into nothing.                        In a circus.

Love is like a dream:                           Love can make you:
Comes softly in the night                       Excited,
Steals into your mind                           Like winning
But never comes true.                           A million dollars.

Love is like an earthquake:                     Love can make:
It moves you                                    Sad,
Shakes you                                      Like a very
Its dangerous thing to be in.                   Sad movie.

Love is like a new moon:                        Love can make you:
It's dark and mysrerious                        Cry,
You know it's out there                         Like hitting your hand
But it's hard to find.                          With a hammer.

Love is like Christmas:                         Love can make you:
Brings you joy,                                 Depressed,
Happiness, and peace.                           Like being all alone
But it's never around long                      Even with someone.
     Enough.


                             Love is many things
                                 Some good,
                                  Some bad,
                               But never, never
                                     Mine.

Pam Skiles                              Though I walk in this world
16594@ef.gc.maricopa.edu                 My eyes are opened to learn
Glendale Community College                Of love and life for one,
Glendale, Arizona                          And peace and joy the others.
                         I pray thee to help me learn of these.


Author  : Simon Davis
Subject : Re: The Knight
Written : 11/13/95.09:19am

> In days of old
> When knights were bold
> And rubbers weren't invented
> They'd tie a sock
> Around their cock
> And babies were prevented.
>
> dave

Ha ha ha ha ha !!!!  that's a good one !!


Simon

Author  : Jareth the Goblin King: Hoppin MAD! <17547>
Category: The voice of destruction <2>
Subject : The black hole...
Written : 11/13/95.03:10pm

-= Black hole =-

a light that shines out...
 brilliant and beautiful...
lights that sparkle about...
 merrily and faithful...

lights that twinkle...
 waiting to fade and die...
lights can be fickle...
 as they vanish from the eye...

becoming a black soul...
 becoming a silent cry...
taking an evil toll...
 tortured and cannot die...

lashing out at all around...
 pulling them in fast...
ceasing all sound...
 trying to destroy them to the last...

oh black hole and heavy heart...
 this I ask at last...
what has torn you apart...
 what is the pull that is your past...

x Jareth

Author  : Pamela K Skiles <16594@EF.GC.MARICOPA.EDU>
Subject : the dream
Written : 11/14/95.06:08pm

I had a dream once upon a time
But that dream is gone never
To be found again.

I dreamed of love and
Happiness unending
But that dream is
As dead as my heart.

I dreamed of tenderness
Of smiles ever morn
But along the way
The dream did leave.

Of paying bills
Worring over nothing
For things are shared by both
But tis no more that dream

I had a dream once
Oh so long ago
But it died
Why can't I?

Pam Skiles                              Though I walk in this world
16594@ef.gc.maricopa.edu                 My eyes are opened to learn
Glendale Community College                Of love and life for one,
Glendale, Arizona                          And peace and joy the others.
                         I pray thee to help me learn of these.

Author  : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: Top Ramen <86>
Subject : Friends
Written : 11/13/95.03:50pm

A friend is someone who is there when you need to talk.
    When you need to cry, they're always there.
They'll pick you up when you're sad and never put you down.
    They're sad when you are sad.
A friend will be there when he or she is asked.

A friend is some who is there when you need to laugh.
    When you want a hug, they're always near.
They'll put their arms around you and squeeze.
    They're happy when you are happy
A friend will be there when he or she is called.

A friend is someone who is there when you need to feel loved
    When you want a kiss, they're always around.
They'll love you no matter what your mood or what your past.
    They will love you for always and a day.
A friend will be there when he or she is needed.

I'll be there when you need to talk.
    When you need to cry, I'll be there.
I'll pick you up when you are sad, and never put you down.
    Just ask me to come and
I'll be there when you ask.

I'll be there when you need to laugh.
    When you want a hug, I'll be near.
I'll put my arms around you and squeeze.
    Just call me on the phone and
I'll be there when you call.

I'll be there when you need to be loved.
    When you want a kiss, I'll be around.
I'll love you no matter what your mood or your past.
    Just say when and
I'll be there when needed.

Author : Mary Suzanne Subject : An Unexpected
Freedom Written : 11/14/95.08:16pm

Freedom

In the gulags of the past
Prisoners were forced to fast

Stripped of value
they found trust
Denied comfort
they lost lust

Reduced to circumstances of denial
They Fused their souls to love unbridled

Like winged birds, they found their voice
When truth by default was their choice


Mary Sue


Author  : April Melanie Valliere <129405>
Category: Nightmare <37>
Subject : dreams
Written : 11/14/95.07:55pm

There  was once a man,
he lived in a  can.

There once was a girl,
who lives outta this world.

There was once a mom,
who was an x-con.

There was a fight,
between the girl and the mom,
oh what a sight.

They yelled and screamed,
Punched a wall and the hole gleamed.

Death was wished apon the mom,
it could have been, but it was prevented.

The girl wouldn't allow it,
She killed the beast, without a fit.

The beast wanted her,
he tried to kill her,
But she killed it first.

The beast was dead,
the mom lived, but not happily ever after.
The beast will be back in a new form.
And not so easy to defeat the next time.

Buut She will be ready,
and the job will be done right.
The fight will be slow and to the death,
of one or both,
who will survive:
the mom,
the girl,
the beast.

Only I will know the out come,
Cause this is my dream!


By: April Valliere
Date: Nov. 14, 1995


Author  : April Melanie Valliere <129405>
Category: Nightmare <37>
Subject : dreams
Written : 11/14/95.07:55pm

There  was once a man,
he lived in a  can.

There once was a girl,
who lives outta this world.

There was once a mom,
who was an x-con.

There was a fight,
between the girl and the mom,
oh what a sight.

They yelled and screamed,
Punched a wall and the hole gleamed.

Death was wished apon the mom,
it could have been, but it was prevented.

The girl wouldn't allow it,
She killed the beast, without a fit.

The beast wanted her,
he tried to kill her,
But she killed it first.

The beast was dead,
the mom lived, but not happily ever after.
The beast will be back in a new form.
And not so easy to defeat the next time.

Buut She will be ready,
and the job will be done right.
The fight will be slow and to the death,
of one or both,
who will survive:
the mom,
the girl,
the beast.

Only I will know the out come,
Cause this is my dream!


By: April Valliere
Date: Nov. 14, 1995

/==========================...Romance is Timeless...======================..
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*           
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*
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*    Date: September 1, 1998 
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..===========================...Love is Endless...=========================/

Entry   : 3003 (13088 words)
Author  : Ulrick Antoine Demey <9398>
Category: Sent <3>
Subject : VOLUME 2, 1-POERTY OF . OTHER PEOPLE2;*
Written : 04/22/96.06:46pm

Subject : 1- Poetry of . other People 2;
Written : 11/15/95.10:03pm


Subject : Guess what my death bed looks like???
Written : 08/01/95.04:33am

Sitting in my quite dark room,
no one can find me.
There's silence all around
with the shadows closing in.
Moving all over my room.
The sounds of death fills the air,
Loneness fill me up.
Am I truly alone here?  Does anyone hear my cry's of help?
    NO!!
Will you help me?
    NO!!
If you did when I was there my room would be filled
with brightness of love and joy.
Instead the musty damp smell of dirt is all around.
Pressure, Oh the pressure crushing me.
How long will we be one?
As the time goes by I can not tell.
I'm not in heaven, nor in hell.
My room and me are away out of sight but,
still I won't give up the fight.
Now, my body is not one with me.
My soulis in flight.  Its doomed to roam around
insearch but, yet still out of sight.
If I try to get your attention don't push me aside again.
You see you were not there for me in my life.
PLEASE DON'T KEEP ME OUT OF SIGHT

            MONA
              7-19-95


Subject : MY TURN
Written : 08/01/95.04:57am

            MY TURN

    As the sunshine fills the house,
    with bright yellow streams of light.

    On this morning birds out the window,
        are singing.

    The kids are at the table,
        eating breakfast.

    My husban sits on the couch,
    he's reading the paper.

    With the smell of the morning dew,
    and fresh flowers blooming in the sun.

    All around me happiness

    I poured my cup of coffee,
    and I cryed to myself.
    
    This is only a dream,
    its not my turn yet.

   
                        MONA
                          7-15-'95


Subject : When did this take place???
Written : 08/01/95.03:11pm

            ONCE

    You once were mine, and I gave you all my love.
    You once were my life, and you took my heart.

        Now you are nothing to me,
    And now you want everything you had back.

    That was a long time ago, in a dream ONCE...


                            MONA
                               FEB 95


Subject : Shock
Written : 08/01/95.03:17pm

    I'm all mixed up inside no where to go and hide,
        no one to turn to for advice.

    I feel I've notdone what I'm supposed-to,
        my heart is filled with pain.

        Nothing left to loose and yet
            everything to gain.

    How do i get myself out of this mess?
    I guess I'll leave it to "GOD",
        he'll do the rest.
   
                            MONA
                              7-19-95


Author  : Poet Laureate
Subject : Something I wrote on the way to my brain
Written : 08/01/95.07:08pm

    'dsafddasfd

Take a look, up there in the sky
Can you see thier wings from here
Didn't expect black feathers did you
Didn't expect the angels to caw like that

Your last breath falls from your lips
Like the silence between seconds
Are you waiting for someone to come for you?
The sky is black with them, black with feathers

You used to feed me, with your eyes
Now they peck over them
You used to lay on your bed
Now you lay were they dumped you

How many hours are spent wondering
Hom many hours spent bleeding like this
In the dark you hurt longer than reality
In reality you've only just begun

Cordial smiles flash like daggers here
Hands are rough and stained down here
Curiousty has killed more beautiful things than cats
The page turns and your name is gone

Just one night I want to wake pleasently
Just one night without dreams and memories
Just one night to see you whole again
Just one more night till I'm there


Author  : Tiffany...The Spiffy Tiffy!
Subject : PLEASE REPLY AND TELL WHAT YOU TRULY THINK.
Written : 08/02/95.09:44pm

OK.  Before I write 1) I don't have AIDS 2) I'm not pregnant and 3) it's
just a poem I wrote after I saw "Philadelphia" (sp?) w/Tom Hanks about
AIDS.  It means a lot, although it is in a female's poin of view, because
(cough cough) I am a female.

            "Whatever ... "

Blinded by the light of the early moon
lost in the stars she gazes
The only thing she can ask herself is
"Why so many phazes?"

She lays back down to go to sleep
But can't fall asleep quite yet
She needs to cry, a mournful weap
To those lose in her debt

She sits up, shaking from her nightmare
She looks at herself in a mirror
The nightmare being that he didn't care
She now sees everything clearer

She cries herself to sleep again
Trying to hide the tears
She can't hide, it causes her too much pain
And she can't forever hide her fears

They haunt her like a nightmare
A nightmare from within
She had always been the one who cared
For people committing sin

"Not my fault", she'd always say
To people passing by
"When I get mad, they'll ALL PAY"
When she got home, she cried

The one who had always been there for her
Was there no more, none at all
She felt sick, the kind you can't cure
And was shocked at what she saw

Someone had given it to her
While she slept in his bed
She thought all of this with a GREAT BIG SMILE
"And I will now screw up his head"

A shot of a gun, and it was through
She was lost, and is still lost as time ends
All one unique flaw in her (AIDS)
And this is how bad she needed REAL friends

Sitting down at an empty table
With him no longer there
She sits and comfortabely she smiles
While tending her baby with care

She tends the baby and is a good mother
She puts the baby to sleep, and cries
"Why couldn't I have been a bit pickier?"
That would have ended all the lies

The baby woke up, and started crying
She looked at her pale white skin
She saw herself, and her baby dying
She had her tears, but from within

The story is now his to tell
As she cries, from above
The man had doomed them both to hell
The ones, he didn't love ...

By: S.E.Z. 8/1/95        --'-Tiffany-,--<@ The Spiffy Tiffy


Author  : Born-Again Hippy
Subject : Cold Summer Day
Written : 08/03/95.01:35pm

    Cold Summer Day

There it was.
I had found it.
My quest complete, I just stood there.
Looking.
And not looking.
I knew the words, but I read them anyway,
several times.
Such a boring rock.
Such simple words.
But they wrenched at my heart, my gut, my soul.
This was not how I had planned it.
Then again, I was sure this was not how he had planned it either.
I could see someone had been there recently;
my sister, I guessed.
Who else could it have been?
But she would never tell me.
And I would never ask.
I could think of nothing to say to that gray rock
on that gray day
in that gray place.
But I found a way to say everything.
The highs and the lows.
The triumphs and failures.
The pride.
And the shame.
Silently, I left a token of my visit, and walked back to the car.
Silently, we drove away.
Silently, I can't stop screaming.

                    Born-Again Hippy
                    (c) 1995


Author  : Born-Again Hippy
Subject : Disqueit
Written : 08/03/95.01:43pm

    Disqueit

The date rings a distant bell,
and I search for a reason
in the dusty memories of my mind.
Then I stumble on to it.
Eight years ago today.
The first time I kissed someone. 
REALLY kissed, anyway.
Such a good friend she was--
and how drunk we were!
The star-filled summer sky above us,
the music surrounding us,
the faces swirling everywhere, along with everything else.
Including us.
And then I left.
The pleasant thoughts are cut short,
interrupted by the memory of reality.
She dived headlong into a drugged-out existence,
had the son of some loser waste case,
and disappeared out of my life.
Six years after I last saw her,
I was probably within a few short miles.
But I didn't pick up the phone
or drive down the road
to see what had happened.
Maybe I just don't want to know.
The past is a dangerous place,
and sometimes it's better left alone.
Maybe I will call her tomorrow.
Maybe.

                    Born-Again Hippy
                    (c) 1995


Author  : Born-Again Hippy
Subject : The Enchantress
Written : 08/03/95.01:24pm

    The Enchantress

Depressing music plays as I lay here waiting
in the middle of the night
for the endless cycle to continue.
Though they are sung by a stranger,
the words seem to be my own
sung for you--always for you.
Years have passed, and still it's all for you.
Years since I knew your love...and embrace.
The time has changed us both,
for better, for worse,
but still I know I would die for you
or kill for another kiss from your mesmerizing lips.
Why after all this time do you still have this hold on me?
Women come and go in my life
but in the end they always fail.
I can't help but to hold them up to you
and your mystical way.
I guess they never had a chance.

Do I?


                    Born-Again Hippy
                    (c) 1995


Author  : Jareth the Goblin King
Subject : Another palace...
Written : 08/06/95.02:15pm

-= The beautiful Palace =-

Walking down the halls...
  Shimmering white walls...
Glitteing lines trace...
  Stunning electric grace...

Murmurs softly heard...
  of an old wise bird...
Whose knowledge can be found...
  Flying underground...

On roadways on metal...
  moving faster than the devil...
On a path to my home...
  to my palace... to my throne...

In my land vitua-real..
  Where I take moments to steal..
The beauty and grace...
  Of information's knowing face...

It is only the streams I care for..
  which is what the data is there for...
To support my kindom of dreams...
  My electric palace conneected to all things...

x Jareth


Author  : MirrorMan
Subject : You!
Written : 08/09/95.06:40pm

There is a face in the Mirror,
And you close your eyes.
Much easier to look away,
Then to take a look inside.
Look in the Mirror my friend!


Author  : MirrorMan
Subject : HATE and nothing more
Written : 08/21/95.07:32pm

    HATE IS A STRONG WORD

I hate you
not because you are you but because when you look at me
all you see is a 5'10 Dick and not as human being with
feelings and emotions.
I hate you
because when you have lived your life around girls,
you don't realize that there are real men out there
that are responsible and do think with their minds
and not with their heads.
I have never hated anyone
like I hate you for this. You tick me off when I know,
even in a professional atmosphere, you look at me as
nothing more than a 5'10 Dick and nothing else.

To the mother of a trapped daughter,
How Dare You Judge Me!

Look in the Mirror my friend
and see the uglyness you are becoming.


Author  : Just a touch of . . .
Subject : Fools
Written : 07/22/95.05:10am

Don't hold another's pain,
Above that of your own.

Crying for a fool,
Or like a fool,
Then you are a fool.

Don't dwell another's confusion,
When your own is just short of madness.

Trying to understand,
That of a fool,
Then you are lost forever in anothers unknown thoughts.

Don't hope for another's love,
When your own is not for yourself.

Desiring to feel,
From a fool,
Then your heart is broken.


Author  : KING*RICHARD*HEAD
Subject : fitting tune
Written : 08/26/95.08:45pm

    Just aimlessly wondering the EF & listening to some tunes before
heading out to do the same on the streets when a song came along I thought
I'd share. Hope you enjoy it as much as I.



              I've got the thing you need.
            I am endowed beyond your wildest,
             clearesil spattered fantasies.

             Girls from all over the world,
            Come to write my name on the toilet walls.
                Oh, the Wiskey-A-Gogo,
                 For I am BWANA DICK!
                   I am BWANA DICK!
                  Me BWANA DICK! No,
                    Me BWANA DICK!

                My dick is a monster
                  Give me a heart.
               BWANA DICK is a legend,
                 Enormous thou art.

                My dick is a Harley,
               You kick it to start.
              When BWANA DICK speaks,
              The heavens will part.

               My dick is a dagger,
              I'll force it to fit.
            My dick is a reamer baby,
             To scream up your slit.

             Semen! Reamin! Creamin!

               You can hear the steam baby,
             You can hear the screamin' semen!
             As the reamer steams up the lake,
             A reamy wienie up onto the snake.

               Talkin' bout anaerobes baby.

                **ZAPPA**


@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
@@

        ALONE

She always feels the same,she find someone to share all ,a friend,
she has a very good time,she has trust and the next day
that trustable friend is gone,she thinks something is wrong about her,
always the same,it's not possible to feel that way,
so miserable,so depressed,with no one to understand her.

She keeps calling her old friends,but they are gone,
they turned their shoulders and won't know anything about her.
 "Am I so bad?????" or maybe it's the punish to pay for trust in everybody
now you are on your own again,no friends,no love,no nothing,
just an empty heart,

ALONE........



                            By
Tammy
                           
(26/07/95)
IN%"tgottf@meyosp.mecon.ar"




Author  : KAOS
Subject : Feel free to spit
Written : 08/30/95.08:38pm



    Gifts are things we have recieved for free.
    Dreams are gifts that God has given his people.
    God is a being of peace and love(no hippy jokes)
    Love is a feeling that is easily required.
    Feelings are things that everyone has.
    Everyone can be hurt through speech.
    Speech can be a hard thing to ignore.
    Is it hard for one to compliment another?
   

Author  : Vita Brevis
Subject : forgetful
Written : 09/01/95.01:24am

 
 forgetful
 
I am starting to forget
the little details
and one of the days is blending into another
the sight of squirrels at play
the taste of you
the line of your inner thigh
the brush of your shaving line on my cheek
I drift back often in memories
but I can no longer trust them
I have embelished and repaired the memories
Tuesday's dinner is on Wednesday night
Did we make love outdoors or was that a dream?
I am starting to forget the detail
they say that Hell is in the details
What kind of wine was it? Reisling?
Merlot? Marque de Caseras? Eiswein?
Why was I bitter that last day?
When did you save my life?
and why?
 

VB


Within that warm night
I could see a fuzzy light
and though I tried to
resist it with all my might
I could not win the fight
My mind would only soar
to that place empty of
time and space that was a nexus
for a banished king
forbidden to enter the gate
My ceptor has turned dust
as my crown can only be seen
by the wise ones
My cloak is the sun that me back
just as the wind is the friend
that kisses my face
When Onya sleeps
Madessa rises
Two stones only one can be seen
Both persue
Both run away
Madessa please stay
await for your love Onya to wake
To the North we adore
To the South we admire
To the West we wonder
To the East we seek the King of Gilgamesh

From a banished soul exiled from a duality of existence forever
trapped with the Nexus forbidden to feel or taste the fruit
of the material, forever disconnected from "Kalimar!"


Oh how miss
my home so afar
for she awaits
to see me
the I was
before the translation
now they are blind
to the one who
loved them
across the vast
sea and misty stars
within the dark night
that hides the light
that can help me see
my precious home
so far away
called "Kalimar!"

corrections:

line: 1    Oh how I miss
line: 4    the way I was
line: 00   before I needed love

written by

a dead soul confined to the cosmic containment field of loneliness and
endles torment within the microcosm of rejection and eternal suffering
oh how that day when I enter eternal bliss


Author  : Just a touch of . . .
Subject : Little lost one
Written : 09/04/95.06:34am

To a friend .. . 

What do you reap?
What is your reward?
For destroying all the relationships in sight?
I know your not satan.
Just a little lost girl,
Trying to find some happiness and light.

Don't you see?
Won't you realize?
Can't you stop this circle of nothing?
You speak your words,
Of which you should follow,
Then you distrust your own wisdom and see what it brings.

What do I feel?
Do I even care anymore?
Could they or I hold you and make it right?
I think it's beyond them or me,
To help you, little lost one.
We don't and will never have the strength, it's your fight.

I wish you luck . . .


Author  : Just a touch of . . .
Subject : Feast
Written : 09/08/95.03:26am

    Feed On Me, When Your Not Strong . . .

Don't make me do it,
Drink from my own whirlpool,
For the emotions that will spill from the goblet,
Will be a demon you will have to duel.

Be careful what you do,
Devouring my heart to soon,
Can justify my decisions into steel,
And seal thy only chance in doom.

Feast on me my friends,
I pray, eat your suppers light,
For the flesh can only feed so many,
Before hatred turns you away in the night.


Author  : Dama de Encanto
Subject : ++++
Written : 09/10/95.10:03pm

the night kisses your
flesh passionately and
you moan with voices
other than your own.
stars fall with speed
that the earth has
never seen and light
your silloutte, illumintating
the auroas of lives
come and gone, and still
to come in the waking
light.
you wonder who you
are and where you
came from and who
posses your turbid,
morbid soul and existance.
the sky falls on your
shoulders and you heold
it up like Atlas on roller skates.
you crumble to the soggy
soil and you sink in over your head and grasp at
roots, and gulp in earthworms.
you're 6 feet under and without
a box and the elements tear
away at your soul
and you muster up a scream
that wakes up everyone
but the dead.


Author  : Poet Laureate
Subject : Mr.Burroughs, you have my thanks
Written : 09/12/95.03:03pm

    'fsdvgdfbm

Today came like a package from tangier
Soiled, blackened by the ashes of tribal sacrifice
Yesterday dictates today and so forth,
Everyday is a new inferno
Born from yesterdays fiery womb
I can see the trail in my sleep,
The fire whispering and then with a wimper
It pisses itself and dies in it's own deluge
Candles are for reading by
In desperate places, where dirty children cringe
And sell themselves for food.
You burn the candle and read of somewhere far away,
Somewhere between the lines where your body isn't worth a crown
Or a peso, or a franc
Bodies are sold for dollars here, but they never write about that
No, the living aren't candles
Man is not as noble and unique as he would like to think
The smell of ancient perfume and rich powder,
I can't help thinking that the black plague was fed
By some of the ripest pigs
No, the living aren't candles
The living are an uncontrolable blaze who's light paves the way
For future children to sell themselves by
And when the light doth tire
Who will cry in the dark
Not the children, who by candle and sweaty matress
Witness the fire's last light
And breath with relief
Alone in the dark


Author  : Jareth the Goblin King
Subject : another stupid poem...
Written : 09/13/95.01:43am

minds arise in fulls moons light...
on strong wings it does take flight...

with monsterous visage, and more fierce a foe...
yet few can understand their inner woe...

Few there are, and few they will remain...
and only by suns light are they tamed...

and never will they see the day sky's blue...
for during that time they stand as silent statues...

-= Gargoyles =-

x Jareth... Being odd is what I do best...


Author  : MirrorMan
Category: Lyrics <72>
Subject : Goodbye
Written : 09/13/95.03:33pm

You!
a mirror of you,
reflections of you,
your showing what you feel like inside.
Me!
the power of two,
just me and you,
and in the deeps holdin' you mind.
Sometimes your wrong and sometimes your right,
you don't expect me to put up a fight,
I'm sick and tired of all of your lies,
I'M SICK AND TIRED AND I'M SAYING GOODBYE!
I don't need your poison,
I don't need your soul,
I don't need forgiveness,
I DON'T NEED YOU!

Your!
shadowing me,
what I used to be,
I'm fading against the light from the outside,
I!
I know what you need,
because I can see I'm taking over thoughts in your mind.
Sometimes your wrong and sometimes your right,
your in the dark so I'll turn on the light.
I'm sick and tired of all of your lies,
I'M FUCKING TIRED AND I'M SAYING GOODBYE!
I don't need your poison,
I don't need your soul,
I don't need forgiveness,
I DON'T NEED YOU!

Look in the mirror my friend,
and look at the ugliness you have become.

Thanks to the group, Gravity Kills,
on the soundtrack Mortal Kombat.


greetings comrade
I salute and hail
my fearless leader
may the light
of Onya shine upon you face
before she sleeps
you are my center
I am your periphery
I no longer exist
except within your circle
farewell my beloved


Author  : Just a touch of . . .
Subject : I don't f-ing no
Written : 09/16/95.07:31am

Bullshit Said by a 24 Year Old Nothing
        Or
A Friend Like Me, I Don't Need
        Or
Not a Poem, But I Felt Like Writing It that Way So "F" Off!

Thanks for taking my few strengths and showing they are nothing.
Thanks for taking my weaknesses and exploting them till I'm suicidal.
Thanks "Friends" for "being there".
And if my every thought was about you?
If my every want was to be near you?
If my only need was you?
Is that being in love with you?
I guess I could say I'm not.
But then I'm getting quite good at lieing.
It doesn't matter anyway, who cares what I love.
I'm getting quite good at back stabbing,
And useing other people too.
Guess I'm learning how to grow up huh?
Destroy who I am in the process,
Oh well don't have a "who I am" anyways,
So I'll just pretend I'm an emotionless monster.
Lie, and tell everyone what they want to hear.
Then I can make everyone happy,
And use the hell outta them.
Make myself miserable for not being myself,
But least I'd have the satifaction,
Of not having the shoe marks on MY back.
Hurt enough people,
Make enough people cry,
Cry my last few tears,
And then I would eventually not care anymore,
(Not that I want to now)
And then,
Then I'll be a full fledge member of the human fucking race.
And then I might as well be dead.
So maybe I should jump to the end now?
And destroy all that I am,
Kill me.
Since my "friends" will eventually do it to me anyways. . . .
Or has it already been done,
And these thoughts are just the sad remnants,
Of a spirit,
Without a soul.


Author  : EmPTy
Subject : lost nights
Written : 09/20/95.09:26am

temptress,

    lost nights of loneliness
     hopes of beds and lustyness.
    never have i wished so much
    that new the flesh and touch
    oh temptress release this soul
    your grip unrelentingly holds
    my mind trapped in thee
    oh please save me...
       
    my temptress.


as always,
    EmPTy


Author  : Vita Brevis
Subject : free eire
Written : 09/19/95.04:32am

free eire
 
i remember time
coarse smelling like summer horses mowing a field
 
white stone upon grey stone upon blue upon mottled pink
wet with rain
soft thud of heads hitting soft stone
and rebels bleed on Irish moss
 
The hissing hissing of hot iron in cooling trough
hammers ring clear on anvil steel
Ping- Swing and Ping-- Swing and Ping-- Swing and Ping
to ring my neck with iron then rope
 
stale bread days and rotten straw nights
I lay chained in filth
 
My wife and child smell sea salt
sing with crying gulls
while sailing on weeping winds to freedom.
 
                               
 
VB


Author  : Dama de Encanto
Subject : rape
Written : 09/19/95.06:43am

you rape me with
the words you dare
to utter in my
presence.
falling to pieces, my
heart can find no
love within anyone.
my body aches from
sleepless nights, and
when i do find rest,
you dare to touch
me in places you've
failed at before.
i tremble in
fear and hide
from everything.
you have crossed the
line between reality
and fantasy, and it
is there that
you rape me.


Author  : CINNAMON-LOTUS <4147>
Subject : dream lover
Written : 09/19/95.11:52am

I wake to feel
him next to me
I yearn for his caress
Anticipating every kiss I silently
beg for more
but he is gone
and I alone
cry myself to sleep


Author  : notoriety <80658>
Subject : Fresh Air.
Written : 09/19/95.03:36pm

"in your dreams you dream of flying"
she said to me then flew so high
and danced upon the tops of all the clouds
before my jealous eyes

"and in your fears you fear of dying"
she said to me then laughed and sighed
and ran a blade through herself a thousand times
before my jealous eyes

"and in your thoughts you think of lying"
and spoke to me my every lie
and made me feel ashamed for every time
and made me want to die

mischievous angel
mischievous angel


Author  : Kavyn <2362>
Category: Innuendo <6>
Subject : Wanting
Written : 09/23/95.10:46am

    Have you ever dreamed of making love
    To the stranger you want so much?
    Ever dream of those kisses
    Whenever you look in her eyes?
    I know she dreams of you each night.
    She wants to hold you.
    To kiss you.
    Get lost in your eyes.
    Confess to her
    All your hopes and fears.

    Do you ever wonder in the night
    What you did
    To deserve this.
    You held her tight one night
    Underneath the stars.
    She put her trust in you that night.
    But how could she ever trust
    The way she felt inside?

    Have you ever had a fear
    That eats away your heart?
    Such the want you have for her
    Wishing there were
    Some better way to start.

    So tell me once again just right,
    Have you ever dreamed
    Of making love to the stranger you want
    Every single night?


Author  : CINNAMON-LOTUS <4147>
Category: Keep your pants on <10>
Subject : scent
Written : 09/26/95.02:30pm

A rich, suggestive, spicy scent, a
    heavy smell of musk,
Breathing heady sunset flowers
    that bloom only at dusk,
Part of sweat and part of love
    and part of appetite,
My lover's scent lies curled between
    the sheets of our delight.



when my friend read this he asked me where the drool marks were on the paper.


Expression:
    " True Love "
    Movements made ; time lost
another dream gone by
    Sad heart ; hurting heart renching
silently I cry
    Tears forming ; in hot pools
spill over with one shake
    Going on is useless ; loving is foolish
now what step to take
    Letting go of things past
    Moving on like in a cast
    Some how
    at long last
I'll find true love.

                    Nichole Davey
                        Marie
                    -------------
                              //
                             //
                          //
                          ||
                        //
                      //
                    //
                    ------------


Author  : Kathleen McFadden <113581>
Subject : truth, love and courage
Written : 09/27/95.02:33pm

TRUTH, LOVE, AND COURAGE

I miss those summer nights
Down in Orange Grove,
Where the Danderberries bloomed
And the night ballads filled
The skies with their allusions.
And I miss those days--
When you and I were together
In what seemed to be eternity.

I miss those adventures
Over the valleys' seams
Whe what we knew meant nothing
Of what was ahead--
And we expected the least
To what we ever wished
To know of ourselves-- of innocence;
I miss that innocence

I miss those bardic tales we knew
So well in our days of youth
Where love was everything
To us-- we needed it;
We couldn't live without it.
Where truth was vital
To our existance in life,
And where courage came from the heart.

And to all I miss the most
Is you who has left.
The love we once felt, abandoned;
Lies covered our honesty
And courage was thwated by
The cowerdice of our own foolish ways.
I miss the course we once had--
What we might have been.

As I echo from the beginning
I miss those bardic tales
Where truth always overcame lies;
I miss those adventures
Where courage kept us together;--
And I miss those summer nights
Where our love was strong--
And NOTHING could hold us apart.
        Zelda aka Kathleen McFadden


When the walls fell down at Tanagra
Batai and Belteshazar
crossed sides
at the river
tanuak
water separated Batai
Belteshazar followed upstream
Batai followed downstream
after the wall
and the crossing
of the river tanuak

In the night of the light
of our holy princess Onya
Belteshazar commanded
Lord Selonius to empty
the milakame in the water
so that Colonel Batai
would see the light of
Onya to be guided
in safety by then night

Batai and Belteshazar
Ulrich Antoine and Premeire Daniel
at Tanagra and at the river
tanuak upstream and downstream
after the fall of the wall

At Tanagra as the walls fall!
++=-+/--=++=+- :(..:)


Author  : Judy Sims
Subject : Re: SUB: The Prophesy
Written : 08/27/95.12:23pm

I like it. Period.
Judy

In a message dated 95-08-27 13:23:20 EDT, you write:
>
>              THE PROPHESY

>         Today my mind is cloudy
>      And filled with clinging vines
>       The world explodes around me
>         While aristocracy dines
>
>         My sanity is in danger
>       From within as well as out
>        The enemy is everywhere
>        Of this I have no doubt
>
>      I don't know where I'm going
>         Nor from whence I came
>       But I know when it's all over
>          I'll never be the same
>
>       For up and down are sideways
>          And backwards up ahead
>    And round and round is upside-down
>        And soon we'll all be dead
>
>
>RRC
>05-02-94


Author  : Curtis
Subject : poem of puns
Written : 10/02/95.04:17am

This is another poem that the grade six class did for language. It is from
their unit on humor and I know that some people on the list like puns so
I'll post this one too!! I hope that every one has their mail on. There are
38 puns in this poem. They are simple puns like the Pears in pairs but it
took the combined effort of several teachers to know all the puns. See how
you guys measure up!!!Or, it's good for a silly laugh.

The Cherries' Garden Gala

The Cherries' garden gala
was the finest seen in years,
the Pears arrived in couples,
and the Prunes all carried shears,
the Greens had splendid collars,
and the Peaches wore new shoes,
an Orange dances a hornpipe,
and a Berry sang the blues.

The Beets were playing bongos,
as the Lettuce marched ahead,
the Zucchini made a racket,
but the Ginger seemed well-bred,
the Dates appeared unsteady.
though the Currants stayed on course,
the Turnips whirled in circles,
and the Radishes grew hoarse.

The Beans could not stop coughing
as the Corn told awful jokes,
the Plums were bobbing gaily
with some hearty Artichokes,
a Cauliflower listened
as the Grapes began to whine,
and the Melons started bawling
just to see the Apple pine.

When the Garlic dropped a penny
and the mint produced a bill,
the Chard grew overheated,
and a Pepper caught a chill,
then the Rhubarb got to fighting,
and the Lemons seemed afraid,
but the Thyme could not help watching,
though the Mushrooms all sought aid.

The Onions dipped politely,
as the Leeks began to spring,
the Sage repeated maxims,
and the Carrots formed a ring,
a Tomato acted saucy
to a rather bossy Pea,
and the Potatoes wept with pleasure
at the Cherries' jubilee.

by Jack Prelutsky


Kayleigh
The Curtis Clan
Email: curtis@fox.nstn.ca


Author  : Vita Brevis <157>
Category: Sorry I have no banana's <30>
Subject : juicy fruit
Written : 10/02/95.03:13am

 
MASTICATION
 
I, dearly, dearly, love to chew.
If I could that's what I'd do
All day long and all night too
On berries red and berries blue
And, yes, my dear on all of you.
 
VB


On Thu, 5 Oct 1995, Armand Vyater wrote:

>                           LET ME GET INSIDE YOUR HEAD
>
>                                 AND LOOK AROUND
>
>                              AND MAY BE I'LL FIND
>
>                                   SOME PIECE
>
>                           /..  |--   |.. /| | |   | |--,
>                          (  ) |     | | | | |..  | |   ..
>                          (  ) |-    |   | | | .. | |    |
>                          (  ) |     |   | | |  ..| |   /
>                           ../  |     |   | | |   | |__/
>
>
>
>                            LET ME GET INSIDE YOUR HEAD
>
>                                  AND LOOK AROUND
>
>                              LET ME SEE WHAT YOU SEE
>
>                                   WHEN YOU LOOK
>
>                               /.. -----   |.. /| |---
>                              |  |  |     | | | |
>                              |--|  |     |   | |---
>                              |  |  |     |   | |
>                              |  |  |     |   | |___
>


Author  : COLOURLESS <115388>
Category: Who says poetry has to rhyme? <13>
Subject : "COLOURS"
Written : 10/05/95.01:53pm

I am going to write a poem from memory (so it may not be as good as the
original I have)

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

            COLOURS

BLACK and I have an agreement.
We don't acknowledge each other.
RED turns her back to me.
She doesn't see me as one of her children.
WHITE embraces but hates me.
I always feel as if I'm facing my greatest foe.
YELLOW sees me as a fascinating subject.
I seem to be under constant observations.
BROWN invites me like a stranger.
I'm always welcome but I'll never fit in.
COLOURLESS sees how I am treated and is appalled.
She looks upon the others and is shamed.
She takes me in, nurtures and protects me.
It is in her shadow that I grow strong.

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

I feel like I left some out but that happens when done by memory.
Please..PLEASE..write me and tell me what you think. I am 115388.


Author  : malachi <11946>
Subject : GI Joe
Written : 10/06/95.01:00am

GI Joe

Gi Joe, a real american hero
Salute and call him Major Mental Disorder
He fights for Red, Right, and Blue
Wouldn't hesitate to run you through
He reads the sports page
and that is all he cares to know
GI Joe, a real american hero


well, here is one that was published in a hard back anthology called MEMORIES:
ISBN1-57087-023-3 Library of Congress Catalog Number: 93-94240 Copyright
1993               DARK SECRETS
                by Valerie Gerberich
        Locked up inside me
            this intolerable pain
                pounds at me endlessly
                    like Indian Rain.

        Deep wounds cover my soul, haunted memories torment my mind
        Slices of hatred, injustice, from you, evil, unkind.

        Frantic, I reach out...Scared, I shy away
        Frightened I lie still, keeping my ghosts at bay
       
    What it is, I can never tell
    Only those in same shoes,
    know this hell.                  They were there too.

    Dark secrets, black clouds, Bad memories, bad taste
                    in your mouth
                            as you
                                remember
It changed you.


Author  : Tiffany .. The Spiffy Tiffy <78298>
Category: Mushy Love Stuff <4>
Written : 10/08/95.03:03am

Trapped in the cold and darkened corner
Crying, tears streaming down
Feeling sadness rush all through my body
Loneliness surrounds me, making me shiver
Shivering, from the cold, and what seems to be
The endless night
It keeps going on, as if it were never to end
Barely staying awake, and barely staying warm
You pull me close to your body, and keep me warm
You provide for me, what I can not provide for myself
You wrap your arms around me, and pull me closer
The cold becomes steam hot, and the darkness lifts
Light shines from every way
Waters wash over, and wash away my sadness
No more loneliness, company is always provided
Live for the moment, and express what you wish ....

-Me


Author  : Timothy M Pirkey <12539>
Category: Mushy Love Stuff <4>
Subject : natural beauty
Written : 10/09/95.09:16am



        Natural Beauty


    Like the forest in spring
    ablaze with life

    her smile, the warmth
    that fills my heart

    her touch, like magic
    with the power
    to heal from within

    her kiss, the answer
    to all my problems
    and prayers.


Author  : Aqualung <76766>
Category: Commentary and Discussion <1>
Subject : RE: Aqualung's reproach
Written : 10/10/95.08:10am

> >> Didn't Barry Mannilow write a song about you, Amanda?
>
> >No... it was another Amanda who was 28 at the time and was killed in a
> >car wreck in 1982.  That is not funny.
>
> Geez, Aqualung, I had no idea about the origins of that song, I thought
it
> was an obscure enough reference that it would just be on the tip of
> everyone's imagination.  While I have no particular aversion to saying
> offensive things, that was not my intention in this particular case.
>
> Did you get your name from the Jethro Tull song?

Yes ... matches the dark side of my personality :)

For those who care, here are the complete words to the song (and for those
who don't care, hit 'n'):

Aqualung

Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

Sun streaking cold --
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end --
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone --
the army's up the rode
salvation  la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sot, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.


Author  : Aqualung <76766>
Category: Poetry <15>
Subject : Down and Depressed
Written : 10/07/95.09:53am

One more by Zeela ... I think this one needs no explanation in this
forum:

DOWN AND DEPRESSED

They're  down and depressed
their emotions wrung out,
complications and fears
have given them doubts,
about their directions
down the road,
insecure in themselves
and their futures untold.
As tears fall down
their cheeks in streams
they wonder what happened
to their fairytale dreams,
of love and life
as it was meant to be
full of fun and happiness
and problem free.
The anguish builds
in their despair
as the torment grows
and it's hard to bare.
The smile they express
is not true
the pain they feel
still shows through.

For the soul can be read
in ones eyes,
like an open book
they tell no lies.
But deep inside
there's a spark of hope
and with support
of loved ones
they begin to cope
They tackle each mountain
one step at a time,
they may fall back,
but they continue to climb.
With determination and faith
as their seeds, they look above
for their needs.
God is there by their side
to guide them in
their everyday stride.

by Zeela


Author  : Aqualung <76766>
Category: Poetry <15>
Subject : Ode to Boogernose
Written : 10/07/95.08:05am

I can see the overwhelming response to Zeela's poem :)

Here's another one:  Zeela has another friend who leaves a little
snot hanging down when she blows her nose.  None of her friends
would tell her this, so Zeela wrote the following poem and gave it
to her:

The friend's name is Laura Mae (for real) ... Net is Jeanette (another
friend) and the poem is writeen from Laura Mae's perspective.

ODE TO BOOGERNOSE

We went shopping
my friends and I,
and decided to get
a bite to eat
before we said good-bye.
As we entered the restaurant
it felt kind of eerie,
for everyone I saw
looked at me kind of leary.
As we sat at the table
I started to realize
that even my friends
couldn't look me in the eyes.
They would glance at each other
and look my way,
were they keeping a secret
from me, their friend,
Laura Mae?
I got so upset
I jumped upon the floor,
"What's going on here?"
I shouted,
"I can't take it anymore!"
With my hands on my hips
in my angry pose,
everyone shouted,
"Okay, okay,"
"You're a Boogernose!"
In my embarrassment
I ran outside
to find a place
where I could hide.
I stuck my finger
up my honker
to try to find
that ugly monster.
I fought and fought
and it finally came out.
It wasn't a pretty sight,
but I won the bout.
I gave it a flick
and it flew thru the air,
I could hardly contain myself
as it landed in Net's hair.
I didn't say a word
and went on my way
for this was my secret
and it made my day.

by Zeela


Author  : AMANDA <114146>
Category: The voice of destruction <2>
Subject : what am i? huh huh???
Written : 10/14/95.04:27pm

Kay....I'm really bored now.
Really bored...

listen....

shhhh...


    They bash their
    Claw-like weapons
    Into my flesh,
    And force pins in,
    Making me bleed
    An invisible blood.
    And only to hang
    Egotistical reflections
    Of eachother.
    Behind the thick,
    Sticky paper I am
    Smothering, and it's
    Converting me into
    A hideous hue.
    I slowly await
    For my day of death,
    When flames of fury ignite........















What am I?

===========================...Romance is Timeless...=======================
*                         Glendale Community College                      *
*      Ulrick De Mey                          ( 9398@ef.gc.maricopa.edu ) *
* Love is Endless                        ( 2wsa026@gc.maricopa.edu )      *
*                                                                         *
*                 "Timeless"                  *
*                                      *
*                Forever in your heart,              *
*               And always in your eyes.                       *
*                   Can you see me?                            *
*                                      *
*                                On the land,                             *
*                             Across the ocean,                           *
*                             Through the air.                       *
*                             Can you hear me?                            *
*                                      *
*                       Timeless thought,                        *
*                      Forever more,                         *
*                             Like a ringing phone,                         *
*                        The Vibrations fill the air,               *
*                Like in a Thunderdome.                        *
*                                      *
*                I will always be there,              *
*                  Timeless and true,              *
*               I will always be there,              *
*                 Each minute with you.              *
*                                      *