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.              *
*                                      *
*               By: Alrick Antoine De Mey.              *
*                January.16,1995                  *
*                                      *   
==========================...Romance is Timeless...========================

I havent written in a while....

 

Folgers has started making some new coffees. That isnt new news, since the coffee industry is a highly competitive one.It is also a sometimes entertaining one especially if anyone has ever walked into a Starbucks and ordered a large mocha (I have, and the look on the barista's face is good for a bit of amusement) Maybe I shouldnt taunt the Starbucks employees, no matter how much fun it can be. "Can I get a look of disgruntled barista with my large frappacino?" Who comes up with these names anyways? 'barista, grande coffee, frappacino, frappe'...

 

on to the good stuff....

 

Folgers has a Brazzilian blend that is very georgious for a coffee. It is a coffee that has a good flavor, full body, and is a great eye opener on any morning. This coffee is good for year round coffee drinking, it is a good morning and afternoon coffee. Add just a bit of cream, sugar, and honey, and you have one fantastic cup of coffee.....

 

now for a coffee shop alert.....

 

once, long ago, I went to a place called Java Daves. Now mind you, this was some years ago, and I realize it is a chain. I decided to go back, since it had been years since my first visit. I didnt have anything good to say about this place the first visit. there was a lot of religious propaganda EVERYWHERE. Now, i can handle the zelious coffee shop, but this was a bit extreme. I also dont feel that the person working behind the counter needs to give me a sunday morning sermon with my cup of java. I was highly dissapointed in the staff, and the coffee was just horrid. It wasnt anything I ever cared to stomach again.

Now, for the re-visit...

I had a drink called a Sugar daddy, which indeed tasted much like the sugar daddy pops of my youth. I thought that was ok, but the service was a bit lacking. It seemed like she was in a hurry to get us out of her way and was a bit occupied with things other than her job. I also tried a sip of my husbands Chai. It was extremley lacking in good flavor.I am not a big Chai drinker, and prefer more coffee based drinks, but this was not my idea of a good chai. It was drinkable, and I am sure there are worse out there. The place had a unfriendly atmophere, it wasnt coffee shop, it screamed "I am a coffee chain" The place had quite a lot of potental when it came to atmosphere, but it had a long ways to go. I could tell by my drink, that the coffee itself left a whole lot to be lacking.The flavor did not go smoothy down, and left a more bitter aftertaste.  So thumbs down to this place. I was unimpressed once again, and I doubt it will be anytime soon before I go back, and that is IF I ever go back, which it more sounds like it is going to be. I could go spend my coffee money elsewhere, and get a good atmosphere, fantastic coffee drinks, and fun server/barista/brewers. So stay away from java daves if you have any appreciation for coffee in anyway. Spend your money at the local mom and pop coffee houses, they could use the patronige a bit more. Supporting the local buisnesses is always a much better idea than the chains and corperations. The chains and corperations dont care, while the local buisnesses do care about the customers!

 

so hopefully I wont wait so long for my next post.

 

untill next time...

 

dont forget the cream and sugar.

 

 

Author : Mary Suzanne
Subject : Re: A Soldier's Christmas
Written : 12/20/95.05:53pm

Criag Horm thoughtfully provided this:

A forwarded poem to ponder while we compose those email messages to the
NATO troops in Bosnia.

Craig Horn
horn@kalama.doe.hawaii.edu

- ---------- Forwarded message ----------
Date: Wed, 20 Dec 1995 07:44:57 -1000
From: Stephen Nakano
To: Craig Horn
Subject: FW: A SOLDIER'S CHRISTMAS (fwd)


FYI
Subject: FW: A SOLDIER'S CHRISTMAS



----------
From: Stone, W. Earl, SSG (SOTSE)
To: snobl melanie
Subject: FW: A SOLDIER'S CHRISTMAS
Date: Tuesday, December 19, 1995 12:26PM


Subject: A SOLDIER'S CHRISTMAS
Date: Tuesday, December 19, 1995 11:25AM

A SOLDIER'S CHRISTMAS

By
Major Bruce Lovely
Adopted from a similar poem, Anonymous.

Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney with presents to give,
And to see just who in this home did live.

I looked all about, a strange sight i did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.

No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.

With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sober thought came through my mind.

For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,
I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured a United States soldier.

Was this the hero of whom i'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?

I realized the families that I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.

Soon round the world, the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate a bright christmas day.

They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
Because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.

I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas eve in a land far from home.

The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa don't cry, this life is my choice;

I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more,
My life is my God, my Country, my Corps."

The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours, so silent and still
And we both shivered from the cold night's chill.

I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark, night,
This guardian of honor so willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,
Whispered, "Carry on Santa, it's Christmas Day, all is secure."

One look at my watch, and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night.

------- End of Forwarded Message

Dear Craig,

THANK YOU!

Mary Sue


Author : Butterfly <131618>
Category: general insanity <1>
Written : 01/11/96.03:22pm

Generation "x"

The ambition to succeed...
The presure to Advance
The Odds in the equation, They Can't be met
Cause they've stack the Cards agaist us.....
And the National Debts

We seach for education...
We look for advice
Seems the only thing out there
Is decadence and delite!

(Pager: lines 0 to 17, from a total 46)
Its our fault of course...
That we can't Succeed
"No Ambition"
"No Direction"
but at a click of a Button
Wow the Mona Lisa!
What do you mean I can't have a Visa

Tv's fun
Oh yes it is!
Run by few
Your hooked like Glue
What will happen, to the power of the Tube....
When we all relize it makes you a Boob.....

Tv... Not to fear...
You really can, get it all here!
(Pager: lines 17 to 34, from a total 46)POPO~LOVER IRIS shouts 'mOo'

Violence, porn and Lifeguards.............
Will make you Swet
and Quietly the Crongress
will sensor our Net!

Wake up my Friends.....
You know its true
It won't be long till there 's nothing to Do!

I found this entry on another talker and thought it was pretty neat!!!!

Butterfly


Author : Mr. Blonde <9220)
Category: Blah blah blah blah.. <4>
Subject : cross posting is cool
Written : 01/11/96.04:13am

WALKING THE COW (Daniel Johnston)

Tried to remember, but my feelings can't know for sure
Try to reach out, but it's gone...
But the stars in your eyes...
I'm walkin' the cow...
I really don't know how I came here...
I really don't know why I'm stayin' here...
Oh oh oh, I'm walkin' the cow...

Tried to point my finger, but the wind keeps blowin' me around
In circles...circles...
But the stars in your eyes...
I'm walkin' the cow...
I really don't know what I have to fear...
I really don't know why I have to care...
Oh oh oh, I'm walkin' the cow...
But the stars in your yes..

Author : TeAdO tHe MaN <28161>
Category: *I* think it's funny! <2>
Subject : men men
Written : 11/09/95.06:20pm

MAN, I'M GLAD I'M A MAN, MAN
Everyday I give thanks to God
I was born a man instead of a broad
When Oprah comes on, I turn off the TV
I don't shave my legs, I stand up to pee
I go to a barber, not a beauty salon
Don't pluck out my eyebrows just to draw them back on
Don't wax my pubes so I can wear shorts
I use my turn signal, I understand sports

Man, I'm glad I'm a man, man
Tell you the reason I am
I don't go through a faze every 28 days
Man, I'm glad I'm a man

I pay cash at the grocery, no checks or coupons
Don't take a lot of friends when I go the the john
I don't throw a fit when I break a nail
I don't buy a lot of shoes just because they're on sale
I don't apply makeup in my rear-view mirror
I don't think of Bambi when I'm out hunting deer
I drink beer from a bottle, not from a glass
I don't ask my friends about the size of my ass

Man, I'm glad I'm a man, man
Tell you the reason I am
I don't face the pain of water-weight gain
Man, I'm glad I'm a man

Let me tell you ladies
Listen to me ladies
I love those things inside of your blouse
I love your pretty faces
Your warm and soft embraces
But if I had my own two boobs, I'd never leave the house
I don't spend two hours getting ready for a date
I don't play with dolls unless they inflate
When someone asks me my age, I never lie
After sex in bed, my spot's always dry
I don't read about orgasms in Vogue magazines
I don't mind if my dates try to get in my jeans
I don't spend a fortune on French lingerie
This is the same underwear I wore yesterday

Man, I'm glad I'm a man, man
Tell you the reason I am
I don't take a pill, I don't use Massengill
Man, I'm glad I'm a man

Man, I'm glad I'm a man, man
Tell you the reason I am
I find Michael Bolton completely revoltin'
Man, I'm glad I'm a man



> I'm Glad I'm A Woman
> I'm glad I'm a woman, yes I am, yes I am
> I don't live off of Budweiser, beer nuts and Spam
> I don't brag to my buddies about my erections
> I won't drive to Hell before I ask for directions
> I don't get wasted at parties and act like a clown
> and I know how to put the damned toilet seat down!
> I won't grab your hooters, I won't pinch your butt
> my belt buckle's not hidden beneath my beer gut
> and I don't go around "readjusting" my crotch
> or yell like Tarzan when my head-board gets a notch
> I don't belch in public, I don't scratch my behind
> I'm a woman you see -- I'm just not that kind!
> I'm glad I'm a woman, I'm so glad I could sing
> I don't have body hair like shag carpeting
> It doesn't grow from my ears or cover my back
> When I lean over you can't see 3 inches of crack
> And what's on my head doesn't leave with my comb
> I'll never buy a toupee to cover my dome
> Or have a few hairs pulled from over the side
> I'm a woman, you know -- I've got far too much pride!
> And I honestly think its a privilege for me
> to have these two boobs and squat when I pee
> I don't live to play golf and shoot basketball
> I don't swagger and spit like a Neanderthal
> I won't tell you my wife just does not understand
> stick my hand in my pocket to hide that gold band
> or tell you a story to make you sigh and weep
> then screw you, roll over and fall sound asleep!
> Yes, I'm glad I'm a woman, a woman you see
> you can forget all about that old penis envy
> I don't long for male bonding, I don't cruise for chicks
> join the Hair Club For Men, or think with my dick
> I'm a woman by chance and I'm thankful it's true
> I'm so glad I'm a woman and not a man like you!


Author : Mr. Blonde: with a warm gun <9220>
Category: Love <43>
Subject : wash my love
Written : 01/12/96.01:15pm

WASH

Oh please, let it rain today
This city is so filthy, like my mind in ways
Oh, was a time, like a clean, new taste
Smiling eyes before me, inches from my face
Wash my love (2x)
Wash my love, yeah...

Sin the sale, buying just a need
Just who planted, all the devils seeds
And what the truth, and the truth that lies at home
It's on the inside, and I can't get it off, yeah...
Wash my love (2x)
Wash my love, yeah...

What's clean is pure, but hey, I'm white on the outside, though I stray
What she don't know today, might kill us both tomorrow, bring it back someway
Bring it back, bring it back bckto te clanfom, tothepue frm
Wash my lov (8)
Ooh...

Author : Diesel
Category: This damn...... <1>
Subject : do you love me?
Written : 01/12/96.02:21pm

me too

/pause

You really like, my limosene
You like the way, the wheels roll
You like my seven inch, leather heel
And going to, all of the shows, but...

Do You Love Me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Really love me?

You like the credit cards, and private planes
Money can really take you far
You like the hotels, and fancy clothes,
And the sound of electric guitars, but

Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Really love me?

You really like, rock and roll
All of the fame and the masquerade
You like the concerts, and studios
And all the money honey, that i make, but

Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
REally love me?

Your back stage pass and black sunglasses
Make you look just like a queen
Even the fans they know your face
From all of the magazines

But....

Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Really love me?




********************************************************************
MY VENT: I HATE GIRLS WHO USE GUYS FOR THEIR MONEY
********************************************************************


I...hurt myself today.
To see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain.
The only thing that's real.

The needle tears a hole.
The old familiar sting.
Tried to kill it all away.
But I remember everything.

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away, in the end...

You could have it all.
My empire of dirt
I will let you down.
I will make you hurt...

I wear this crown of shit.
Upon my liars chair.
Full of broken thoughts.
I can-not repair...

Beneath the stains of time.
The feelings disappear.
You are someone else
I am still right here...

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away...in the end.

You could have it all
My empire of dirt.
I will let you down.
I will make you hurt.

If I could start again
A million miles away.
I would keep myself.
I...would find...a way...


Nine Inch Nails - Hurt
Downward Spiral album


Author : i hate that
Category: Blah blah blah blah.. <4>
Subject : Okay. So you don't have to read it all, but you shoul
Written : 01/12/96.03:43pm

I hate reading the same entries three and four times. Two is okay...bu
tthree and four times c'mon......

Do I stress you out
My sweater is on backwards and inside out
And you say how appropriate
I don't want to dissect everything today
I don't mean to pick you apart you see
But I can't help it
There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off
Slap me with a splintered ruler ANd it would knock me to the floor if I
wasn't there already
If only I could hunt the hunter

And all I really want is some patience
A way to calm the angry voice
And all I really want is deliverance

Do I wear you out
You must wonder why I'm relentless and all strung out
I'm consumed by the chill of solitary
I'm like Estella
I like to reel it in and then spit it out
I'm frustrated by your apathy
ANd I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land
If only I could meet the Maker
And I am fascinated by the spiritual man
I am humbled by his humble nature

WHat I wouldn't give to find a soulmate
Someone else to catch this drift
ANd what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred

-----snip-----

All I really want is some peace man
A place to find a common ground
And all I really want is a wavelenght
All I really want is some comfort
A way to get my hands untied
And all I really want is some justice...


*bow*

If you made it this far.....c..)
It's my vent for this morning...my vent for the morning...
amanda


Author : Tiffany...The Spiffy Tiffy!
Category: Poetry <13>
Subject : right..
Written : 01/13/96.12:13pm

How do you say what you long to say
When your voice is a million miles away
When the one that holds you so close and dear
But he does not see when you shed a tear

How do you say what you long to say
When he is always a million miles away
When his hand is wrapped around you
But he does not know when you speak the untruth

How do you say what you long to say
When you are always a million miles away
When you are ready, but do not want to hurt him
But he does not know that you are uncertain

May not make sense ... but oh well right?

-Tiffy, the not so spiffy tiffy right now


Category: Its about time <17>
Subject : I like the way, you keep me looking forward...
Written : 01/16/96.10:56am

Sitting around
drinking a Latia'
thinking, "we're sain."

Watching the crowed
go 'round, listening
to the rain...

Pop your bubble
I scream out loud.
Your hair touches
your lips;
Sing, sing, let
me shine,
whispers the words
in a ryhme...

Nothing but not noise is heard in endless
time, like lime light
on a neon night;
reckless, motionless
only echo's of soundless
commotionless, speachless
like a singing angel,
touching the birth
of a newborn;
Where is the newborn?
No breath of fresh air?
No yearning for the touch of earthly
milk; Just the touch of satin silk
untarnished, unloved, silentness;
Keeps the dull air light in this
ageless midnight Flare.
Raging with such glare;
Yet only a single stare;

Only eye's as pure as your's
can light my way,
so look at me when I walk
so I may see today...



Title: Earthly Vow's...
Date: January 14, 1996.
Written By: Ulrick De Mey,
And: Dale Brasheer.


Author : Big Brown Beaver <16601>
Category: Short Shameful Confession <4>
Subject : lost like tears in rain
Written : 01/16/96.10:28pm

Standing in the rain
Washes the pain
Washes that stain
Into the drain
And like Kurt Cobain
"I'm on a plain
I can't complain"

Standing in the rain
Because I went insane
Keeps me humane
Because the memories remain
I highly disdain
Even when no one remembers my name
I will be out there with my cane
Standing in the rain


Author : BriteStar <19906>
Category: General <1>
Subject : Intruders
Written : 01/17/96.07:20pm

Intruders

The feelings come again; those that should not.
The seal must not have propersly been shut.
And like dark shadows are reaching from the wall
To mix me among them, their voices now call.

I panic and freeze as they come towards me
Their cold, laughing faces is all I can see.
I back up in the corner and drop to the floor
As they force now upon me and my emotions control.

I stare out the windown, tears upon my face
As I await the sunlight and warmth to embrace.
The night drags on without sign of an end,
As I endure my intruders till their morning's ascend.

How could they escape their tight sealed cage?
But my best seal they break with their ra,
As I endure my intruders till their morning's ascend.

How could they escape their tight sealed cage?
But my best seal they break with their rage
With the morning I must burry them deep,
And await till my seal no longer can keep.


Author : YNGBUTWIZE
Category: Short Stories <34>
Subject : Maybe a warning?
Written : 01/17/96.12:23pm

THE OLD WOMAN

The snow fell harder and harder but still the old woman pressed on.
She looked back on her life, and realized she'd never been near a warm
fire. All she had was a worn jacket and an old pair of sweats to keep
her warm. The snow still fell all around her; she then realized that this
was a blizzard and she needed to find a shelter and a warm fire, but she
knew that in her heart she would never be near a warm fire. As she was
walking, she bumped into a man. He made an offer to her. He told her he
would build a nice, warm fire for her and he would even give her a few
matches to last her at least part of the dreadful winter. All she had to
do was share an old blanket that she had. She agreed. She didn't know
why, in other situations like the present one she would have turned the
offer down, everybody else she had ever let walk into her life had always
wanted something more than they let on, and she was always the one getting
nothing. This man, she thought, was different. He had a certain look in
his eyes that she could not explain that made her trust him. He told her
to lie down and relax while he gathered wood for the fire. She fell
asleep. The next morning two hunters found her dead. She had nothing, no
jacket, no sweats, no blanket, and there wasn't even a trace of a fire.
The man had convinced her he would take care of her, and he ended up
leaving her to fend for herself. She turned out to be a 15 year old girl
with long blonde hair and green eyes. The name on her head stone read
"Jane Doe", for no one knew who she was. Nobody quite knew why she had
died, but everyone had their assumptions. One of them was that she had
always fought the snow and the cold and she just couldn't do it anymore
and she gave up and died. Others had said that she was just an old bum
that didn't care less if she died or not. She looked down from the
heavens upon them, and wished that she could have done better.


This is submitted in behalf of my 14 yr old daughter.
~thank you~


Author : Telcontar <115359>
Category: Who says poetry has to rhyme? <13>
Subject : The Sea
Written : 01/19/96.12:38am

I Sit By The Sea


I sit by the sea
Looking at the horizon
Thinking about the past
Analyzing my misstakes

I sit by the sea
Listining to the waves lap
Searching for comfort in the sound

I sit by the sea
Looking at the stars
Thinking about the future
Looking at the choices I fear to make

I sit by the sea
Watching the moon set
Woundering 'bout tomorrow
And what will come at me next

I sit by the sea
Listining to the waves lap
Searching for comfort in the sound

Tel.


Author : TwoBit <125520>
Category: I may be an angel but I'm no saint <19>
Subject : Mobius
Written : 01/19/96.08:57am

as it has happened
so many times before
i met a person
that i love

as it has happened
so many times before
he will care
and even come to love me

as it has happened
so many times before
we will laugh together
and cry on eachothers shoulder

as it has happened
so many times before
we will become so close
and know eachother so well

as it has happened
so many times before
we will disagree
and we will argue

as it has happened
so many times before
we will make up
and once again be happy

as it has happened
so many times before
he'll say that our love is forever
and i will trust him

as it has happened
so many times before
we will come to a place
and not reach agreement

as it has happened
so many times before
he will leave me
and not return

as it has happened
so many times before
i will cry
and i will heal

as it has happened
so many times before
i will meet a person
that i love


-Angelina
Dedicated to someone special


Author : amanda <114146>
Category: |) <------this is what i look like now <13>
Subject : I'm real tired. Sleepy tired, and tired too.
Written : 01/20/96.05:07am

Hey I found a poem sorta thing. Dunno where it came from, but it's in my
writing, so I know it used to be mine:
/pause

Party hardy
Rock N Roll
Drink a keg
Smoke a bowl
We are stoners
We have class
Mess with us
We kick ass...

We are stoners
Proud and true
We somke dope
And grow it too
We know one way
We will die
And on that day
We'll be high...

Life's a bitch
And then we die
So fuck it all
Lets get high...
/pause

Poetry forum maybe?
/pause

Nu uh.


Author : Mr. Metaphysics
Category: Divination Techniques <8>
Subject : So what is many of not?
Written : 01/22/96.11:25pm

NOT SO MANY



The world of supposedly spiritual people is full of
unconsciously hypocritical people.
A self-centred aspirant to higher consciousness was
visiting a Sufi centre and paused to speak to the keeper of
the gate.
"I was reflecting", he said, "how few of us know how
many true seekers of the Truth there are in this world...."
"I have been looking after this gate for half a century,
and I can tell you something about it" said the other man.
"Really? Then how many are there?"
"'One fewer than you think there are."



Author: Idries Shah
Book Title: A Veiled Gazelle "Seeing how to See"
Copyright (c) 1978 by Idries Shah


uAuthor : LadyBlue <115410>
Category: Love <43>
Subject : For Him
Written : 01/23/96.01:34am

For Him:

I catch my breath
as your lips brush across my neck
where it blends
into my shoulder.
Your touch
as you cup my breasts
like soft rain on my skin.
The warmth spreads
through my body
like a wave
growing stonger.
My desire for you
Is overwhelming.
I can hardly breath.
The anticipation...

Did you know..
that your touch causes this?
My love?

Did you know?



LadyBlue


Author : LadyBlue <115410>
Category: Love <43>
Subject : seize life
Written : 01/23/96.02:26am

Seize Life!

Race the wind
Ride the wave
Seize life and discover
all of the gifts life has to offer
Love
Laughter
Sorrow
Joy
Ectasy
Fantasy
Fun
Smiles
Fear
You learn from these
Choose how you will live
How will you respond to the gifts?

You cannot always control
what occurs during a time
You choose and control your response.
Those choices
Determine your life
Give back to life
the rewards of your endeavors.

Seize life!
for it is short in time
but long in memories

Seize life!
for the most precious gifts you will receive
is that of learning to do for yourself,
and that of giving to others.

LadyBlue


Author : Mulder <25861>
Category: general insanity <1>
Subject : fdsdfsd
Written : 01/23/96.04:36pm

'dsadsa


For some reason I remeber the girl who died in the park where I used to
play. I can still remember when the word murder was vague and rape was a
series of familiar letters in a foriegn word. I wondered about her a lot.
Was she pretty? Was she nice? I was just a kid and back then these things
mattered. I had no idea what to think and life went on. A couple years
later, a stray preposition sparked the memory again. It might have been
the child molester who used his teaching skill to "get closer" to his
students but I don't remeber. I started thinking about her fear and her
death and how lonely and scared she must have been. I asked why but I was
to young to figure out the answer. Ten years later I've moved to a strange
state, broken all my ties, met new people. The desert seems like the kind
of place where people lose themselves and sometimes staring out at the
mountains I feel more alone then ever. I listen to the news and hear a
story about the rape of a woman by fourteen youths. My face flushed, my
fists clenched. I began to realize then that there weren't enough psychos
in the world to commit the incredible amount of astrocities going on every
day. I couldn't blame it on the fringe anymore. The criminals are you and
me and all the people around us. The ignorance, naiveity, the blindness of
the masses could be condoned no longer. We let this happen. All of us. We
contribute to world inhumanity. If you think just because you don't commit
a crime your absolved of guilt, think again.


Author : andyfish <11946>
Category: Comments <3>
Subject : worship the machine you slaves
Written : 01/24/96.12:06am

And since some of you no doubt worship this glowing idol, here's a little
prayer for you: (I didn't write most of this, so you may recognize it)

The Superuser's Prayer

Our Processor which art in netspace,
Hallowed be thy name
Thy data come.
Thy will be done in keyboard, as it is in
remote server
Give us this day our daily e-mail
And forgive us our user errors, as we forgive
our programmer's bugs
And lead us not into usenet, but
deliver us from lag
For thine is the domain.organization, and the T1, and The Web Page, for
ever. --Send


Author : DREAMER <12918>
Category: Nightmare <37>
Subject : COULD IT BE FATE
Written : 01/25/96.06:35pm



Destruction, hate, power
A poor man's fate
Blood, scattered bones, empty graves
Who raves in this carnage?
of broken homes?
Unborn child's wicked cry
like a fly on the dead masses
Death, life
a new born's first breath
hushed by artillary in the air
fire which burns the nights sky
scorched like a plane freshly crashed
Smash, trash, bash
as the young wooden soldier falls in the ash....
tormented souls buried in the after math.....
oh child of the new age
dreaming of writing life's next page
thinking the world is your open stage....
like a mage, preparing a good knight for battle...
Rage burns in the open heart....
like two bodies clashing in the sheets...
trying helplessly to cheat the fates of war....
Bloody almost savage, like a flegling from an egg....
almost as the bodies that lay a mist were tiny pegs...
floating helplessly in the morning dew....
crashing ever so much down on the whining soul...
asking for No more.....



"WAR"
January 25, 1996
DREAMER


Author : Nomad the Wanderer <43797>
Category: smegma <24>
Subject : New tunes
Written : 01/27/96.04:22pm

My cousin just brought over a new CD made by some friends of his.
After reading the lyrics of one one song, I thought I'd post it here,
seems like the right place. The group is Freudian Slip.



Pull My Finger

Puppet in the "Big seat"
Greed pulling his strings
Read lips? BITE ME!
I'm tired of kissing my knees
Slow change or no change
Same game new name
The last idiots to blame
Were going back to start again!

You're not impressing me
With your facts & figures
You want respect from me?
PULL MY FINGER!!

Draft dodging druggy
Leader of the country
Liberal military
nobody asked me

You're not impressing me
With your facts & figures
You want respect from me?
PULL MY FINGER!!

(Christian Henry)

CDs & tapes are available in music stores

/pause
I guess these guys are Republicans....KEWL!!


Author : BAWNG <11878>
Category: Bawngmania!!!!!! <6>
Subject : guns
Written : 01/26/96.11:36pm

time to scrape
but oh well
ill escape
from this hell
not for long
but that will work
cause right now i feel
like a jerk
i hate being this way
and so do others
so lets get high
all our brothers
the time we spend
its so harsh
the resin i smoke
does the job
tomorrow is yet
another day
time to work
time to play
but i dont care
i do the best i can
dont give me crap
ill beat you with a pan
bawng


Author : Particle Man <9220>
Category: Head injury survivors of phoenix <61>
Subject : bloodletting
Written : 01/31/96.04:28am

Darkening of the Light
======================

Like a gohst - is teh curtain
In the white light of morning-
Dancing in the morning
Are you there - are you there?
And a shadow - like a sadness
Falling all across the garden
Dancing in the garden
Are you there, are you there?

Shine on, friend. Goodnight
Why then the darkening of the light?

And the leaves at my feet
Whisper sounds so familliar
Whisper so familliar-
Are you there? Are you there?

Shine on, friend. Goodnight
Why then the darkening of the light?

Where the clouds pull apart
And the moon changes faces
In the quiet secret places
Are you there? Are you there?
J. Napolitano


Author : MAS
Category: Poetry <13>
Subject : pro life
Written : 01/31/96.03:14pm

The seed planted
By way of a passionate embrace,
The fruit ripe in nine month's time.
Unless unwanted,
And the keeper of the life inside
Allows her ignorace to intrude in unethical disgrace.


Author : Mulder <25861>
Category: a category for literate weasel torturers <2>
Subject : hate's a strong word, I use it often
Written : 01/31/96.02:28pm

'fadsfsdf


Oh how he cried, you should have heard it
That blubbering, blithering, cracking voice
I sit in an elusive gloom, and grin
I grin the grin of the damned, the sharp grin
The cutting grin that can't be seen
I laugh and whisper "You're so pretty when you're pleading."
His cries, like angels with their wings
Twisted into straw begging God for death
"Beg God for death." I whisper.
His skin seperates like latex underneath my surgeon's caress
"Do you know what sixty miles does to a child?" I whisper.
I show him by breaking his fingers to the wrist
Peeling his eyes with a piece of dirty aluminum
Cutting out his heart with a knife made from pigs bone
And drowning him in toilet water
Not even that different from the canal
Where six years were broken and thrown to oblivion
For one second of dark velocity



-I wrote this for someone I never met
Some revisions that I thought were necissary


Author : TWILIGHT <45385>
Category: Ripped black fishnets... <18>
Subject : For a Mother
Written : 02/01/96.01:25am

Another poem that I wrote:

For a Mother
The porcelain ghost
She lives in the attic
She lives in their dreams
They gave her flowers
In childhood
They loved her
They now are afraid
Her eyes can't close
Her back can't bend
She will still watch over them
They can't leave
And she won't die
When they close the box
When they try to hide it
She still screams
-JB


Author : Aqualung <76766>
Category: Some assembly required <58>
Subject : friends
Written : 02/02/96.04:32pm

I never watch the show, "Friends," but Taz and made me watch a
scene from an episode a week or two ago ... there was this ditzy blonde
lady with a guitar singing to a group of first or second grade children:

"Hi! I want to sing a song about Grandparents!"



"Now Grandma's a person whom everyone likes

She brought you a train and a shiny new bike

But lately she hasn't been coming to dinner

Last time you saw her she looked so much thinner

Now your mom and your dad said she moved to Peru

But the truth is she died and someday you will too."


/PAUSE

Ok ... it doesn't sound that funny now, but if you had seen it maybe. At
the time, we backed the tape up and watched it like 5 or 6 times. My eyes
were swollen shut from laughing so hard. Or maybe it was the expression
on the kids's faces. I don't know. I never watch that show anyway.

AL ;)


Author : "Anngie Davis" <115901@ef.ev.maricopa.edu>
Written : 02/02/96.08:21pm
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Anngie Davis aka HONEY, VeNuS, HeAvEn, MoNKeY, Anjetti, etc...*laugh*
115901@ef.ev.maricopa.edu


'Well I've got no where left to go...
And no one really cares...
I don't know what to do...
But I'm never giving up on you...' Heaven by Warrant

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'I will always be there,
Timeless and true,
I will always be there,
Each minute with you.
Timeless................................... by Ulrick Antoine De Mey


'The Sunlight grows dim
Sets the mood for the night
Passion fills the air
It seems the moment is right
A raging fire
Takes them higher and higher
Their flesh becomes one
Filled with buring desire
Lips touch together
Their tongues intertwine
Pants turn to whispers
The desire burns hot
Becoming higher and higher
And then calm...all is calm'
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Author : Particle Man <9220>
Category: Head injury survivors of phoenix <61>
Subject : baby
Written : 02/06/96.05:11am

DR. BERNICE
==================
Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice.
She is not a lady doctor at all.
She's got hands like a man.
With hair on the back.
She'll crush you with her embrace.

Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes
We all need a kind place to live.
Though the wind may whisper and howl at your door
We all need the comfort of friends.

Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice.
That ain't a real cadillac.
It's a delta 88 spray painted black
with fake leather seats from Juarez

Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes
On a hot desert night it is still.
Though the world may whisper and howl at your door
You're not obliged to let them all in.


Baby don't you ride in that faux cadillac
If you must please ride in the back.
If you sing while you ride you'll be a siren tonight.
Spare this poor sailor's life from the rocks.

Though the wind may whisper a melody now.
We can't find a tune of our own.
Though the world may whisper and blow in your face
and tangle the hair on your head.

On a hot desert night
We can drive down the road
And the stars will spell out your name.
On a hot desert night with
the windows down wide.
The sirens will sing me their song.

And the ghosts of the sailors
who died on the rocks
Feel not a twitch of regret.
Though the wind may tangle the hair on your head.
You sing like a siren to me.
On a hot desert night
The caravan stops at the oasis next to your heart.
The soundtrack is played by some aged
British queen on BBC radio one.

Though the wind my whisper and epic sometime
the cast must include Karen Black.
Though the symphony strings shifts with the sand.
You sing like a siren to me.

You sing like a siren to me.
You sing like a siren to me.

David Lowry


From: IN%"MarySue@world.std.com" "Mary Suzanne" 1-DEC-1995 07:05:10.56

A Choice

If allowed to love just one
Then I choose that there be none
For I would have to blind my eye
And memories of you deny

My ears could hear no waterfall
Or respond to a sweet child's call
And I would always have to state
My loves before you were mistakes

Since none of that was ever true
I cannot give my love to you

Mary Sue

The Contest is the North American Open Amateur Poetry Contest.
The deadline for entry is November 30, 1995. BUT another contest
begins December 1, l995. The contest is open to EVERYONE and the
entry is FREE! (Worldwide competition)

They are especially looking for poems from new and UNPUBLISHED poets.
They have a ten year history of offering large prizes.
This year they will offer $24,000 in prizes.

ANYONE may enter the competition by sending ONLY ONE Original poem,
any subject, any style to:
The National Library of Poetry
11419 Cronridge Drive
PO Box 704-6153
Owings Mills, MD 21117
USA

The Poem should be no more than 20 lines and the poet's name and address
must appear on the top of the page. Entries must be postmarked
by November 30, 1995. Each poem received will be acknowledged, usually within 7
seven weeks. Every poet who enters will receive an evaluation of the
artistry of his/her poem. A new contest starts December 1.

In addition, many submitted poems will be considered in one of the National
Library's forthcoming hardbound anthologies. These are sought after source
books for poetic talent.

----
I do not know the deadline for the new contest. I will try to find out and
let you know. Is your name Dutch? I am 25% Dutch. :-)

Cheers and tot ziens (Dutch for see ya later!)

Mary Sue


Author : Plucky yup I am poetic..too <20453>
Category: Day dream <36>
Subject : I can write.....
Written : 02/09/96.03:50pm




Everlasting Love
/pause
/pause
Her Touch sends shivers soaring through me....
Her voice calms me and washes over me.....
She needs me, she wants me, I need her....

Our love is endless, and burns as bright as the sun.....
Together we will live tomorrow , as if it were.....
our last day with one another...

And we will treat the days after that all the same...
Together we are one and the rest of the world
is nonexistent. Until time is stripped away from us...
We will remain together forever.....
/pause
Plucky poetic little ducky
1996


Author : Jareth the Goblin King... Poetry is <17547>
Category: Nightmare <37>
Subject : -= To the pain of sickness... =-
Written : 02/09/96.07:20pm

With painful agony I move my limbs...
with woeful terror I think again...
awakening to that which I hope will end...
the morning of sickness and taint...

I shift myself to wakefulness...
trying to work out the stiffness...
trying think it shall all go away...
only to grumply wish i would faint...

Want nothing more than to be cured...
wanting only the soothing lure...
of some healing art...
or maybe the healing hands of a saint...

In the end I lie in bed...
bitterly wishing I was dead...
awaiting for my body to heal...
for only it can fix illness I feel...

x Jareth


Author : Aqualung <76766>
Category: smegma <24>
Subject : Ode to Drivel
Written : 02/11/96.05:27pm


Ode to Drivel

Drivel, Drivel, everywhere,
And nada drop of think.
Drivel here and Drivel there,
It's no wonder that I drink!


/PAUSE


Andyfish is not like chat,
As anyone can see ...
So tell me why is it that
It's never Drivel free?


/PAUSE


It's simply meant to entertain
Those who come and visit.
And it doesn't take much of a brain
To know what's fit and isn't.


/PAUSE


So post away if you please
But make it fun to read!
Or otherwise we'll lose our lease,
And have nowhere else to breed.


/PAUSE


Newbies come and Newbies go,
And some become a "user" ...
Others make me want to bellow:
"YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING LOSER!"


> Author : The Real Diesel <59584>
> Category: The Truth? <3>
> Subject : DIESEL
> Written : 02/09/96.12:20am
>
Smoke Some Pot

Hark! What is this creature thine eyes have met?
Who is this that walks so boldly, so graceful?
Who is this that is so strong and powerful, yet so timid and shy?
Who is this that beauty hath given a name?

She laughs while happy, she cries when upset.
She worries at many things, yet is content in each one.
She bears pains that no man could overcome.
And with just a simple smile,
She brings forth a light that no sun could ever match.

He needs to be gentle, and graceful with each touch.
He needs to study Her mind, body, and dreams.
He should respect Her wants and desires, for these are many.
He should give and show Her love, for this is what she needs.
He should smile in Her presence, for She is a Woman.
And She is nature's best.


Happy St. Valentine's Day,


diesel boy

(Now who deserves to carry this name?)


Author : Gemini the little Shaw-t
Category: Ssssssscccccccrrrrreeeeeaaaaaammmm <1>
Subject : cupids nightmare
Written : 02/13/96.09:41pm

YUP! Im in the writing mood again...and since my class was SOOOOOOO
boring, I have put together a poem in honor of...Valentines Day :)
(Gag...Gag) anyway, this is just a little something stupid i thought i
would share with you...its called


CUPID'S NIGHTMARE

/pause

A day meant for love
A day meant for happiness
One day a year
That starts with a kiss

A day for lovers
Wheather young or old
One day a year
Fallen into the mold

A day some enjoy
A day I despise
One day a year
I'm reminded of the lies

A day meant for us
Although, us is no more
One day a year
You left me for that whore

A day you should be here
A day you stay away
One day a year
You decided to play

A day you say you love me
Yet you tell another lie
One day a year
I finally say goodbye




TA_DA!!! AND NO THIS DID NTO


Author : Particle Man <9220>
Category: They're closing in! <95>
Subject : dark side of the moon
Written : 02/14/96.02:22am

Brain Damage
=============

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paperboy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane

You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout but no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon


Roger Waters 1973


Author : PEBBLES <112836>
Category: IRONMAN's MIGHTY THING! <13>
Subject : LOVE
Written : 02/16/96.10:05am

This may not the place to put this, but the way I am feeling right now, I
don't care. You don't have to read this if you don't want to. And if you
are in a really good relationship, I would advise against it. So here goes:


A HEART IS NOT A PLAY THING
A HEART IS NOT A TOY
BUT I FYOU WANT IT BROKEN
JUST GIVE IT TO A BOY.

BOYS LOVE TO PLAY WITH THINGS
TO SEE WHAT MAKES THEM RUN
BUT WHEN IT COME TO LOVING,
THEY DO IT JUST FOR FUN.

BOYS NEVER GIVE THEIR HEARTS AWAY
THEY JUST PLAY YOU FOR A FOOL
BUT WHEN YOU GIVE YOUR HEART TO THEM,
THEY START TO PLAY IT COOL.

YOU'LL WONDER IF HE LOVED YOU
YOU'LL WONDER IF IT'S TRUE.
ONE MOMENT YOU'LL BE HAPPY,
THE NEXT MOMENT YOU'LL BE BLUE.

AND IF YOU DARE TO CALL HIM,
YOUR HEART BEGINS TO DANCE.
YOUR LIFE REVOLVES AROUND HIM,
THERE'S NOTHING LIKE ROMANCE.

AND THEN IT STARTS TO HAPPEN,
YOU WONDER DAY AND NIGHT.
YOU SEE MY FRIEND, YOU'RE LOSING HIM,
IT NEVER TURNS OUT RIGHT.

LOVE IS FUN, BUT IT HURTS SO MUCH
THE PRICE IS MUCH TO HIGH.
IF I HAD A CHOICE BETWEEN LOVE OR DEATH,
I THINK I'D RATHER DIE.

SO WHEN I SAY DON'T FALL IN LOVE,
YOU'LL HURT BEFORE YOU'RE THROUGH,
I OUGHT TO KNOW, YOU SEE
I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU.


MY LOVE FOR YOU IS FOREVER,
I HOPE YOU UNDERSATND.
BUT WHEN I GAVE MY HEART TO YOU
I THOUGHT YOU WERE A MAN.


AUTHOR UNKNOWN


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: a category for literate weasel torturers <2>
Subject : Days of Old
Written : 02/09/96.08:01am

In days of old
When men got cold
The ladies cam a running
With furs and such to keep
Them satisfied
BUT
In days of old
When the ladies got cold
All they got was
The shaft.


Author : Aqualung <76766>
Category: Aqualung <76>
Subject : A Valentine's Day Story
Written : 02/14/96.09:39am

It looked just like a hand grenade, except larger. I found it while
digging in the field behind my house and I carried it inside and scrubbed
away as much of the dirt and grime as I could. Underneath all of the crud
was a shiny oblate spheroid covered with esoteric markings. I'm not
exactly sure why, but I knew it was old. Very old. It had that feel
about it that old things have. How old, I had no idea. Maybe ancient.

It sat on the counter for more than a week. Every so often, I would pick
it up and stare at it and turn it over and over in my hands trying to make
some sense of it. The pin with the ring sticking out of the top bothered
me. I wanted to pull it out and see what would happen, but I was afraid
to. Yet I couldn't help wondering what would happen if I did. And I also
knew I would eventually do so. Because I'm like that. Curiosity killed
the cat. I knew that someday it would kill me.

I took the shining orb and drove west into the desert. On up into the
hills until I could go no further. And then I climbed and climbed until I
was atop the highest peak. I sat for a long, long time with the orb (I
had been calling it that for some time now) nestled in my lap, my fingers
caressing the ring, knowing what I was going to do. And finally I couldn't
resist the urge anymore ... I tugged on the ring and the pin slid smoothly
from it's socket.

The resultant flash radiated outward at the speed of light. For thousands
of miles, people were drenched in a rainbow of colors. Photons of every
frequency of the electromagnetic spectra saturated the entire planet and
spread onward to eventually illuminate the entire universe at the end of
time. And the look of surprise that was frozen on the peoples faces
slowly turned to wonder. And they stared at one another with a new
understanding and insight. And the looks of wonder became smiles of joy.

/PAUSE




It was a love bomb ...




/PAUSE



Happy Valentine's Day to all the folks of andyfish from Aqualung ;)


Author : Particle Man <9220>
Category: Where Bakery? <38>
Subject : Recorded by the misfits...lyrics by Glenn Danzig
Written : 02/16/96.12:52pm

DIE DIE MY DARLING
------------------
Die, die, die my darling
Don't utter a single word
Die, die, die my darling
Just shut your pretty mouth

I'll be seeing you again
I'll be seeing you in Hell

Don't cry to me oh baby
Your future's in an oblong box, yeah
Don't cry to me oh baby
Should have seen it a-comin' on
Don't cry to me oh baby
I don't know it was in your power
Don't cry to me oh baby
Dead-end girl for a dead-end guy
Don't cry to me oh baby
Now your life drains on the floor
Don't cry to me oh baby

Die, die, die my darling
Don't utter a single word
Die, die, die my darling
Just shut your pretty mouth

I'll be seeing you again
I'll be seeing you in Hell

Don't cry to me a baby
Your future is in an oblong box
Don't cry to me oh baby
Should have seen the end a-comin' on, a-comin'
Don't cry to me oh baby
I don't know it was in your power
Don't cry to me oh baby
Dead-end girl for a dead-end guy
Don't cry to me oh baby
Now your life drains on the floor
Don't cry to me oh baby

Die, die, die my darling
Don't utter a single word
Die, die, die my darling
Shut your pretty mouth

I'll be seeing you again
I'll be seeing you in Hell

Don't cry to me oh baby
Die, die, die my darling
Don't cry to me oh baby
Die, die, die my darling
Die, die, die my darling
Die, die, die my darling

Die, die, die, die, die, die....


Author : Particle Man <9220>
Category: Where Bakery? <38>
Subject : more misfits
Written : 02/16/96.12:54pm

MOMMY, CAN I GO OUT AND KILL TONIGHT?
-------------------------------------
Singled out the kids who are mean to me
Get straight A's but they still make fun
I don't give a, I'll laugh last

Stayed in every night
Do my homework so I'll be smart
Girls all say I'm a little fucked

Mommy I'm a good boy
Mommy I'm a fuckin' savior
Mommy I'm alive

Mommy, can I go out and kill tonight

Rip the veins from human necks
Until they're wet with life
Razor-blades love teenage flesh
An epidermoty
I'll bring back a souvenir
For it's my mommy's dream

Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight

Killed a girl on lovers' lane
I kept her toes and teeth
Every night I stalk around until I find my keep
I'll bring back a souvenir
For it's my mommy's dream

Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight

Killed a girl on lover's lane
I kept her toes and teeth
Every night I stalk around until I find my keep
I'll bring back a souvenir
For it's my mommy's dream

Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight
Kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight
Kill tonight, kill tonight

Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight
Kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight
Kill tonight, kill tonight

Mommy


-----All songs Copyright 1984 Hellbent Music


Author : Particle Man <9220>
Category: tie wraps <81>
Subject : alice
Written : 02/18/96.02:58am

she walks naked through the willows
she's innocent
she's youth
her name is alice
it's always appealed to me
do you think we're all like that?

actually i'd rather be a prostitute than care for lepers
they'd be lucky, those men
the bell is ringing
the birds are singing

i'm getting awefully tired waiting for him
oh joy
oh wonderfull
another beautiful day at the nunnery


Author : Nomad <43797>
Category: Mindless drivel to be deleted <2>
Subject : Piece of Mine
Written : 02/18/96.04:47am

Came to me one rainy evening,
Warmer than the setting sun,
Took my love by the trigger,
Shot me like a gun,
Held me like a baby,
She laughed at my tears,
She said, "Now love, don't you worry"...
Made everything so clear,
She's all right, She's all right
She's got piece of mine...
She smiles like Mona Lisa,
Laughs like the sun,
Kisses like the greatest lover
The world has ever known,
Dance like Ginger Rogers,
Sings like a nightingale,
Makes love like an angel,
Cause my soul to wail,
She's all right, She's all right...
She's got piece of mine.
(W. Nelson)

Entry : 3004 (20578 words)
Author : Ulrick Antoine Demey <9398>
Category: Sent <3>
Subject : VOLUME 3, 1-POETRY OF . OTHER PEOPLE3;*
Written : 04/22/96.06:47pm

Subject : 1- poetry of other People Volume 3
Written : 02/24/96.03:31pm


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| From : Dan Bostwick |
| Royal Hydran Navy, Expeditionary Fleet |
| Cmmdr: IRQ-102 H.M.S. Trident |
| |
| dm_bostwick@sunyit.edu |
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---------- Forwarded message ----------
Date: Tue, 14 Nov 1995 15:12:27 -0500 (EST)
From: Peter N. Podloski
To: humor -- Anthony Podloski ,
Subject: Twas the night.....on the Army base


Twas the Night Before Christmas at Ft. Campbell

Twas the night before Christmas,
and all over post
everybody was speeding,
and all loved to boast.

As they sped out the gates,
they shouted with glee,
"The MPs are slow,
they'll never catch me."

With my book full of tickets,
and radar in hand,
I set out to write
every knob in the land.

I scratched my forehead,
and pondered a bit,
Texas and Chaffee
is where I would sit.

I'd no sooner set up,
and tested the gun
when I heard the whining
of the faithful K-1.

Then 20, then 30, then 40,
then more,
I reached for the radio,
"Stop outbound Gate 4."

With my blue lights a flashing,
I raced towards the gate
in hopes that I
would not be too late

As I pulled in behind it,
I stared with dismay.
The guys at the gate
had stopped a red sleigh.

I bit my lip,
as I said with a sneer,
"traffic stop...gate four,
....on nine tiny deer."

He was a jolly fat man,
dressed all in red,
with empty beer cans
piled up in his sled.

His nose was bright red,
his eyes twinkled a bit,
it was not hard to tell
that Santa was lit!

"Santa, you've got no license
for your sleigh or your deer.
Step out of the sled
and move to the rear."

He failed every test,
then did he fuss,
with a mouth like a sailor,
he started to cuss.

He was cursing at me,
and cursing at others,
and then made a comment concerning my mother.

"Santa," I said,
"You don't deserve any slack
put your hands on the trunk
and walk your feet back."

He started to boil
and then acted tough
so we spun him around
and slapped on the cuffs.

As I cuffed him
I heard him say to himself,
"You're just hassling me
because I'm an elf."

Kicking and fighting
we threw him in back,
impounded his sleigh
and took his reindeer to SAC.

When we got to the station,
he was raising all hell
and it shook the whole building
when he was thrown in the cell.

He wanted a lawyer
and he blew a two-four
and then Mrs. Claus
showed up at the door.

He left with his wife,
in a very quiet way,
and we gave him back
his deer and the sleigh.

The news would soon spread,
all over the land,
about the night at Ft. Campbell,
when Santa got slammed.

And I was the bad guy,
some people would say
for stopping the old elf
in his bright crimson sleigh.

And I heard him shout
as they drove out of sight,
"Don't expect any toys
under your tree tonight!"
--


/--..___/--.. Peter N.F. Podloski
../.. O o /../ upnp@sunyit.edu upnp@meow.csci.sunyit.edu
( o ) SUNY Institute of Technology at Utica/Rome
-----U---------------------------------------------------
Do artificial plants need artificial water?





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Author : Mary Suzanne
Subject : A Poem
Written : 11/17/95.01:13pm

Choices

If allowed to love only one
Then I choose that there be none
For I would have to blind my eyes
And even memories of you deny

My ears could hear no waterfalls
Or respond to a sweet childs calls
And I would always have to state
My loves before you were mistakes

But none of that was ever true
So I cannot give my love to you.


Mary Sue

Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: Revalations <6>
Subject : Mindless Thoughts
Written : 11/21/95.10:23am

Colors spin, sparkle
Going down, going up
Side to side
Around in circles
Making boxes
Making squares
Ever changing
Never the same
Always the same
Always different

Music spin, sparkling
Going down, going up
Side to side
Around in circles
Making boxes
Making squares
Ever changing
Never the same
Always the same
Always different

Such is life
The game
The play
The hopes
The fears
Changing shapes
Drifting
Spinning

Hope and fear
Love and hate
Making squares
Making boxes
See the difference
See the sameness
Never ending
Never stopping
Hope to die
Yet to live

Sleep the sleep
Of a thousand years
Color mingle
As to touch
Yet separate
From the bunch
Years of sorrow
Words to come
As music
Upon your finger tips.

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: Crazy places your hormones take you <12>
Subject : Alone
Written : 11/21/95.10:06am

*sighs*

So here I sit
Lost in time
And space
Dreaming of the
Day I have love
Here in my arms.

All alone
So very lonely
Loved by some
Yet not wanted
By them.

Slave to none
Longing to serve
Desiring to hold
Caresses and care
For one alone.

All alone
All my life
Should be use to it
But I am
A slave to love
And have none.

So here I sit
Lost in time
And space
Dreaming of the
Day that I have
Love here in my arms
Yet knowing
It will never happen.

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: Mindless drivel to be deleted <2>
Subject : Man of Mystery
Written : 11/21/95.06:47pm

Man of myster let me know you.
Let me get close to you.
Express yourself, let your inter-most
Feeling be exposed/
Feel free to cry, laugh, get angry
In front of me.
If you become afrid, tired, or
Want to give up, it's alright.
I will not turn my back on you.

Man of mystery let me know you.
Let is become of one mind,
Joining to become one being.
Knowing of each others goals,
Likes, dislikes, and fears.
Forgiving each others past mistakes
Then forgetting them, never to
Bring tjem up again.

Man of mystery, let me know you.
In a way no one else knows you,
And I will let you do the same to me.
We'll will learn about each othr, inside out.
Reaching deep within our souls,
Touching each others spirits.
Man of mystery let me know you.


Author : [BoX] third base <40907>
Subject : doesn't make cents
Written : 11/20/95.07:35pm

i saw you doing it Nun

you lye and dye
you ryhme with crime
and you shall pay
oh yes...on day
and then we shall see
why hotdogs don't pee


Author : Pallas Athena
Subject : Magic
Written : 11/21/95.09:23pm

I run in and I run out like the wind.

*************************************************************************


You say you want PASSION!!!
You say you want SEX!!!
Just close your eyes
And let me work
My magic

But don't blink,
Or I'll be gone.
And the only magic
That will be left is
The one that works
Inside your mind


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: Prophetic visions of the cataclysmic end <63>
Subject : This Day And Age
Written : 11/21/95.07:28pm


In this day of baby selling,
Killing fellow mankind.
I wonder how could we
Have turned so stupid.

Pollution, injustice, and war
Rule our planet.
Greed, hate, and envy
Rule our souls.

The time has come to
Get things right.
Things of what we are
Leaving our children.
When did we lose our values?
Our goals?

Our generation was going
To set the world straight.
Clean up the world,
Stamp out hate and
Bring in love,
Save the animals
Were our battle cries.
Where did they go?

We have sold our souls
For all that glitters
All that shines.

We look down our noses
At the younger generation
The same way we were looked at.
I wonder why?

Don't you see our old
Values in them?
I hope and pray that
This generation doesn't
Turn its back on their beliefs.

And maybe, if we are lucky
The world will become
A better place to live.


Author : Taz <81250>
Category: This category doesn't suck <13>
Subject : Denny's Experience Part II
Written : 11/23/95.06:16pm

The moment you have all been waiting for......


The Denny's Experience
Part II

We had gone to the break, and had a blast,
We went to Denny's and sat on our ass.
We took all teir tables, laughing a bit.
The manager came in, and about took a shit.
We had to wait for 45 minutes, the cook was stalled.
Our waiter was dumb, boring, rude and bald.
He took our orders, and got all screwed up.
Derrick brought J.I.B., while James froze a cup.
The manager was pissed, and made Derrick leave.
They didn't catch him quick enough, he probably had to heave.
That place is hell, the service was bad.
If you get angry quick, you'll definitely get mad.
No chess, or checkers. Parcheesi or Risk.
If you play these games, you'll die realy quick.
So be forewarned travellers nigh....
The people at Denny's smoke crack to get high.
-Taz


Author : PATA the ManChild <114577>
Category: singing lampshades <89>
Subject : RESIST
Written : 11/22/95.01:02pm

Start with a song
The cotton is gone
Sililoqoy goes on
Look to the mirror
Only a stranger
Stares at me
Through the iridescant eyes
Of a girl I once knew
I love everything about you
I just don't love you.


ManChild, PATA the...


Author : Mary Suzanne
Subject : Poem
Written : 11/21/95.08:15pm

Thoughts

I do not think I want a lover
Or new sunsets to discover

What I prefer is the steady face
Of Friendship's kiss and warm embrace

For that I would exchange a lover
For he would soon be just another

But Friendships last and bring the light
To Worth's deep promise in the night.


Mary Sue


Author : Aqualung <76766>
Category: A new world order <60>
Subject : thanksgiving is depressing for so many
Written : 11/23/95.08:34pm

On the way back from the Zoo today (yes, it was open ... the animals have
to eat every day, it seems), I bought a Grapevine from a guy on the corner
of Dunlap and the freeway. I only had 50 cents (I would have given him
more if I had some) and gave it to him and wished him "Happy
Thanksgiving." As he turned away, he mumbled under his breath "Yeah,
right." Then the light turned green and I drove off. And I felt sad.
Not guilty, but sad. Sad for all the people that don't have as much as I
do. And I started thinking socialist thoughts. And I mentally divided
the gross economic output of all the combined countries of the world and
divided that mind-boggling number by the even larger mind-boggling number
of people inhabiting this planet. And came to the conclusion that we
either need fewer people or a higher percentage of productive people.
There isn't enough money to go around. Period. So I do what I can. I
can live with that.

On page four of the paper I bought from this guy is a poem that reminded
me of welby in many ways ...


THE MASHED POTATO THEORY

Dip your hand into mashed potatoes
For everyone knows that mashed potatoes
Are like poor folks, or so this analogy goes
Now squeeze the potatoes with the power
Of a repressive government
Make them conform, restrict their freedom
Until their resistance is spent
Extruded from each crevice
Forced out of every crack
From restrictions made by government
The underground is back
There now seems to be more potatoes
On the out than on the in
And if the revolution starts you know
The hand is gonna win
Now for every potato in the pot
Add at least one gun
Mixing guns and mashed potatoes
Is only half the fun
Scoop up a great big hand full
With the barrel sticking out
Then squeeze until your hand hurts
And soon you will have no doubt
That government repression can't succeed
A take over can't be done
Freedom is what we're insuring
If the potatoes all have guns


Sarge Lintecum
Juanuary 14, 1994



Aqualung


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Subject : Changes
Written : 11/25/95.04:47pm

If I could do my life over again
What would I change?

Would it be:
The years of abuse from my sister and mother
The years of being the lsughing stock at school
The abuse given to me by my first husband
The many men I had after that marriage died
The rape I recieved by someone I cared for
The depression and PMS I suffers during my second
marriage which caused it to fail
The one night stand which meant nothing to me
The third marriage to a man who didn't love me
or I him

What would I change?

Nothing!!

For each has taught me something:
The years of abuse has helped me feel for the children
who are unloved, those born and unborn
The abuse from my first husband has taught me how to feel
for other women whose husbands beat them
The man men and the one night stand taught me to be
understanding to those who are lonely
The rape taught me to feel the pain and anguish of those
who are being raped or were raped, whether they
are young or old
The depression and PMS taight me to feel sympathetic to
those who suffer from Mental Illness
The failure of my second marriage taught me to feel for
those who fail through no fault of their own
My third marriage taught me what it was like to marry for
love of money not for love as it should be

Besides because of the first and third marriage, the rape, and the one
night stand; I have four beautiful living children. And because of the
second marriage I have two beautiful children waiting for me in Heaven.

No, no matter how hard my life has been I have learned a great deal and
for that I would change nothing.

What would you change in your life if you could?


Subj: wishing_you_were_here

Sleepless hours and creepless nights and far aways
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here
Heaven knows and lord it shows when I'm away
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here

Same old show in a different town on another day
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here
Even though you're far away, you're on my mind
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here

And I'd like to change my life, and you know I would
Just to be with you tonight, baby, if I could
But I've got my job to do, and I do it well,
Change my life) So I guess that's how it is.

Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here

On the road it's a heavy load, but I'll be by
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here
Pay the price, make a sacrifice, and still I'll try
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here


Author : NOMAD <43797>
Category: Amanda Queen of Drivel <20>
Subject : FLAKES
Written : 11/29/95.01:32pm

Did someone say poetry??


I am a moron & this is my wife,
she's frosting a cake with a paper knife,
all that we got is American made,
it's a little bit cheezy but nicely displayed.
We don't get excited when it crumbles & breaks,
we just get on the phone & call up some FLAKES.
They rush on over & wreck it somemore,
& we are so dumb they're lining up at our door.

Well my toilet went crazy yesterday afternoon,
the plumer he says never flush a tampoon,
This great information cost half a weeks pay,
& the toilet blew up later on the next day.

There are millions & millions,they're coming to get ya,
they're protected by unions so don't let it upset ya.
We've excaped the conclution that it's probably God's will,
that civilization will fly to a stand still,
& these are the people who will make it all happen,
while your children are sleeping,
your puppy is crappen.
You might call em FLAKES or something else you might coin them,
we know your so dumb that you'll probably join em.

They're coming to get ya,
they're coming to get ya.


Frank Zappa
(off Shiek Yer Booty)

Rock on, everybody, Rock on


Author : Pamela K Skiles <16594@EF.GC.MARICOPA.EDU>
Written : 11/17/95.08:41am

The questions are all asked.
But where are the answers?
You have to look to find them.


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

Do you ever let someone close?
Do you let them get near?
Would you let a special spmeone,
Be part of your life?
Are you willing to try?

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

When looking through some else's eyes
Look at things the way that they do.
And when it's time to see through your eyes again,
Remember how the other eyes felt.

If you should want to walk in their shoes,
Follow their hearts and their thoughts.
And when it's time to walk in your shoes again,
Remember how the other shoes felt.

This will help you love other as yourself.

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: From an empty mind <15>
Subject : Would If I Could
Written : 12/01/95.11:45am

What I would like to do
To you if I could:

Lasso the moon and give it
To you on a silver platter.
Dive into the ocean
To find the biggest pearl.
Climb the highest mountain,
Swim the widest channel,
Just to be with you.

Sit at your feet,
Be at your beck and call;
There whenever you needed
Someone to talk to.
To praise you,
To be held by me;
I'll be there.

What I would like to do
To you if I could:

The sky is the limit,
And so your imagination.

Just say when and how long.


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: From an empty mind <15>
Subject : Wishing
Written : 12/01/95.11:45am

Wishing you were near
So I could hold you;
But,
You are so far away.

Wanting to call,
To hear your voice;
But,
Fighting the desire.

Wanting to gaze into your eyes
To engrave every feature in my mind;
But,
They are closed to me.

Wanting to make love to you
Day and night till you melt;
But,
Trying to pull away from temptation.

Wishing to drive you to
The brink of sexual madness;
But,
Bring you back ever so gently.

Wishing we were ofone mind
So I could feel what you feel;
But,
We are two not one.

Wishing you feltthe same way
I feel for you;
But,
I know it is not so.

Wishing you were near
So I could hold you;
But,
You are so far away.

Maybe it is out of fear
That it will not be.
Maybe I'm not what you want
Or even need.
What ever the reason be
I will benear if you need
A friend, lover, whatever;
All you have to do is call.


From: IN%"MarySue@world.std.com" "Mary Suzanne" 30-NOV-1995 19:49:04.59

Remembrances

Awe struck night gives us the reason
For the Thought of Day's sweet treason

Anchored to a faithless sun,
Days don't last when night's begun

So seize the dawn, but keep the night
Wrapped in the glow of moonlit sight

When spirits dream and then embrace
Remembered Love from windless space

Protected by His Holy Thoughts
Angels bend us as we ought

Remember Love, from where we came
Logos within us, marks HIS name

C Ya,
Mary Sue, who will post this on free talk also,


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: Crazy places your hormones take you <12>
Subject : Speak of
Written : 12/03/95.12:45pm

Let me speak of loneliness
Let me tell you of pain
The burning desire
The darkness of the night
I know it well
For I am
Loneliness of the Deep

Deep within my prison
I long to see light
I long to feel sun
I long to hear music
Deep within my soul
I long to be touched
I long to near others
I long to be loved
But
Deep within my emptiness
I am complete alone
I am complete lost
I am complete in shadows
Deep within my cage
I am secure
I am safe
I am who I am

Let me speak of loneliness
Let me tell you of pain
The burning desire
The darkness of the night
I know it well
For I am
Loneliness of the Deep

Deep within my prison
I feel the whip
I love the chain
I desire the pain
Deep within my soul
I long for the hurt
I long for the shame
I long for the burns
Deep with my emptiness
I am fufilled with desire
I am fulfilled with alone
I am fufilled with bondage
Deep within my cage
I am who I am
I am safe
I am secure

Loneliness of the Deep
I am
I know it well
The darkness of the night
The burning desire
Let me tell you of pain
Let me speak of loneliness


Author : Thalia <17440>
Category: Who says poetry has to rhyme? <13>
Subject : Women
Written : 12/03/95.10:22pm

Women


Soft as a pillow. They are now and will forever be. Go through the times...
The 80's, the 90's. But still will stay; gentle as a dove.

Don't touch too harshly,
don't look too piercing,
don't think too rough.
Just gently caress.
Move your big, wide hands over a woman's small wrists.
Just glide your rough fingers over a smooth set of breasts!

Tell me now; how does that feel?
Does it feel so smooth like a newborn baby?

Do you feel the need to protect this beautiful being from any harm?
Her smile, her frown, her little tiny waste that could only fit in the
palm of your one hand. Her long hair that brushes up against your
scruff-filled face. Her touch that could last only you a lifetime,
because she cares so much it kills her.

Her tiny feet that fit into your shoes plus two sizes. Or is it her calves
that shape the thoughts of your mind?

She will do most anything...
Anything to be the best woman. The woman who respects you as much as
respect can be returned to herself. She'll be like a red rose, and lavish
herself in love and care. Not to mention her motherhood abilities.

Women are here. And women result in love. As womens' being is about
finding and giving love that is far more unexplainable to any being
besides herself.

To anyone else she cannot explain. This need to give, this need to love,
this desire to be a woman.


Author : Adrian
Subject : A Cave Man's Dream
Written : 12/02/95.06:43pm

There once was a man who lived in a cave.
His face was dirty; he needed a shave.
He had a dog whose names was Spot.
He had no bed, so he slept on a rock.
He was so poor, he had no food.
He had no clothes so he went around nude.

One day he went to dig for some gold.
Some people said he was foolish, some said bold.
Next thing you know, he strikes some oil.
He got so excited his blood began to boil.

Now he's living in a penthouse in Hollywood Hills.
He had so much money it would give you chills.
His dog, Spot, had his own room.
Every night he howled at the moon.
In less than a month all his money was spent.
So, back to the cave with his dog, Spot, he went.


Vampyre


Subject : torn
Written : 12/04/95.02:21pm
Author : Angela M Saylob <129577>


LOVE

I cry in the morning, afternoon, and evening.
For you darling; I am in mourning.
You went away; without a trace.
Now my heart; is an empty space.
No more tears; No more fears.
For you darling; I'll be here.
Take me away; Far away.
In this place; I'll runaway.
I am the dove; Dove, with your love.
I'm in love; Deep in love.
I wish you the same........
Cause I can't take the pain.....
In the morning; my pain turns to rain.


Raindrops falling; Clouds glowing.......
My love for you is Deeply growing.......


I LOVE YOU!!


Author : DIMPLES <129577>
Category: Day dream <36>
Subject : MY EYES
Written : 12/04/95.03:42pm




Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see.

They are clear as the sky;
but ae troubled underneath.

There is a resevoir.
It feels up periodically.
In an instant it can be drained.

A blink is as good as a dam.
The clever and the intelligent can only see........

That beyond these eyes are only, Lonely tears.........

this is another one if you want it.
Im typing a bunch Ill send them to you delete them if you want..
DIMPLES

Author : DIMPLES <129577>
Category: Mushy Love Stuff <4>
Subject : realize.
Written : 12/04/95.03:49pm

When we were together alone that night.
When you held me, so close, so tight..
In the moons soft light......
The way the rain had sounded, So cold and dangerous..
The way our hearts beat, so warm and safe.
In your arms tonight, I feel safe..
Did we mean to let it happen?
Did we mean to let our passion go?
As I lay here, watching you breath.
I realize now, how much I need and want you..
I realize now, how much I really love you....


Author : DIMPLES <129577>
Category: Mushy Love Stuff <4>
Subject : DREAMS
Written : 12/04/95.03:54pm




DREAMS


I wonder, if dreams, Ever, do come true?
I've had a few, I don't want to lose.
There's one special dream!!!
Of the day I met you...

You glanced my way, Your eyes seem to say,
"Come take my hand, and walk with me."

Through this beautiful world, of make believe..
This dream was so real, I looked back, I could see..
This beautiful rainbow.....
Then you....
Then me.....


A love bonded se deeply.
All humans could see.
A god given gift of love...For you and for me........


Author : DIMPLES <129577>
Category: Mushy Love Stuff <4>
Subject : Those eyes
Written : 12/04/95.03:58pm



When I look into your eyes I see....
Well lots of things..
Looking into your eyes is like a diamond, it blinds me in my mind...
...I hear nothing but the sound of your voice.
I see nothing but you...
...and those eyes, those bluish-grey eyes...
...They make me cry.
Maybe its love!
Well i can't explain anything else, but now, you know what I see...
When I look in your eyes.


Author : The Donosaur
Subject : Re: A Cave Man's Dream
Written : 12/03/95.09:13pm

Hmm... *sip*

>> > I'm warning you....if this sort of thing doesn't cease, I'll start sending
>> > in some of *my* poetry!!!

>
>Oh Bravo!! I thought this was Dono's. Got all the way to the end before
>seeing that this was yours Dave. I think that Dono faces a real
>challenge now. Okay, Dono ... let's hear it!

Well, okay; twist my arm.


"Ode to a Distant Penpal"

E-mail.
Intersection.
You and I.

We meet, and so we touch each other.
But not I you; not you me.
Only our gawky, awkward words,
Jarring, sparring one against another.

E-mail.
Intersection.
Road closed to true traffic.



"Five Years Late"

Standing at the door,
Faded roses in his hand,
His hair and shoes a dusty gray,
He hears a tune, but can't come close
To remembering the words.
(Something about love, he suspects,
One of the old standards.)

He knocks, and knocks again,
Awaiting an answer,
A word, a touch, a soft caress,
Anything.
But he's five years late,
The house is empty,
And she never lived there anyway.


Dono
(the sensitive, poet-type side...)


Author : Edward Nigma
Subject : bad boy
Written : 12/04/95.08:29am

another one of my high-school compositions....enjoy!

BAD BOY

There was a boy
He had a toy
He played with it
But it didnt fit
So he tried to smash
And throw it in the trash
But it came back
And it started to hack
Just like a smoker
So he said he'd choke her
He killed the toy
That bad little boy

The toy got buried
And the boy got married
He killed his wife
By taking her life
He told her "Sorry honey,
"But I need the money."
In killing her he did not fail
But that's not why he's in jail
He was sent to prison
'Cause he was caught whizzin'
On a police car
He ran but didnt get far
They caught him and sent him here
But dont worry, he'll be out in another year
Then he will kill again.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!



thank you. :)

/?????/


Author : "The sign said, 'Janitors Lounge', so they did"

Subject : final song. heh.
Written : 12/06/95.10:07pm

YESTERDAY


Yesterday,
all my finals seemed so far away.
Then I realized they start today.
Oh, how I long for yesterday.

Suddenly,
I no longer have the grade of "B".
Now it's looking closer to a "C".
Oh, finals came so suddenly.

I can
cram, although I can blow
it off today.
Come to-
morrow morn, I'll get on
my knees and pray...

Yesterday,
This was such an easy tune to play.
Now my chops are all but gone away,
My jury's a half-hour away.

What I
have to show
I don't know,
the prof won't say.
I'll spell
something wrong, or I'll bomb..
... there goes my "A"...

Yesterday.
Thought of graduating come this May.
Now it looks as though I'm here to stay,
oh, how I long for Yesterday.
----
no, I only wish I'd written it;)


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: BEAR HUG!! <12>
Subject : After
Written : 12/07/95.06:47am




Night comes:

Lighting flashing,
Opening Heaven's gates.
Dark clouds rolling in,
Like the night.
Rain pouring,
Sometimes sleet.
These I see within the sky.

Thunder roaring,
Sounding like the lion.
Children crying,
Because ot fright.
Imagination runs wild,
Monsters lurking in every corner.
These I hear within the night.



Morning comes:

Cotton Candy, elephants,
Airplanes soaring high.
Dragons, ships.
Puppy chasing kites.
Fluffy bunnies, butterflies,
Teddy bears being hugged.
These I see within the sky.

Thunder quiet,
No more lions.
Children playing,
Singing songs off key.
Monsters have
Been destoryed.
These I hear the morning after.


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: general insanity <1>
Subject : Never Say
Written : 12/07/95.08:40am

Never say "Good-bye."
Say See you later,
Adieu, aloha,
Hasta Manana,
Anything but "Good-bye."

Say Hello
Never "Good-bye."
For that is to formal,
To final.
The end of a relationship,
Not the beginning.

So say anything but "Good-bye."
Even "Sweet dreams, My love
For I will see you in mine,
Adieu.


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: From an empty mind <15>
Subject : And God Said
Written : 12/09/95.03:26am

And God Said:

Let us give her passion
And the desire to make love all the time
The need to care for
The longing to caress
The yearning to become one with another.


But let us

Never give her the one for her passion
The one to fulfill her desire
Oh she will have the kids to care for
But never shall she have
That special someone to caress
Just a long line of one night stands
Users and abusers.


And God laughed
As He always does at me


Author : Aqualung <76766>
Category: Head injury survivors of phoenix <61>
Subject : Taz and are ok ... but they hurt a lot
Written : 12/09/95.01:13am

I found this in a little used corner of my hard drive ... I thought it had
been lost for good ... actually that would have been for the best, I think.

But anyway, here's a poem from a year ago that no one liked then ... maybe
someone will like it now ... and maybe not.

It's my favorite because it's the only poetry I've ever written while
really drunk ...

And it's about ...


Goils!


What's worse than shingles,
More painful than boils?
You guys know what I'm saying;
I'm talking about goils!

You can't live without them
No matter your toils;
And you can't live with them;
There's nothing like goils!

What's worse than shingles,
More painful than boils?
You guys know what I'm saying;
I'm talking about goils!

They say that sex
Is like sowing in soils,
But the ground I like best
Is the sweet loamin' goils!

What's worse than shingles,
More painful than boils
You guys know what I'm saying;
I'm talking about goils!

Those long lovely tresses
All settled in coils
Make me slaver and drool
Over sweet little goils!

What's worse than shingles,
More painful than boils?
You guys know what I'm saying;
I'm talking about goils!

Like the ocean at sea,
The tidal swell roils.
And the sweet fishy smell
Reminds me of goils!

What's worse than shingles,
More painful than boils?
You guys know what I'm saying;
I'm talking about goils!

Wherever I go,
I have plenty of foils,
And I always need them
Wherever there's goils!

Aqualung


Author : NOMAD_THE_WANDERER <43797>
Category: Drunken Stupor <29>
Subject : The Monkey Song
Written : 12/11/95.10:44am

I doubt very seriously anyone's heard this one, it's a song my dad learned
in the navy durring WWII while on guard duty. The only time he does it is
a good indication of intoxication. It's said real fast, like an
auctioneer. Hope it intertains...

*************************************************************************
*******************The Monkey, Lion, & the Elephant**********************
********************************


The monkey told the lion
One bright sunny day
There's a big bad elephant
Down your way.

Now you and him
Can never be friends
Because when you two meet
There's going to be some bends.

And another thing my friend
I hate to say
He talks about your poor old mother
In one hell of a way.

Now I know you're rough and tough
And king of them all.
But the bigger they come
The harder they fall.

So take my advise and
Stay out of that elephants sight
Or when you two meet
There'll be one hell of a fight.

Now the monkey went through the jungle
Just as stiff as a breeze
Knocking down coconuts, treetops
And giraffe to the knees.

He spied Mr. elephant up under a tree.
He said come out of there
You big son of a bitch
Its going to be you and me.

The elephant looked up
Out of the corner of his eye
And said go on chicken shit
Pick on somebody you own size.

Well the lion stepped back
And let out a roar
His tail lashed back
Like a four by four

He lead with a right
That was lightening fast
But that elephant just side stepped
And knocked him flat on his hairy ass

It broke his jaw bone
And messed up his face
Knocked all his teeth out
And his ass out of place.

Now this fight went on
for a night and a day
And it's still a mystery to me
How that lion got away.

But when he did
More dead than alive
That's when the monkey
Started his jive.

He'd been setting up
In a tree all day
Laughing
In the most signifying way.

He said well Mr. lion
I see you caught particular hell
You had your ass beat
To a fare-you-well

When you went off
This jungle fairly rung.
Here you come back
Just damned near hung.

You remember when me and my girl
Used to try and get a little bit
And you'd come running through the jungle
With all that old roaring shit

Your face is all black
And your ass is all blue
I can see right know
It don't mean shit to you

You got more scratches on your ass
Than a whore with the itch
And you call yourself the king of the beasts
Now ain't you a bitch.

I can see right now
like I could never see before
You mess with me,
I'll get you screwed up some more

So go on
Get out from under this tree
Before I hang out over your hairy face
And pee.

Well the monkey got frantic
He started jumping up and down
His feet missed the limb
His ass hit the ground.

Like a bolt of lighting
And a streak of white heat
That lion was on the monkey's ass
With all four feet.

Well the monkey looked up
With tears in his eyes
He said Mr. Lion
I apologize.

The Lion said yea, that"s some shit
You telling all them lies about my mother
You had us out there
Beating hell out of one another.

There ain't no use in your crying
I'm putting and end to your signifying
So he led with a right to the monkeys ear
And ended that monkeys signifying career.



(author unknown)


Author : amanda <114146>
Category: halibut <64>
Subject : here fishy,fishy,fishy....here fishy!!
Written : 12/12/95.12:19pm

This from the religion forum, I thought it very "insane", not knowing
whether or not andyfish was the place to copy it because now it is an
"electronic coffee house" and not "talk for the mentally insane" i
decided *to* post it here. Because I *DO* think it is really insane, and
it is a good discussion for an electronic coffee house also. Sorry if
anyone takes offense...just remember, I didn't write it...it's not my
ideas, I just copied it from another forum.....Amanda...

here goes....beware...



> Author : ef@westef.west.asu.edu
> Subject : love.that.dares.to.speak.its.name
> Written : 12/12/95.02:53am
>
>
> In June 1976 GAY NEWS in London published a poem by James Kirkup. The
> poem was about the love of a homosexual soldier for the dead Christ. This
> poem was prosecuted under English Blasphemy law, and found
> guilty. All appeals to the European Court of Human Rights
> failed. The poem is still illegal and unavailable in England.
>
> THE LOVE THAT DARES TO SPEAK ITS NAME
>
> As they took him from the cross
> I, the centurion, took him in my arms-
> the tough lean body
> of a man no longer young,
> beardless, breathless,
> but well hung.
>
> He was still warm.
> While they prepared the tomb
> I kept guard over him.
> His mother and the Magdalen
> had gone to fetch clean linen
> to shroud his nakedness.
>
> I was alone with him.
> For the last time
> I kissed his mouth. My tongue
> found his, bitter with death.
> I licked his wound-
> the blood was harsh
>
> For the last time
> I laid my lips around the tip
> of that great cock, the instrument
> of our salvation, our eternal joy.
> The shaft, still throbbed, anointed
> with death's final ejaculation.
>
> I knew he'd had it off with other men-
> with Herod's guards, with Pontius Pilate,
> With John the Baptist, with Paul of Tarsus
> with foxy Judas, a great kisser, with
> the rest of the Twelve, together and apart.
> He loved all men, body, soul and spirit. - even me.
>
> So now I took off my uniform, and, naked,
> lay together with him in his desolation,
> caressing every shadow of his cooling flesh,
> hugging him and trying to warm him back to life.
> Slowly the fire in his thighs went out,
> while I grew hotter with unearthly love.
>
> It was the only way I knew to speak our love's proud name,
> to tell him of my long devotion, my desire, my dread-
> something we had never talked about. My spear, wet with blood,
> his dear, broken body all open wounds,
> and in each wound his side, his back,
> his mouth - I came and came and came
>
> as if each coming was my last.
> And then the miracle possessed us.
> I felt him enter into me, and fiercely spend
> his spirit's finbal seed within my hole, my soul,
> pulse upon pulse, unto the ends of the earth-
> he crucified me with him into kingdom come.
>
> -This is the passionate and blissful crucifixion
> same-sex lovers suffer, patiently and gladly.
> They inflict these loving injuries of joy and grace
> one upon the other, till they dies of lust and pain
> within the horny paradise of one another's limbs,
> with one voice cry to heaven in a last divine release.
>
> Then lie long together, peacefully entwined, with hope
> of resurrection, as we did, on that green hill far away.
> But before we rose again, they came and took him from me.
> They knew no what we had done, but felt
> no shame or anger. Rather they were gald for us,
> and blessed us, as would he, who loved all men.
>
> And after three long, lonely days, like years,
> in which I roamed the gardens of my grief
> seeking for him, my one friend who had gone from me,
> he rose from sleep, at dawn, and showed himself to me before
> all others. And took me to him with
>
> the love that now forever dares to speak its name.
>
> JAMES KIRKUP


Author : PERIDOT <106928>
Category: The voice of destruction <2>
Subject : resentment
Written : 12/13/95.10:02pm

Resentment is a fire closed in a glass jar
wanting to burn yet unable
it's a feeling in the pit of each stomach
rising with every breath
growing more intense with every inch of inclination
it is a lion stalking a prey which is
it's own predator


Author : PERIDOT <106928>
Category: The voice of destruction <2>
Subject : what
Written : 12/13/95.10:12pm



In this black void called my life
there are few sparks of light
some weak, some strong
some influencing my life greatly
some i must experience only to learn a lesson from
but others will always stay in my heart
and those who gather in my heart
will continue to add to the light
until my life is no longer a black void


Author : Mickey Mouse <129405>
Category: Temporary Sanity <16>
Subject : ok...its off the top of my head
Written : 12/14/95.07:03pm

sometimes as things change around us,
we don't realize that we change with them.

As I watch every thing grow,
I grow as well.

As the things we care about die,
we die with them
not completely, but piece by piece we die.

The world is constantly changing,
because the people in it are constantly changing.

Peace is in the air,
once again.

Love is inevitable,
it can't be avoided.

Misinterpreted,
of course.

But in the end,
you will find it.

But understand it,
maybe.

Enjoy it,
possibly.

Love it,
who knows.

Fear it,
of course.

Like it,
if you wanna.

Change with it,
of course.

Die with it,
only if it isn't true.

IS IT TRUE ONLY YOU KNOW FOR SURE!!!


By: April Valliere
Date: December 14, 1995


Author : "Kerry L. Ranney"
Subject : I am a Person
Written : 12/11/95.06:55pm

I am not what they want,
I am not what they thought,,
I am not like them,
I am not what they see,
Then what am I?

I don't look like them,
I don't do what they do,
I don't act like they want,
I don't feel what they want,
Then what do I do?

I can see,
I can hear,
I can feel,
I can hope and dream,
But I can't be like them.

I am a person,
I have a mind,
I have a body,
I have a heart and blood,
But do I have a soul?

Each night and day,
I dream of another world,
A world,
where I am free,
A place I can be me,
But what am I?

Am I a person?
Am I a dream?
Am I a nightmare?
Am I a hope by few,
and a disaster by others?
Am I an animal?
What am I?

Can you answer,
Can you save me?
Can you pretend to like me,
to love me?
Can you help me see,
Help me to see what I am?
Can you free me?
From this world of pain?

Can you?
Or will I stay,
If only for a day,
A dream,
Within a nightmare.


Cleopatra


Author : "The obnoxious part of the Annoying, Bitchy, Nasty, Nosey, and
Obnoxious Club"
Subject : at the request of Brent...
Written : 12/12/95.01:00pm

I had a couple of poems recently published in our literary magazine, the
Pacific Review. Brent saw them and told me he thought I should post
them...so for those of you who are interested, read on. For those of
you who aren't, you already know where the delete key is.


Common Threads
*inspired by writings of Native American Indians*


A thousand cultures move,
spinning and reeling
like a whirlwind.

High above the ground,
the picture is surreal.
Blurs of what were once distinct
images are now trodden memories, lost
in years of confusion, misunderstanding, and fear.

Push within the swirling air
to the eye of the tempest
and hope to find

something

that ties them together.
For we all have common threads
under the great expanse of stars
when we dance.


--February 1995



Last Look


A glance over my shoulder
left the odor of athletics,
stale and chalky,
reverberating in my nose,
in time with the recoil of the springboard.
The trampoline gave flight
to a body without identification.
Another person saved by the black belt
suspended from the ceiling.
Coach's voice snapped out names
with a sound like "whip-crack!"
that seared the insides
with fear and respect.
The beams smacked the feet
of girls landing their fears
of height and narrow spaces
as they maneuvered
around balancing.
The bars groaned in the corner,
creaking with the bending
caused by the forces of giant
swings, handstands, and release moves.
All the equipment, resilient
to any human, the source
of all fear, accomplishment, injury,
and safety, executed
its awesome feats of motionless performance.
I turned my head away
and walked out the door,
tears still blurring my vision
and the National Academy
of Artistic Gymnastics sweatshirt
handing needlessly from my body,
not unlike the girl on the spotting belt,
still hanging on
to some hope of completion
as she dangled her obvious defeat from the ceiling.


--November 1994


Thanks for reading!!

--Heather

..o/ / _/ .. / .._ .. ..o/ Heather Serena Speight
| __o .. | / o__ | speighth@pacificu.edu
/ .. /.. .. /o.. /o.. /o.. / /.. / ..


Author : NERFman <92711>
Category: Discussion <2>
Subject : Yet another work of art...
Written : 12/16/95.09:34pm

Unscramble these letters: NSTAA. Never mind...

The Guy in the Red Suit

"Merry Christmas" says he
"Come to hell with me"

"What would you like, I'll give you it all"
"I only ask in return for your soul"

"Have a holiday full of fun"
"Have an apple, it's coated with poison"

"Come and sit in my lap at the mall
I get there about every late fall"

"Buy, buy, fill your heart with desire
As you ease the emptiness, you become one with the fire"

"I lure your heart away from the truth
and tempt you to come to my carnival booth"

He tries to compete with the Son of God
But is is that smile just a facade?

He asks us of our humanly lusts
then promises to bring them to us

Satan and Santa; they're both really lame
But the real question is: are they the same?


Author : Dan Stamps <174>
Subject : RE: I once was a Man, But a Seed I have become ...
Written : 12/19/95.01:55am

My mind has found bliss
forever floating
into nothingness
as my heart
becomes closer
to that place
of enlightment
called the
V-O-I-D


Category: general insanity <1>
Subject : so_what
Written : 12/19/95.04:24pm



** So What **
-- Metallica --


So fucking what!

Well I've been to Hastings,
and I've been to Brighton.
I've been to Eastport too.
So what.
So what.
And I've been here,
I've been there.
I've been everying fucking where.
So what.
So what.
So what, so what, you boring little cunt.

Who cares.
Who cares what you do.
Yeah who cares,
Who cares about you, you, you, you, you.

Well I've fucked a queen.
I've fucked fucked.
I've even sucked an old man's cock.
So what.
So what.
And I've fucked a sheep.
I've fucked a goat.
I rammed my cock right down his throat.
So what.
So what.
So what, so what, you boring little fuck.

Who cares.
Who cares what you do.
And who cares,
Who cares about you, you, you, you, you.

And I've drunk that,
I've drunk this.
I've spewed up on a pint of piss.
So what.
So what.
I've had scank,
I've have speed.
I've jacked up until I bleed.
So what.
So what.
So what, so what, you boring little cunt.

Who cares.
Who cares what you do.
Yeah who cares,
Who cares about you, you, you, you, you.

I've had crabs,
I've had lice,
I've had been declaped(?) and that ain't nice.
So what.
So what.
I've fucked this,
I've fucked that.
I've even fucked a school girl's twat.
So what.
So what.
So what, so what you boring little fuck.

Who cares.
Who cares what you do.
And who cares,
Who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you.

So fucking what!
Yeah!

From: dungeon@dngnbbs.com (Dungeon Master)
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Subject: NEW STORY: "Mind Control..."
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 1996 19:15:16 GMT
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Inspired by an original idea from Dungeon Master.



                          Mind Control



                The Confessions of a Telekinetic



                            Chapter 1



Quiet and empty.

     There are few rewards to working the midnight shift of a

dead end job but one of those few is finding quiet and empty

diners for a two a.m. meal.  It's rare when my privacy is

intruded upon and maybe I've been lucky but the few who have

intruded have always been interesting conversationalists.

     My watch blinked 2:58 a.m. at me.  The taste of strong

coffee and the sharp taste of my cigarette helped to waken me for

the boring drive home that awaited me when I noticed a customer

enter the diner, glance around and select a chair at the counter

two places down from me.  Whoever he was he seemed in pretty

rough shape; unshaven, haggard, obviously over-tired in his

rumpled but fairly expensive-looking overcoat.

     After he sat and ran a slow hand through his hair, this

stranger looked over in my direction and asked me a question.

     "Could I bum a smoke off you?"

     I opened my pack and shook one of the tobacco-filled

cylinders free for him which he freed with a pair of fingers.

Leaning close to inhale flame from my lighter through his

cigarette I could see his startling green eyes were rimmed with

red.  I had a feeling that this fellow hadn't slept in some time.

     The waitress came out from the kitchen where she had been

passing time talking with the cook, the name "Lisa" emblazoned in

red tape was pasted to her name badge.  Surreptitiously, I stole

a glance at her figure which was trim and well formed under her

waitress outfit as she took the order of our new intruder.  I

wondered, as I always do upon seeing an attractive woman, just

what kind of a lover she would be in bed.  She looked to be about

four years older than me, I'd say about 32 years old.  I stared

at her provocatively wiggling ass as she retreated to the kitchen

to bring the stranger the black coffee he had ordered.

     "Forget it," the stranger stage whispered to me as soon as

Lisa had disappeared behind the swinging door.  "She'll be in a

hurry to get home to see her daughter when she's done with her

shift."

     Right then Lisa stepped in to deliver the coffee before

vanishing again into the kitchen.

     "How in the world would you know?"  I asked, puzzlement

crawling all over my face.  "Do you know her?"

     "No, I don't know her . . . let's just say I read minds and

leave it at that, okay?"  He chuckled as he spoke but it was a

laugh devoid of humor, a sound with a sad, hollow ring to it and

when he finished he took his coffee and moved to a table in a

corner to sip his hot drink in silence.

     When Lisa brought me my check I quietly asked, "Do you know

that guy?"

     "Him?"  She indicated the only other occupant of the diner

with a nod of her head, her voice lowered to match my own

conspiratorial whisper.  "Nah, never seen him before.  Why?"

     "Do you have a daughter?"

     She smiled and seemed a little wary but answered, "Sure.

How do you know about Debbie?"

     "Oh, that guy said you had a kid and I told him 'No way,

she's too young to have a kid,' that's all," I explained with the

quickest, non-offensive lie I could conjure.  Lisa smiled and

asked if I wanted anything else, so I ordered another couple of

coffees, one for myself and one for the stranger.  While Lisa

moved off to fill the order, I slid into the booth opposite the

intriguing newcomer.

     "Okay," I said.  "How did you know about her daughter?"

     "I told you," he replied with a secretive smile.  "I read

minds.  I read hers and I read yours.  Do you want me to lower

myself to cheap carnival tricks to convince you?  Here, your name

is . . . David and you're . . . twenty eight years old, unmarried

and you think I'm a crock."

     "That is a good carnival trick but a trick is all it can be,

no one can read minds."

     "Oh, there's a lot more to it than reading minds.  Watch

Lisa there when she comes over with our coffee.  Ever see a

waitress orgasm while delivering coffee?"

     A look of intense concentration settled on my companion's

face and I looked over my shoulder to watch Lisa.  As she

approached our table she started to wobble a bit and she suddenly

looked flushed.  She shakily set our coffee cups down, spilling

the contents before quickly turning her back to us and wrapping

her arms around her waist.  I watched her as she bit her lower

lip, clamped her legs together and her body shivered as an almost

inaudible moan escaped her throat.  She took a moment to collect

herself before she unsteadily disappeared once again behind the

safety of the kitchen door.

     I realized that I had been holding my breath and gasped.

     "Holy shit!"  I turned to look at this human enigma and

found him to be nodding off, almost asleep.  "Hey!  Buddy!"  I

called in a voice just above a harsh murmur.  The stranger wiped

his eyes with the backs of his hands and yawned.

     "Takes a lot out of you," he said in a groggy voice.  "Man,

I've gotta get some sleep."  He arose from the table and asked

"Do you know where there's a hotel arou- . . . ?"  I saw him

start to crumple and quickly moved out to catch him before he

fell.  He was out on his feet and I had a decision to make.

     It seems my quiet and emptiness had been disturbed.





                          Mind Control



                The Confessions of a Telekinetic



                            Chapter 2



     His eyes opened with a snap at 5:05 a.m. sharp.

     "Where the hell am I?"

     "My place.  It would have been a little awkward checking you

into a hotel with you unconscious."

     "How long have I been here?"

     "A little less than two hours."

     "I gotta go," he said as he pushed himself slowly up from my

couch.  "Thanks for the help."  I chuckled quietly to myself.  It

didn't look like he was going anywhere too soon.

     "Why are you laughing?"

     "What, have you got a deadline or something?"

     "No.  No.  Just keeping ahead of someone, that's all."

     "Look, no one's going to find you here.  You look wiped.

You look like you could use a rest . . . and besides . . . I want

to hear your story.  That was some show you put on with the

waitress."

     "But you're not quite sure you believe it yet, right?"

Without waiting for an answer he sat back on my couch.  "What the

hell.  I've been dying to tell someone, anyone, about what's

happened anyway.

     "You're not going to believe any of this but it'll do me

some good to lay it out.  You got any coffee?"



     We wound up holding steaming hot foam plastic coffee cup

from a street vender, cupping them in our hands for warmth,

sitting on a bench in the park as the sun came up.  He refused t

go back to the diner or to the apartment.  He wouldn't go back to

someplace he'd already been, especially if he'd demonstrated his

'ability' there.

     "Don't you want to get your car back?"  I asked.

     "Any car is 'my' car.  I can pick any lock," he looked at me

through slit eyes and the steam of his coffee.  "Funny."

     "What?"

     "I can't read you anymore," he replied and shifted his gaze

to the street just past the trees lining the edge of the park.

"I couldn't read you too well in the first place and now I can't

read you at all.  You're a natural."

     I tucked what he had said away for thought later.

     "You wanted someone to tell your story too?"  I prompted.

     "Yeah," he said with a sigh.  "Yeah, but it's crazy.  Let me

tell it and you just think of it as a nice piece of fiction.

     "My name is Kent.

     "I don't know if you know anything about the layout of the

brain.  It's a strange organ; Meat that Thinks.  All these little

sections that do separate tasks and are all linked together, kind

of like a computer network except it's all biological.  Any way,

one side of the brain controls one side of the body, one section

processes what you hear, another what you see, another makes your

heart beat, yadda, yadda, yadda.

     "A couple of these sections work together to make your

libido work, you know?  Yeah, well, there's this gland that dies

in just about everyone when they get old.  It's called the Pineal

Gland.  In the old days they used to call it the 'Third Eye' and

it turns out they knew what they were talking about.

     "It winds up that this same area is what gives some people

different talents.  Some people really do have 'flashes' where

they can foretell the future, read the backs of playing cards or

move things with their minds.  At the natural level I call it a

'Carnival Trick,' others call it ESP or Telekinesis, there are

lots of names for it.

     "If you have The Talent, you usually only get one or the

other.  I'm lucky," he snorted in derision.  "I've got both and

with me it works best on women."

     Kent's voice started to drift as if something else had his

attention.  I looked up at his face and saw that he was watching

something.  I turned to see what he was looking at and saw a

woman who lived in one of the apartments in my building.  She was

the new hot little blond nurse who had moved in three weeks ag

and who worked during the day down at the hospital.  She was

carrying a backpack over one shoulder and only a flash of white

collar showed of her uniform from beneath her long, black jacket.

     "Here, I'll show you."  Kent's features settled into a look

of concentration as he stared at the blond.  She slowed her brisk

pace as a dreamy look shaped her face and a small smile touched

her lips.

     "Her name is Karen.  I've found some of her most erotic

memories," Kent whispered, distracted.  "She's remembering them

now.  She's been a hell cat . . . sensual little vixen . . ."  I

wondered what he was seeing in her mind.

     "Now to brush the pleasure center of her brain," he murmured

and I saw Karen stop just inside the entrance to the park.  Her

smile grew and her eyes closed.

     "This is just mind stuff," continued Kent.  "Memories,

feelings, sights and sounds stored in her brain.  All you have to

do is hunt them down and replay them.  Uh, it's a telepathy of

sorts.  Now for the next step, it's time for a little

telekinesis.  I'm going to touch her with my mind."

     "What are you talking about?"  I didn't understand.

     "I'm going to actually touch her from a distance.  I can

feel her . . . touch her thighs gently . . . her skin is soft."

     "Wait a minute," I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly.

"You can feel her from here?  Like with your fingers?"

     "Yeah . . . it's just like having another hand . . . I'm

barely touching her between her legs . . . I'm brushing her

labial lips . . . they're slick . . ."

     I saw Karen drop her backpack to the ground and her hands

fluttered to her stomach to press against her coat.



     "I've got to get closer," he said slowly rising from the

bench, his coffee cup tumbling from his hand, spilling into the

grass.  With an unsteady gait, Kent began to walk forward toward

Karen.  I got up and followed.

     "I've found her clit . . . ah . . . yes . . . she's so wet.

Now . . . to find her deepest fantasy . . ."  He trailed off and

stopped moving for a moment.  Karen's hands began to slide up and

down her torso, her fingers pressing into her through the layers

of clothing and her mouth opened as if for a kiss.  I could see,

even from a distance, her pearly-white teeth and her delicate,

pink tongue that traveled around her lips, wetting them and her

hands slid up her body to hold her own breasts.

     "Got it . . . " Kent breathed hoarsely.  "Little slut . . .

she dreams of . . . of getting . . . getting fucked by three guy

. . . at once . . . filling her . . ."  He raised a trembling

hand to his brow.  "I can do that for her . . . I'll fill her

cunt first . . . "  I watched as Karen's hands moved from her

chest to between her legs.  She pulled her coat out of the way

then pulled up her white skirt to expose her white stockings and

panties which she covered with her hands.

     "Now . . . now a little something up her ass . . . I think."

     Karen's eyes fluttered open for a moment only and I watched

as her breathing became harsh.  I could hear her begin to groan,

a soft little sound like the mew of a kitten.

     "Here now . . . it's time . . . it's time for a taste of

cock . . . I've found a memory . . . it's strong, real strong.

Now to . . . to turn it on . . ."

     Karen's lips circled to form an "O" and I could see her

tongue working inside her mouth, sliding up and down, curled as

if around an invisible dick.  She dragged her hands up her body,

letting her skirt and coat fall back into place until her fingers

wrapped themselves around the covered hemispheres of her breasts

again.  Her body arched as her fingers clutched convulsively at

her breasts.  Slowly she sank to her knees before she collapsing

backwards in the middle of the walkway.

     "Now . . . the, the . . . the tough part . . . she's feeling

me . . . feeling me in every hole . . . and I've got her fantasy

rolling strong as life in her head . . . now to turn on . . .

that pleasure spot . . . again . . ."

     Karen's legs pumped her pelvis into the air, bumping and

grinding into an invisible trio of partners.  Strangled sounds

came gasping from her throat.

     "Uh, OH!  Oh Gaw . . . uh, oh Gaw!"  Words must have been

difficult for her to form around the unseen prick in her mouth.

     "Okay . . . got it," said Kent.  "Now to . . . rub that, rub

that . . . clit . . . a little more . . ."

     Karen thrashed on the ground, her blond hair whipped about

her head as her body spasmed and writhed.

     "Now . . . now to let her . . . let her cum."

     Karen bucked and froze, her body arched into the air as a

stifled cry escaped her.

     "Oh-my-god, oh-my-god, ohmygod ohmygod ohmyGOD ohmyGOD

ohMYGOD ohMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH

MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

GAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWD!"

And with that she collapsed in a motionless heap on the ground.

     "Jesus," I declared.

     "Well, that was interesting," Kent said as he moved away

from the woman he had just mentally raped.  "Is there another

diner near here?  I'm famished."



                          Mind Control



                The Confessions of a Telekinetic



                            Chapter 3



     Kent dug into his Western Omelet with gusto, drowned his

fries in catsup and shoveled them down his gullet as if there

were no tomorrow then washed it all down with three cups of

coffee mixed with generous amounts of cream and sugar.

     "All that effort takes a lot out of me," he said between

bites as he waved to the waitress and signalled for her to bring

him another plate and started in on his toast.

     "Were you born like this?  With this, this talent?"  I

asked.

     "Nope," Kent snorted and put down his toast.  "I mean I used

to be able to guess pretty well at what someone was thinking.

Hardly anything more than intuitive thinking, lucky guesses, that

sort of thing.  I could tell when people liked me and I had a

fair idea about when someone was lying but that was it.  I never

gave it any serious thought.

     "Then there was this study going on at my college campus a

few years back.  The girl I was going with loved doing Tarot Card

Readings and she dragged me along.  A couple of professors and

some suit-types were doing these tests to rank ESP strength and

Carol wanted to see if she had any real talent.  Anyway, while I

was sitting there, watching her answer all these questions and

Carol kept begging me to take the same tests, like if we both

were 'Espers' we could go into business or something.  I guess

she thought it would be deep for us to both have Psi talent.

     "The test they sat me down at first was this table that

looked like a white ping-pong table with a small wall instead of

a net.  On the other side of the table, hidden by the wall, some

egghead was turning cards over one at a time and then he would

ask me what pictures were on the cards.  Well, I couldn't tell

anything about the cards but when I looked at this guy with his

pinched face I could tell that he himself thought that all this

ESP stuff was a crock of shit but I could also kind of get a feel

coming from him about the cards he was holding.  There were four

different symbols on the cards; circle, square, triangle and

three wavy lines.  One symbol per card and I guessed at what HE

was seeing on the cards.

     "I got three out of five most of the time and even got four

out of five once!  That's way beyond what random chance allows

for and these guys began to take an interest in me.

     "Carol was so pissed," Kent smiled inwardly at the memory.

"See, she was completely average on each and every test and we

went there for her, you know.  Well, these egg-heads are all

forgetting that she exists and they start giving me other tests.

'Can you move this penny without touching it?'  'What color am I

thinking of?' and shit like that.

     "Anyway, even though I couldn't make anything move by

thinking at it, I scored well on the ESP stuff and they asked if

they could do an experiment on me.  It seems there were a bunch

of us from around the country that had these 'powers' and they

wanted to try different things on each of us, 'harmless things'

they said, to try and make us even better 'Espers.'"

     "Esspurz?"  I asked.

     "Ee-ess-pee-err's," explained Kent.  "People with ESP

powers.

     "Now, what they did," he continued.  "Was to give me these

shots that were supposed to increase the secretions made by my

pineal gland.  Every week I would report to this lady-doctor-

chick who made me roll up my sleeve and then she'd stick me with

a needle and give me my injection.

     "I kept going even though Carol at the time had totally

given up on her 'talents' and tried to laugh at me being stuck by

all these brainy types.  Pretty soon she stopped pestering me and

she started chasing after some football captain or something.  I

guess I really kept going because of the woman who was giving me

the shots.  I mean I was eighteen and she was maybe thirty but

behind her prim glasses and serious ponytail hair she was a

rather pretty woman.  Every time she was sticking me with that

damned needle I was thinking about sticking her with my cock.

     "One day after about two months of injections I noticed that

she was getting red as a beat while she was sitting across from

me asking her usual questions.  'Do you feel any different this

week?'  'Have you felt nauseous?'  'Any itching or dizziness?'

That kind of crap.  And all the while I'm mouthing the standard

answers without really thinking about them and my mind is making

this mental picture of her naked and me running my hands all over

her tits and belly and the image was so vivid in my mind that I

could actually almost feel it.

     "Now, she's turning red and getting all flushed but I didn't

connect that with what I was thinking about so I kept going.  In

my mind I ran my hands over her belly and thighs getting my

fingers entangled in her pubic hair and caressing her cunt.  I

suppose I was rubbing my fingers together subconsciously when

everything changed.  It was like someone flipping a switch on in

my head.  Suddenly I could feel her getting wet, I could feel it

on my fingers, I could taste it with my tongue.  I heard her

thoughts in my ears, like she was talking to me real low and she

was saying, 'Christ it's hot in here!'  But her mouth never

moved!  She had stopped talking and was breathing hard with her

eyes all glazed over."

     Kent stopped and sat up straight as the waitress brought him

his second omelet.  When she left, he started forking eggs into

his mouth and talking around the bites.

     "I could feel her nipples get hard and I imagined I was

pinching them.  I almost fell out of my chair when I saw her

nipples get thick and poke out.  I could see them sticking out

through her clothes, her bra, blouse and lab jacket!



     "Next I thought about what her cunt must look like and how

it would feel to slip a hand between her legs and slide a finger

into her twat and I tell you I could really feel it, just as if I

was doing it with my hands!  I could feel how wet she was, I

could feel a finger sink into her twat between her cunt-lips and

I could feel that little clit of hers get thick and poke out,

just like her nipples.  I thought what it would be like to pinch

and fondle it.  I thought what it would feel like to lick her

cunt and I found I could taste the sharp tang of her juice just

as if I had really licked her crack.  I just kept thinking about

licking her clit and marveling at the sharp taste in my mouth

when my lady doctor began to grunt and shake.

     "She was having an ORGASM!  I had mentally eaten her out

from across a table!

     "Well, when I saw that I was so shocked that I stopped.  I

just let her go and I saw her snap back to reality so fast you'd

have thought you could hear a door slam.  She stood up and left

and that was the end of that day's session.

     "I never did anything like that again at the lab because

suddenly they were more than interested in me.  They wanted to

poke and pry me and take samples and I could read in their minds

that I would become little more than a test subject for them for

the rest of their lives.  So I practiced on the outside.  I found

that I could listen in on what people were thinking and if I

concentrated real hard I could remember things from their past.

It was like reading a book from a distance with the covers

closed.  It was hard but I could do it.  I could put a suggestion



in someone's mind, kind of like giving someone a nudge but no

more than that.  I couldn't make people do things that they

wouldn't do anyway.  Especially men.  With women I had more luck.

     "It took some time but I was able to move things with my

mind too.  I hate to admit it but almost everything I did was

sexually motivated.  I caressed women's breasts from a distance

and watched them go nuts when there was no one around or slap the

nearest guy because they thought the nearest guy had reached out

and molested them.  I could snap their bras open or I would touch

their pussies under their clothes.

     "I started doing less well on purpose with the ESP tests

until I gave myself an average rating.  I thought I kept it up

for long enough but I must not have.  I quit going one day and

got only a couple of phone calls asking me to come back but I

didn't need the tiny amount of money that they paid, a couple of

bucks an hour, so I told the voice on the phone 'Thanks but no

thanks.'

     "Anyway . . . that's when I noticed that people were

following me."

     Kent stopped talking, wolfed down the last bit of his second

omelet and took out a wad of rolled bills to pay for breakfast.

We made our way outside where Kent told me he wanted to head for

the nearest bus stop or train platform.  I led him for the train

depot.  It would take about ten minutes to walk to.

     "Like I was saying, I saw people following me no matter

where I went.  At first I thought I was imagining things but I

got close enough once to reach into his mind.  He was keeping an

eye on me . . . and it was fuzzy but I was pretty sure that he

was a government agent.

     "That scared the hell out of me," Kent said as we walked

along the street.  He kept glancing furtively over his shoulder

as he went, his breath hot from the coffee made steaming trails

when he spoke.

     "That's when I cut out.  I've been running for a couple of

years now.  They've made me so miserable that I wish I could get

rid of this 'talent' altogether!"

     I stopped and stared at him.

     "You're kidding!"  I nearly shouted then hastily lowered my

voice to continue.  "You've got the greatest mental talent ever

known!  I would KILL to have a power like that!"

     Kent snorted and looked at me from beneath his knitted brows

with some hard emotion evident in his eyes.

     "Just for such a stupid remark," he said.  "I SHOULD give

you the ability.  It would be easy.  You've got the natural

talent.  I felt you grow 'walls' around your mind.  I can't read

you anymore.  Why should I be the only one that's hunted like a

dog?"

     Kent grabbed me by the shoulders and stared into my head.  I

felt something crawling around inside my skull and realized that

he was DOING something to me.  It felt like an army of ants

marching over my brain.  For a moment I felt a flaring bright

pain exploding behind my eyes and then nothing, the pain was

gone.

     Our minds were connected and I could hear every thought in

Kent's brain.  Quickly I moved through his memories and found all

his ESP related experiences.  I . . . drained them, somehow

sucked them from his mind into my own.  When I had pulled all the

knowledge from his head I searched what I had just learned and

found what I wanted.

     There it was, between both hemispheres of his brain.  A

small gland.  It was in the back . . . posterior as his memories

labeled it.  It was tiny, like a small pea.  I imagined pinching

it between two fingers . . .

     I found that our stances had switched, I was gripping his

slack shoulders and staring into his head, so I let him go.  Kent

stared at me blankly for a moment before he turned and walked

away with a stiff, mechanical gait.  I relaxed and slumped

against the wall . . . it had taken a lot out of me.

     It took all the strength I had left to shuffle back to my

apartment and plunge fully clothed into bed.  I slept almost

immediately.



                          Mind Control



                The Confessions of a Telekinetic



                            Chapter 4



     Once again the diner was quiet and empty save for my self,

the cook and Lisa, the attractive 32 year old waitress with a

daughter named Debbie.  I had been practicing "lifting" memories

and sifting through a person's brain for useful information all

day at work.  I think I was getting the hang of it fairly

quickly.

     I was waiting for someone.

     The someone came in about twenty minutes after I had

arrived.  I sat and sipped my coffee and reached into his mind as

quietly and as stealthily as I could.  Yes, he was a government

agent.  He had seen Kent and me the other night and he was going

to tail me to find Kent again.

     It took a little fixing.  A gentle push here, a nudge there

and Agent Beaumont conveniently forgot about my existence and

suddenly suffered the impulse to leave the building and continue

his search for Kent elsewhere.  Beaumont got up and quickly left

the building without so much as ordering a meal.

     I studied the cup of coffee between my hands and waited for

a few minutes before daring to try my experiment.

     'What the hell,' I thought to myself and I reached out and

gently convinced the cook (whose name I instantly learned was

Alex) that he was dog-tired and he would just go sit in the back

and take a nice nap.  Another nudge and Lisa put down the

magazine she was reading and looked as if she were deep in

thought.  A dreamy look touched her face and she crossed to the

front door which she locked.  With a careless flip of her wrist,

Lisa turn off the roadside sign and most of the lights in the

diner except for the lights near me.

     She crossed my way through the dark, empty diner and the

sway of her hips grew with each step.  I watched as she

delicately placed the fingers of one hand over her heart, between

her voluptuous breasts as if making sure that her heart would not

break free from her chest.  The fingers of her other hand slowly

drew a line up the outside of her thigh to rest on her hip.

     By the time she stood next to me I knew that she was aflame

with a desire stronger than she had ever felt before.  With a

cautious touch, I wiped the inhibitions from her mind.  Her

natural caution was still in place and that would take a little

more effort to suppress so I waited and stoked her desire ever

higher without affecting anything else about her.  I could smell

her musky desire.  I heard her shift from foot to foot nervously

as her caution kept her from taking the next step that her

building lust demanded she take.  A tiny nudge was all that it

took to push her lust beyond the restraint of her natural

caution.

     Her hand reached out and touched my arm to gain my

attention.  I turned and looked at Lisa expectantly.

     "Excuse me," she said with a voice laden with uncertainty.

"Would you . . . would you please . . . "  She fiddled with the

top button of her waitress dress uniform.  "Would you please look

at my . . . breasts?"

     I felt myself grow hard with desire.

     "Titties," I said.

     "Would you please look at my titties?"  And this time she

smiled.  I nodded and Lisa unbuttoned the top of her dress,

opening it to reveal the twin swells of her exquisite breasts.

     "They're beautiful," I told her with great conviction.

     Lisa moved between me and the counter, gracefully lifting

one leg over my lap like a dancer to straddle my lap.

     "Would you please look at my pussy?"

     I smiled warmly and Lisa pushed herself up to sit on the

counter in front of me where she pulled up her dress showing her

lovely legs and the white cotton of her panties.  Slowly she drew

down the panties to expose her delightfully fleecy cunt.  With

the panties removed, Lisa rocked backwards and unfolded her legs

to bare her sex for my inspection.

     "Divine," I told her.  I could see her labial lips were

parted to disclose her glittering clitoris both of which sparkled

with the moistness of her excitement.

     "Touch me," she pleaded in a husky voice as she used her

hands to pull her labia open wide unveiling her inner secrets.

Her vaginal hole exhibited as wet a shine as her drenched lips

and clit.

     I timed the first burst of pleasure to her mind to coincide

with the moment that I touched her tender orifice with my finger.

I heard her gasp with exhilaration.  I slowly pushed my finger

into her gaping, slippery hole and marveled at her wetness and

relished the near painful swelling of my stiffening cock, trapped

inside my pants.  I took my time exploring her vaginal cavity,

pushing and probing, coating my blunt finger with her juices,

feeling her tender flesh.

     The whole of her attention was centered upon my probing

digit as it moved in and out of her wanton slit.  She stared,

enthralled as I invaded her most sacrosanct flesh.  I moved my

thumb to rub against her sensitive, swollen clitoris as my finger

continued to explore her inner cavity.  I placed another burst of

pleasure directly into her brain which brought her to the brink



of orgasm.  Her breathing grew harsh and ragged as tiny beads of

sweat beaded on her upper lip.  I placed one more suggestion in

her mind.

     "Fuck me," Lisa implored.  "Please, please fuck me!"

     "Say 'Fuck my hole,'" I commanded.

     "Fuck my hole," she exhaled.

     "Say 'Fuck my slutty hole.'"

     "Fuck my SLUTTY hole!"

     I smiled, enjoying watching her plead as her body quivered,

wanting release from the unbearable sexual tension.

     "Beg for it.  Beg for me to fuck your twat."

     "Oh, PLEASE fuck my twat!  Please, PLEASE fuck my SLUTTY

TWAT!  I NEED you IN me!  I want you in my HUNGRY HOLE!"

     I smiled wider.  It was more fun than I had imagined.

     "That's good.  That's very good.  Now, tell me you're a

whore."

     She groaned with wanting, the guttural sound an appeal in

itself.  She would do or say anything now to quench the fire

burning between her legs and in her breasts.  Her tits quivered

as she pleaded and pulled her legs apart with her hands.

     "I'm a WHORE!  I'm YOUR slutty, fucking WHORE!  Please,

please, PLEASE fuck your SLUTTY, GODDAMNED WHORE-BITCH!"

     I leaned into her and pushed the crotch of my pants into her

furry pelt.  Her hands flew to open my belt and unbutton my

trousers.  Quickly she pushed my shorts down just far enough to

free my iron-hard cock which she guided with trembling fingers to

her hot and hungry hole.

     She was swimming with fluid, her vaginal orifice overflowing

with love juice.  Slipping into her frictionless, satiny gash was

a blissful delight.  I hit her brain with a flood of pleasurable

feelings as I began to thrust into her with intense eagerness.  I

felt her cum, the muscles of her vagina rippling with immoral

pleasure around my hard, hot shaft.

     There on the counter where she had served hundreds of blue

plate specials she felt her body shudder with orgasm after orgasm

while I pummelled her with my cock, beating into her with a wild

fury.  I kept her orgasming with my mind until I felt my own body

stiffen and tremble as I shudderingly released an orgastic

torrent of sperm into her quivering love-nest.

     We stayed like that, enmeshed, intertwined with my cock

inside her gloriously hot flesh until I grew small and slipped

out of her.

     I kept all feelings of guilt out of her mind and suffused

her with a feeling of warmth and joy.  It wasn't hard, she was

feeling happier than she had ever felt before in her life as it

was.

     I tucked myself back into my pants and she slipped back into

her panties before we each took a cigarette from my pack and

smoked together in silence, touching each other shyly from time

to time, enjoying the quiet experience of each other's company.

     I wondered to myself just how I was going to like being a

rich and happy man.  Silly question, really.

     Kent had been afraid of his power and saw it as something to

hide from which is why he ran.  I had pointed the agent in his

direction but Kent didn't have to worry.  Even now the tiny gland

in his brain that gave him his special powers was calcifying -

turning to stone as it normally did in people which is (I

suppose) why so few have the Power.  They could scan him and

observe him until the sun exploded and they would never find

anything.  Kent's powers were truly gone.

     'Yes,' I thought to myself.  'Life is going to be pretty

interesting from now on.'  And I carefully began to stroke the

center in Lisa's brain that called up her most erotic fantasies.

It was going to be a long and pleasurable night.



                             The End

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Date:    Wed, 20 Mar 1996 07:24:28 E
From:    Charlie Hill
Subject: Women-A Definition

Woman---

She's an angel in truth, a demon in fiction.
A woman's the greatest of all contradiction.
She'll scream at a cockroach and faint at a mouse,
then tackle a husband as big as a house.
She'll take him for better, she'll take him for worse.
She'll split his head open, and then be his nurse.
And when he is well and can get out of bed,
she'll pick up a teapot to throw at his head.

You fancy she's this, but you find that she's that;
for she plays like a kitten and fights like a cat.
In the evenings she will, in the mornings she won't
and you're always expecting that she does when she don't.

---author unknown


for

j. love c.

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Author  : Gnomon and his Empire of Dirt <16601>
Category: Gnomon King of Dirt <16>
Subject : Stabbing Westward
Written : 03/29/96.12:29am

...I am alone
locked in my memories
There's nowhere left...for me to hide
But I am not real
I've made all I am...with lies

Why does it seem
that everything's different
and why does it seem
that only you are real?

I don't believe
in anything sacred
So why do I feel
so damned alone?

I need someone to break the silence
need someone to break the silence
I need someone to break the silence
screaming in my head...
and in my soul...


Author  : Gnomon and his Empire of Dirt <16601>
Category: Gnomon King of Dirt <16>
Subject : filter
Written : 03/29/96.11:46am

I wished I woulda met you
But now it's a little late
What you coulda taught me
I could have saved some face

They think that your early ending
was all wrong
For the most part they're right
but look how they call got strong

That's why I say, "Hey man, nice shot".


Author  : "Kerry L. Ranney"
Subject : Voices...
Written : 03/29/96.11:30am

Have you ever just heard a voice?
 A voice made from the finest silk?
 A voice that sends chills down your spine?
 A voice that makes your heart beat faster?
 A voice that makes you cold and hot at one time?
 A voice that calls you near and then throws you away...
 Just to call again?
 A voice you could get lost in?
 A voice that could only be called Angelic?
 A voice that makes your skin crawl and your own voice shake?
 A voice that makes you sensitive to the touch and caress of it?
 A voice that makes your breath deep and heavy then fast and shallow?
 A voice that makes you see things?
 A voice that haunts your dreams and wakes you up shivering in the moonlight?
 A voice that is musical?
 A voice that penetrates your soul?
 A voice that calls to you, and tells you you are his?
 A voice that you would kill for?
 A voice that you would die for?

A voice I have died for,
  But never killed for..
I hear a voice,
  It's calling me..
It's singing to my soul,
  It's taking my Spirit..
A voice has killed me,
  A voice is killing me again..

That voice is yours and mine..
Intertwined for Eternity..

Nothing can save me or you..
For we are lost to each other..

A voice has killed us both,
And its going to do it again........................

Tell me...
Have YOU ever just heard a voice?
        I have......

Always and Forever,
           Cleopatra

Luv,
Kerry Ranney


Author  : Tuborg <16610>
Category: Tuborg teaches you a thing or two <51>
Subject : bexsex part 4
Written : 03/29/96.04:10pm


Beckman,

    Don't you love it when you go to have sex.
First, the female that you have chosen for your partner has the bodies
that you have dreamed about for as long as you could dream about that type
of stuff, and you two hit it off right away. You end up at her place, with
noone home but you two. the dogs are put outside and the lights shut off.
The tension has started and the questions is to who  will make the first
move of the night. Both of you being sober it is more difficult to take
chances feeling that you are going to open up too much and let too many
feelings that you shouldn't say in the first place out of your mouth.

    The first move is made, she turns her back to you and you bump
into her. She doesn't resist (AT ALL) with a gental push back towards you.
walking down the hall she turns around, still pressing your bodies against
each other. You slid your arms around her waist and tuck your fingers into
the back of her tight pants. She puts her hands on your chest and slides
them up and over your sholders. The two of you make ONE word of small talk
like "SO" and you start Kissing. the kissing gets so involved that your
hands start to move around each other's bodies. You move your hands to her
back and around the braw strap, she moves one of her hands to your top button.

The test starts, how long did it take you to undo her top?

/pause
bexsex Part 2


As the test has ended and you have passed, it didn't take you more than
three sucks on your belly to rip (litteraly) off her cloths. shredded on
the floor they act as a shield to protect you from the carpet burns that
you will still aquire as you try to slide your way into the bedroom (not
knowing who's it is) the motion of rocking back and forth ontop of her and
rolling over with her ontop of you. The sweat and darkness add to the
effect of not knowing who she really is. you make it into the bedroom and
onto the bed, asking in short bursts "who's bed room is this any way?" she
replys that is her parent's bedroom. as you sit upright, she grabs the back
of your neck and pulls you back down ontop of her. she roles over ontop of
you and handling your dick, sitting up right and tossing her head back
while you lay there in a still just thinking if her parents are comming
home soon. At the point that she screams you have lost all thought of the
parents and direct your attention to her titties dangling down in your
face, with sweat dripping from her nipples. You lick the sweat from her
heaving nipples as she pulls very firmlly on your penis, Up and Down, in a
motions that is tempting to a horse to shoot a rocket to the moon. she
then raises herself up on her ankles to insert you into herself while both
of you are in heat.

The test begins again, how long will it take?
/pause
bexsex Part 3

The movment starts, and he roles ontop again. the covers are but on the
floor and the sheets are pulled from two corners. He pushes in she grabs
for something to hold on too. He slids out, she is still felling for
something to hold while he is moving her. Their legs just laying there
like usless pieces of skin. his hands placed next to her waist holding her
and the bed, arms at length and head high in the air. Her legs are buckled
at the knee, trying to keep her feet in the same place without sliding.
her head flipping back and fourth still trying to grab for somthing as he
speeds the rythem. In and out faster and faster. Not yet she says in a
soft voice, Not yet. He slows ever so slightly, in and out, secreation of
natural lubrication is making its way to help the mostion. In and out,
breathing heavy and gasping for air, in and out, she grabs for him
touching him all over. In and out, touching him in places that only should
be used for sex, In and out, the night is young and she wants it to last
ALL NIGHT LONG. In and out, leaving himself in her they slow to a stop for
a gasp and a position change.

The test is still going, when he release his place in time and life?



/pause
bexsex Part 4

Now with the changed position you are both sitting up right, her legs
across yours and you helping her move up and down. in and out the thought
of music enters her mind to keep a beet to the music and time. In and out
the sweat builds more and more, harder to hold each other, the grips grow
tighter and tighter. In and out, the room grows hotter and hotter. In and out
she begins to moan, as he does to let the tention out, in and out, her
moaning has loudened to shouts for god and jesus, in and out, the time and
life has nothing to say in this instance, in and out, he starts to bight
his uper lip not to scream, in and out, he starts to growl, in and out,
her yelling has moved to, in and out, screaming with no holding back, in
and out, the mosition is faster than it has been, in and out, the heart
beats are aparent, in and out, he begins to scream, in and out, I am going
to cum, in and out, I am going to cum, she scream yes in and out, do it,
in and out I am going to cum, in and out, yes, in and out , yes, in and out,

and the time has come, there is a great glow in the room, he pulls out of
her, and rolls over on his back, as she curls up to him. the feeling of
what the hell am I doing with her. Her thoughts of unfreshness. She begins
to think, No comdom, no pills, no norplant, how far in me was he? Should I
tell him? they lay there for a time and begine to get dressed.

The car door slams closed. SHIT IT IS MY PARENT.. FUCK......you have to
get out of here. NOW...get out get out, OH MY GOD..... I am trying..
the sweat is as heave now as it was in mid heat. the worry is evident, at
the time it didn't matter about anything. What do dI do if they come in
their room and find it a mess.. what the fuck do I do? Go out the window..
it is two stories up. I don't care, get out.. as he jumps out the window.
she tosses his shirt and shoes out with him. pants half way up his legs.
Don't get cought.

The final test of life, meeting the parents after sex.

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                                                     ``::,,,,::''

Author  : Beck who wants to drive everything. <114223>
Category: Beckman: Driving it & U over a cliff <42>
Subject : I was Driving a hole in my pants reading this.
Written : 03/29/96.11:58am

Three whole fucking seconds.

Author  : Particle Man <9220>
Category: They're closing in! <95>
Subject : hey dude, dont call me dude
Written : 03/24/96.09:27pm

Here's my story, sad but true.
about a girl that i once knew
She Broke my heart, I because unglued
It all started when she called me dude.

Well today i leave the psycho ward
'Cause my sentance did conclude;
I had killed a man with my bare hands
Because he called me dude

The jury said that i was insane
Temporarily insane-brain strain.
But now the doctors say I'm A.O.K.
so i start my new life today.

This story starts some years ago
As I vacationed by the sea,
In the california sunshine
just me and my baby

I was in love feeling sky high
when a big blonde lifeguard walked by.
He looked at her, she looked at him-
I knew it was goodbye

He Took her by the hand, kicked sand in my face
She looked and laughed and said "Later dude!"
They were gone without a trace.
And the waves echoed her laughter
and her words....Yo Later Dude.

Later that night i was in such a bad mood
Sittin' in a bar drinkin' hard, getting stewed
Thinkin' 'bout that girl and how 'bout I'd been screwed
when some guy walks in, sits next to me and says
"Whats up dude!"

I heard the word dude and i became unglued.
Slowly i turned, step by step, inch by inch
and i put my hands around his neck, and i squeezed....
DON'T CALL ME DUDE!

So thats how I got where i am
But this ain't where it ends.
The doctors said they cured me
I said goodbye to my crazy friends.

I was smiling as i left that place
My life had been renewed.
The guard at the gate , he stamped my pass
and he said, "Yo later dude!"

Slowly i turned....

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