Author  : Happiness is a warm gun.
Category: Ssssssscccccccrrrrreeeeeaaaaaammmm <1>
Subject : Happiness *is* a warm gun
Written : 03/20/96.03:38pm

  HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN




She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do do
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane.

The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
   Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the Nation Trust.

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun.

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun
   -Yes it is.

Author  : DREAMER <12918>
Category: Its about time <17>
Subject : My Heart patters at your touch.
Written : 03/19/96.11:45pm

               

                   I dreamt again, an arose.
               
                     Ah that air so tender in its touch.

                    Embracing me like the frozen wind.
                  
                      Pinning my love to her.

                    Why does it carry on doves wings?
 
                      I thought this mid airs life was a casual fling.
                
                    But as the dance had begun, it yet had finished.
                     
                      Like a running of clock, endless in time.<br> 
                     Her heart seem to ryme to flow with mine.
      
                       This midnight's twist, seem to just climb into
                       
                         enternities open nest. And leave my heart at a
 
                           peaceful rest.


                                                 "Love"
                                                March 19, 1996
                                              Dale E. Brashear

Author  : Aqualung <76766>
Category: From an empty mind <15>
Subject : A long time ago in a place far, far away ...
Written : 03/20/96.09:46pm


            "The Sea"

    The day wears on and the hours drift by;
    My boat twists and turns on the sea.
    I perceive the land with my naked eye,
    But the wind and the current aren't kind to me.

    My sole destination is near and yet not
    And the course to the shore in question.
    How I will get there with what little I've got
    I have no idea; not even a suggestion.

    As Tantalus tried in vain to sip:
    The nearer I get, the more the wind blows
    Me out to sea in my fragile ship --
    To tack back again -- and so it goes.

    Day after day and year after year
    More become drowned in the sea.
    We try so hard and get so near;
    Will we ever really be free?

    Have hope, my child, the end is near
    And the meek shall inherit the earth.
    There'll be nothing at all left to fear
    As we each realize our worth.

    So it is and so it was
    And so it ever shall be.
    Don't ever question life because
    It was always meant to be.

                    Jim Hamilton, Jr.
                    June, 1979

Author  : TINY <39485>
Category: Day dream <36>
Subject : "THE LAST WOLF"
Written : 03/21/96.02:41pm

            "THE LAST WOLF"

the last wolf hurried toward me
through the ruined city
and I heard his baying echoes
down the steep smashed warrens
of Montgomery Street and past
the few ruby-crowned highrises
left standing
their lighted elevators useless

passing the flicking red and green
of traffic signals
baying his way eastward
in the mystery of his wild loping gait
closer the sounds in the deadly night
through clutter and rubble of quiet blocks

I heard his voice ascending the hill
and at last his low whine as he came
floor by empty floor to the room
where I sat
in the narrow bed looking west, waiting
I heard him snuffle at the door and
I watched
he trotted across the floor

he laid his long gray muzzle
on the spare white spread
and his eyes burned yellow
his small dotted eyebrows quivered

Yes, I said
I know what they have done.


Author  : Knights of Myth Drannor
Category: I hate... <2>
Subject : I pity the fool.
Written : 03/24/96.02:45am

I have a vent to vent about: Ex's


    I hate that some people look at me in a bad way
    because of an ex.  People sit there and thing that
    there must be something wrong with me to go out with
    someone like that.

    I hate that that maybe be true, for I cannot phathom
    why I would go out with such a person.

    I hate that the ex had hurt a friend of mine,
    because they couldn't have things their way.

    I hate that the ex doesn't realize what a desperate
    person they really are, and how bad they are making
    themselves look "Just like a rubber ball."
    They will go out with anyone just to avoid being
    alone...and I do mean "anyone".  People like that are
    weak fools that will never survive life's "survival of
    fittest."  In the end we must be able to stand alone.

    To the hunter:  "They sometimes bite back."

    To the prey:    "Keep your senses up, the hunter is    
                 manipulative."


Author  : TINY <39485>
Category: Day dream <36>
Subject : " A SPECIAL FRIEND"
Written : 03/22/96.03:33pm

       

    "Life is a puzzle, if you try to jam the peices
            together all you have is a bunch of
        broken puzzle pieces, but if you place it
            carefully you will have a
        beautiful picture that everyone will be proud of"


Author  : Xythnia Star <106971>
Category: Nightmare <37>
Subject : A Sinner's Song
Written : 03/22/96.11:17am

    Ok I am in a weird sharing care killing horny mood so Im gonna
repost a peom I just put in the Gay.Writings su.  BTW there is some
Excellent poetry and prose in there if ya wanna check it out.
=============================================================================

                -Ebony

P.S. I have never wanted to show anyone this poem.  I've never wanted to
because its pretty sensitive even now.  I wrote it when I turned 9 after
the incident happened.  Obivously I lived but I still havent been about
to tell my family the truth about the whole thing. It may sound sort of
juvenille but I was writting it to myself, to give myself alittle peace.


-A Sinner's Song


This is the tale
of a solitary sinner
Sitting up in her room
with a book and a knife

She sits upon the floor
humming softly to herself
Ruining the page of a book
with her blood and her tears

Her mouth softly recites
the lines inside of the book
As the tears slide faster
down her check and to the floor

The book tells her
that what she is is wrong
That what she feels is sick
but she can't believe it true

So a man lies with a man
it is an abomination before God
But what of her with a woman
Is she sick as well

Hurtful words pour into her mind
from her mother's lips
From her father's lips
such hurtful words to a child

They talk of her aunt
the little fucking dike
The perverted pussy-eating les
since she loves another woman

They talk of her cousin
the little fucking faggit
The sickening cornholing queer
since he loves another man

The words pour into my mind
with the power of a waterfall
How they all say its wrong
and sick and perverted

The minister tells her
to be forgiving and gentle
But that those sickening queers
deserve to fester in hell

They say it's their fault
that they choose to be sick
That they want to do wrong
that they lust for evil

So she runs to her room
with only a book and a knife
Her eyes filled with tears
her small heart filled with pain

And she digs the knife deeper
into her small skinny wrist
With a smile on her face
as the blood hits the book

The room starts to spin
as her head starts to lurch
With a smile on her face
she curses them all

She knows they are wrong
that she didnt choose this
How could she choose this
being of only 8 years

So she just hums along
and slowly closes the book
The book, the Bible
is no longer her guide

It will all end so very soon
no more confusion or pain
She thinks to herself
with a smile upon her lips

And as the blackness sets in
and her heart is set free
She knows within her heart
what she feels is truly right


Author  : headlikeahole
Category: Poetry <13>
Subject : "the downward spiral"
Written : 03/21/96.12:57pm

I am a louse
because I am
godless.
I know that he is
raping me
everytime
he looks at me
his penis is
throbbing in
in his
jeans/genes
no flowers for
me
no spring for
me
razor cuttting
and
match burning
only feeling I
know
accept for
rage and anger
my soul is
dark
and I
am mysterious
and I danced
with death last
night as I
held the bottle of sleeping pills
in  my hand
death had bad breath
as I danced with him
I am
only i
i am
aware of
my insignificance
i am nothing
i suck.


Author  : headlikeahole
Category: Poetry <13>
Subject : oh the pain
Written : 03/22/96.12:13am

i am so
confused because
i find the
world lacking
people with my
depth of emotion.
middle class
simpleton jock boys
laugh as i walk
by with my
black eye
makeup
calling me
mary moon.
Oh lovely jock
boys if you
could only understand me.
if you only knew how
to love.
if you only knew
the depth of my dark soul love
i sit in
my bathtub with the
shower running
rocking back and forth
i am nothing
trapped in you're
middle class hell.


Author  : Nomad the Wanderer <43797>
Category: smegma <24>
Subject : doggie
Written : 03/12/96.11:04pm

Well, I'm only up to entry 763. Thought I'd post this before I forgot how
it goes. I don't know who wrote it BTW...

/pause

Oh, the dogs they had a meeting,
They came from near and far.
And some dogs came by  motor bus
And some by motor car.
On entering the meeting hall
Each dog could take a look
Where he had to hang his asshole
Up high upon a hook.
Now when they were assembled,
Each canine son and sire,
Some dirty bulldog son of a bitch
Jumped up and hollered, "Fire".
Now all was in a panic,
T'was hell upon to look,
Each doggie grabbed at random
An asshole from a hook.
The asshholes were all mixed up
Which made each doggie sore
To have to wear another dogs ass
He'd never worn before.
And that is why  until this day
A dog will leave a bone
And run and smell another dog's ass
To see if it is his own.


Author  : Demi God <112800>
Category: general insanity <1>
Subject : Dime
Written : 03/13/96.07:47am

I can't see what is bound in light
Flooding truths and flawless insight
Crisper still, the hazey confines
Everything so vivid as it falls between lines
Smoke from flame rises in bloom
choking air flooding my room.

In search of sickling prey
that which I can lame, and feast for the day
Say is in obscurement
Way is in abandonment
follow the path, it's your only device.


Author  : dave
Subject : Criticism criticism
Written : 03/20/96.03:03pm

There's them who do and them who don't
them who can't and them who won't
them who might and them who would
them who only wish they could

There's them who watch and them who try
them who sit and force a sigh
them who see and them who show
them who simply never know

There's them who laugh and them who cry
them who only wonder why
them who give and them who take
them who trash and them who make

There's them I loathe and them I need
them I shun and them I heed

dave


Author  : Mary Suzanne
Subject : For the fun of writing poetry
Written : 03/20/96.04:47pm

Being With Him

The stolen sun light in his hair,
As walks across the bridge we share
Evokes memories, that make me shy,
Repressed passions I cannot deny.

Remaining ambers and their flame
(The cinders smolder just the same)
Brand his name upon my heart
As being with him, though apart.


Author  : dave
Subject : Criticism criticism II
Written : 03/20/96.03:36pm

There are some who do and some who don't
some who can't and some who won't
some who might and some who would
some who only wish they could

There are some who watch and some who try
some who sit and force a sigh
some who see and some who show
some who simply never know

There are some who laugh and some who cry
some who only wonder why
some who give and some who take
some who trash and some who make

There are some I loathe and some I need
some I shun and some I heed

dave

shit; ha ha. started out "there's them that" went to "there's them who"
ended up, too late, "There are some who." I know; who cares?

d


Author  : LOVE
Category: Poetry <13>
Subject : "You Are There"
Written : 03/26/96.02:55pm

            *You Are There*


I shall save my poems
for the winter of my dreams
I look forward to huddling
in my rocker with my life
I wonder what i"ll contemplate
Lovers-certainly those
I can't remember
and knowing my life
You'll be there

You'll be there in the cold
like a siamese on my knee
proud purring when you let me stoke you

You'll be there in the rain
like an umbrella over my head
sheltering me from the damp mist

You'll be there in the dark
like a lighthouse in the fog
seeing me through troubled waters

You'll be there in sun
like coconut oil on my back
to keep me from burning
I shall save a special poem
for you to say

You always made me smile
and even though I cried sometimes

You said I will not let you down
my rocker and I on winter's porch
will never be sad if you're gone
the winter's cold has been stored
against

You will always Be there


Author  : ACID: I'll Pour it on YA <114399>
Category: Some assembly required <58>
Subject : killme
Written : 03/15/96.11:44am

After a long but not intentional absence I've decide to write a poem for
all of you to degrade.

        SOMETHING TAKEN AND NOTHING LOST,
        PEOPLE SCARED OF ANOTHER HOLOCAUST.
        FEARING WHAT WE CAN'T CONTROL,
        LIFE IS GONE FREE OUR SOULS.
        DEATH BECOMES JUST ANOTHER PART,
        THINKING LIFE WILL STAY IN OUR HEART.
        THERE IS NO LIFE AFTER DEATH,
        THE STATE YOU WERE BECOMES BEQUEATHED.
        OUR BODIES BECOME THAT EARTHLY SPICE,
        GIVING WHAT WE TOOK IN LIFE.
        SOULS ARE CAPTURED IN A CHASM OF DIRT,
        BROUGHT BACK TO A NEW REBIRTH.

            ACID, humbly thinking


Author  : TWILIGHT <45385>
Category: Ripped black fishnets... <18>
Subject : drivelously drively drivel
Written : 03/15/96.02:33pm

Some drivel from me:

I was once an ice sculpture
Born in the snow
Atop a mountain
Seldom scaled
And far from view
But then I was found
Thought to have been abandoned
High above
With everyone thinking
The reason for my stare
Was my diamond cut skin
And they wondered
Why I echoed when touched
And grew smaller..When my tears sounded as chimes
Still though
They mourned
When they could no longer see
This cold piece of art
And when they splashed
Through the puddles
They cried
Feeling their skin grow warm
While wondering what was missing
    -JLB


Author  : deadcat <66770>
Category: Love <43>
Subject : Instant
Written : 03/19/96.03:20am

The flowers are the only constant
as love changes and lust is forgotten
as women blow by in my life
as my location changes
as my standard of living changes
as the trees fall
and the years go by
and the winters come and go
and my moods swing with the tides
My scout uniform is gone
My old bicycles are gone
My boardgames are gone
I've lost my childhood
I've lost pieces of my memory,
and whenever I find one again I cry
and when I see someone with the Cat in the Hat I cry
and when someone show me their first love letters I cry
Everything I have left
Everything that I care about
Everything takes up about 2 cubic feet
And I wonder what I'm missing
And I think about worth
And I think about value
A vicious cycle
A vicious tide
A vicious mindframe and so much shame
Go on
Go forward
Won't look back
Won't be disapointed
Won't hope beyond hope
The only constant is the flowers and
The only tide rolls
The only Moon wanes
The only sun burns
yes
The only constant is the flowers
 

    Reply to NeanderGuy
   
 "WATER OF YOUR BATH"-- {I'M IN SEARCH OF A F WHO'D LIKE TO TAKE A "BUBBLEBATH
                          BY CANDLELIGHT" WITH ME!!}
                                      
    28 Mar 1996 04:23:11 GMT
    Global Valley Internet, Sacramento

                               WATER OF YOUR BATH

                     I wish I could be the water of your bath
                I would surround you with mellow warmth, liquid love
                Like a frolicking/childish wave on the sandy shore
               I would dash and break upon the firmness of your body
                    Engulf and moisten the places I dream of
              If I were the water of your bath I would memorize each
                               and every muscle
                  And being liquid I would take your shape
                        Mold myself to your every curve
                            Your every indentation
                  I would roll on/over/and off your satin skin
                        If I were the water of your bath
             I would send part of me to gather in the recess of your
                                    navel
                There my temperature would rise to match yours
                      And like the plants of the sea
                         I would move your body hairs
           In and out with the tide created by your body movements
                 Playfully I would slosh against your thighs
                 And become very intimate with your nature
                      If I were the water of your bath
           I would cleanse you as my ancestors the Nile and Congo
                            Cleansed your ancestors
              But even more When you leave me and pull the plug
                   I would defy the natural order of things
                   And stay and wait for your naked return.
                                              - Ahmasi


      The quest for a female (ANY AGE) E-mail playmate goes on!!
            ANYTHING is possible...but finding a quality
                       friend is MOST important...
                  I can be silly, romantic or KINKY...your CALL!
                    Write for stories or my jpg!

In case you are wondering!!!

I've always suspected that woman have richer, wilder fantasies than
men....Men are only beginning to perceive the true nature of woman's
being....They have created a false image of her.  She's' neither an angel
nor a bitch in heat.  If she is no longer an enigma, She's' certainly an
everlasting source of wonder and rich in unexplored possibilities in
every domain of life.....

I'm 38.. 6'5"  250lbs.. Brn Hair/Hzl eyes & short well-groomed beard.
Been told numerous time I look like a better looking Merlin Olson from
Little House on the Prairie, but with more hair!!!!  Light drinker or
don't smoke or use drugs.  Have a BS is Hospital Administration & MBA
from Pepperdine...  Was married.. my ex married her high school
sweetheart turned pharmacist... They live about a mile from here.  I have
2 great boys.. 13 & 9.. They live at both houses, but mostly here because
school is 2 blocks away....

I own & operate a mortgage business.. Due to payroll & overhead I moved
my operations to a converted study @ home.  Have 3 computers...

Have two lady friends... One is a 25y/o gorgeous gal...used to work for
me~but strictly sex.  The other is a single mom, my best friend, but sex
is as exciting as melba toast... Last time we screwed was, well
I forgot when.... I refuse to go through the motions if she doesn't want
it!  Hope that makes sense...

I prescribe to the theory that you if don't do something A little off the
wall & crazy you'll go nuts...   Although respect, trust and
communication is very important in any relationship, I still think its a
numbers game to find that special gal..

/pause

Here is a peice I found to be very interesting, wordage wise, and poem wise.