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



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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)