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>
To      : Frank James LoCascio <12538>
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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*           
*        Ulrick (I) says: "I AM; DREAM!
*                    WILL not I; Antoine follow,
*                  ....LEAD..."  (I) de Miej.
*
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*    Date: September 1, 1998 
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..===========================...Love is Endless...=========================/