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Postby John-Locke on Fri Sep 09, 2005 5:38 pm

By Bob (Bill Murray) from the Motion Picture "What about Bob"

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I'm a schizophrenic
And so am I
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Postby TonyWilson on Fri Sep 09, 2005 5:39 pm

LOL JL, probaly the best puncturing of the pretension balloon ever.
Elitism is positing that your taste is equivalent to quality, you hate "Hamlet" does it make it "bad"? If you think so, you're one elite motherfucker.
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Postby John-Locke on Fri Sep 09, 2005 5:47 pm

There was an old man from Nantucket
Who wanted to fly a Rocket
The Rocket went BANG
His Bollocks went CLANG
And he found his Dick in his pocket.
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Postby Lord Voldemoo on Fri Sep 09, 2005 5:50 pm

John-Locke wrote:There was an old man from Nantucket
Who wanted to fly a Rocket
The Rocket went BANG
His Bollocks went CLANG
And he found his Dick in his pocket.


We should start a joke thread. Is there one already started that I haven't seen?
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Postby John-Locke on Fri Sep 09, 2005 6:03 pm

Lord Voldemoo wrote:
John-Locke wrote:There was an old man from Nantucket
Who wanted to fly a Rocket
The Rocket went BANG
His Bollocks went CLANG
And he found his Dick in his pocket.


We should start a joke thread. Is there one already started that I haven't seen?


DO IT
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Postby WinslowLeach on Fri Sep 09, 2005 7:12 pm

The Zone: A Poem By Winslow Leach

The Zone is the place to be
The Zone is an escape for me

When the day gets boring and very dull, I just log in and it makes me smile.

Lots of people to chat with here
Lots of fun to had be in here

Pictures, stories, jokes and lore
Movies, Music, Poems and More.

The Zone is indeed a wonderful thing

Theres no telling the goodness it bring.

Everybody get on up, Everybody get on down, the Zone will make you lose your frown...

So I hope you will excuse me now if I have to make haste.

I have many a photo to copy n paste.

The End.
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Postby Lord Voldemoo on Fri Sep 09, 2005 7:15 pm

:D :cry: :roll:
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Postby Adam Balm on Fri Sep 09, 2005 7:25 pm

TonyWilson wrote:Bloodletting by Saul Williams



Did everyone just scroll over this because it was too long or something? This is one of the most amazing things I've ever read.

I think I need to PM this to someone...
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Postby TonyWilson on Fri Sep 09, 2005 7:31 pm

Adam Balm wrote:
TonyWilson wrote:Bloodletting by Saul Williams



Did everyone just scroll over this because it was too long or something? This is one of the most amazing things I've ever read.

I think I need to PM this to someone...



Dude, it's fucking amazing isn't it?
I saw him do it almost "slam" style in regents park last year. I got shivers.
The man is a genius. he has an album too. Eponymously titled. Stunning work.
Glad you like it Adam. :D
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Postby Lord Voldemoo on Fri Sep 09, 2005 7:46 pm

I can almost hear it as spoken word, with rhythm. No wonder you had shivers.
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Postby TonyWilson on Fri Sep 09, 2005 7:55 pm

Yes Voldemoo, he was by himself on stage in front of maybe 500 people and everyone was silent for the duration it some people were crying at the end, not out of sadness just from awe.

Plus "your weapons are phallic, all of them" is the greatest thing to say to a gun nut ever.
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Postby Lord Voldemoo on Fri Sep 09, 2005 7:59 pm

I'm not much of a poet, my words hardly rhyme
and as to their quality, they aint worth a dime
I have no illusions as to my creative potential
I have a better mind for numbers, random or sequential
but today I feel poetic, like one Willy Shakespeare
we have reason to party, to stand up and cheer
So everyone jump on this raucous bandwagon
for as of this post, I am a Real Dragon
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Postby John-Locke on Fri Sep 09, 2005 8:05 pm

You're a poet and you don't even know it.
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Postby wonkabar on Fri Sep 09, 2005 8:06 pm

Humanity
you never had it
from the beginning
nothing but the dripping sink
the empty bottle
euphoria
youth fenced in
stabbed and shaven
taught words
propped up
to die

-Chinaski
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Postby Lord Voldemoo on Fri Sep 09, 2005 8:06 pm

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Postby wonkabar on Fri Sep 09, 2005 8:15 pm

This thing upon me
like a flower
and a feast
this thing upon me
crawling me like a snake
it's not death
but dying will solve it's power
And as my hands
drop a last desperate pen
in some cheap room
they will find me there
and never know my name
my meaning
nor the treasure
of my escape

-Chinaski :wink:
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Postby DennisMM on Fri Sep 09, 2005 11:08 pm

Man-in-the-Box wrote:Brilliant Wonkabar, Ok, let me give this a shot. Bear with me here, I'm not very good at this, but here goes

You put the boom-boom into my heart
You send my soul sky high when your lovin' starts
Jitterbug into my brain
Goes a bang-bang-bang 'til my feet do the same
But something's bugging you
Something ain't right
My best friend told me what you did last night
Left me sleepin' in my bed
I was dreaming, but I should have been with you instead.

Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high (yeah, yeah)


That always breaks my heart. Especially when they wear the tiny shorts.
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Postby DennisMM on Fri Sep 09, 2005 11:12 pm

St. Alphonzo wrote:
TonyWilson wrote:Ok now that looks cool. Am I really missing out on not liking kiss then? I haven't heard any for a long while.


Certainly not missing anything by avoiding that movie. Didn't MST3K have their way with it some time ago?


Unfortunately, no. They probably couldn't get the rights.

Kiss haven't done anything worth mentioning in about 15 years.


Kiss should have given it up long before Gene Simmons started wearing a topknot toupee. One can only do so much with limited gifts, as Ted Nugent should know.
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Postby DennisMM on Fri Sep 09, 2005 11:23 pm

Change of pace here. Gentlemen (really) and lady, sharpen your knives.

FYI, the system will not allow me to separate words with multiple spaces, so the formatting on this is fucked up in an attempt to retain an approximation of the original beats.


Junk

Mainliner
crouching in a doorway
out of the rain
no place to be
in the winter
too cold for sleeping
on a bench or in the open

But no cop's going to roust you at
two a.m. when it's eight degrees
Fahrenheit
they're busy cruising in their cars
or cooping in a hallway waiting for their
clocks
little tinkling travel alarms
to tell them when to check in

Mainliner
going cold turkey
in spasms
sweating in the stiletto
rain
kicking at the bricks in the wall

And no brother'll float you
a loan to score a nickel when
there won't be the horse
to share
even if you cut it

Mainliner
missing a shooting gallery
looking for the pump and
the rush of the junk at 2 a.m.
when it's eight degrees
Fahrenheit

Dennis MM, 1982
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Postby DennisMM on Fri Sep 09, 2005 11:25 pm

Lord Voldemoo wrote:I'm not much of a poet, my words hardly rhyme
and as to their quality, they aint worth a dime
I have no illusions as to my creative potential
I have a better mind for numbers, random or sequential
but today I feel poetic, like one Willy Shakespeare
we have reason to party, to stand up and cheer
So everyone jump on this raucous bandwagon
for as of this post, I am a Real Dragon


Whoo! Packers! Whoo!
(That most likely will make no sense to those of you who have not lived in the American upper Midwest.)
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Postby WinslowLeach on Sat Sep 10, 2005 10:18 am

Little Bo Peep fucked her sheep
Blew her horse, licked its feet
She ate its ass so very nice
Tongued its balls not once but TWICE!
OHHHH!

- Andrew "Dice" Clay
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Postby ONeillSG1 on Sat Sep 10, 2005 10:45 am

Adam Balm wrote:Roses are red,
violets are blue,
all of our base,
are belong to you.


I weep tears of joy and sadness all at the same time.
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Postby Lord Voldemoo on Mon Sep 12, 2005 12:45 pm

DennisMM wrote:Whoo! Packers! Whoo!
(That most likely will make no sense to those of you who have not lived in the American upper Midwest.)


Poor Dennis...bad day on Sunday for Pack fans...
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Postby Lord Voldemoo on Wed Sep 14, 2005 6:38 pm

Lord Voldemoo wrote:I'm not much of a poet, my words hardly rhyme
and as to their quality, they aint worth a dime
I have no illusions as to my creative potential
I have a better mind for numbers, random or sequential
but today I feel poetic, like one Willy Shakespeare
we have reason to party, to stand up and cheer
So everyone jump on this raucous bandwagon
for as of this post, I am a Real Dragon


I'm not much of a poet, my words hardly rhyme
and as to their quality, they aint worth a dime
I have no illusions as to my creative potential
I have a better mind for numbers, random or sequential
but today I feel poetic, like one Willy Shakespeare
we have reason to party, to stand up and cheer
So everyone clap as I take the stage
for as of this post, there's a Bomb in my Ribcage!
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Postby wonkabar on Wed Sep 14, 2005 6:49 pm

Lord Voldemoo wrote:
Lord Voldemoo wrote:I'm not much of a poet, my words hardly rhyme
and as to their quality, they aint worth a dime
I have no illusions as to my creative potential
I have a better mind for numbers, random or sequential
but today I feel poetic, like one Willy Shakespeare
we have reason to party, to stand up and cheer
So everyone jump on this raucous bandwagon
for as of this post, I am a Real Dragon


I'm not much of a poet, my words hardly rhyme
and as to their quality, they aint worth a dime
I have no illusions as to my creative potential
I have a better mind for numbers, random or sequential
but today I feel poetic, like one Willy Shakespeare
we have reason to party, to stand up and cheer
So everyone clap as I take the stage
for as of this post, there's a Bomb in my Ribcage!


You got the touch
You got the power

After all is said and done
You've never walked, you've never run,
You're a winner

You got the moves, you know the streets
Break the rules, take the heat
You're nobody's fool

You're at your best when when the goin' gets rough
You've been put to the test, but it's never enough

You got the touch
You got the power

When all hell's breakin' loose
You'll be riding the eye of the storm

You got the heart
You got the motion

You know that when things get too tough
You got the touch

You never bend, you never break
You seem to know just what it takes
You're a fighter

It's in the blood, it's in the will
It's in the mighty hands of steel
When you're standin' your ground

And you never get hit when your back's to the wall
Gonna fight to the end and you're takin' it all

You got the touch
You got the power

When all hell's breakin' loose
You'll be riding the eye of the storm

You got the heart
You got the motion

You know that when things get too tough
You got the touch

You're fightin' fire with fire
You know you got the touch

You're at your best when when the road gets rough
You've been put to the test, but it's never enough

You got the touch
You got the power

You got the touch
You got the power

congrats
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Postby Lord Voldemoo on Wed Sep 14, 2005 6:51 pm

yeah, the cheesiest song in history!

I'm a little concerned about my next poem, it might be hard to rhyme "Calrissian".

Amphibian?

Floridian?
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Postby wonkabar on Thu Sep 15, 2005 6:48 pm

0de


We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems


With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities.
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion art empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample in empire down.


We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth.
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.


-Arthur O'Shaughnessy
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Postby wonkabar on Sat Sep 24, 2005 5:25 am

“4 Those Nights When U R Alone”



You ever share your soul with a stranger

Only to realize he was a long lost friend?

Ever talk to a man like you would talk to a woman

And share what you can’t share with other men?



Can you picture your love being given

To a criminal stuck in this hell

Can you promise to hold off from judging him

Until the day when you finally really know him well?



Can you close your eyes and imagine

If everything went right

The power of passion finally possessed

After all those sleepless nights?



I bet you think I’m gaming you

Just like all the men in your past

Cuz all of them promised you heaven on earth

But all they wanted was your ass..



After all, what can I offer you?

Besides lonely nights and sweet words

Promises of pleasures to come

And lines you’ve already heard



All I can say is have faith in me

And in time maybe you’ll come to see

The definition and true meaning

Of friendship can be discovered in me.



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Postby wonkabar on Sat Sep 24, 2005 5:43 am

The original vision of the artist must flow
word
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Postby Adam Balm on Tue Oct 18, 2005 9:15 pm

"Skinning the humps"
by Buffalo Bob


It puts the lotion on its skin,
or else it gets the hose again.
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Postby bluebottle on Tue Oct 18, 2005 9:20 pm

Adam Balm wrote:"Skinning the humps"
by Buffalo Bob


It puts the lotion on its skin,
or else it gets the hose again.


ROTFL!!!
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Postby DinoDeLaurentiis on Wed Oct 19, 2005 8:23 am

Hehe... reminds a me of a the Joe Dirt movie when a Joe gets captured by a the Buffalo Bob guy...
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Postby wonkabar on Wed Oct 19, 2005 9:05 am

Don't come to me
To cure your itch
You beefwitted rancid
Whorebag bitch
'Cause if you do
I'll dig a ditch
And throw your runty
Garbage ass in it!
FUCK YOU!
FUCK YOU!
May gophers gnaw on your tits
And spiders crawl up your ass
I'd rather have some fun
On this side of my gun
And watch them sew
Your arms back on again
YEE HAW!


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Postby Pacino86845 on Wed Oct 19, 2005 9:20 am

Ass
Tits
Ass
Tits
Ass
Ass
Tits

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Postby wonkabar on Sun Nov 20, 2005 4:47 am

I have blonde hair
I pluck my eyebrows
I have my father's nose
my mother's hands
I have crooked teeth
and green eyes
I play guitar
I used to get sick alot
I like the color of wine
I've cheated on boyfriends
I've owned fake ID
But my hair is still blonde
and my teeth are still crooked
and I probably won't always like
the color of wine

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Postby The Garbage Man on Sun Nov 20, 2005 6:58 am

Wrote this haiku in the lunch line:

    Clanging on the floor
    Abandoned silverware
    Where is your human?
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Postby wonkabar on Thu Dec 15, 2005 11:41 pm

"My son ask for thyself another
Kingdom, for that which I leave
is too small for thee"
(King Philip of Macedonia - 339 B.C.)

Near to the east
In a part of ancient Greece
In an ancient land called Macedonia
Was born a son
To Philip of Macedon
The legend his name was Alexander

At the age of nineteen
He became the Macedon King
And he swore to free all of Asia Minor
By the Aegian Sea
In 334 B.C.
He utterly beat the armies of Persia


Alexander the Great
His name struck fear into hearts of men
Alexander the Great
Became a legend 'mongst mortal men

King Darius the third
Defeated fled Persia
The Scythians fell by the river Jaxartes
Then Egypt fell to the Macedon King as well
And he founded the city called Alexandria

By the Tigris river
He met King Darius again
And crushed him again in the battle of Arbela
Entering Babylon
And Susa, treasures he found
Took Persepolis the capital of Persia


Alexander the Great
His name struck fear into hearts of men
Alexander the Great
Became a God amongst mortal men

A Phrygian King had bound a chariot yoke
And Alexander cut the 'Gordian knot'
And legend said that who untied the knot
He would become the master of Asia

Helonism he spread far and wide
The Macedonian learned mind
Their culture was a western way of life
He paved the way for Christianity

Marching on, marching on
The battle weary marching side by side
Alexander's army line by line
They wouldn't follow him to India
Tired of the combat, pain and the glory

Alexander the Great
His name struck fear into hearts of men
Alexander the Great
He died of fever in Babylon
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Postby Ribbons on Thu Dec 15, 2005 11:57 pm

I heard that song today actually.
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Postby wonkabar on Fri Dec 16, 2005 12:00 am

hahahaha
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Postby Peven on Thu Jan 05, 2006 9:16 pm

Welcome to my church, I built it all alone
confess all your desires and I'll show you my own
open up your eyes, its time you saw the light
come receive the blessing I can give you every night

Faith is not required here, forget about your soul
I'm here to save your body and keep it from the cold
So much has been kept from you by those who do not know
how to give true pleasure and how to take it slow

Salvation of the flesh is waiting here for you
open up and let me in is all you have to do
You'll feel like you're in heaven from things I learned in hell
I'll fill up your collection plate and then I'll ring your bell

When my sermon's over you'll know you have been saved
because I will have given you all that you had craved
Now if you want some preaching this is not the place
I'm no man of the cloth, I'm one of leather and lace

by yours truly
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Postby Nachokoolaid on Thu Jan 05, 2006 10:13 pm

The Garbage Man wrote:Wrote this haiku in the lunch line:

    Clanging on the floor
    Abandoned silverware
    Where is your human?


Sorry, but your form is a little off. It's 5-7-5. You only have six in the second line. Perhaps "The abandoned silverware"?
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Postby havocSchultz on Thu Jan 05, 2006 10:31 pm

Green velvet insides…

And I stand amongst myself,
Unable to find the ability to sit
When I can’t hear the voices
That left me so long ago
But that I never really knew
Except for a name that could not
be pronounced or spoken
Out loud
But the whispers surround me
And ask me my name while chanting
The essence of being and staring
At my soul with undying complacency
And a matter of fact attitude
That says nothing so loud
That I rolled over in my own grave
And scratched the scab of a thought
That formed in my head the day before
Tomorrow and someday I’ll find today –
And I’ll nap tomorrow – and I’ll forget yesterday
Cause I don’t live in the past
But the future frowned
Upon the present that was sent to me
In a dream by me
When I couldn’t remember the
Correct address of somebody I didn’t even know.

So I wash the rain off my slacks
And burn the wool
Cause the clouds close in and the silence rages on
Like a scream of pain
If pain means love
And loves means death
And death means nothing to you if you’re dead
And the sun burnt a hole in my favorite shirt
And I fell to my knees and cried from the outwards in –
And on the left side was a speech bubble
That appeared in a different dialect –
But what do I know
With a mime’s intellect
And a mute’s verbosity
And a mother’s smile –

So I grasp the egg nog handshake
With the first 2 fibres of my being
And the last 6 threads of my ending
Until the point that I can’t see the thoughts
In front of my face –
I defile the understanding of a de-fouled
Right wing of a bird
That was born without an entire left side –
But it still flew into my memories
And has never entered the standards of
Sub-conscious cause there’s still
Nothing like the classics
But who gives a fuck.

Cause the chickens done
And my dolls all just got naked –
But they decided that
Before they were drunk –
But after they were dead.
Carved my name into the wind
And it blew me away –
Then my glasses saw something
They shouldn’t have and realized
That hearing wasn’t believing
And the postal service forgot to mail me
A stubbled trombone that the necktie handed
To a neighbour
At a barbecue for the dead
But today is not their day –
And under my teeth
Is a stained desire
That the tongue shies away from
And the mouth never speaks of
And my body feels nothing
But memories of somebody else’s life –
Somebody who never thought –
Never existed –
Never even was a passing moment –
But haunts me forever –
And I’ll never forgive the emptiness
That TV took away from others
While I got rich
And the book about my life
Is a fake -
Cause I have no life

And life has nothing to do with me
Even though I purchased it a diamond ring
That I flushed the fuck away
Because money IS no object
It’s a desire
And in the corner with the apple pie
That tastes like cherries
I have a hazy system that bruises
Like a peach
And falls apart like the vegetable
I was till I woke up from the slumber
Of awareness
And realized
There’s no place like down –
So I travelled as far up as possible –
And when I jumped from my pedestal
That had fallen further than I could fathom
I hit my elbow grease and slipped
On a whim –
And it was at that moment
That a ghost that never was
Looked me in the after thought
And said no toys for those
Who connect with nothing –
But know everything –
And say it all in one breath
After I inhaled
In the middle of coming down…


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Postby Peven on Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:30 pm

Life is such sorrow
'cause i feel i have borrowed
all of my tomorrows
and now payment is due
but she disapeared
with all that i had
and left my heart bleeding and blue

Time catches up
and time goes by
stealing hopes and dreams
leaving us to die
to sit and wonder why
nobody hears our screams

Love can turn to pain
like sunshine into rain
and I'll never be the same
lost along the way
still trying to find
someone that is home
as I stumble on day by day

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Postby Peven on Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:49 pm

Her name was Faith and she gave it all to him
without knowing thats where heartache begins
She was young and sweet, her heart wide open
he filled it with love then left it broken

he said, "thats the way
hearts get broken every day
its not the end, I'm not to blame
playing a part, passing the pain"

She crumbled inside, shaking and crying
through ten days of aching and ten nights of dying
Pain can be an educating teacher
turning the meek into dangerous creatures

Too hurt for love, and too scarred for hoping
she meets a young man with his heart wide open
His name was Cash and he gave it all
without knowing he was bound to fall

She said, "thats the way,
hearts get broken every day
its not the end, I'm not to blame
playing my part, passing the pain"

When the thrill was gone so was his money
and she started laughing as if it were funny
So young and sweet, he thought he was safe
once a believer, then he lost his Faith

She said, "thats the way
people get broken every day
its not the end, no one to blame
playing my part, passing the pain."


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Postby ZombieZoneSolutions on Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:53 pm

the worms crawl in
the worms crawl out
the worms play pinnocle
on your snout


Have truer words ever been written by man or God?
If so, I have never read them.
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Postby ZombieZoneSolutions on Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:58 pm

The Garbage Man wrote:Wrote this haiku in the lunch line:

    Clanging on the floor
    Abandoned silverware
    Where is your human?


i give the 6 syllable line a pass cause it's funny and paints a vivid comic image in my mind.

haikus are the best.
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Postby Peven on Fri Jan 06, 2006 12:05 am

Feel the passion in my stare
breath in deep and don't be scared
'cause time rolls along
and you don't belong
stuck in yesterday just holding on
to an empty song of despair

Let me take you for a ride
I'll take you far I'll take you high
breaking you out I'll set you loose
don't resist its just no use
'cause I am your excuse to paint the sky

Just let go and have no fear
you're not alone, I will be here
I'll be your one
your shining sun
to light the way you've just begun
a song you've never sung to dry your tears

Let me take you for a ride
I'll take you far I'll take you high
breaking you out I'll set you loose
don't resist its just no use
'cause I am your excuse to paint the sky

Come dance with me, dance all night
in my arms you'll feel no fright
moving to the beat
feeling our body heat
as I sweep you off your feet
two lovers' eyes will meet and know its right


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Postby Cpt Kirks 2pay on Fri Jan 06, 2006 12:13 am

Bessy met a Bear,
The Bear met Bessy,
The Bear was messy,




The Mess was BESSY!!!
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Postby havocSchultz on Fri Jan 06, 2006 10:01 am

Blacklighting the Navel

carpet burns
from a cotton tongue
my sideburns are bleeding,
on fire from a hydro line high-wire trapeze
strap on asphalt poet stained with antlers.

and I'm sorry, but i'm not trying to
lip-lock your fucking zipper,
and i'm starting to wear thin...

A stroll through the park
no littering of corpeses allowed, outloud, well-endowed, under a shroud,
secrecy, finicky, blank paper
ink-blot neck tie, un-knot do not glistening eyes,
quivering thighs
I wish i was a wall on the fly,
stroked unmalleable to the extent of a
hard-wood floor pre-shrunk and unrequited
for a loathsome favortie betrothed heinous hat
in a feather
from Grandpa's own hand-built fingers
to love is to leave your mind in the sand for the picking of the judgmental tomb,
and the rags have become rich,
and the cupboard is bare naked and punch drunk.
from the apple cored mouth wash 3 day incident in the month of november in the middle
of Summer on the pride of the old maid's new mop

and I'm sorry, but i'm not trying to
un-lock your impure thoughts
and you're starting to wear thin...

Hooves and Cloves and Garlic and Onions and a little
yummy fun with a shaved tennis ball that has been
overinflated
Just so you know, I am a Streetcar named normalcy,
and my shadows continue to outrun my smile
Varied palettes, to cut out my soul, and hand it to us
on a platter, with a silver spoon, and a rusted out fork.
I will serve. I will die. I will love again.
The Spark plugs under the hood are misfiring, and the socket's been licked
and the sparks begin to fly.

and I'm sorry, but I'm not trying to
out-fuck your burdened temptation
and we're starting to wear thin...

so please don't hamper my misguidedness
but i seem to have educated the mass
in the forlorn, cause the birds have escaped
from the cages hanging above my head,
the goggles are on, and i can see clearly now.
The textbooks are free, but for a price.
And the time has come for me to mimic the echoes,
and to mime the inadequacies
of our fathers...

and I'm sorry, I'm not trying to
good-luck your fucking life,
and this is starting to wear thin...

and i have begun to deflower my life...

wish me luck...
nicely done...
and this is where We begin,
and Us end...

and what have you gotten yourself into...?


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