THE SACRIFICE OF TIES I sat in sheer fear of losing those bonds Of family repair and grace And a pure love invented and brought by these people And this monstrosity called truth lures me away and away and away And I fear for my health And I fear for my bliss I dont want to shit my pants for realisations sake But I know I must A journey this far is like seeing the sun without feeling her heat The encouraging stroke upon my face, touching like loved ones touch Fear of the truth, how stupid is that? I can vouch for nothing and if i cry i now know it means nothing Suicide appeals like eating balls of shit Papapapapapapa Losing your ties Losing your bonds Sam in the loneliness of Cornwall where kerouacs wondrous waves crash the shores Admiration of his battle strength seen in my eyes as great as winning a war A war it is Losing the ties Needed or not? Confused? Justifying my poor actions? The time is ticking and time leads to the present and I'm thinking Yes! Football in a few hours time The beauty of a life which had to come and go My Life Beautiful life, heavenly girlfriend, angelic faces of friendship My spirits are ideal I, not understandably, dwell in optimism And know the sun the moon and the stars are watching in near bliss Ah, the mystical wizard of destiny may tap my left shoulder at any second. Fri, 28 Jan 2000 19:49 SLEEPING WITH GOD BEATS FLYING WITH HITLER Bedroom, between walls of illuminous catastrophes In between minds full of haberdashery Catastrophes dressed as laughable cats Sticking extra long arms on my ears and legs in my moustache! Feeling incomplete yet patient Its some connection to this cute little devily shaped thing That keeps popping through my window Saying 'Come over here man, God is wrong' And for fuck, I sometimes believe him! Hah, the cheeky Impish little git! A friend of mine, I know, is his treasured acquaintance The top robot I am sure As sure as sure is real Her well timed arrival to the touch of my penis Complimenting my effervescence in my time of need And now her sudden abstinence from my arms! The minx blowtorch babe! Mixed up monster horse! Makes me want to squeal monstrosities at pigs and ministers and people who cant see clean beauty in love's bellowing silence But peace sweeps my body home to truth And I see love conquers pain and that pain only leads to pain So here I come bouncing like babies Dancing down the streets of coloured arms and smiling toys Treated like a baby People say one day I'll have to get a proper job 'Baby, you gotta live like a real robot' I like monkeys more than robots Only last night I left my girlfriend's home Fluid and restful Wandering mindfully A child's kite, happy to walk any distance in the cooling dreamy state of my future's palm With thoughts as gentle as; 'What am I doing in this life?' And 'What is love anyway?' Backpack on, travelling home early hours of the morning Red wine glowing like warm hands on full tummy Talked about this love of women to the garage attendant Recently befriended through drunkard excellence Shopkeeper with such disobedience and anger His tone tamed by angers absent lips Bothered by his own existence And the entirety of women His life arranged by religions mist We talked love and change He believed no change Maybe I made him think? But I had to leave, to where only last week The magpie crashed just metres from my eternal presence And swung branch to branch As if a rat had stolen some dead birds body And, this week, not far from, was a loveable dog Whom I followed for some steps Stray and scruffy, no strangling securities I shouted the dog politely, and its head turned straight to my face ugh, what an intrusive face! Face of space, face of fear, attack face, run face, disrespect face, old face, new face Eternal face, blue eyes, brown eyes, purple eyes, eyes of India, eyes of Japan Eyes of Majorca Eyes of remembrance Eyes of war Eyes reminiscent of local childhood bullies and streets of wrinkled violence Eyes forced into an uncomfortable glare making simple seconds pass like millenniums And my very own eyes are his paws! Phew! Off he trotted like a horse into the luring hands of the dark park Through the iron gates and gradually darkness took him from my vision Trotting down past, I imagine, the horseshoe-maker and the friendly cobbler Then the fishmonger, who waves protectively over his doomed bright crabbies Who wish the ways of the water, whether forgotten to them or not 'Because evolution says we should go home!' squeal the crabbles Through their subconscious love buttons And off trots the dog Past the screaming crabs In a dream or not Perfectly forgotten by the crabs who move to pastures new and old The horses trot, the dogs malice, and the thoughts of the crab All float mysteriously Smiling like Indians in warm wig-wams Down to the comforting bed of the lord Down to old Eddies knacker-yard Fri, 28 Jan 2000 19:49 SUN OR RAIN There are two options at every instant If you are good and true to yourself you will feel good If you are bad and false to yourself then you will feel bad I know it sounds simple but these two options strangle me Sun or rain, every second, of every day Now I must leave my page and you must lead your life hope this helps Yours Sincerely Powek Fri, 28 Jan 2000 19:49 EYE OF TOUCH, EYE OF VISION My cells are separating Emancipating from the slavery as Marley yodelled Flying slightly Under the serene influence of Ivan Morrison Of a man's sweet voice Of another mans cells Separating Matter to matter Dust to floating dust Flickered by the tongue of wind and gently spread by the lips of love Remember the simplistic experiments Where mass condensed and passed through a life of its own Released as evaporating angels Under the touch of a simple Bunsen burners flame Then re-incarnated as untouchable gases! Such rational amazement! This big re-incarnation bafflement Lying there, as sweet as a true mistress Too obvious for our unopened eyes One tangible touch of heat And cells stretching to where they wish ! Venturing honestly Into the waves of the nagual Fearless into the unfathomable With no recollection of illegality Or even lucidity I want to comfort you And you too want to comfort me For we can listen to the air that whispers And dive the waves of sanctuary that wash up on the sandy shores of the mind to see the souls of separated structures Vast and wide Rapturous visions of life lying closer to the eye than the eye itself! The eye With vision, ethereal The eye With will, gone Fizzle Floating through non-existence Into Oneness and out of nothingness Pretty little scrumptious nothingness Releasing the noose of expectation Before beheading the strain of explanation Fri, 28 Jan 2000 19:49 MUSIC Music cuts off my arms Rips off my umbilical length Tears apart my rib-cage Grinds at my pelvis Slices my forearms Masturbates on my smooth, clean hair Glues together my lips Daggers my eyelids Strokes my scratches Scratches my sores Cleaves off my fingers Lacerates my intestines Pressures my thumping heart Until all thats left is heavenly perception For I perceive Whilst time stops And when I exist again The clock exists again My steps exist again And walk meditatively Toward the next apocalypse Fri, 28 Jan 2000 19:49 THE WHISPERERS I say God You envisage beards flying through space God - all Just simply everything Love is God's sidekick A meat pie with a fly on it Now aint that bad !!!!! Ah Man, Its just gods fingernail God, love, truth, simplicity Such sincerity I pray mercy for you feather dusters Tickling and tickling away Whispering 'fingernails. We must find more fingernails' Fri, 28 Jan 2000 19:49 DINNER PARTY I feel strongly about nothing at this instant I am neither weak nor pitiful I am even I am a circus tightrope walker I am a crow on an unused telephone line I am a bowl continually rolling down an endless alley No need to correct me I am beside you Watching Your lovely curls and the way you sway and swirl and use your curls Instead of words to choose direction I am beside you Listening I am your ears Your voice sounds gently through Pennine winds Your words - 'I will find love!!!' Your thoughts sneak to the foggy hillside peaks Screaming - 'Will i find love?' I am beside you As is love As is the pencil portrait of my dog with his floppy ears Malfunctioning charmingly As is the greasy pilchard dish cooked and served on Comfortable tables alongside mediterranean sand grains Erupting between toes, warm and homely As is the packet of boiled sweets you purchased and consumed With mouth-watering intensity, licking your lips as men oozed by Eyes on eyes, with no return As is the big biscuit tin holding the most picturesque money in the world As are the living and the dead and the monsters And the creators who never existed As are the worlds never spoken of As are the words never spoken and the garbage can fish skeletons bought for millions As is the pure orange juice that settles in a simple glass Where luscious clippings of orange rest in the basement Collecting for the last magical gulp As are the supermodels and cowboy heroes As are the peasants and the earls Acting with thoughts and noughts and crosses Moving, tempting, helping, scalping, tickling And mama teresa is beside you, for I can Identify her little feet alongside everything Everyone and thing Inside of you Beside you Just lying there in your accurately woven picnic hamper With such a pleasant bow Pink and boat-like Floating On a gentle air cluster In an English country garden Fri, 28 Jan 2000 19:49 CONFLICT I have an eagle on my shoulder Its visions cannot be explained Its size roars from fearsome lightning bolts Volting perfectly through simple keyholes Its movement is clear and pure Unfaultered It does not know who it is As it needs no description And cares for no description It is an assault course for the karmic royalty It is an end Simplicity is enormous I like my eagle for he is you and I Sometimes the eagle walks past its Canary compatriot who sits on the shoulder of a familiar face Who's familiar anger builds each time he makes his distress evident 'My bird is bigger than yours!' he proclaims With the roar of a hungry lion I reply 'Your beautiful bird is no different to my bird' Again, he roars louder like a starving hippo The canary looks at him as if he has lost his marbles. Fri, 28 Jan 2000 19:49 TIME IS RIDICULOUS If I abuse you, I hurt myself If I throw banquets at your laughing lips I begin the starvation of my own body If I intend to manipulate, then I am inserting the Trowel and beginning to dig the hole where my Flawfull body will rot If anger is formed in this body, simply because of your presence After my endless slipstream of mind cries and hides From eventualities crawling out of the pasts dark hands Then I am not a man but an aggressive man If, in the cold, I blow out the simple candle flame to halt my Longing for the desirable, smoky, atmospheric jump From flicker to neverending blank action I become blind If I, at any point become incomprehensible it is unintended And your stream will catch this stream And link, not as words But as every stream heads to the eternal ocean If I persist to attempt an answer on asking myself 'What is mankind?' Then I am a persistent man of some kind Together with you In the blameless mental hospital called earth Both timeless and ridiculous Fri, 28 Jan 2000 19:49 VARIOUS LYRICS Her Fireworks Her fireworks Black and blue at base Stem, the mist of her youth The high stork stretching for the sun And speckles of light hit midnight Warmth to the tip of her meditations Where she lies in beautiful innocence The orient of her eyes Beaming presence on my body Unfolding the pretence Beholder of the present The only time, if time is named Her tip, a hysterical mass of wonder Thu, 28 Oct 1999 00:28:46 POEMS, POEMS, POEM Me & my keyboard Keyboards, Well, You know them Blending into wood Always in my mind Gracious The Australian keyboard frights of Johnny54 And plastic desks of boredom Seen through the eyes of null angels Angels whom have not yet flourished their wings Upon sweeping, singing societies Or broke from the ropes As tied turtle doves Poems will fly Emotion will fly Some things will die Yet, We know I still love mankind kind man? Kind one! Poems zoom by like flashlight motorway headlights As does life Or what we apprehend to be life I would say to the dead today; Dead you are not dead!! you are me! I love your god! You are the legs I stand on and trust! I am you To be with you what would I do? Cry? What a poor feat. Stamp on my head in harmony with the roots of my baby-faced trees Such trees of say, 20 years! I would stamp and stamp until I became you No need! We are we Heed, taken from the bible, the bilio, bbibliash Blibbibuckwinf Dreams, dreams, dream Cars and screams Life and girls Who will take my world as I know it? Beautiful cliffs, Waiting for the fall to wondrous waters Great abandonment! What a death of Dover! The white and blue as pure as purity itself Twenty times a day I am winning my battle against insanity I am, I am, Iam! The little freckled girl from Dennis She shouts and balls and stamps her crushable feet But Dennis is free! Dennis is a lion! A lion from the Allen of Ginsberg Who will live and die? My friends, survival is both our lowest and highest phenomenon Depending on the tilt of your butter-kissed head Boys, girls, brilliant moons of Jupiter, I do not care if you have eleven lumps And the rings of uranus from patterns of spoon moons I just love the word Neptune! Shining a delicate blue through simple rivers of musbury Neptune, I hear you shout my name Get me away from your far thoughts of solar systems and complicated starbursts I just wanna be a happy man ! Me and my compatriot, Neptune, deduce from this WE ALL LIVE TO SMILE LIKE THE DALAI LAMA! Every cover he abuses gently with genuine blushes The favourite, in Dobbsys cover of the waterstone, Manchester The deep blue Castaneda cover, horizon and depth Mercy Oh beauty The clips are taken from our bodies tonight Lets let it all hang out, like fat buddhas! Apprehension falls from minds Hanging like pussywillows Throwing our dimes Complimenting the radiance of simplicity! Thu, 28 Oct 1999 00:28:46 POEM Here goes into poem land again Try not to cling to egos and form Try to sway like smoke from chimneys in and out of angelic homes of plastic cartoned ashes clinging to the dead bodies as if the life itself is dead! Some smoke see joke like the yaqui Indians of Mexico and surrounding pointing the difference in the dreamer and the dreamed Don Genaro in his fits of spasmodic laughter Write it on a postcard home to England Stop breathing for me my fingers are now following diverging points distorted landscapes so i will break from here from this poem. Poor or not I cant tell anymore, let other earthlings check it out am i still here in this poem? Can't get out. End. I can't end this thing, It is me. Ok hope you are feeling clear and well farewell for now! Thu, 28 Oct 1999 00:28:46 THE RAINBOW CHAIN The whole country of china Lies sleeping under the Bonsai of her cheekbones Sun, 7 Nov 1999 19:47:34 EARTH AND HEAVAN All falls are still before and after All souls were souls before our bodies rose and melted I see the cracks in space, moreso in time Reminding me of my overflowing bath I see the gates of heaven rise through the mind As beautiful as emptiness But these legs are not moving Dragged through the dust by poor wisecracks of teatime radio With all their might I shall not fight For if medals make me happy I am crying The fist cannot chase the invisible If I am empty I am pure Sun, 7 Nov 1999 19:47:34 PHONE CALL The plastic telecommunications keep pushing down on my heart His massaging voice swells And eases its aura into an almost comfortable pressure Ring me, pick me up Silently smokelike Now. No later! Pick me up hands off me! The suspense is my form of power I am just a phone But I am selfish too And untrue Just like you humans With our malnutrition and constipations Pick me up But not yet You, John, are lying in my power Sun, 7 Nov 1999 19:47:34 PHONE CALL TWO Listen Mr phone, I know you can hear me My fingers were scratching the fragile glass of your suspense I was there at the phone And you knew it So you phoned me Are you my girlfriend? Beautiful as a fleeting thought Sunstars and tornadoes Tortilla and funky disco dancing Your suspense will lurk next time I am sure of this I could have conquered But you made it easy for me Next time the heart massage will last longer But I must be stronger For you are just a phone And my eyes cannot see as warriors see As the Indians see I can only beat you through my own lovely ignorance And where is the point in that? Sun, 7 Nov 1999 19:47:34 PHONE CALL THREE Pure phone Smooth phone All appearance But your power and perseverance Lie knowingly in your heart Sun, 7 Nov 1999 19:47:34 After hours of searching for the right words, I met two friends: King Horse and Elvis. They passed me these words, which of course should be passed on to you people. KING HORSE Cheap cut satin and bad perfume Showtime is almost here Teased up by a strip cartoon Laughing up your sleeve Sniggering in your beer Hed seen the bottom of a lot of glasses But hed never seen love so near Hed seen love get so expensive But hed never seen love get so dear Now I know that youre all King Horse Between tenderness and brute force She can turn upon a sixpence in the mouth and trousers set Hit the bill, ring the bell, never spill a sip And still she knows the kind of tip she's gonna get A lot of loose exchanges, precious little respect When its someone elses weekend Thats the best you can expect So fond of the fabric So fond of fabrication From comic books to tragic Through the heart of complications Meanwhile back in some secluded spot He says will you please? and she says stop If I ever lose this good thing that Ive got I never want to hear the song you dedicated tonight Cause I knew that song so long before we met That it means much more than it might Sun, 30 Nov 1997 14:39:46 YESTERDAY Right, yesterday, I was in the library as I usually am at this time. The clock strapped to my arm mentioned that the time was somewhere between nine and ten, you see the man who controls the minute hand had only recently returned from a holiday somewhere which meant he had not yet become in control of his work schedule. Your all wondering where he went on holiday arent you? Well to be honest, weve all known him for a few years now, nearly twenty-five, this was his first holiday. He wouldnt tell us where he was going, in fact we knew he wouldnt, or at least I did. At least I did what? Anyway the books in the library were kind of dusty, all with dark and Tatty leather cases, it was as if I was part of some film, you know where I find a book of ancient words, or a treasure map, just like being up in your grandparents loft, with the old paintings, put there years before anyone was ever born. Anyway I looked around, there was a man standing, there were three seats next to him, but still he stood, I could see this was a big moment in the library, as all the staff were peeking above their half-glasses they wore to go along with the stereotype that the general public had tagged them with since, well since something. Anyway this was the moment they had been waiting so long for, and they knew they would have a story to tell on their arrival home. The book in the mans hand had a title of some length, it read, Ten thousand hands around my fingers, seeing my world burn to cinders, suddenly I dont seem so wise, when your truths tell a million lies After all this everything fell back into place, as I wandered off to the chippy, which seems to be tasting worse everyday. I dont know why, same people, same potatoes, same place, same time, everything was the same apart from the taste. My explanation is taste-bud puberty, you know when all the things you once loved/or said you would never eat become, oh you know, you start eating plain crisps, I mean cheese and onion are top of my wanted list sometimes, anyone else experienced the taste-bud puberty yet? Well thats what went on yesterday during a break I was handed, only fifteen minutes, but obviously I had to estimate this. Sun, 7 Dec 1997 07:18:27 WELL, IT WAS QUITE SOME TIME AGO NOW I mean I was about seventeen and a half, something clicked, well the notes say so, although my feelings at the moment tell me that it was all lies. So, I think at the time I was off to explore something, nothing to do with the maze I was in at the time, this kind of formed around me as I walked a straight sort of path. Anyway it was just before dinner, I saw something which resulted in this, my explanation is poor due to the length of time between the notes below and the present day : On the day in mention, something was lost, it must have been something big, although I dont have the date feeling, you know when you smell something and it reminds you of an era you passed at some point in your life? Anyway (it seems) something that day was definitely lost, what was lost ? What was Lost Engulfed in the rays, the end of the maze, was near, one name..... and off to cloud nine. One more vision blue, and all would be seen, no knots, no more knots..... then off to cloud nine. A glow to surround, in a field of hope and dreams so close Maybe? An explosion went ahead, they found a thousand nerve endings dead. All the peace we had grown, in the garden, was blown and ripped apart. The mist and the darkness, like a pane of glass by the gutter Maybe? Shattered cuttings of pride, all intelligence found was lost or tied. A few more steps behind, a wave to stop the force, the hurt. A skull ripped in two, Like a pane of glass by the gutter Maybe? What was what was lost, a willingful morning gone, everything was done, was undone. Including all credibility... What was what was lost. Sun, 7 Dec 1997 07:18:25 RIGHT YOU GUYS, AM I MISSING SOMETHING? Its just like playing in those complicated shadows. Courtesy of Van and Elvis And I shall drive my chariot down your streets and cry Hey, its me, Im dynamite and I dont know why And you shall take me strongly in your arms again And I will not remember that I even felt the pain We shall walk and talk in gardens all misty and wet with rain And I will never, never, never grow so old again. Mon, 27 Apr 1998 16:58:03 RIGHT GUYS, I'VE BEEN HAVING SOME THOUGHTS this isn't how I speak) ok, erm... lets start again I'm a little nervous, (Is it hot in here?) I better go before I start going red, I blush easy, sorry about this, I'm not used to it. I cant do it. Sorry. Sorry. (I've wasted your time now, sorry). Sat, 21 Nov 1998 16:37:11 0000 WHO WANTS TO HEAR SOME GOOD NEWS? get all kitted up cherub cheeked ironed shirt theres a party on the hill smiling faces someone crying pretty balloons multi-coloured loads of small sausages (skinless) toothpicks and some horrible cake to bring home Sun, 29 Nov 1998 19:24:13 YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WIDOW IN OWN (True Story of the weekend) Right guys, I was watching telly the other night, (lots of words missing here) then woke up and did something similar. Soon I came to a conclusion, so I went out and bought a fluffy pink hat (not dissimilar to the rabbits in Alice in wonderland) I wore it like fascinated teenage film star. People passed comments in the street, none of them knew what I was thinking, they didn't know I had four quid in my pocket either... they thought it was a movie or something. Dan Hartree bought some three-fingered gloves from the same shop (didn't you Dan). Yeah that was a great day, me, Dan the stars And a little bottle of sunshine (in case dusk settled early) oh yeah, and a girl from the Woolpack, she lives on Haslingden Road or something, we all ended the day at Stickies, where Andy Ashworth has a new part time job. The highlight of the night was when everyone waited with bubbles of anticipation as Jon Tolley came out with his new togs on. Im on the ground Im upside down Youre in the air Youre in the air and I am breathing hope you enjoy the day ahead of you Sun, 29 Nov 1998 19:42:40 THE CONCRETE BROKE YOR FALL Im in love again like last week when I fell in the oil pit and nearly drowned I want to be next to her whenever I can be just to see her smile would send waves of optimism through my body like a swimming pool of sunlight. Ive moved house guys, right behind Mr Lindsays brother, I like it here, it feels almost as if I should have always lived here. Im sitting in my new computer room talking to you guys listening to Music in a comforting woollen jumper (great fit) not too dangly over the arms my arms hurt a little off the edge of the desk yeah the music has set (along with the jumper) a comforting atmosphere, Up by REM is now playing. Yeah right this house, it seems much bigger than I thought it has a nice little picturesque conservatory, which nobody uses. Erm, overall its good and the move went ok. Mon, 7 Dec 1998 23:21:47 THERE WAS A BOY ha This is the list always at the back of my mind go to Uni. (never gonna do it) get a full time job (Id feel too old) get a better-paid job (dislike office work/love present job) learn to drive (hate cars, dont trust other drivers) attempts to do these little things (not worth mentioning) buy a new guitar (very much in need of/cant afford due to first few points) travel the world (money/too scared) write more songs (lack of moments when emotionally worthy/lack of time/lack of support/instruments) ask the person of my dreams (too self-conscious/scared) gain sanity (dont know where to buy it from) grow young, buy a house MANSION and invite everyone I know/love to come a join and live as we want in peace and go and snowball houses and jump in mud and race spiders and jump from high buildings and throw things at people and drink and eat what I want and fly I would forfeit all of this for one thing. MAN THAT WAS A BIT DEPRESSING, thanks for letting me release it. I AM A LOT HAPPIER THAN THIS IN REAL LIFE AS YOU ALL WELL KNOW in fact please do not think I am unhappy at this present moment, in fact I am very happy sometimes I love life so much I want to hug it I love people so much. I guess everyone has these lists at the back of their minds (back me up guys). It snowed here yesterday! Quite thick. Mon, 7 Dec 1998 23:46:47 MY FINEST DEFENCE I hide from her until the day dies sometimes while the nights awake I escape and follow her to convince myself that I am trying One day I will reach from the frozen waters burst the tranquil balance and blue skies will grasp my wanting arms until I am pulled with grace beyond belief If anybody asks me This is my finest defence Tue, 8 Dec 1998 00:00:05 Hey guys, here is a poem of recent it is a nice poem with some mighty-fine help and influence from Jonny Robertson. I hope you all smile from bumper to bumper afterwards! THE TUNE AT THE ORACLE Sometimes if I stop and listen I can hear a thousand frightened fingers on a thousand frightened keyboards its a small war yet the disharmony exists And sometimes if I look away re-focus my vision points toward the one the unexplainable one the true For if I stop and listen more sometimes I hear our tune emit the oracle and see a thousand shining leaves wipe away a thousand shining teardrops 19 May 1999 14:51 NICKY NOGGIN Nicholas Maden, a fair maiden indeed. Not opened his mailbox, nor did he read, the mails he was sent, the replies he was asked for, maybe he slipped down the open Greek trapdoor. Weak ending. Week ending. Its nearly that lovely day us humans call Friday! Thu, 23 Oct 1997 18:28:48 AND AGAIN Sitting on a postal box, In a colourful country lane, I witnessed an event of norm, where I could lay the blame. A man of sorts was down below, and asked me what time it was, I said the time was 1997 more, he said he was 2000 years premature. He asked if I minded him waiting, little did he know, that in this town 2000 years had passed already, I'd left him with his wish come true. I think my exit baffled him, as I walked a winding path, for I could see his expression, he had not one feature left. I met him again later, He showed me his face and reasoning. I laughed and I greeted, to see him nod was strangely pleasing. Thu, 23 Oct 1997 18:28:41 ARE YOU LOOKING FOR LIGHT? It'll peel you down to shreds, and circle you with memories. Your face will glow for a time because, you really cant stand the faces. The little chair you always held, no longer bears you name bold. You'll fade away just like the ink, shattering into stories told. Theres one ray left still filled with hope, the ray you need to feed from. Your name can glow illuminated, before love eats you all wrong. All the people secure their laughter, and the words you need to climb. The ink is drying quickly now.... Youre running out of time. It'll feed from your weaknesses, and cover you in ashes. A smile creeps to your face because, you really cant stand the paces. The mist you need to conquer, will always stand before you. Like a never-ending roundabout, you'll need those who adore you. Learn the curtain, motion and trend, the fact is that the curtains always draw in the end. But good is all thats left to hear, Youre just going to have to spin in the opposite direction my dear. REMEMBER: You are just going to HAVE TO spin in the opposite direction, my dear. Thu, 23 Oct 1997 18:32:42 Remember the accent is filled by one and never NEVER two lines? MY REAL LIFE HERO I felt so sorry for the girl next door She was always next door, whenever you knocked yet she had a host of problems I think she threw all the keys for the locks She lived with a pharmaceutical company who fed her whenever in need and people passed by whom she never knew with eyes so easily pleased She had a problem as the sub-company had vanished well she wished this as it truly alarmed her friends all knew the game as well I could feel her fall apart in my arms But I never said anything I think she would have been easily scared she was so fine to plead with I mean you could run your hand straight through your hair Another problem was she had spent to long with a dog that always swayed and her sub-companion number 1 never knew the real game she played I now conclude that there is a fine line between beauty and duty I now conclude that there is a fine line between duty and beauty I NOW CONCLUDE THAT THERE IS A FINE LINE BETWEEN BEAUTY AND DUTY (Sorry for shouting) This is a deceivingly happy piece of work. Tue, 28 Oct 1997 14:05:16 NO TITLE FOR SAFETY PURPOSES My suggestive look mustn't have suggested a thing, she makes me blind with those flowers she strings, and inventions drip from her mind, so resourceful. I wish I could tell her how I felt, In words I wish I dared place a title, or even split lonely, but 'm sure she'll understand it's for safety purposes only, I'm sure that she knows she could easily throw me. But I'm nowhere near one hundred percent sure, In words. For safety purposes I included no name, I know how I feel, and I know its a shame, that I'd never pluck up the courage to stare, deep.....into her wholesome voluptuous glare. words...... words........... words.................. ............................who invented those damn things ? Wed, 29 Oct 1997 13:40:06 HERE ARE TWO THINGS I'VE BEEN MEANING TO SAY FOR THREE YEARS 1. Marched into the capital brooding duplicitous wicked and able media-ready heartless and labelled. Super US citizen super achiever mega ultra power dosing Relax. 2. A cramping style, a head that hangs low over your shoulder A face, that gradually splits and drips over your shoulder Siamese, we have formed a bond, people talk about us as one person Your bronze arms hold me, and shake me lock me Your flowing hair blocks my airholes beat me It scares me It scares me to know I would miss this Youre bronze arms. A face that gradually spits In slow motion Your bronze arms. (this honestly looked a lot bigger in real life) Critics welcome home. If anyone finds the answers You will have heard these before, maybe unconsciously, the previous ok. Ok. I'll stop babbling. Everybody understands, it just takes people a while to admit it. maybe I should underline this ??????????????????????????? okmanok Love that. I'd just like you people to know that I love you. Sat, 1 Nov 1997 06:10:27 SEVEN The day was the seventh, somewhere around Remembrance Day if I remember, sombrous tulips grew me a beautiful horizon, everything was there that I would die for. A mask appeared upon my face, me and the flowers formed as one as we embraced, the sun held me mercifully, I embarked with no thorn, everything was there that I would die for. Sun, 23 Nov 1997 14:04:29 WORDS SHOULD GO HERE A psychopath stands before my naked eye, leaving enough identity to become frustrated, I asked him to leave, he leaves enough silence to doubt his sincerity. A ghost stands before my naked graze, leaving enough pain to become human I asked him to stay, he stayed long enough for me to succeed him. A knife went through my back today, a regular occasion you say, but lose belief in your opinion. A knife went straight through, no matter was spilt, he stayed long enough for me to succeed him. A knife went through my back today, the girl who stood her ground was able, the girl of my dreams, making her name in the gutters and drains, was able enough to leave no bombshell, (on her part) he stayed long enough for me to succeed him. Sun, 23 Nov 1997 14:04:27 THIS IS SOMETHING AN OLD MAN THREW IN MY LAP In fact I'd say he... Was quite young, mid eighties, maybe the 1985 model, the ones we all had to send back due to high chemical content. He said to me, he said Lustful unlookable, he stuttered slightly, but... Thats another story. He said he kept clutching at a ghost like creature, I say ghost, but it definitely wasnt dead, I mean it was so alive it was killing him. He told me that reality was always possible, I smiled an acknowledging smile, he knew I was confused, but was too confused himself to mention my state of affairs. In fact my state of affairs was quite good at that time/this time, I mean maybe I was in love, or maybe I wasnt, nobody really cared about it anyway. He told me reality always seems possible on an uphill slope. These are the words he spoke: He said Lustful Unlookable (His words) Lustful Unlookable, moderate but meaningful, Ski slope and landscaped, normal but delicate, Remarkable perfection, lined and similar, Golden and workable, sensible and pure. Sculptured magnetised, bloated but familiar, Distinct and strangely questionable, slightly overdone Inertia.. forceful, gravity retarded, Simple and sensible, cloned yet post remarkable. (notice the switch ?) Lustful Unlookable Clutching at nothing more than the air surrounding a charicature Lustful Unlookable holding on to more hope yet reality seems possible on an uphill slope, Reality always seems possible on an uphill slope. Yes these were his words, moderate but meaningful.... too meaningful, the words just sounded like words to me, but after just a few seconds I understood every single one, I'm sure he was an angel, but he didn't seem to notice my state of mind, maybe he didnt need to. Maybe you guys can tell me what he meant by this, I'm in the ice-(st)age, I can see the healing water, but this little barrier is yet to be broken. How many of you fell asleep during this? Mon, 24 Nov 1997 18:37:32 |