PartOne
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
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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
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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
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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
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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 I'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
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Here are two things I've been meaning to say for 3 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
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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
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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
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This is something that an old man threw on 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
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