what is romance?
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:57:34 -0700
what is romance? is it a starry night? is it a walk on the beach? is it a stroll through town under the city lights? is it a stolen kiss? is it a shared meal? is it a candle-lit dinner? is it a thing you feel? is it a crazy dream that never will come true? is it what i feel when i look at you?
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:56:31 -0700
there was a war of the roses -
a vietnam war-
a one -
and a two-
as i look at you, son, i hope and i pray that you will not have to see one too.
the first was probably done with rocks and clubs, but weapons got tougher as time wore on.
the next one may well be the last one, and then all the wars will be gone. but you will too, son, so i hope and i pray that everyone will see that its wrong.
and the morning comes
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:55:12 -0700
and the morning comes-
and i think of you again-
the passion we once felt-
and i miss u-
and i long 4 your touch-
and i wonder if u ever think of me
or am i the only 1 trapped in our memories
they say there`s someone for everyone
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:53:04 -0700
they say there's someone for everyone but thats just not true. cause there's no one for me. that's why im so blue. they say someday you'll find somebody but that's just so untrue. i thought i'd found someone, now i'm all alone and blue.
santa claus came from the north pole
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:50:47 -0700
santa claus came from the north pole-
on the evening of the night before noel-
carrying toys to the good girls and boys-
thru the ice and snow- he's always on the go-
he fills the stockings so- until they overflow-
he's done within a wink- he's gone before u blink-
and then all you can hear is santa saying,
"Merry Christmas, and a happy New Year!"
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:48:35 -0700
put em together and remember me
remember the north
remember the south
remember me and my big mouth
remember the east
remember the west
remember me? i was the best
remember the night
remember the day
remember the games we used to play
remember the birds
remember the bees
remember the woods but not for the trees
remember the leaves
remember the trees
remember the ground
remember the dog
remember the cat
remember where your clothes are at?
remember me and all my toys?
remember me and my big bed?
remember how you earned it honey?
i cant describe the feeling
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:45:47 -0700
i cant describe the feeling when i look into his eyes. when i bounce him on my knee or when i comfort his cries. the way he slithers across the room. the way he pinches my nose. the way he pulls my hair. the way he follows me wherever i go. the way he goes to sleep in my arms. the way he says "da da". the way he watches me when i'm in the room. he makes want to smile. the way he reaches for me. he always makes life fun. i'm proud to know that i'm his dada, and he's my little son!
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:45:04 -0700
i am special in my own little way- i'm not a football player- i dont even know how to play- im not an athlete- i dont have a big husky build- im not a farmer- theres never been a field that ive tilled- im not the smartest man alive- and as for looks im kind of plain- and when it comes to jokes- im a pain- no i may not seem special to vous- but to mui im as great as can be- and the reason u see that im special to me is simply because i am me.
big blue eyes
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:43:23 -0700
big blue eyes. toothie smile. driving all the ladies wild. they all chant, "we love you!" chanting to my little matthew!
lil jonny ray
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:42:23 -0700
little jonny ray with eyes of blue- mommy and daddy sure love you- little j r with hair of brown- mom and dad happiest in town- little baby nate born september 10- parents and grandparents proudest ever been- little newborn nick- daddy's little boy in 1989 you first filled our hearts with joy!
i left my horse down in texas
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:40:28 -0700
i left my horse down in texas. cause all my ex's live down there.
my whiskey bottle's riding shotgun and my boots all smell like beer.
now leavin her wasnt easy but slammin the door wasnt hard.
ill never forget our shotgun wedding that we had in the back of the bar.
she looked me up in tucson. she looked me up in tennessee.
she looked for me at the alamo. that girl just won't let me be.
she called and said that she missed me. she said she cant live without me.
but i know deep down in her cold, cold heart, she cant live without my money.
and when we get behind closed doors and she lets her hair fall down...
i wake up all alone in our trailer park home, and my money is nowhere around.
she never wrote me in prison. she never told me she'd moved.
she never told me about her boyfriends. not any of the 32.
i w i w d
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:38:53 -0700
i wish for peace and an end to the pain
i have nothing to lose and everything to gain.
ill never be able to get ahead.
everyone is against me
i wish i was dead.
i miss her so much
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:35:37 -0700
i miss her so much. i long for her touch. i need her so. i cant let go. i cant live without her but she loves another ill love her forever and ever
i got it made
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:34:38 -0700
i got it made since the day jesus died. i got it made for i got eternal life. when a thousand years have gone i'll still be going strong. i may be poor but with christ i got it made.
the trashman may not pick up any more. and the bathroom may not ever get a door. in this world i may not get far. i may even lose my car. my bills may get paid late. but i got it made
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:32:32 -0700
white queen on white
white squares on the right
black queen on black
bishop's beside now attack
white king beside his queen
he does a little of everything
rook moves straight left or right
but his bark is worse than his bite
knight moves ahead twice then once
left or right this little guy can be quite a curse
cause sometimes the orders reversed
the pawn is given a choice first time out
he can hop up one or hop up twice
he cant attack the one in front
but if youre to his side he may surprise
beyond the rainbow
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:28:08 -0700
"with happy thoughts and faith and trust and a sprinkling of pixie dust."
o there they go, thru the sky. i didnt know that kids could fly. he came to earth one magic night from somewhere there beyond the light. he took 3 children back again that Peter Pan of Neverland.
sailing high-thru the sky- above the stars of autumn night- yes if u look u just may see- beyond the rainbow- the land of dreams that captain hook who lost a hand, while in a fight with Peter Pan, swore his vengeance on the boy in one girl's dreams so full of joy.
a crocodile that goes tick, tock is waiting there for hook to drop. for twas hook's hand that he did eat and now he craves some more hook meat. the six lost boys in hangman's tree shot down a bird they called wendy, then tinkerbell out of jealousy turned her in to hook and smee.
as wendy fell down to the sea peter pan took her to safety. he threw the pirates in the sea and in their ship went to the nursery.
they ask me to write
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:25:18 -0700
they ask me to write, cause i wrote once before. they say i'm "the best", in "who's who", and much more. so i enter a contest and send my best work. it comes back with a c. what'd you expect, you jerk? they only did it for the money! you've had it! you're through! you're an average writer, who's been averagely used!
it`s hard to find a gift...
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 13:11:46 -0700
its hard to find a gift for someone you truly love
cause everything thats on the shelves just isnt good enough.
to be clever? to be sentimental? the choices never end.
so here's a poem to tell you youre a very special friend.
the history rap
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 12:28:54 -0700
drivin thru in 82
job for me in 83
school no more in 84
Reagan's jive in 85
license to fix in 86
little heaven in 87
set straight in 88
son of mine in 89
new j o b in 90
Lexington in 91
Bush was thru in 92
girl for me in 93
kindergarten door in 94
thinkin bout u
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 12:22:35 -0700
i was browsing at the cards on a Friday afternoon
wanted to buy 1 2 send 2 u
wasn't a reason
no special day
just got this here card to say "hey"
ice ice water
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 11:30:42 -0700
yo listen up!
its hot and youre really thirsty
u havent had a drink since thursday
youre in the desert
the suns beating down
u look up and theres vultures flying round.
ice ice water
ice ice water
you'd like some ice ice water
ice ice water
its late and youre feeling hungry
you havent had a bite since monday
the waiter comes and says
"whats your order?"
then u remember that u got no money.
"uh, sir. im kinda broke."
the waiter stares
"just a joke!"
"ok- so what'll it be?
you like pepsi or you want some tea?"
uh yeah, i'd like some nice ice water
ice ice water
just want some ice ice water
ice ice water
youre fat and youre on a diet!
wanna eat, but u dare not try it!
take your baby out to dinner
she tells you how youre looking thinner
the waiter comes
says "whats your order?"
u order something that costs a quarter
the waiter says "what you want to drink?"
u want a milkshake but u stop and think.
ice ice water
i'll have some
nice ice water
how bout some ice ice water
ice ice water
the blue flame
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 11:07:55 -0700
your chemistry teacher told you that blue flames are the hottest, and the hottest hot head in town should have the hottest bike.
the blue flame is that bike. built for N'Astirh by the dwarves of Limbo, the blue flame can be called from Limbo by a whistle and returned with a simple voice command. and if that isnt hot enough for you, the headlight can shoot hellfire by voice command. (a feature N'Astirh insisted on no doubt)
also, the magic glove box can hold anything; you see its actually a gateway to a corner of Limbo.
The black chassis is useful for stakeouts (or stalkings) and the reflective blue flame decals are truly spectacular.
talk about fuel-efficiency, the blue flame needs no gas. it runs on 200+ soul power. (Donor must be within five feet of bike when command is spoken)
the blue heat shield is also voice-activated and will prevent thefts or muggings.
and since the bike steals souls, it can really be useful for that in-law problem. also the bike is always 50% in limbo, so its impossible to crash. heck, you wont even need a helmet! (unless you dislike bugs in your teeth)
1 life ends
posted Thu, 09 Oct 2003 10:35:32 -0700
1 life ends
1 life begins
the past is just a dream
a life thats far behind
she has her new life
and it seems
that i have mine
posted Tue, 07 Oct 2003 10:37:14 -0700
you're walking thru the zoo, and you feel it in your shoe ...diarrhea...
you're sitting in a chair and you hear some passing air ... diarrhea...
you're working at your desk and espy a nasty mess ... diarrhea...
you're walking down the hall and it runs wall-to-wall ...diarrhea...
you're laying in the bed and you feel it start to spread ...diarrhea...
you're climbing up a tree and you feel it on your knee ... diarrhea...
you're sliding into first and you feel it start to burst ...diarrhea...
you're pushing baby's head and you feel it wet the bed ... diarrhea...
i am what i am
posted Mon, 06 Oct 2003 13:02:38 -0700
i am what i am and thats all that i am. this is who i am. take it or leave it. if you cant take me as i am then youd best just leave.
on top of spaghetti
posted Mon, 06 Oct 2003 13:01:07 -0700
On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.
It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush.
The mush was as tasty
As tasty could be,
And then the next summer,
It grew into a tree.
The tree was all covered,
All covered with moss,
And on it grew meatballs,
And tomato sauce.
So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball,
Whenever you sneeze.
swm iso 18 sf
posted Mon, 06 Oct 2003 12:55:55 -0700
swm iso 18 sf 4 s&m. if you like to be spanked and cuddled, holla.
legend of the 2 dead boys
posted Mon, 06 Oct 2003 12:51:16 -0700
Ladies and Germs
Hobos and Tramps
Cross eyed mosquitoes
and bow-legged ants
i come before you
to stand behind you
to tell you something
i know nothing about
the admission is free
so pay at the door
pull up a chair
and sit on the floor
One bright, sunny day
in the middle of the night
Two dead boys for their lives did fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
One was blind and the other couldn't see
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play
And two lame men came to carry them away
A paralized donkey passing by
Kicked the blind man in the eye
Knocked him through a nine inch wall
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all
A deaf policeman heard the noise
And shot and killed the two dead boys
If you don't believe this lie is true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!
posted Mon, 06 Oct 2003 12:47:26 -0700
I'm sure you can imagine
it's as simple as can be
the place was Cherry Valley
the people he and she
She whispers, "Will it hurt?"
"of course not," says he
"It's just a simple process
depending just on me"
She said "I'm rather frightened
I've never had this done before"
He wanted to continue
"it won't hurt much more"
as the pain began and worsened
tears came to her eyes
she knew it would hurt a little
but this was a big surprise
Calm yourself my dear he said
as he pushed his tool on in
Now open slightly wider
so I can fit more in
Suddenly he gave a jerk
she gave a lil shout
it's all over now she thought
thank god he pulled it out
*Now read the story once again
about the dentist and you will find
it's not what you were thinking
that was just your dirty mind!!!!
welcome back potter!
posted Mon, 06 Oct 2003 12:43:46 -0700
COMING SOON TO A THEATRE NEAR YOU!
welcome back potter!
"oh oh oh mr. potter!"
harry potter returns to his old alma mater, when they need more teachers! can he turn the sweathogs into master wizards?
critics gave this one 2 stars;
jon gave it one and mikey gave it one.
posted Mon, 06 Oct 2003 10:46:29 -0700
mutants... children of the atom... the new age... for decades we have been among you. hiding in the shadows. but... times change....
the street was dark and cold. the policeman was on patrol. he wouldnt have stopped, but he saw something in the alley. he wasnt sure what... but checking it out was his job. as he stepped into the alley, gun in hand. he braced himself for prowlers. thieves. thugs.... he wasnt prepared to be ripped apart by a tall blue mutant. a monster. and i dont mean cookie.
he was six feet tall. with spikes over his body. and razor sharp wings. he had talons on his claws that could perform surgery. and the fangs. well, no one ever got close enough to get a good look at them and live. who or what was he? no one around here knew. he robbed for a living and he killed to keep from getting caught. some called him the beast.
1 halloween night
posted Mon, 06 Oct 2003 10:41:59 -0700
One day Buffy was on patrol in the graveyard, when suddenly Drucilla and Darla attacked her from behind with 666 other vamps. it was a struggle at first, but then Faith and Blade and Willow and Oz and Xander and Anya and Cordelia and Angel and Conner and the charmed ones joined the fight. they slew the bad ones in no time.
then Angel looked worried. "Its halloween," he said. "tonight the lawyers sacrifice to the dark lords of the netherworld."
the source appeared near them in a puff of smoke. "now that i have you all together, i can crush you with one blow."
Faith jumped behind the source and tapped him on the head with a stake. "i dont think so," she said.
then the charmed ones appeared behind her. with a white lighter and a powerful demon who was a friend of theirs.
"not if we can help it," they said.
"think you can take us all," asked Angel?
then a green demon hunter walked up beside angel and stared viciously at the source.
"how dare you turn on me," said the source of all evil. "i created you... and cable tv too. what would you do on a Tuesday night without me, asked the dark lord?
then suddenly the lawyers surrounded them with rifles.
"what do you want us to do with them?" asked the senior partner and high priest.
"oh," said the source. "just kill them. kill them all." then the source disappeared.
"ok shoot them," said the senior partner. the lawyers aimed their rifles. suddenly all of them froze.
then Piper said, "you know what, i'm thirsty lets go to my place for some cocoa."
"OK," said everyone, and they all walked to the charmed ones' home.
"hey Piper," asked Phoebe as they left the field. "what about them?" Phoebe motioned to the lawyers frozen behind them.
"O yes i forgot," said Piper. she unfroze the lawyers and they all shot each other.
"bad guys are so stupid," said Buffy. and they all laughed.
lost my car
posted Mon, 06 Oct 2003 09:45:29 -0700
i lost my car. i lost my home. i lost my mind when she was gone. what hurt the most in the end, is that i lost my best friend...
the hurt is always there
posted Mon, 06 Oct 2003 09:44:00 -0700
the hurt is always there, tho' the battle was long ago. A sharpened blade should cut as deep as the sound of her cruel, cruel words.
all shook up
posted Mon, 06 Oct 2003 09:42:55 -0700
i'd almost forgotten her beautiful face, the things that she said long ago...then i saw her again and a word from her lips made me lose all my poise and control...she once vowed not to speak and it hurt me so deep as she'd pass with her nose turned up...o, my love, should we e'er meet again, i know i'll again be shook up...
as published in HEARTS ON FIRE VOLUME 3
posted Mon, 06 Oct 2003 09:41:48 -0700
tell me that u love me whether it be true or not,hold my hand and hug me...let me think its love ive got ... blow upon my ear as u did that august day...and go thru life beside me... and i'll be happy all the way
10 commandments of marriage
posted Fri, 03 Oct 2003 17:40:59 -0700
1- she can do whatever she wants
2- you can do whatever she wants
3- your money is her money
4- her money is her money
5- everything is your fault
6- nothing is her fault
7- everything is hers
8- nothing is yours
9- she can go wherever she wants
10- you can go wherever she wants
two golden hours lost
posted Thu, 02 Oct 2003 13:53:48 -0700
two golden hours lost yesterday
sixty diamond minutes each
but no reward is offered
for they are lost
the promise of dawn
posted Thu, 02 Oct 2003 10:24:43 -0700
bright light in the sky
hot sun on your face
that the sun would rise
and save us from the cold night
sleep sound little children
you will always have
the promise of the morning light
2003 by RAY NICHOLS
as published in poetry.com
a home without love
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:55:53 -0700
a home without love is just a house.
a wife without love is just a spouse.
a life without love is just a waste.
a heart without love is empty space.
dont waste your time
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:55:20 -0700
dont waste your time on someone who dont love you.
dont waste your life on someone who dont care.
dont waste your hopes on dreams that cant come true.
dont waste your faith on things that arent there.
thought that we were
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:54:36 -0700
thought that we were starting over, but we're over.
thought that we were getting somewhere, but we're nowhere.
thought that i could be somebody, but i'm no one.
thought that we were doing it, but we're done!
life is short
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:53:44 -0700
life is short and pleasures are few.
hopes and dreams have faded from view.
i cant win no matter what i do.
i see im not good enough for you.
WHEN 2 PEOPLE
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:52:20 -0700
when 2 people are commited to each other.
when 2 people are together forever.
learning each other's turn-ons.
keeping each other's spirits up.
experimenting on each other.
devoting themselves to each other only.
that is romance
BETTER ALONE AND SINGLE
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:49:09 -0700
better alone and single
than alone and married.
if youre married and all alone,
youre better off buried.
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:48:21 -0700
marriage based on money will pass
marriage based on love will last
marriage based on lust will die
marriage based on trust will fly
the greatest masterpiece
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:42:20 -0700
some say that davinci was an artist quite rare.
i say the greatest work of art is far beyond compare.
tho we know the thinker was a sight to behold,
beside the greatest masterpiece all bets would fold.
driving a fast car is a pleasure indeed.
roses are as nice as riding a steed,
but the greatest pleasure comes from what u see,
look at the greatest masterpiece and you'll agree.
the greatest masterpiece is everywhere.
look around the world, youre sure to see one somewhere.
nothing is more beautiful than this work of art.
if u are good to her, u might just win her heart.
the sounds of torment
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:41:31 -0700
there'll be gnashing there of teeth...
people sobbing in their grief...
liars in the lake are burning...
and the back-sliders are yearning...
for the days before they turned away...
and sealed their fates...
these are the sounds of torment...
and the people bowed and prayed...
dear god save us from this fate...
but they found it was too late...
and they could not reach the gate...
and the people saw their loved ones
rejoicing around the throne...
and, in pain, they groaned...
these are the sounds of torment...
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:40:38 -0700
once i was hunted by nazis
altho i'd done nothing wrong
once i was hunted by romans
and forced to kill to live on
once i was hunted by christians
they threw me in the river
cause someone said i was a witch
unfortunately, they were wrong
once i was hunted by americans
they thought they could own me,
like i was a song
these days i'm not so often hunted;
just hated and discouraged from being me
once i was hunted
but tomorrow who knows what may be?
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:40:00 -0700
iron bars do not a prison make.
nor plaster walls a home.
im here with you every night,
and yet im all alone.
it takes love to turn these plaster walls into a home.
without that, we're just 2 people living together alone.
misty morning fog ------a haiku
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:38:14 -0700
misty morning fog
sunshine in my sleepy eyes
late for school again
u go your way
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:36:25 -0700
i know that u think that youre helping him, when u try to fix those girls up with him, but he's been a loner since the dawn of time, so you take the high road, and he'll walk the line. a child on a ball team came up to bat. his father then saved him and gave it a whack.
u go your way and i'll go mine. we dont have to meet. we dont have to cross our lines. our lives are just 2 seconds in the year of time. so you go your way and i'll go mine.
as the boy ran the bases, he thought something grim. he'd spend his lifetime dependent on him. u thought it would help when u put in the word, but she fled the scene like an uncaged bird.
published at last
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:32:24 -0700
published at last and didnt cost a dime...
published by myself...
my stories, art, and rhymes...
published by me...
a dream come true and yet...
i never gets no traffic at
i am a poet
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:29:34 -0700
i am a poet
if u dont know it
if u dont like it
u can stowe it
make a rhyme
most every time!
haven't even reached my prime
i'm the best
beat all the rest
dont mess with me
there's no contest
i'm good i'm badd i'm cool i'm hott
i'm like pepsi; i hit the spot
i go down easy
i hit you hard
i'll lay u out
when i catch u off guard
i'm like pringles
u cant get enough
you'll beg for more
when i strut my stuff
when i get down
youll give up
i make it look e z
cause my poems are tough
i'm a master of the pen
an intellectual giant
among simple men
i'm a 5 star general
in the poets army
when i open fire
i will bring u 2 your knees
if i set my mind to it
i can drive u wild
i can make u feel tall as a tree
or small as a tiny child
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:25:00 -0700
just like a camera
frozen in time
not captured on film
just descriptive rhyme
poetry captures history
and signs of the times
in pictures that dont fade
in picturesque rhymes
2003 by RAY NICHOLS
as published in poetry.com
money cant buy u happiness
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:23:47 -0700
money cant buy u happiness. money cant buy u love. money is the root of all evil, a message from above. money wont fill the emptiness. money wont fill the void. money wont buy u friends. just people who'll annoy.
daddys lil angel
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:22:44 -0700
daddys lil angel eyes of green and blue lil heartbreaker couldnt make it without you keeps the house so tidy babysits for us too daddys lil angel thank the lord he sent us you
mirror mirror on the wall
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:17:56 -0700
mirror, mirror on the wall - who's the biggest fool of all???
dont leave me all alone 4 xmas
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:11:21 -0700
all day i do my shopping- it happens every year- all night i hang around the house and wish that you were here- while u have fun with all your friends and never think of me- i stay at home all alone and dream how it should be
dont leave me all alone for xmas- cause i'll be missing u- it just wont be christmassy- without me holding u- dont leave me on my own for christmas- i need u in my arms- dont need no toys- my xmas joys- are you and all your charms
i need to know if someone cares- if u do call me please- tho xmas is a happy time- its not happy for me- remember all the ones u love- this xmas time of year- a word or two they get from u- could keep your loved ones near
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:07:55 -0700
there's an emptiness inside me...i can't feel things anymore...someone that i once loved...just walked out the door...nothing can ease the pain i'm going thru ...nothing can stop this hurting, darling, where r u?........
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:05:24 -0700
most schools are very normal, with smiling teachers, and happy students, but in the twilight zone, things are a bit different. come with me if you dare to 666 Elm Street, Public School #13.
The bell in the tower tolls loudly. The Quasimodo yells from the tower, "Time for School!"
The door to Room 13 creaks open. the sounds of music filter into the hall. Mr. Krueger enters the room. The students are dancing about the room wildly. Mr. K shouts at them, "ok everybody take your seat." but no one can hear him. He says it again, but still goes unheard. Then he turns to the chalkboard and puts on a glove with razors attached to it. He scrapes the chalkboard loudly with the razors. Everyone grabs their ears and sits down. Damien turns off the music. "sit down you little jerks," says Mr. Krueger. "Come to order."
Damien stands up and asks, "Do you know who my father is?"
the full moon is rising...
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:04:30 -0700
the full moon is rising on the highway up ahead.
its a hot nite and sweat covers my head.
been many miles since i've seen a soul.
i lean the seat back and turn on the cruise control.
been driving all nite with the radio on.
dont know where im going, but i keep going on.
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 13:02:03 -0700
there's a little town called Lilliville
the sheriff's name is One-eyed Bill
whenever there's a showdown
they always have a hoedown-
if there is a fight in town-
to break it up they send the town clown
they never have trouble with indians
everybody's equal here, son
they hunt and fish
they never starve
they drink milk
and chickens they carve
their land is free
and they owe no man
wouldn't you like to live in such a land?
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 12:59:38 -0700
he sat and stared at the blank page before him. he was a pro who had never had a loss for words. and now...
"i've got it. if Andrews loses, the beast will just be hunted by another. if Saboo were to lose, i'd be out of a job..."
"Dr. Andrews had been waiting for this chance for years. at last, it had come. he was face to face with the biggest, meanest tiger in all of the jungle. the cat had crouched and was ready to pounce on him. he slowly cocked the trigger and waited. his shot would have to be true. if he winged the beast, he would be its next victim."
"Maybe i should call it all off. Jerry did such a magnificent job with the drawings, but heck, people are tired of the tiger always winning. i've been doing the same old crap for years. Saboo always wins. it's not right."
a long, mindless stare at the wall.
"Yes. thats what i'll do. i'll kill the tiger. the readers will devour it."
he turns to the typewriter. banging like a crazed madman. he hears a noise at the back door. he ignores it. he keeps typing. another noise louder. he keeps typing...
the nextday, the inspectors stand over the body.
"no sign of forced entry. must be a suicide."
"looks like he was attacked by a large animal to me."
"but the doors were all locked. and the house is empty."
how could he have torn himself apart like that alone?"
the inspectors scratch their heads as fresh blood drips from the top of the desk.
she hates me
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 07:39:40 -0700
she hates me for something that i didn't do...someone lied to her and now i'm blue..but what hurts the most is not the lie. its that shes not on my side.
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 07:37:37 -0700
how can i choose her,when i love she as well.... how can i hurt the 1 i love, and hold my love as well?...if i could only have them both my love would find its voice, can't know that i've hurt either one. is neither the right choice?......
into the lion`s den
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 07:33:55 -0700
she said she loved him then she walked him into the lion's den and slammed the door shut. the first lion approached him. it's name was collection bureau. "where's my money?" the lion asked.
" i dont have any left," he said.
" then i'll kill you," said the lion.
" help me," he said. " get a job and bring him his money or he'll kill me!"
"tough luck," she said. she laughed as the lion tore off his arms and legs.she rolled in the floor as his pleas for help grew in intensity. then she stood and walked down the hall to the one she really loved.
"he's such a fool!!!!" she laughed.
she tiptoed into the living room...
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 07:31:51 -0700
she tiptoed into the living room and sneaked over to the christmas tree. she picked up one of the gifts and shook it to see what was inside. the gift did not make a sound. she shook it again harder this time. she thought the box must be empty because it was so light. she examined the wrapping paper; it was a dazzling design.
she sniffed the box, but she couldnt smell a thing. she wondered what could possibly be inside. it was so light and it didnt make a sound. mom and dad wouldnt notice if she just took one little peek. she thought she heard something move in the room. she looked about the room, but it was empty. she tore a small hole in the side, and peeked inside. a ray of light shot out from the tear.it filled the room with light. the box disappeared from her hand, as if it had been evaporated. a tall alien -type creature appeared before her. it pointed at her, and she was lifted high into the air.
"what is your wish, master," the alien said. "i am the grantor of wishes," the alien told her. "for setting me free, i will grant you one wish." oh no, she thought. now the box is gone and the gift is free; how will i keep mom and dad from finding out, she thought. "well,"said the alien,"what is your wish? make it quick , child. it is time for me to go."
she closed her eyes and thought really hard. "i wish...i wish... i wish i had never tiptoed into the living room," she said...
"Magenta," her mom called."get up, its christmas morning! come and open your gifts!" Magenta looked about the room, it was true. her wish had come true. she smiled, and skipped into the living room.
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 07:29:46 -0700
i nod off as it is late,catch myself, then nod off again. i grab a coke from the fridge, and return to my seat.
i take the pen in hand, yet again. i turn up the radio,just slightly.i think of an idea, as i nod off again.
when i return,the idea is gone. i open the can and take a sip, then off to neverland i again slip.
i feel myself falling down towards the floor, but i wake up just before.
i take another sip from my can, and think of someone in another land....
as i'm thinking weak and weary, my vision blurs, my eyelids heavy.
i need my rest, but i keep going, dreaming dreams, but fully knowing, that morning is just minutes away, and ill be tired all day....
i doze off one time more, and sleeping, nearly hit the floor. i waken with my eyes real wide, and know that its past my bedtime. and so i start to leave the room, and inspiration is my doom. i rush back to the pen again, and dive into a poem then...
I write of times most happy-i write of times most sad-remembering the good times-as well as the bad-i write of lonely nights-when the pillow was always wet-i write of those ive known in life-who sadly now are dead-i write of their loved ones-whove had to carry on-missing them every day-and wishing they werent gone-i write of lost love-that simply went away-and never even shed a tear-tho i cry for them each day....
i write of my dreams. i write of my fears. i write of my worries. i write of my tears. i write of places ive been. i write of people ive known. i write of flying dragons, and knights that they have known. i write of tomorrow. i write of today. i write of lots of little things in lots of little ways...
posted Tue, 30 Sep 2003 07:27:15 -0700
its not everyday that it happens. in fact, i have yet to see anything like it again. it looked like a midget yeti. it was covered completely with hair. the only other thing to tell about is its hat.
the wind blew it off its head, and the little fellow chased after it. it ran down the street, almost caught the hat, then a second breeze sent the hat sailing around the corner. it chased after the hat.
i just stood there amazed,... dumbfounded,... shocked. i never saw it or its hat again. its a weird story i know, but its true, or my name isnt george washington.
lil grey kitten
posted Mon, 29 Sep 2003 12:21:46 -0700
a little grey kitten strolls down a pier on a foggy, cool night. His wet, little feet tired from his midnight swim. he sits and listens to the foghorns sing, and the church bells ring. The friendly north wind blows a cool breeze through his wet fur on the warm night. he watches the lighthouse's mighty beam sway back and forth over the harbor. then, he moves along.
posted Mon, 29 Sep 2003 12:21:00 -0700
"good night, Benny."
"good night, Mom," said Benny.
Mom had tucked him in and kissed him good night. She turned off the light as she left.
He didnt like this room in the dark. he waited. The sound of his mother's footsteps disappearedin the distance. Then he turned over while getting up on his hands and knees. he took them from under the mattress.
they felt so comforting in his hands. the box was bigger than the ones downstairs. these lasted longer, too. he couldnt wait; he had to see the room by firelight before he went to sleep.
the grandfather clock outside the door chimed. crickets sang outside the window. cars drove by ocassionally. it was a beautiful night. benny lit the match...
the bus station
posted Mon, 29 Sep 2003 12:19:34 -0700
almost deserted, the terminal is a somber, echoing way station. a shuffling janitor moves through the room with a pushbroom in hand as a muffled typewriter clicks behind scarred doors.
a young man watches as the wall clock's hand advances minute by minute, click by click. he sits alone on a long, narrow oak bench with his arms crossed and a cap pulled low over his eyes. a backpack and a bedroll rest beneath his outstretched legs. he is dressed in stiff, new jeans and a denim jacket that has not been washed yet.
his glance once again flicks to the schedule board, and he eyes the departure time for his bus. then, he feels a soft, feminine touch on his shoulder.
the young woman's face is a familiar one. he stands and she hugs him.
"sheila," he says. "what are you doing here?"
"i,..." she says. a tear runs down her cheek. " i wanted to... uh... tell you good-bye."
"but you already did, babe," he says.
" i did?" she asks. she looks at him as if she is searching for something.
"yep, " he says.
" oh, " she says. she turns to leave. she walks away slowly.
"wait," andrew grabs her arm. she turns to face him. "it won't be any fun in the rockies alone. come with me."
they exchange smiles, then kiss.
" i dont have any clothes with--" she says.
"that's ok," he interupts her. " i already packed for you." he unzips a duffle bag and shows it to her. she laughs.
"when do we leave?" she asks.
a close encounter
posted Mon, 29 Sep 2003 12:18:01 -0700
yesterday i lay down, just as i had lain down everyday before. i heard a crash, and i jumped to my feet. i ran to the nearby window, and i looked out. i saw absolutely nothing; i decided to try the window in the next room that looks out on the street. it was an awful pile-up. i rushed to the phone, and i called for the fire department. i laid down the phone. i went outside to see if everyone was alright.
i reached the cars. there were three of them. i looked inside one, and it was empty. i saw a leak at the back of the car. the car behind it was on fire. i ran from the cars, and i turned and looked at the cars again. i saw a funny-looking alien beside of the burning car. he pointed what appeared to be a ray gun at two people inside the car. i realized the cars had crashed because of him, and he was vaporizing all of them. these were the last two.
he shot them, proving me right. i decided to call the police, and i ran for the phone. the creature was following me slowly. i grabbed the door knob. Oh no!!! Locked! i fumbled for the key. The creature was in front of me. He raised his gun,... aimed.
"Lay down the gun," i screamed. "and we'll be friends!"
"okay," said the creature. "Let's play tag; you're it."
i clicked my heels together 3 times, and i said, "there's no place like home," repeatedly...
"there's your story, now i'm going to bed," i said.
"good night, dada," she said.
"good night," said i.
posted Mon, 29 Sep 2003 12:13:45 -0700
He rode into town one hot summer day
soaked with sweat from riding the range
his horse was white a palomino
his gun was silver
his bullets gold
his hat ten gallons
his vest held a badge
"MARSHALL" it said
he lived on the edge
his draw was like lightning
his gun his best friend
when he found a villain
its career would end
his name was Art Laws
he stood for the law
he protected the weak!
did i mention his draw?
he came into town with a warrant in hand.
to arrest a villain who had killed 30 men
the man was a cad of this there's no doubt
he was really bad inside and out
Art tied up his horse by the sheriffs place
he entered the room to make a request
he asked where to look to find this bad man
the deputy shrugged and shook his hand
the marshall got a room at the nearby hotel
then he went to the saloon to look for himself
he asked a few questions but got no replies
he noticed the fear in the bartender's eyes
he ordered a gin and he sat down to relax
the room slowly cleared except for 1 man in the back.
3 men entered and all wearing guns
the piano player then left on the run.
"Marshall," one called. "we've come for you.
if you want to take Billy you'll have to take us, too."
"Well if you insist," Art said with a smile.
by this time, he was facing them all.
One hit the floor. Art's gun smoked.
the other 2 drew, and both hit the floor.
Art turned about, his gun was still drawn.
There stood a man at the back of the saloon.
"Thanks," said the Marshall.
the man sat back down.
"I hate unfair fights. not allowed in my town!"
the Deputy walked in "you got em i see!"
"thanks to that citizen over there who helped me."
"Who?" asked the Deputy. "Theres no one back there."
Then Laws looked back and saw an empty chair.
the Deputy smiled,"Very funny.
Next thing you'll tell me the Sheriff was there.
Billy and his friends killed him right over there."
Marshall Laws left town the next day,
but he stopped to look back as he was moving away.
"Dont worry," said the Sheriff
who was standing there.
"long as im on the job,
their kind will be rare."
from the twin moons of angola
posted Mon, 29 Sep 2003 12:12:05 -0700
From the twin moons of Angola, Ambrose sits and watches the mortals below. He watches the peace treaty proceedings of Atlantis, smiling. He remembers back to the old days when the mortals were constantly fighting and never prospered. He pictures a future of peace and prosperity. He sighs, thinking they have finally arrived. As the council goes into session, he hears something behind him. He turns around and sees the Draconian fleet approaching the planet, with the majority of the Angolan Fleet behind them. Another wing of Angolan battleships approaches from the planet and positions itself between the Draconians and Angola.
"How did they get this close to home?" Ambrose asks himself out loud.
"guess you can thank me for that," says a familiar voice.
Ambrose recognizes the voice as that of Draco, the Draconian God.
"You," says Ambrose. "You know we dont interfere in mortal affairs."
"O they would have been here soon enough anyway," says Draco.
a tear rolls down
posted Mon, 29 Sep 2003 11:58:37 -0700
A tear rolls down a cheek- from an eye that has long been red- it falls onto a pillow- upon an empty bed- another swiftly follows- the sheet is very wet- a lonely soul calls out for comfort- but there is none to be found- its trying with its tearing- bad memories to drown
sum girls kiss me
posted Mon, 29 Sep 2003 11:57:16 -0700
sum girls kiss me- sum girls hug me- i guess they're ok- if they dont give me quality time i just walk away- they can beg and they can plead but they can't stay the night - only those who cook me dinner see the morning light -
cause we are living in a material world and i need an old fashioned girl. you know that we are living in a material world, and i need an old fashioned girl.
i just want sum thigh...
posted Mon, 29 Sep 2003 11:56:10 -0700
i just want some thigh- wrap your legs around me baby- wrap your legs around me baby
where my hoes at???
posted Mon, 29 Sep 2003 11:54:45 -0700
where my hoes at? in the front and back - can u repeat that ? u say u like to be smacked - we get a lot of that- no my hoes dont fake it - they enjoy that-
a friendly smile or loving touch
posted Mon, 29 Sep 2003 11:50:32 -0700
a friendly smile or loving touch does not insure love so much. a kind word or stolen kiss does not insure eternal bliss. one who says they love you today may turn into a memory from yesterday.
true love is forever.
true lovers are true blue
in everything they say and do.
you got me feelin emotions
posted Mon, 29 Sep 2003 11:46:54 -0700
in the morning- when i rise- i start to think of- homicide- and in the middle- of the night- i grab your neck and- squeeze it tight! - and when i dream- i dream of drowning u- cant get it out of my mind- and its driving me to homicide!!!
...YOU got me feeling emotions- murder, anger, hatred and rage! o o o o o u got me feelin emotions- wanna send u to the heavens above
2 hearts 2 souls
posted Mon, 29 Sep 2003 11:45:13 -0700
2 hearts 2 souls 2 minds 2 gether 4 ever 2 hearts 2 gether helping each other supporting each other caressing each other needing each other touching each other forsaking all others knowing each others turn ons driving each other wild 2001
2 eyes meet
posted Mon, 29 Sep 2003 11:43:11 -0700
2 eyes meet- 2 minds desire- 2 hearts beat as 1- 2 souls bond and cannot be undone- 2 people slip into their private world- and no 1 can tear them apart- 4 their love is too strong
2 castles in the sky.
posted Mon, 29 Sep 2003 11:42:08 -0700
2 castles in the sky.
2 towers way up high.
2 symbols of a land.
2 dreams for all of man.
countless children of moms and dads?
countless ideas in their heads?
countless dreams for better things
that won't be coming back again?
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