posted 12-20-2000 05:13 PM            

"A LETTER TO NOBODY"-

You don't know me.
Because you don't want to.
Or maybe it's because you don't care.
Maybe I'm an unwanted intrusion or
Maybe I'm a superficial invasion
Of your privacy.
You don't know me.
And that's the way you'd like to keep it.
Because to tell you the truth-
It's more convenient that way
For you. And for me, too, I suppose.
When I cry, you're not there to hold me &
When I laugh, it's not from one of your emotions;
The walks I take &
The nights I lie awake;
The phone that doesn't ring &
The songs I tend to sing don't move you to
Tears or
Love or
Fears or
Hate, because-
You don't know me.
I've tried &
I've cried &
I've lied to myself about you.
Maybe it's my fault you don't know me.
Maybe I've found a thousand reasons
To keep you from sharing
To keep you from caring
To keep you from running into my arms &
Knowing all about me.
But it's not all that.
It's you too.
You just don't care &
You don't want
To share yourself with me.
So just go on then,
And walk in your pretty little way,
And speak the trivial little things you say;
And when you cry-
Wipe it on somebody else's shoulder.
Because I don't know you.
And that's the way I'd like to keep it.

posted 12-20-2000 05:26 PM            

Wind passes through heated, scorched,
Black grassy fields.
Rolled back, white-eyed faces
Staring life-lessly into my soul.
Pierce, pierced my heart
Tear to eye
To cheek
To Black grassy fields.
Rolls on drums, bass step stomps.
Creeping near.
Why, I ask?
Men lie beneath my boot
Lifelessly.
Thoughts racing through my mind.
But not quick enough to beat a bullet.
In this time- there-
A field of evilness soaks into the land.
Then I awake-
Knowing why I will never be there-
On that field, near the threshold
Of what's next in life.
Here I stay, near the borders in which
I am prepared to run.
To run
Run
Run away from Black Grassy fields...

"I'll BE BACK-"

posted 12-20-2000 06:07 PM            

As faithful example for my vocation
Beauty was given me at birth
If I was born, not blind nor deaf
to it-
Adopted to the one who burns & steals
my heart
The fault is his who destined me
to the fire-
I live by sin, dying to myself
I live
No longer my own life, but the life of sin-
Here there are arms, feeble for the task
Of saving me from death
For against dying, 'twere better to be on
foot to help me fly
Than to have arms & not helped by them.
Death is not the worst of things, as some
believe
For him whose last days go beyond the first
By grace...

posted 12-20-2000 06:11 PM            

The eye, moving slowly around underneath
Shows but a little part of the great ball
It's view serene now, shifting much the less
And it goes up & down the while it covers
From which its eyelids all the shorter are
The less the wrinkles show the while it opens
The white so white the dark move
more than funeral.
(author unknown)

posted 12-20-2000 06:18 PM            

We are more than friends &
Less than lovers-
Two spirits crafted apart but
Made as one.
I reflect you as you do me
The closeness to you is like
No other but-
You are further apart than
Anyone I see
So across the Great Divide
I'll wave & say goodbye
Then turn away...

[This message has been edited by richbo (edited 12-20-2000).]

posted 12-20-2000 06:47 PM            

(THis one is dedicated to FredrickCleveland)-

I am forever
Like with one supreme
When beneath the fiery, beefy, ruby nectar
I adored her.
She went to stalk me as a moist tepid
Fabulous spot heavens soil would possess-
Vast as my millions jubilant sable could rise
"The blonde lizard I", she claimed
Like a curio dwell
Smell
And in bony and bogus form...
(author unknown)
later!
-peace

posted 12-20-2000 06:57 PM            

quote:

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Originally posted by richbo:
okay gang-! i'm gonna go get some beer- so's if i get drunk and don't make it back- keep the thread goin' for me...!
i got a great poem about ants and one about sex being a metaphor like a volcano... (if i can find that one)
in the meantime-

I am forever
Like with one supreme
When beneath the fiery, beefy, ruby nectar
I adored her.
She went to stalk me as a moist tepid
Fabulous spot heavens soil would possess-
Vast as my millions jubilant sable could rise
"The blonde lizard I", she claimed
Like a curio dwell
Smell
And in bony and bogus form...
(author unknown)
later!
-peace

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posted 12-20-2000 08:05 PM            

FELIX AND THE ANTS-

The ants.
The ants, man!
The ants get everywhere, man!
They keep coming.
You can kill some of them.
You can kill ALL of them-
It doesn't matter.
The ants, man!
The ants keep coming back, man.
Today, I killed some of them.
But don't worry-
They'll be back.
Because they're ants.
They're ANTS, man.

posted 12-21-2000 01:38 PM            

An orgy of smokers...

posted 12-21-2000 01:45 PM            

quote:

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Originally posted by richbo:
[B]Okay-
Vile, vile, violence
B]

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This line rings in my head.

posted 12-21-2000 02:00 PM            

Images- Too many goddam images.
They have taken up refuge in mass
Quantity form. Minds sing songs of
Numbness.
The lawlessness of rememberence.
Fields of chaos and order at the switching
On of a light. Or darkness-
Recycled food? Hand me a heaping helping of
Soylent Green, would you?
We driver chariots without horses
Mustangs run on petrol fumes
And dumbfuck O.J Simpson.
We eat out of metal canisters- the alumnum
Sticks to our brains. Heavy metals. MMmmm MMmmGOOD!
Machine controlled sundials- and is strictly enforced.
Their pride sank!
It was later found on the ocean floor
Or the shore?
Pride itself blew into a Firestorm as the idiots
Watched.
Machines of Metal.
Images of MAN.
Welcome to THE NEW GODS.

(okay, that one isn't going to be dedicated to Pinorpala- i wanted to find a nice one for her)

JeeZ! How many times do i have to correct my spelling-!?!? i HATE TYPING! (i've got like 16 WPM going here...)

[This message has been edited by richbo (edited 12-21-2000).]

posted 12-21-2000 02:16 PM            

Numbers running thru my veins
Slowly program me in sane
Should I run or
Should I holler
Face the pain or
Watch the slaughter?
Hungry hungry devils call
Take the mark and
Feed them all
Bridges gap
The bend is cursed
The harvest came
And death went first
Close your eyes and
Wax to cold
The days are gone
All this foretold-

Sheesh! these things are getting darker by the minute. Maybe i should stop and have a cigarette...

[This message has been edited by richbo (edited 12-21-2000).]

posted 12-21-2000 02:19 PM            

Okay so it wasn't a poem, but that one is dedicated to Pinorpala

PINORPALA!!! WHERE ARE YOU-?

Hi Isabel!

posted 12-21-2000 02:27 PM            

read about some of your experinces whats up man?