F U C K E D  U P  C O L L E G E  K I D S
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        Looking at the universe and trying to define it's boundries
	is like trying to define the boundries of ones mind.
	The universe is as big as our imagination.
	Think about it and anwser me this
		"are there as many grains of sand on earth
		 as there are stars in the universe"?

	Open your mind and let the poetry flow

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	After all is said and done
	I pray that i'm the only one
 	to see things as they really are
  	like a watcher from afar
 	with such a dark and morbid task
  	to live forever behind this mask
 	of false voices, lying faces
  	disturbing words and deceving graces
 
 	Nomad
 	the Vagabond



		Biometrics
 	chop off your hands
 	tear out your eyes
 	steal your death mask
 	record your voice
 	make you as robotic as disposible
 	as inpersonal
 	as possible
 
 	Chatterbots
 	talking to a computer that takes away a persons job
 	where will it all end
 	i dont know if i want this cyber world becoming a par of society that i 
 	cant escape with a flick of
 	a switch
 	but do i have a say on which world I live?
 
						The Phantom of Thought




	Let Go and Let Me
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	Let me ...
	        show you the sunshine through the treetops.
        	caress your sadness and wash away the pain.
        	give you this drink to take it all away.

	Let me ...
        	walk through the path of stars at night,
                with you beside me, I will show you the
                moon beams that fall to only hold you.

	Let me ...
        	become close to you once again.

	Laying in a green field, 
        	let my hand run down your side,
        	touching you ever-so-softly.
        	Letting yourself close your eyes,
        	to feel the touch of a gentle and 
        	free spirit that can reach your own.

	Let me ...
        	reach the summits, and show you the view.
        	gather the ashes and build you a statue.
        	start over and you can too.

	Let go ...
        	of whatever holds you from me.
        	and set free what you hold captive.

	Let me ...
        	show you that there is some one 
        	give you the gift of what you long for ...
        
	Let go ...
        	of the hate that you have stored up,
                towards me and what has transpired.
        	and let be, what you know is not meant to be.

	Let me ...
        	be the candle that you light,
                	the air that you smell,
                	the one to recieve your touch.

	Let go ...
        	and Let Me.

							- Kamira
						December 7, 1998




	closer away


	push me away,
	make me come back
	draw me closer away


	a lone look
	seconds of indecision
	something clouds
	my foolish vision


	push me away,
	make me come back
	draw me closer away


	lovers in fights
	love is a battlefield
	in love united
	what will be my yield ?

	tease or squeeze
	words clear as a veil
	come closer, go away
	our love - yunk or grail ?


	push me away,
	make me come back
	draw me closer away


	jailed in my freedom
	boredom that exites
	kiss me, closer, NOT
	is there sense in all these rites ?


 	21st July 1998
	Ripclaw

	

	Melting waves of me
	Follow, melt your soul
	Take a running leap and fly
	confront what you're hiding from.
	Sacrafice yourself to what you believe in
	just to prove you believe.
	If you knew what I was thinking
	You wouldn't be running to me.
	I'm the last thing you need
	and you're the only thing I want. 
	If you want it so badly, beg. 
	Beg or fight. And you're not the fighting kind.
	Then again, you've never backed down from me.
	Feel what you can become. 
	Just try. No one's asking for more.
	If you fail, you let down no one but yourself.
	Stay and stick it out.
	It's the best revenge.
	Think of what they say.
	The rage that they direct at you.
	Then sit back and laugh.
	Followers never make a difference.

	Kel


	

	accidental tomorrow

        incomplete and empty, so my life is
        waiting for an accidental tomorrow

        current boundary set by dreams
        wishful thinking spread in black
        white walls accept my tale so stoic
        ends of the spectrum that shall never meet

        worthless pawn, sacrificed for greater
        untold hero stories born in distance
	
					mea_culpa


	 TEACHING.....
                
	To have a life to hold & cherish
	growing old and thus does perish
	stopping the clock won't do much good
	but to learn what life has to offer would
	ups and downs and round abouts
	living life intresting, taking new routes
	and when we retire old & grey
	we can look back upon this day
	show our desendants our wisdom learned
	for in time to come it will be their turn.

					Blaise

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        F O U N D E D:                         October 30, 1997