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	"I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely
	definitions of prose and poetry, that is; prose -- words
	in their best order; poetry -- the best order."
				-- Coleridge.

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	The Dearest One Too Far For Me to Touch.

	It hurts to see you with him, and not with me.

	I was the one that brought you two together--if I could have only seen.

	The closer you two become, the further away I drift.  And this pain kills me
	inside deeply, too much to even speak of.

	Instead of speaking, I write these words, though I doubt I can work up the
	courage to give this to you.

	You were the night that completed my day, the sunshine that broke through
	after the storm.

	You were there when I needed someone to talk to, and you were there when I
	needed someone to cry with.

	You were the one that I truly wanted...and I still love you so much,

	but you are the dearest one, too far for me to touch.

	--Doesn't it just kill you when the moment that you can no longer have
	someone, that time when your chance is up, that you realize how much you
	really do care for them, or love them, and you can no longer have them.

	-damasa



	Summer

	Freshly birthed summer
	powered with inate ability of breath arrest and
	tear release by sweet pollen scent, clothed in leaf greens
	and aquamarine skies, I try restricting my pleasures from the afflicting
	treasures of the sun disk, tsk tsk tsk. Give in! As a child I enjoyed time
	and again.
	Called my friends I played and stayed until the incandescents I so learned
	to resent. Presented themselves, ending my day. At least until the unsuing
	one, new days new fun.
	THAT is the message I'm teaching, reaching out to both you and my inner
	child. Repression holds back the regression that destroys aggresion and
	promotes affection.  Honey bee kisses from misses one's heart rushed over,
	crushed over time by want of things, yet still God brings the pleasant rings
	of memory and for that I give thanks.

	TheMo-Man



	If you ever felt I needed you
	please realize the time is now
	My life is picture perfect
	the world is shining bright
	yet I still wakeup in cold sweats
	chased by shadows in the night
	The scream that's stuck in my throat
	chokes me day by day
	The memories of the way we were
	stepping on the back of my neck
	pinning me down
	until i lose the desire to rise again
	Laying spread eagle on the floor
	afraid to breathe
	lest you return
	and start all over again
	Picking myself up
	I return to face the day

	Kel



	The Corruption - Part One

	The blanket
	Smothering, withering - non-existent
	Its my life
	But don't you worry what their bitter hearts are going
	to say

	It comes to a conclusion
	It rests upon your shoulder
	London Bridge may fall down
	Spinning, Spinning, Spinning
	Tumble, rumble, rumble
	Cock a doodle do, cock a doodle do


	Rest - upon thine eyes and face
	Peace - thrust thy will on this place
	Death - just all that - death --- waste.

	Can I touch myself
	Can't I live in life myself
	Romeo and Juliet whispering their soft moans
	Where are their eyes staring now?
	Molten, melted.  drowned.
	The ocean - my hatred encompassed.
	My country - utter despair.
	Why do I...
	Feel so miserable...

	I need your emptiness
	For strength from within
	I need your fear
	For my own courage
	I need something else
	What?

	Last call for alcohol.
	Sex on the beach is calling my name.
	A buttery nipple on my palette
	Rob Roy filling my soul
	Last call for alcohol
	Stumble, stumble, rumble
	porcelina goddess
	                she awaits my offer
	porcelina goddess
	                she is all my need
	Last and final call for alcohol
	Plummeting down my shirt
	The orange, the yellow, green
	        CRIMSON
	                The
	                        Floor
	                                My
	                                        Friend


	Alas...
	Your god has forsaken you
	My god has forsaken you
	Eli Eli lima shavakhtani
	So now it is finished
	cock a doodle doo, cock a doodle doo, cock a doodle -
	The silent mass of the silent masses
	Why cry for your soul
	Cry - tears - ocean - drown.

	I see with your eyes
	You taste with my tongue
	No one has their own.
	My phallus... your phallus
	Your winking lips... your winking lips
	Its not natural


	... ...
	dot dot dot - dot dot dot
	com, org, net, gov, edu, mil
	its all up in your head
	hacker, cracker
	                                        script kiddie
	my b0x 0wnz j00
	lol, brb, lmao, ttfn, imho
	ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

	echo
	life, echo
	strife, life, echo
	peace, strife, life, echo
	echo

	Man cannot pass beyond human subjectivity.
	Man simply is.
	No wonder is ever amusing enough for human
	consumption.
	Someday love will find you
	Oh, heaven let your light shine down
	Du hast mich gefragt und ich hab nichts gesagt
	Joy oh joy
	Peace of peace
	Land of the lakes
	World of my despair

	Christ
	Satan
	Buddha
	Mohammed
	Yeshua
	YAHWEH
	Wicca
	Christianity
	Judaism
	Islam
	Muslim
	Christian
	Jew
	Taoist
	Buddhist
	Satanist
	Nihilist
	Agnostic
	Atheist
	Deist
	what does it all mean in the end?

	Nada, nothing...
	For you entertainment
	the cost is only your soul
	eternal dedication to a purpose of not that way
	in the end, nothing really matters

	Louisa went home
	She saw her husband, lying on his back, half awake
	She went over to his side, noticing his penis flaccid
	The room smelled of sex
	Louisa went to the closet
	her mind a complete blank
	Pulled her gun from the shelf
	loaded it, kissed her tits, and then sat in a corner
	She put the gun to her head, realizing this was the
	end
	One second before she gave in
	She realized it was not her fault
	She stood up
	She pointed the gun at his dick
	Pulled the trigger

	Pointed at his screaming head

	Took the car keys
	left for reno
	left with all the money
	all the hope
	all alone...

	tIck TiCKSoN



	Maybe, Just Wait.
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	If I have something to tell you,
	share with you, confide to you,
	how best do I share it with you?

	Would you prefer me to just tell it
	to you over the phone, in an e-mail,
	or how about a postal messenger?

	There's something inside of me,
	trying to claw it's way out to you.
	How best do I let it find you?

	Have it go from my lips to your ears?
	From my fingertips to your eyes?
	My hand to your hands?

	Boardering about the edges,
	hanging on the fringes,
	almost falling into your lap.
	It's trying to find a path to you.

	Do I just let it go and see where it leads?
	Or should I hold on, until I sneeze?
	Would you rather not know and have it cease?

	Skirting around the issue,
	not looking into your eyes,
	butterflies fluttering in my tummy,
	you know how many times?

	Until I find a way,
	I just let the days slip by,
	and hope that somehow, it will find ...

	Maybe just my heart to yours,
	a glance from my eyes to yours,
	will all it need to be,
	for you to really see.

	But, the past is the past,
	the future is where the hope lies.
	So glad it's now and not then,
	why go back only to withstand?

	The feelings boiling up onto my tongue,
	I can't help but feel them trickling down...
	are they just going to hit the ground?

	Not wanting to change it all,
	rather just have it all,
	I let it all just fall and pass it by.
	For what if it were only to ...

	Let it drive along,
	just so you do not go,
	I guess I'll just wait and see if it dies.
	After all, maybe it's just because of your eyes?

	A sight not seen, yet felt.
	Now felt, and now unseen.
	There's something there,
	yet what does it hold?

	We took the jump,
	and landed on the rocks,
	so why not just stay back
	and watch the bluffs?

	(c) Copyright 2001, September 28, 2001
	Written by: Kamira



	In Pursuit of Me

	To search around the world
	for freedom,
		freedom to be me
	to find who i am, to open my eyes
	in my blindness to see

	I never quite fit the mould
	and never could see eye to eye
	Family and Friends ?
	they say i would never try

	many years are wasted, many years lost
	unknown sexual prefrences
	just to find who I am
	looking at my long list of refrences
 	not happy with any of them

	For everyone to see me and know who i am
	to show on the outside,
			what i feel on the inside
	The need to shout out in silence
	to make myself heard
	for people to see i have nothing to hide

	With Blinders removed, i now see
	i don't have to do anything
		or be anyone
	I only need to be me

	Blaise


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