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Ricochet 
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 Posted: October 06 2006 at 01:09 |
Rust! 
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Rust
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Posted: October 06 2006 at 20:07 |
Slowly but surely getting back into the old archives life style
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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Ricochet
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Posted: October 07 2006 at 00:59 |
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I need to continue my long poem here as well.
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VanderGraafKommandöh
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Posted: October 08 2006 at 02:41 |
The Bric-a-Brac Tree Take one brick. Add some sulphur. Shake for five minutes. (You forgot the gloves!) Wait... And a bit longer Almost ready! NOW! Bash brick against wall. Crumble. You now have a bric. What's a brac? No idea... Put bric in a tree. You have a bric tree. A mystery. Bric, no brac, bric in tree, no brac, but bric tree, bric in brac no, bric but bric brac? No but. Why not? I said so. Fine. No, it's a pine (with a bric(k) in it). Geck0 - 8 October 2006 
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Ricochet
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Posted: October 08 2006 at 02:45 |
 Geck0 wrote:
Bric, no brac,
bric in tree,
no brac, but bric
tree, bric in
brac no, bric but
bric brac? No but.
Why not? I said so.
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VanderGraafKommandöh
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Posted: October 08 2006 at 22:34 |
Wow, Rico like it!
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Rust
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Posted: October 08 2006 at 22:59 |
Her voice,
It says love.
Her smile.
It's never enough.
Her lips.
Her words hypnotic.
A beat to enter.
A dynamic feeling.
No way to measure.
When it be better.
When she says.
When she lets me now her happiness inside.
As a wave of love enters my eyes.
I see the right and correct the light,
to make it better my world high as a kite.
I feel complete and able.
An exotic extasy too happy and stable.
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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Rust
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Posted: October 08 2006 at 23:12 |
Within fluids of light clones.
Sleeping with my eyes closed,
still seeing two dimensions woken then arose.
Will she see me as I speak to her?
Inside hidden caverns within the body.
Exploring and exposing all your feelings.
And a deal, more like a risk,
Extasy in exotic lips to kiss.
SHE is My hero, to save me from the depths of sanity.
Instantly becoming adjusted to what makes me happy.
Slapped knee, reflexed jolt and fun thoughts,
once seamingly helpful, they corrupted your rights to roll.
And feast on an ex that makes life happy to my mortal soul.
Interupt my glance of her,
really just an exuse to stare at her attactive smile.
Why won't she just sigh with the easyness of being able to cry, yet the ex is to good to make you distinguish between confusion and what's understood.
I understand, the confusion is just a river.
You must roll to love the wave of a love giver.
Edited by Rust - October 24 2006 at 18:25
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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Rust
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Posted: October 09 2006 at 00:58 |
A sure wind blows and lights the torch of hope.
I will blind in search behind the words I choke.
Since time maddered and matter timed how long the meter will end.
In returned favor for a freind that mattered, is it worth a damn?
Does it return in favor to be come back sadder?
Does he cry in a time that was heavier than matter.
Edited by Rust - October 09 2006 at 01:00
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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Rust
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Posted: October 09 2006 at 01:04 |
Anticipation ruins the temptation of the moment.
A fellow's suspision in within comfort pins alonement.
Stabbing harsh, singled by mind scars.
Abused from past use of inherited sins.
Live to stars. Cultivate Mars.
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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Rust
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Posted: October 09 2006 at 01:21 |
This poem comes from my feelings of right now, it describes my hatred of slow dripping sounds.
Drp...drip...drip...drip...drip....
Timing backing the popping
Liquid amist snivling while they burst
millions of tiny drops
Dripdripsdriptrips dropping a drip down.
Ingestion of bliss singledout by drips.
These rhymically advanced sips of smalls bits of water.
Taking hits of drips, drops and trips.
Smile talk, expose tears of salt.
I've done dripping, dropping habbit pill popping, stab it.
Clear it clean, inhale
Scream. Hatred, burning, ancient. drip....
Throughout dreams that drown. THe fall down, ignorant of the dripping sound.
As it pounds in your head, you keep being tapped, a drip to trip to sip.
A drink to down and sip soothing sound.
It is round.
Evergoing, neverending and hatred loathing.
Love will continue thoughout the flooding years, as they drip down slowly, druglike, forbidden, unwanted in communities unknown to exposed sin.
Will the sin drip down falling forever, knowing what I saw,
I heard, a drip going slow, obeying a flow, a meaning of order,
organizing meaning in order to convince the disorder.
Drips
down
the page
candle wax
Red flash
screaming glass
broken whiplash
Glass atlast reflect eternety so it can continue flourishing.
Trip
fall
down
drip
interesting drop.
Fall then pop.
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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R o V e R
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Posted: October 09 2006 at 01:35 |
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i like Haiku approch
digest my attempt
"I was not there
when i suppsed to be there
..at home
now everybody has gone
& now
.. i'm travelling gnome"
Edited by R o V e R - October 09 2006 at 01:48
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R o V e R
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Posted: October 09 2006 at 02:01 |
Edited by R o V e R - October 09 2006 at 13:04
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Rust
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Posted: October 09 2006 at 11:49 |
While listening to the stories,
excepting their truth as real,
defining spilled water from drilled
metal hotter,
telaport wonder why,
sink and fly.
tell them to try pursuade to sadly
cry, weep waves, loss of life,
ingest of knife,
what is it?
Why?
Why was it another of somewhat interupt
carefuly touch and cut simply put a lie.
Portion cut divided out,
out with it goes out sometime about.
Lower end caution, scorpion, potion to expel the venom.
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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Rust
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Posted: October 10 2006 at 21:04 |
Waves crashing
pathlessly destined.
White foam splashing.
Well rested winds wash the air,
A flash of light,
The gods arrows sent.
The trees catch the momentary breeze.
Summer's sister Spring speads seeds.
Drought out the dry dust, dead weeds,
replace this with water smooth ripple reeds.
Shadows, shades, textures, contrasting colors.
Aging sneaks through, like the cold air.
darker shades burst
Warm patterns of yellow and red converse.
Sharing our feast full of tempting taste.
Edited by Rust - October 10 2006 at 21:25
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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Rust
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Posted: October 13 2006 at 19:47 |
Massive explosions are mighty, descriptionless
Frail, brittle
swallow, drop, accidentally blow.
papper thin tab
purple, seedless but fruitfull as spring.
my exceedingly tall tower of sin,
within, inside my untapped third eye.
my mental capacity of classifying this nonsense, not within my borders of feeling, but inside my body. in my mind, but I do not know it.
knowledge, a bridge to the conscience,
opening science, answering our questions. In time a must part, seperated by borders of reason, remembering, feeling.
love is the next unit. encased,boxed sold in shops, not in vases, but it is.
it is droped in your shop which you buy from, your greed.
greed causes the tempting stealing, for more
good
feeling.
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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Ricochet
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Posted: October 17 2006 at 16:17 |
Silence, solitude
and sequencing
III
I like it
I don’t.
A picture holds irony up value
showing how remarcably young you were
able and entitled
to be, gifts being short, but
intense, eventually like so; you can’t
resist thinking that the
now-missed
attitude of then can be shown
once more, right now, when time
made you look as a fool
and as a silence device; a clock,m
using its twitch to show itself
Dream,
And just dream.
The machine stops
when you say
Over.
I just thought I can live with
Sure you
did.
Mitt was?!
Time to write, those words I cannot stand
One more cruel than the next one
Last more obscure than the previous
I
understand, but how much
You don’t,
but wish to
Slowly, then speedy, then…
Just like
that
Sounds call and stop my course
Down the scriblings.
tempted?
open.
Called, I don’t respond
but share.
He’s there, always
Telling me to write
Or to not
Or to…
Love you.
SPEAK!
What,
now?
Now, no.
While walking down the rusty street
Of Brediceanu
I saw one being hit by the bus
Deep, sharp, deadly
In other
words, while he
Walked down the rusty street of
Brediceanu,
saw
Me being hit by the bus,
deep,
sharp,
Deadly.
But never told the story.
Too afraid
Or too saddened by his
Changed mood.
That’s sweet.
Fate etcaetera.
Gone!
Never shall I care for you
means
Always shall I tender him
him,
The man lucky enough to take
the cursed
and witched lady,from
me
The one depraved considerably
by her, at
first
by her
absence, later.
Que-ce que ce l’adolescence?
Que-ce que vous
avez prépare pour aujourd’hui ?
Up and under
crows like
planes form
this storm;
can’t see it properly
Yet I know what a great image
I’ll miss;from where, from there.
Wait for the signal,
Wait for it at least once,
Wait for it to really appear…
Wait for that signal,
Wai,
Wai for it at least until you’re sure
Wait for it…
Dressed up
Depressed again
Novella;
Light that flickers,
Strong sound
Inspiration:
The cellow weeps like a
The cellow weeps like a
The cellow weeps like
The cellow weeps like a…
The cellow weeps like a!!!!
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Pnoom!
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Posted: October 18 2006 at 16:40 |
To Anyone Who's Out There
To anyone who’s out there and able to hear
Give me a spin and experience my fear
We’re not long for this world, I daresay
We’ve tried and we’ve tried, and we’ve tried to pray
But each day, God looked the other way
It seems sure as Hell that we cannot save ourselves
What with the way we put common sense on the shelf
And considering all we’ve got stuffed beneath our belts
It’s not hard to imagine us blowing ourselves apart
And if it’s not real, well, we’ve played quite the part
Well I cannot say it wasn’t fun
Now that it appears we’re done
Now that our race is through
I’m sure that I’ll miss you
Your palish blue-green hue
But we were long overdue
On accumulated debts
We hedged our bets a bit too much
Betting on safety, our lives, and such
To anyone who’s out there and has half a heart
If you want to help us, now’s a good time to start
Or, my personal favorite:
The Course We Stayed
As I look around at the blood on the ground
I feel in my bones for the men with razed homes
Hoping for their sake they’ll make it back
With all four legs intact
They had marched off to war with false hopes for glory
And were rewarded with death and blood
Namelessly buried as they died
And not a single person cared
And not a single person cried
A dying soldier could never be bolder
Than the one I encountered lying in the sun
He only needed water to make him better again
But that was all in vain
He had marched off to bring freedom and justice
To the people residing back home
So they could cheer when he got in
A jumble of little bits and pieces
At the bottom of a lonely coffin
And though civil war pervaded the places we invaded
We did not think to look past the lies claimed as fact
Though they were just as untrue as last wartime
When it was your son standing in line
We marched off our kids without pausing to wonder
What lay in wait on the battlefields
For death and his scythe hid inside
The bullets that pierced their hearts
And the shells of every size
Havoc and destruction were followed by construction
A rebuilding of empty spaces once more into fruitful places
We took responsibility for the cities in the sun
The war, you see, was won
We had marched off for a victorious cause
Which was all that Sir Chief needed
All of the poor soldiers who were mauled
And had no home to which they could return
And those who never came home at all
You know Sir Chief doesn’t care what you did over there
We won and they lost so it matters not the cost
While we broke our backs they sat and counted casualties
And ours were less than the enemy’s
Thus everything worked itself out in the end
The evil that we recreated with our efforts
Was vanquished to a later date
When our children’s children
Can step up to bat and win the war again
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Pnoom!
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Posted: October 18 2006 at 17:01 |
Rust wrote:
Pawns are useless.
Hearts are fragile.
Love is truthless.
Sex is agile.
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You have the Pawn Hearts reference, there, too.
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Rust
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Posted: October 18 2006 at 21:24 |
inpraiseoffolly wrote:
Rust wrote:
Pawns are useless.
Hearts are fragile.
Love is truthless.
Sex is agile.
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You have the Pawn Hearts reference, there, too. |
That's some ancient stuff, man.
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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