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Rust 
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 Posted: August 03 2006 at 17:38 |
About a really pretty girl I saw today, who I really wanted to meet, but couldn't find the courage.  Hope it's not to "teen angsty" for you, but after all, I am 17.
As my gaze interrupted her obscurity to my face,
I spoke though sight, seeing her eyes as mine raced.
They were filled with laughter and lullibys.
Skin tight and softly light,
Speechless my thoughts were, hoping them right.
Empty my courage, I sit in a scared cage.
To afraid to wave, not knowing what to say.
I noticed she saw me stare, but I still do,
I wait for her move, but I stay without choosing to.
Wishing the moment would travel away,
Amazement is mixed with complete disaray.
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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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VanderGraafKommandöh
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Posted: August 01 2006 at 16:59 |
 Nice.
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The Hemulen
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Posted: August 01 2006 at 16:48 |
I got a typewriter recently:
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Man With Hat
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Posted: August 01 2006 at 02:07 |
 Geck0 wrote:
Man With Hat wrote:
I've never seen a ghost
But I always make toast
In a bathub.
*Bows* |
Are you Richard Sinclair? 
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I wish. 
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Dig me...But don't...Bury me
I'm running still, I shall until, one day, I hope that I'll arrive
Warning: Listening to jazz excessively can cause a laxative effect.
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Man With Hat
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Posted: August 01 2006 at 02:06 |
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Dig me...But don't...Bury me
I'm running still, I shall until, one day, I hope that I'll arrive
Warning: Listening to jazz excessively can cause a laxative effect.
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CaincelaOreinim
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Posted: July 31 2006 at 23:18 |
Greetings all those inclined to poetry...here's my latest dabble into the foray of ridiculous poetry:
“painting”
obey such a freedom in the incunabulum's tableaux trompe
l'oeil:
they there which detest the masticating morsels that sponge
this linoleum terrace
winged and squamous; paltry proboscis; tourniquet tongues sopping up in
posse
the spaghetti floundering
regressed egress lutulent and swarthy
an animation's puddle speckled with the purulence of the
infirm
where the abating stormy
petrel picks up his awl and stabs and stabs
the infractions shall palpitate and return an full ell longer
where elysian, elated with elongation we shall command the
opulent vestibule once again
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VanderGraafKommandöh
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Posted: July 31 2006 at 17:01 |
Man With Hat wrote:
I've never seen a ghost
But I always make toast
In a bathub.
*Bows* |
Are you Richard Sinclair?
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NutterAlert
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Posted: July 31 2006 at 16:58 |
^ ladies & gentlemen we have a winner
MWH, P.A.'s new poet laureate 
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Proud to be an un-banned member since 2005
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Man With Hat
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Posted: July 31 2006 at 13:52 |
I've never seen a ghost
But I always make toast
In a bathub.
*Bows*
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Dig me...But don't...Bury me
I'm running still, I shall until, one day, I hope that I'll arrive
Warning: Listening to jazz excessively can cause a laxative effect.
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Rust
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Posted: July 31 2006 at 03:05 |
Quickly ordered a Lion, tigers, and nightmares, nothing scares of Space Crusaders.
We lept from Venus factories to defeating Mars' strategies.
It is impossibly overwhelming to wish to defeat a race such as ours.
Amongst the stars, stretch wide and far we have faught, and conqured all that's ours.
We are relentingly merciless, and thrive on killing.
For no more than a shilling I'll cut with a sword that's chilling cold.
It is told, of our myths and stories,
And true we have conqured all for glory.
We are the Space Crusaders defending the soul of our lord that we lost.
We engrave his symbol on our armor,
For an example of our lord's honor.
We,
We have symbolized truth and vengence,
We care not for any others except those with a death wish.
We pitied Mars as we depleted them of thier colour, thier air.
We emptied Venus of it's deniers, and sought revenge brutally.
The air smelt of ash, and dying, moaning, the dead.
The sound of never ending torture was conquring my ears.
We erradicated Pluto of it's races, and its planet, and destroyed it to just the size of a moon.
Yet the Earth still remains untouched by us, in all worry we will clear the rock of its' life.
We will show the blind and barbarack what lurks in front of them and watches them like laboratory rats.
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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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VanderGraafKommandöh
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Posted: July 30 2006 at 04:08 |
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Nice one Rust! Keep on at it, your work is great.
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Rust
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Posted: July 30 2006 at 04:01 |
Also to be read as if a drunken, deep voiced Englishman with foul grammer.
Do forgive my absence, for I was busy hammering out the insides of an unjustly man.
Quick forgiveness is not accepted, it is a sign of weakness, a cheapness not tollerated.
The galaxy screamed as it learned that one man has been destined to journey the space ever expanding.
Tradgedy striked quick with no mercy, it was jealous of the prideful dream.
There is no need to be afraid, your death will be quick if you do not question.
Three million years is a blink of an eye, if you fight your kind.
Non-evolved your race is young, trying to become the strongest.
Humans are only a mesquito in this universe, there are much more important things happening.
Do not be reminded that trying to evade will cause a crusade.
Your lustfull race will pay, and that will be our day.
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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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Australian
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Posted: July 30 2006 at 02:35 |
Rust wrote:
Ment to read with a heavy, dark Brittish accent, with no singing. (Just like Lemmy.  )
Your Space-Time Contium will alter two and then some.
Devastation of your nation will crumble for fun.
Abandon your hope if you plan to stay,
We conqure all who will be slaves.
Maggating on your carcus springs nightmares of Tarkus.
Apparent pain with flesh eating beetles only equals torture for sequels.
Understate your birth, all grim endings start peacefully.
Trash the Treaty, Boston Tea,
Incinerate to clean.
Water dripping.
A fly buzzed as I died,
I began to cry urine.
Brief agony was met with absolute luxury as the obsessed die. |
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Rust
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Posted: July 30 2006 at 02:16 |
Ment to read with a heavy, dark Brittish accent, with no singing. (Just like Lemmy. )
Your Space-Time Contium will alter two and then some.
Devastation of your nation will crumble for fun.
Abandon your hope if you plan to stay,
We conqure all who will be slaves.
Maggating on your carcus springs nightmares of Tarkus.
Apparent pain with flesh eating beetles only equals torture for sequels.
Understate your birth, all grim endings start peacefully.
Trash the Treaty, Boston Tea,
Incinerate to clean.
Water dripping.
A fly buzzed as I died,
I began to cry urine.
Brief agony was met with absolute luxury as the obsessed die.
Edited by Rust - July 30 2006 at 02:18
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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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VanderGraafKommandöh
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Posted: July 28 2006 at 02:17 |
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I will comment in a bit Rust, I need to re-read them.
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Rust
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Posted: July 28 2006 at 02:15 |
Where are the comments for mine?
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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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cuncuna
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Posted: July 27 2006 at 18:41 |
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Random Suburban Contemporary Poet presents: A Random Suburban Contemporary Poem:
He was the paté of his own butter,
in shapeless breads that came back to tell him: "why, Why us, that had been so long?"
He didn't ventilate squirrels in October
And forgot backwards to oxigenate the warm monoxides that he used to comb, sitted on chickens and skin cleanning bots.
One day, his neibourghs exploded,
but he had the smell of chickens.
Edited by cuncuna - July 27 2006 at 18:42
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¡Beware of the Bee!
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The Wizard
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Posted: July 27 2006 at 18:19 |
Great stuff!
You inspired to write a Jon Anderson inspired poem! 
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Rust
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Posted: July 27 2006 at 17:12 |
Also inspired by Jon Anderson.
Capturing pebbles from wondering caverns
They prophecie patterns
Crusading parading, anger eliminating.
Digger escavading a temple of things.
Shadow preyer forgeting his troubles,
Rising from the rubble and digging a grave.
Shiny shade touchful tastes, and purified race,
Providing existence and shameless telling.
Your helping the helpers help helpless dieing.
Crying a baby and young just the faster.
The pasture is raptured testifiying to cured.
Cancel the hatred and follow the truth.
Bring thoughtless song that encourage to sing.
Ring leader believer, leave her, no wedding ring.
Sting stylish stations of corrupted creaters.
Fling money to send, stop the next armogeddon.
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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: July 27 2006 at 15:56 |
This one's called, Attained, it's a remeniscent of my man Jon, who spiritually awakened me. It's about happiness, so read with with a happy voice and attitude.
Acclaimed by his name
And master of fame
Attained by a fusion of wonders to blame
A taste of forever, it's saying we're together
Content of compasion and rashioned for more.
An assortment of colour and capture my soul,
Confusions intrusion miraculous beings, one goal.
To live in a peace, and taste out debris.
To conqure disease and rightious release.
And attained while given his pennyless gain,
To help out a brother in family name.
Forever in fusion in chambers of matter
And hammer out and gladly give out my hand.
Summon up the castle and fire out the calls.
The keeper has come to kinder our halls.
Alarm the horns, and celabration parade
And dance on promises of incredible claims.
Attain my knowledge of freedom above,
Claim my friendship and worship of love.
Attain the tresure of eternal pleasure,
Through mortal happiness inside a mind.
Measure an act to the lines of a page,
Thank for an act requesting no change.
Do not fear, it is my day off today so there will be more!!
Edited by Rust - July 27 2006 at 17:14
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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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