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Jun 10, 2004 19:50:50 GMT
Post by Adey on Jun 10, 2004 19:50:50 GMT
Three hours later we got out of the hole, And then I got attacked by a 6 foot mole. "What the?" I said "this can't be real", "Stop moaning" she said "it's no big deal." "what do you mean? things are getting very queer, I think there may have been something in the tequila". " you're paranoid" she whispered in my ear, "You're not in the woods, you're right here." She was right, there I was with her in my room, Geez, I really must lay off those magic mushrooms. I knew it, you ARE on drugs..
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Jun 11, 2004 1:47:18 GMT
Post by brillo69 on Jun 11, 2004 1:47:18 GMT
I only take Anadin and Neurofen.
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Jun 14, 2004 1:39:23 GMT
Post by brillo69 on Jun 14, 2004 1:39:23 GMT
By starlight I’ll kiss you And promise to be your one and only I’ll make you feel happy And leave you to be lost in mine And where will we go, what will we do? Soon said i, will know
Dead eyes, are you just like me? ’cause her eyes were as vacant as the seas Dead eyes, are you just like me?
And all along, we knew we’d carry on just to belong
By starlight I know you As lovely as a wish granted true My life has been empty, my life has been untrue And does she really know, who I really am? Does she really know me at last
Dead eyes, are you just like me?
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Jun 27, 2004 13:40:52 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Jun 27, 2004 13:40:52 GMT
Although This Never Happened
When you were one, I saw you at the zoo. (Not really, but just go with it, okay?) When I saw you there in your stroller you were very handsome. I thought someday it would be nice to meet you again when we both knew more words so we could maybe introduce ourselves. Anyway, back then you and I loved the polar bears, baby. It was the swimming. Crazy loud splash. I first saw you by the polar bears. You were sleeping and dreaming of icebergs and I tried telepathy but you didn't stir. In the parking lot I sneezed and I think this woke you and your plastic panther blinked.
From no. 17 Columbia Poetry Review - by Kimiko Ostrovovich. I found it endearing.
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Jun 27, 2004 17:21:57 GMT
Post by Adey on Jun 27, 2004 17:21:57 GMT
Although This Never Happened
I found it endearing. It is.
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Jun 27, 2004 18:25:22 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Jun 27, 2004 18:25:22 GMT
I'll quote another, as it seems apropos. Conversation Poem - CACONRAD
ME WITH HAT - everything seems so uncertain now
ME WITHOUT HAT - things were certain at one time?
ME WITH HAT - well yes, but after what happened things are now uncertain
ME WITHOUT HAT - if things were certain, how could you be surprised at what happened?
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Jul 11, 2004 22:38:20 GMT
Post by Neo Stella on Jul 11, 2004 22:38:20 GMT
LOVE ETERNAL
The way of being, one with self eludes the seeking perfect soul, where art thou dreaming of our lives eternal bliss? Long forgotten, buried beneath the burrowed brow. This aching heart doth yearn to dig these memories fresh. For here within lies feelings bursting banks to flood, the plains so fertile, ready, to grow our love once more
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Sept 2, 2004 22:28:02 GMT
Post by Neo Stella on Sept 2, 2004 22:28:02 GMT
LASER LOVE
Remove the heart my laser love, for you have the power to save. Focus all, below and above and harmonise the wave.
Patience is a virtue lost, on those vibrations low. In the short term counting cost, forgetting what we know.
Tune yourself, the highest string, and play your part this song. For letting go and taking wing, will lift you right from wrong.
When you're ready place the heart, back from whence it came. And with the laser make a start, to save us all again.
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Sept 3, 2004 2:09:29 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Sept 3, 2004 2:09:29 GMT
Good. Is this your work?
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Sept 3, 2004 9:05:58 GMT
Post by Neo Stella on Sept 3, 2004 9:05:58 GMT
Yes Al, I went to bed early and woke up with the words laser, wave, harmonise, vibration and string at the front of my mind. So I had to express it. It must be where my thinking has been going of late. The influence of what I've been reading no doubt playing its part. I'll relate this on other threads when I get some time. (Very busy lately)
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Sept 12, 2004 18:27:25 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Sept 12, 2004 18:27:25 GMT
Well. come on.
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Oct 4, 2004 0:23:47 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Oct 4, 2004 0:23:47 GMT
Yes Al, I went to bed early and woke up with the words laser, wave, harmonise, vibration and string at the front of my mind. So I had to express it. It must be where my thinking has been going of late. The influence of what I've been reading no doubt playing its part. I'll relate this on other threads when I get some time. (Very busy lately) You slipped into the fog?
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Oct 8, 2004 15:59:51 GMT
Post by Neo Stella on Oct 8, 2004 15:59:51 GMT
ICEHEART
To dream the dream of dreams alone, can turn a molten heart to stone.
Yet at the poles the ice can melt, if only once deep love is felt.
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Oct 14, 2004 23:12:57 GMT
Post by Neo Stella on Oct 14, 2004 23:12:57 GMT
TOUCH
Sight and sound, taste and smell, the only sense that I know well, resides within a dormant heart, just one of five, it plays it's part.
It leads me on 'til I find six, and then I'm really in a fix, for here lies truth and love no end, where time does loop and bend.
I lose the meaning, what is real? and all at once I feel, there is no real, theres only dreams, in never ending streams.
Oh how I long for you so much, The King of Sense: To Touch!
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Nov 20, 2004 3:07:25 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Nov 20, 2004 3:07:25 GMT
What do you know of the mystery of life does not your soul cast a shimmering light how do you dare not seek what is pure do you not care if peace shall endure if it is words in a book that sustains your belief yet you provide for no other a sense of relief then what do you gain by uplifting your pride and betraying the souls that have so needlessly died you fight for your right to condemn those that are weak and those that may march to an unusual beat why do you care what others may seek are you really in fear they'll arise to defeat the notion you hold so dear in your heart that hole that you've dug that sets you apart from those who may chose to follow a dream that we are all equal in spite of your scream that your way is holy dispite what you do to make the path so narrow that it cannot include those who are lonely and lost in a scheme to keep them down-trodden and so it would seem so crucial in serving your insatiable need to feel smug and self-righteous in spite of your greed
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