±±±±±±±±±±Ü ±±±±±±±±±Ü ±±Ûß±±Ûß±±Û ±±Ûßßß±±Û ßß ±±Û ßß ±±Ü ±±Ü ±±±±±±Ü ±±Û ßß ±±Ü ±±Ü ±±±±Ü ±±Ü ±±Û ±±Û ±±Û ±±Ûßßßß ±±±±±Ü ±±Û ±±Ûß ±±Ûß ±±Û ±±Û ±±±±±±Û ±±±±Ü ±±Ûßßß ±±Û ±±Ûß ±±Û ±±Û ±±Û ±±Ûß±±Û ±±Ûßß ±±Û ±±Ü ±±Û±±Ûß ±±Û ±±Û ±±±±Û ±±Û ±±Û ±±±±±±Ü ±±±±±±±±±Û ±±±Ûß ±±±±Û ±±±±±±Ü ßßßß ßß ßß ßßßßßß ßßßßßßßßß ßßß ßßßß ßßßßßß ±±±±±±±±Ü ±±Ûßßßßßß ±±Û ±±±±±±Ü ±±±±Ü ±±±±±Ü±±Ü ±±±±±Ü±±Ü ±±Û ±±±±Ü ±±Ûß±±Û ±±Ûß ±±Û±±Û±±Û ±±Û±±Û±±Û ±±Û ß±±Û ±±±±±±Û ±±Û ±±Û±±Û±±Û ±±Û±±Û±±Û ±±Û ±±Û ±±Û±±Ûß ±±Û ±±Û±±Û±±Û ±±Û±±Û±±Û ±±±±±±±±Û ±±Û ±±Û ±±±±Û ±±Û±±±±±Û ±±Û±±±±±Û ßßßßßßßß ßß ßß ßßßß ßß ßßßßß ßß ßßßßß Excerpts of Bulletin Board Poetry Volume 2 : Nov 1992 to May 1993 edited by Jeff Robertson a.k.a. Spy'Dr From the Evil Grinn BBS (205) 824 - 7421 This work represents the efforts of a number of talented individuals over the course of roughly eight or nine months. The poets represented here include the following : Alia Black Widow Buster Christina Dark Angel Delicia Demon Dodo Haha Escher Fish The Fourth Amigo Generic Man Gregor'S Mentor Grey Wolf House Moses The Integral Myth Slim (Jeremy Anderson) Spy'Dr (J. Robertson) That Cris Guy The Wandering Cleric 49/200: Name: That Chris Guy #45 Date: Wed Nov 18 19:02:22 1992 Is this a duck I see before me? Tail towards my hand? Come, let me shoot thee. I killed thee not, and I see thee still. Art thou not, fateful waterfoul, To Pb as to sight? Or art thou but A duck of the mind, a false Anatidae Proceeding from the watercress opressed brain? 50/200: sitting Name: Moses #49 Date: Wed Nov 18 19:25:23 1992 sitting there, sitting in a daze everything slightly out of phase 'girl walks up smiling starts to wave and me sitting there, sitting in a daze [sitting there, sitting in the grass someone there, starts to laugh lazy day, lazy clouds I wonder if they'd let me there, up above, in the sky, flying there or falling free in the sky] sitting there, sitting in a daze everything slightly out of phase in is out and out is in always counting, counting sins smiling girl starts to wave everything out of phase up above, in the sky sit alone, never cry in a crowd, everywhere staring on, staring there sitting there, nothere here in a daze 51/200: For fear isn't real Name: Dark Angel #60 Date: Wed Nov 18 19:42:17 1992 Where is the sun IS it overhead or underfoot When will I see the sky again Will the dark be my friend as well I can not see the sky Ican not feel the ground But I can fear for fear is there Tangible as the rain Which lands softly on my hands As I reach out to heaven Cause I'm scared to death of the dark. THE DARK ANGEL 52/200: good times Name: Demon #116 Date: Mon Nov 23 03:13:03 1992 good times bad times will they stay or will they go as i sit in the room with all the other people laughing to myself i wonder will they stay will they go bad times good times Pandamonium As i look out the window into the sky into the sun into the moon i wonder what i wonder when i wonder how 55/200: >""" FN : fb7 Name: Moses #49 Date: Thu Dec 03 00:03:27 1992 four hundred twenty three faces attended the funeral of icarus that day he fell from the sun they watched with mechanical glee six coffin bearers and two hundred to nail it shut that day he was buried in the permafrost ground his father looked upon the procession with with sorrow not for his brittle and broken son, smashed like a rotten pumpkin against ferroconcrete, but because the glue he had made for his son's flight machine did not stand up well against temperatures higher than four thousand kelvin. he flew staring down with wings made from string and chewing gum four hundred twenty three faces stared down at the broken corpse that corpse that fell, that day that day he fell from the sun his wings were not quite stronger enough not quite wide enough, and not bound with the gut of crucified saints four hundred, twenty three, looking two hundred nailing, and a mere six carrying a very young boy with broken wings a very young boy who flew too near the sun 56/200: Well, Name: The Wandering Cleric #4 Date: Sun Dec 06 16:48:04 1992 All these people picking up pen Or was that keys? To help waste the time we have To help annoy those annoying bees. But what about when it's the week again And all must resort to using the pen Because the teacher can't stand keys And the teacher really hates bees? Then we must be bored once more For our butts will be totally sore From sitting in school From dawn until dusk. Do I smell musk? ----- What's another word for thesaurus? 57/200: poem Name: Demon #116 Date: Fri Dec 11 00:43:42 1992 The Way You Are The way you are to me is like a million needles all inside me tingling, itching wanting to get out wanting to get in All you do is laugh as I wonder thoughtlessly that maybe you want to get in to know who the real me is the way I am is odd is simply bizarre eccentric and overly mad about you about me as one 58/200: )()()0329543098irrroj5430543054lj3=-=-3404385400u32ln43u4309 Name: Moses #49 Date: Thu Dec 17 00:21:27 1992 and there I stood, standing in the rain, the rain needling down hard like slivers of ice, and my voice growled, like a trapped animal in pain, "when you do this to me, things wither, things die..." and I turned, walking away with the cutting pain of old notched razor blades crawling in my gut, spliting my skin, my heart, as an over-ripe melon and I say this now with an fluid emotion as cold as tasteless, as liquid, as the winter's rain on my tongue and winter's kissing death-cold wind on my lips and it all needles down hard like slivers of ice on my tongue 59/200: to learn the truth Name: Fish #166 Date: Fri Dec 18 20:52:28 1992 Come to me Come back to me Oh, the elusiveness of youth Once you learn the truth. Always far away On the other side Walking 'round and 'round this hill My cup never seems to fill and wearyness is blocking out the Sun A stone I push a stone my worries and my doubts my "whats life all about" 's And Im the only thing I see for miles around. I stand alone Talking to myself My world sits on a shelf Imprisoned by myself Am I not the only one.... Poe'zr 60/200: 99080942rkjkkjh4298u0984390054nioj54309u950j--a_____________ Name: Moses #49 Date: Mon Dec 21 15:49:58 1992 Hey, look at that, he has a yellowed plastic Chinese god sitting on his shelf. Which one is that? War. And the one next to it? Wisdom. Interesting combination, I suppose, but that's the way the two-hundred year-old fool wanted it (oh, excuse me, two-hundred and ONE), pairing those gods in well, what some might call the unlikiest combinations, yet perhaps, the likeliest of all, crazy, hazy, lazy old man, we got good stuff for you, a gooood place for you to place your gods, wooden box, with the black stenciled letters of DETONATING FUZES CLASS C EXPLOSIVES HANDLE WITH CARE old hazy, crazy, lazy old man, time to hide you gods in a wooden box of a potential holocaust in fire and light, don't jump stumble, crumble, step and light, you crazy, hazy, lazy old man, for this box seals your gods, crawling, falling, stalling and not one second has ticked on that Timex of Eternity, and if you step falters, you better watc 61/200: 9jio/'';[-43-=3432 Name: Moses #49 Date: Wed Dec 23 18:41:32 1992 I remember when you used to hug me like I was a telephone pole tight, secure, and my chin rested in the top of your head then you'd let go, this thing that felt so alien, touching, quickly like a child caught doing something she wasn't supposed to the embrace was so childlike I miss it 63/200: how 'bout an old poem i just found... Name: Alia #134 Date: Tue Dec 29 00:51:47 1992 Truly we are one Living as a whole Fighting with ourselves Fending for our soul Rarely we agree Mostly we just fight Killing, burning, screaming As the Day turns into Night The darkness that surrounds us Represents our state We've separates into many Now what is our fate? 69/200: Music Name: Cristina #202 Date: Fri Jan 01 21:41:04 1993 Music is very sothing Like colors a bright red and green Exploding like a rainbow of colors and feelings Like find finding an oasis in the desertafter 4 days of serching MUsic by:Cristina 74/200: 98754897iu84i59459kjreqlkre043090940-_---____-====-__+-32857 Name: Moses #49 Date: Wed Jan 06 01:02:35 1993 everything is something from a certain point of view but looking from a different angle everything is nothing, too 76/200: ... Name: The Fourth Amigo #54 Date: Wed Jan 06 19:01:24 1993 Cut to the core, laughter all about, it doesn't matter, humore shall pull me out. It covers my wounds, it hides my shame. everyone expects it, it comes with my name. I've been like this, making them laugh. Most are my friend, some are not, if they are, they understand why. But one thing I'll never do, is cry... 80/200: iipe09-093909-032-0lklkllkew090932...38u// >>>** 0809821IIII Name: Moses #49 Date: Tue Jan 12 00:17:29 1993 bigger than a bread box smaller than my mind giving for recieving watchers tend to find nonsense and random thoughts are my daily bread if this makes any sense mishear what i've said: "bigger than a bread box smaller than my mind giving for recieving watchers tend to find nonsense and random thought are my daily bread if this makes any sense mishear what i've said:" for ad infinitum 88/200: i did not write those poems for you Name: Spy'Dr #1 Date: Mon Jan 18 22:46:23 1993 I DID NOT WRITE THOSE POEMS FOR YOU by J. Robertson (1993) I did not write those poems for you. No, when they came into my head, you were nothing as far as I was concerned. I didn't know your name. But if I re-lived the past I would write the love poems with you in mind. They didn't mean anything at all when I wrote them. But then they would all be true. 91/200: A Parable... Name: Dodo Haha #20 Date: Wed Jan 20 23:37:17 1993 This isn't exactly poetry, but I was thinking it might belong here.... Once in the time of ancient Greece, a man sat on a tall mountain before Athens, and kept to himself, thinking great thoughts. One day, he turned his eyes to the city, and saw the races that went on at the tracks. For many days, his thoughts were in turmoil- he could not focus on his meditations of metaphysics and epistemology, and could think only of the races, where men vied to be the greatest in all the city. After several more weeks of mental agony, he broke down, and for the first time in many years, went down from his perch, and down to the races. The people he passed on the way meant nothing to him, and he had eyes only for the races. He signed up for a position in the next day's race, and with what little money he had, purchased a room. The next day, he awoke with a new feeling- he felt he was for the first time alive. When he competed that day, he won easily- to him, the races were not a physical competition, but an excercise in the disciplined unification of mind and body. At the end of his race, he knew he could never return to the mountain- never, at least, until he found the source of why the races made him feel alive, and thus could take it back with him. The next race held an unusual occurence- an olive skinned princess from Thracia was to watch the next race, and to give her blessing to the winner. The runner thought nothing of it- he knew he was only there for the race. He ran the race, and ran with the best within him- he ran with his life. At the end, the princess allowed him to kneel and kiss her hand, and he looked up and saw something that subsumed even the race. The look in her eyes was the same look he knew was his own whenever he ran and won a race. The maiden bowed her head to him, and the runner departed. That night, the Runner knew what end the races had brought him to- he must have the love of this woman. Every race he ran, the princess attended, and every time, he received her blessing, and every time, she stared more deeply into his eyes- like knives, cutting against the fabric of his soul. Yet, he felt some block between them at every meeting. Finally, one day he broke down, and paid one of her handmaidens sum of his winnings, and asked him why the princess seemed to be so isolated. He learned to his chagrine that her love lay with another, who lived far away in Asia Minor. It was rumoured that he was the best man anyone had ever seen Race, and that was why the princess's heart lay with him. The Runner was undaunted- he knew with confidence that he could become the best- he had only his own life to live for. Every race his time improved, and every race he returned the looks of the princess. Eventually, the runner's name began to be spread around the countryside, and he was called exceedingly great. Having defeated every oponent in Greece, he departed to Asia Minor, where he sought to find his rival. Everywhere he ran in Asia Minor though, he always was one race away from his Rival- the competition always seemed one city ahead of him. Every race he ran was more phrenetic, and every glance he gave the princess more obviously full of love at the winning of every race. He thought it odd that the princess went also to Asia Minor, but then discounted it, realizing this was likely consider the nature of her travels, and her lover. He raced for two long years, and was called the best, yet still the name of his Rival was mentioned above his- the Rival he had never seen, but always heard rumours of. Finally, despairing of his Race, he sought the oracle at Delphi, and asked his question- "How shall I overcome my rival?". The answer brought pain to his heart - "You can never overcome a rival you cannot meet- thus, in no race of Asia Minor will you ever overcome this rival!". He bowed his head, seemingly in defeat, but raised it after several minutes repose with a grim repose. The next day, he arose and appeared at another Race. Others looked askance, as many thought he had gone for good, seeing the increasingly pained looks growing increasingly with each race. That day, however, the Runner's face had the look of one at peace- not a peace of resignation, but the peace of those who cannot destroy their own joy. He ran that day, and he ran the fastest any had ever run the rack. At the end, when he faced the princess, for the first time ever, she spoke to him "Why do you continue to race for me, when you know my love lies for another? Why do you continue in something that must surely bring you pain? How can you overcome my love? Why continue to race?" The Runner smiled, and looked as if he had awaited that question, and looked deeply into her lively brown eyes- " I race because the desire to gain your love is something that stems from the way I love my race, the way I used to love my mountain, and the way I love my life. I race because of who I am, I love my life because of who I am, and I love you because of who I am. To stop racing when still a chance remains of winning your love would be a betrayal of who I am, and the sort of life I love. It is because of my love that I run- my love for you, and for love' sake that I continue my life." The next day, the runner showed up at dawn, and at the end of the race, he stared into the princess's eyes, and laughed joyously at her smile. The runner never stopped running- and the princess never stopped smiling- and both of them never stopped living. Dodo Haha ----- Bring out the calculus! Bring out the calculus! 101/200: .>,,, Name: Moses #49 Date: Mon Jan 25 02:48:35 1993 there are a thousand different parts of me I'm sure one of them relates faces thousand I always see I wish I could escape the fading fantasy and paradigms of failing logic true oh, just let me count the times I've walked away from you your face hangs always there your smile so darkly grim your eyes so dark they match your hair, and persona neatly trim which pretty face wear you here? (I know which mask I always wear) is it truth I watch you fear? an open book where words are fair? [and in final naysaying reference] but should you care, dear lady, with my parting to morpheus accompanied by his sister, her nephew and look at me now and listen damn good and well your smile so warm and killing 'tis a casket it is filling 102/200: ... Name: Demon #116 Date: Mon Jan 25 03:35:45 1993 hello everyone do you care about me and you and him and her and us together of course you don't I don't he doesn't she doesn't we don't I do 103/200: a prayer Name: Moses #49 Date: Wed Jan 27 01:19:42 1993 "Yes, a prayer, a prayer that I submit to you, the gods of luck, if any of you poor bastards are still alive as you most luckily might be, the gods of luck, the Lady of the Almighty Bell Curve, to the god of quantum mechanics, probability theory, and many worlds hypothesis, to the butterfly who creates the hurricane that kill the thousands, to the beauty of the eye in the beholder's skull, I sumbit my prayer, and remember, dear god of quantum mechanics, I have done nothing that I wouldn't be let into heaven for, remember, butterfly, of your chaos and your sensitivity to intial conditions, and remember, gods of luck, as some of you maybe be luckilly dead, and remember, dear Lady, how I love you so, remember, just let the dice swing my way, just let the dice swing my way and I'll be that happy section of the bell curve as it approaches perpendicular-" Imagine. Just imagine my surprise. 117/200: Ode to Sexual Frustration Name: Myth #336 Date: Sun Feb 14 21:22:25 1993 Woman gone. Gone. Gone. Repeating myself. Repeating. I saw her and I saw her I loved her then I kissed her I watched and bled and cried sometimes all night. All night. Paper lies and steel ties, I killed something inside. Inside myself is dead. Dead. I liked the sex, liked the sex, we did it there, I mentioned neverever to try it, but we did. We did. Now she's gone. Gone. Gone. So is that, and this, and the rose and the smile and my insides and that damn letter I wrote. I wrote. So no more sex. No more. I wish it was't this way. This way. Myth 119/200: Ode to Escher Name: Myth #336 Date: Mon Feb 15 22:23:31 1993 Sprawl of splendor taunting reality like death Creations of creative insanity, touching the other side Using a concept for cruel purpose in defying Mind spinning, driving enigmatic passion towards art Twist and trick for pleasure, for the mind Escher controls the realm of imagination and laughs with joy and understanding Myth 120/200: Cut ME Name: Myth #336 Date: Mon Feb 15 22:29:43 1993 This is a poem called Cut ME! When I watch you raise you voice in anticipation of wont, I can't help myself. You are my naiad nemisis, my love. I created you long ago so young and fertile Everyone knows who you pretend to be, but I see inside and like what I see You face is like my eyes rolling backwards, lost. Cut me. Cut me good, 'cause I want you to do something to me that gets my attention And drags me back to myself so I can see you once again. CUT ME! I Want my blood on you, crazy but true, 123/200: I hate titles Name: Grey Wolf #312 Date: Wed Feb 17 14:34:19 1993 Let me just say, that's pretty good, Myth. Makes me jealous. I feel a need to contribute (merely elementary stuff). The sun is dying And the chill moves in; The wind comes crying And the night dance begins. Creatures of unearthly form Spin in shapes chant words of faith Silently I watch the swarm And speak a prayer with haste. I turn my eyes in fear My hands and limbs are all trembling I brush away the tear And watch again the great assembling. The creatures form a circle There chants growing louder still The leader moves to the middle And of the air, he takes his fill. He starts to speak of peace Of joy and love and unity The others look upon this beast And pledge their life and entity. 124/200: :;p;2 Name: Moses #49 Date: Wed Feb 17 15:31:27 1993 stuck inside a silvered room bars wrought from cold black steel looking out in a looking glass and seeing only me. stuck inside a glass sided cage bars wrought from a wreath of rose and carnation and daisy, wild flower (nightshade) with cleverly concealed thorn and all is spent looking in to look out a looking glass seeing only you. stuck inside a tesseract this cage and silvered cell no locks, no doors, no eyes to see any escape at all; looking, looking, what's to see? feeling, feeling, what's to feel? escape, run with me now, taking those eyes you steal a flower, a flower for you, a wreath, a wreath for me, pretty, pretty poisoned petals shrouded in silver rooms and glass cells flowered death and caged ruin and cleverly concealed thorn 127/200: The Jester Name: Myth #336 Date: Thu Feb 18 14:14:07 1993 Frolick and play like a child in snow Desire my feelings of joy and I'll repay This life so much I need salvation from the Jester His eyes leaping through that barrier Damnthingkillsme! But he knows, and always understands, provides another kind of loveÿû I am not ashamed, for, sometimes, I become the Jester Myth 128/200: Beautiful (flowers) Name: Myth #336 Date: Thu Feb 18 14:19:57 1993 Colorful Petal What noise this vision speaks! I am deafened by the roar of beauty Slapped by simplicity of this, worn through and sucked dry Take me there That place is pain You can help, or so you spoke, when I turned Shortlived and poignant face in face to admire colorful petals Myth 129/200: do I feel out of place Name: Grey Wolf #312 Date: Thu Feb 18 15:40:04 1993 Listen, came the whisper somewhere off to the right Hear with more than you know Speak not in the room of great wonder Just admire the ones who can. Grey Wolf 131/200: ... Name: Moses #49 Date: Fri Feb 19 00:27:51 1993 On my wall carved in blood a sign reads DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY next to a hemoglobin smiling face well, blood rots as all things do metal rusts and dreams shall fade time does fly and people die and thoughts come to me of late I remember times of black, grey and dead I recall different things I've said but the most helpfully unhelpful has been carved in blood 133/200: ..)) Name: Moses #49 Date: Wed Feb 24 01:44:16 1993 listen, the moths are whispering with a quiet flutter of wings flames dance in silent harmony and the moths whisper their glory when the liquid screams from the wings so pale and singed. listen the moths are whispering listen, the flames are singing with a flutter of bright yellow flame the moths dance in silent harmony and the flames whisper their glory when smoke ghosts and writhes in ecstasy during an orgasm of death. listen the flames are singing 135/200: Ouch Name: Myth #336 Date: Wed Feb 24 12:35:15 1993 Good poem. Lots of pain. Yummy. RED Eyes can't see overidden by pain nothing can see what I don't Body parts are moving when I don't want convulsion and hurt Maul this rip in my flesh more and more I like it Unh! Myth 136/200: Pathetic group of words Name: Generic Man #12 Date: Thu Feb 25 20:13:17 1993 Pathetic Group of Words From my perspective, the table fills my vision There is but pleasant music in the back of my mind, much like that which comes from the stage. it comes to my mind whether "No Loitering" means inside as well? Now wasn't that surreal? The sound of Seger (plus that odd female voice) filters through to my mind from teh stage. The place is almost empty of familiar faces for once, but familiar faces abound around me anyway. Interesting, no? Now I just heard that annoying song again. Can't they just get rid of time? It's just a small bit of physics. Or, could we just get Stupendous man (Defender of Justice, Paragon of freedom) to turn the world backwards? Ah, but here come the true anthem of our lives. WHy did I never see before that it really is all in a circle? Why is it a circle, you ask? Never know; could be for a number of reasons: a) The planet is round, you know. b) You know all that stuff they say about history. c) The heads of all good cartoon characters are perfectly round. d) Trigonometry is the study of circles e) Coffee comes out of a round pot. f) Square is bad. g) since {anarchy sign} and {peace sign} are round, something good must be round to cancel them out. But it might really be because 139/200: wHAT A GREAT POEM. Name: Myth #336 Date: Fri Feb 26 09:21:53 1993 sQUARES aRE bAD sTRAIGHT, sIMPLISTIC, aND sO eASY. sQUARES aRE bAD. fLUID nO, pOWER, nO, tELL mE sOMETHING nEW dISH mE oUT a sHAPE tHAT tAKES mY hAND aND wE rUN tHROUGH tHE mIND aND fROLICK wITH mISUNDERSTOOD rEASON. rEMINIDING mE oF hURT aND hURT iS bAD. rEMINIDING mE oF sQUARE pEOPLE, wHO hAVE lEFT mE bEHIND wROUGHT fROM sOMETHING lESS tHAN iNFINITY, sAD. i kNOW tHESE cORNERS cLASH sQUARES aRE bAD. mYTH 140/200: it Name: Generic Man #12 Date: Sat Feb 27 00:58:27 1993 left off my last line. I think I'll kill now. last two lines of the pathetic group of words..... But it might really be because Most children's games are played in a circle. thank you I hope you can piece it together now. Your Friend, Generic Man 141/200: song Name: Grey Wolf #312 Date: Sat Feb 27 02:38:29 1993 see if you can guess this You said that pride would tear us both apart Across the rooftops-run away Left me in the vacuum of my heart. Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed Fear today- forgotten tomorrow. Here beside the news of holy war and holy me Ours is just a little sorrow at all. Grey Wolf ----- The Wolf Hunts Under the Cover of Darkness 143/200: ! Name: Myth #336 Date: Sat Feb 27 20:20:03 1993 Pleasant Insanity Emotion pointless need not barriers let free we want more options thickening of sight focus on what is real intensity understatement and more music that sounds of passionate obscurity absurdity purity notenoughwordsity kiss mind and romance thoughts vibration reminds us of a greter passing grasp not what presents itself - faux spin and toss self through it all give substance to minimalistics and wash away opression 146/200: For Lack Of Villainy. Name: Escher #125 Date: Mon Mar 01 01:30:38 1993 for lack of villainy. i want a clear cut cause. someone i know is right. someone i know is wrong. someone that i can't but do good by hurting. maybe it would be nice to live in 1942 with the buzz of the bombers and the ration stamps times of passion lend greatness to action may you live in interesting times its a curse, they say. but nobody's happy with their own hair. i'd like to live a millenia. circle a planet with my feet and a canoe. lead a small nation revolutionize the world. bring up a new generation be an inventor, a personality (a sex symbol, i'd like to be), a billionair able to do and make and have whims come true with the force of the magi. (oh well) 147/200: Over done. Name: Escher #125 Date: Mon Mar 01 02:02:00 1993 The old master labors at his desk stuffing and cramming his work so through with profundity that the reader cannot help but see it wherever he may turn and then jack ritterbush looks up and says "don't you think we're anylizing this too much?" 148/200: Blasphemy. Name: Escher #125 Date: Mon Mar 01 02:04:13 1993 Blasphemy Eating this doughnut i think that every time i do i take a risk with my arteries, almost like insulting an old god I think the sumerians were way off or the egyptian dieties made no sense and one day i will be mysteriously strucken down and they will say, it must have been all those doughnuts he ate. 150/200: Hmmm. Name: Grey Wolf #312 Date: Mon Mar 01 13:21:19 1993 Sittin' der, my baby, Playin' wit dem weeds as if dey was real. Come to me, my baby, Mama wants to hold you near. Runnin' away, my baby, As if God be strikin' you down. Growin' up, my baby, You soon hear yo' own babies sounds. Come to me, my baby, Mama wants to hold you near. Grey Wolf 152/200: My friend Alissa Name: Myth #336 Date: Mon Mar 01 20:19:26 1993 ALISSA White orb caught in the sky with the clouds I bask in my back yard ---------------------- grass under my body feeling the Earth, my mother the perfect place to drift... ----------------------------- Like the sun, warm Alissa laughs - jubilant girl in wide fields ---------------------------- naked feet, eager to achieve aloneness in the center of and open space ---------------------- accompanied by insects and a passing swallow she declares her detachment from humanity ----------------------------------------- Seen by the eyes of a moth, weary and resting near her form percieving not the unity she creates. 154/200: Sipping thought Name: Myth #336 Date: Thu Mar 04 01:24:09 1993 Ah sunflower, weary of time Who countest the steps of the sun Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done. Myth 155/200: Drinking experience Name: Myth #336 Date: Thu Mar 04 01:29:28 1993 in the huge wooden house, a yellow chandelier at 3 AM the blast of loudspeakers hi fi Rolling Stones Ray Charles Beatles my movement and twenty youths dancing to the vigbration thru the floor a little weed in the bathroom, girls in scarlet tights, one muscular, smooth skinned man sweating dancing for hours, beer cans bent littering the yard, a hanged man sculpture dangling from a high creek branch, children sleeping softly in bedroom bunks And 4 police cars parked outside the painted gate, red lights revolving in the leaves Myth 156/200: ode to a friend Name: Grey Wolf #312 Date: Thu Mar 04 02:35:58 1993 My how the pages turn. The sun spreads over My shoulder as I read. The bught settles slowly and I read on. Mysteries of life unfold before me. They shout and I grab My ears in pain, my mind reeling. Those sounds, those words. My fingers numbly close the book as The sun sets on the title, Myth. 159/200: The Pure Void Name: Myth #336 Date: Thu Mar 04 11:16:49 1993 "You're joking," I said when it sank in. "No," he replied, "but it often begins as a joke." "You mean you...you don't mean it. You didn't." "Yes I did," he said. "Didn't I, Ed?" "He sure did," said Ed in a steady voice. "Oh my God," I said. "But that's exactly what I said, too, at the time." Myth 160/200: Wa Name: Myth #336 Date: Sat Mar 06 04:59:46 1993 Speakeasy and heresay, touch my only desire trust Masking emotions within my peripheral vision Diffuse into the words spoken by fools but lose not me The peasant cries for higher class yet is labeled unworthy Myth 161/200: Sin Name: Myth #336 Date: Sat Mar 06 05:06:49 1993 Desire follow through with notions of granduer and reaping pleasure along my sensitive touch Place me on the alter sacrifice my blood take all, cosume waste me Myth 165/200: smooth Name: Myth #336 Date: Tue Mar 16 13:30:34 1993 Rhythym Dreams Get my body going down send me send me, closing eyes, blinking mind whatiwannadotoyou is what the music says to me Let me dive into the slippery sky- fishmeouttatheslime green and yellow dreams the rhythym runs my heartbeat the musics stops, my breath shutters at loss for movement, my blood cold without the music. Myth 166/200: Dad Name: Gregor'S Mentor #372 Date: Sat Mar 20 12:38:18 1993 I'm glad there was no sun the day we buried dad. It would have seemed to be poking fun at all I'd lost all I'd had It was much more real, When all is said That As if sad to see my father dead, the clouds wept. Gregor's Mentor 168/200: Squivel Squavel Name: Myth #336 Date: Sat Mar 20 23:47:40 1993 Squivel squavel, loop -d- loop caught up in the ebb of pointlessiality and trivial pursuit. srucnh that brow, folding within yourself, concerned about every damn itching negative picture in my movie when, hey! no mas no mas I see blood and skin and brain stirred together like magnificent soup, loop -d- loop. but you so you must storm troop wisp away the nonfacts and create a reality with black teeth and white shadows Myth 170/200: 2 Name: Moses #49 Date: Mon Mar 22 00:18:00 1993 stories speak of the blindman's king who walks the sightless land stories speak of his eternal death killed by blind men's hands. There are a million separate parts of me, I'm sure one of them relates. A shred of me is trapped in you, trapped with no escape. They say Cain is exiled, gone, away east of Eden, marked with a sign of sevenfold, so that no one may even harm him. But in the exculded books, the ones not allowed, a certain thing is said: a blind man kills the son of Eve and the firstborn now lies dead. The no eyed man is innocentt of his crime against his God. He did not see the sign that protected the firstborn man. Do you ever wonder about the son of man? if some of him is inside us? and we are killed by no eyed men? No blow is killing, or blade is sharp, no strike is crippling, or club is hard. Are you curious of these million separate slights? Are they errors in social sin? Or malicious bits of spite? Do these people wish to hurt me? Or do they care at all? Am I sealed with the sign of God? Or walk as the blindman's king? Come, Azrael, come now and walk with me come a little while and speak with me, For better I walk the deadman's dance than wander as the blindman's king. [so what if the meter's a little choppy in places. Rhythm has never been my thing, anyway...] 172/200: knives Name: Grey Wolf #312 Date: Mon Mar 22 04:08:32 1993 knives, millions of blades sharp, cutting words into my being tearing the flesh from my heart hands grasping turning the weapon shredding my soul with every slice. pencil shavings ----- Teh. Figure it out. 173/200: sky Name: Grey Wolf #312 Date: Mon Mar 22 04:12:56 1993 sky, as blue as the saphire stone as white as the innocence of youth as pale as the palor of death as free as the spirit of a bird as lonely as the soul of us all. pencil shavings Grey Wolf ..really getting a kick out of her new macro ----- Teh. Figure it out. 174/200: The Guru Name: Myth #336 Date: Mon Mar 22 14:40:54 1993 Purpose of synch, psyche guide and pathfinder - inner voice of the highest self Must give the lense, expanding the other's own voice, to reach beyond Guru's wisdom //.yTh 175/200: poetry Name: Gregor'S Mentor #372 Date: Mon Mar 22 16:49:05 1993 The alphabet is your palette This page your canvas, white, now Take up your nimble - fingered paintbrush turn your face from the light look long at your inner self then, draw whatis outof s i g h t. Gregor's Mentor 180/200: Poetry, well sortof. FN : 1842 Name: Grey Wolf #312 Date: Wed Mar 24 20:01:39 1993 Sitting, waiting, sighing, whistling, dreaming, you walk in. Watching, hoping, wanting, wishing, desiring, you turn my way. Leaping, smiling, thinking, planning, pausing, you speak my name. Loving, needing, taking, giving, having, you took my heart. Grey Wolf 182/200: Conceit and Godliness Name: Myth #336 Date: Thu Mar 25 01:52:36 1993 EGO helix bound mobius, locked experience with emotions past the ants carrying directions to the messiahs, and the wrath of the toll - thou shalt pay betwixed ambivolence and fear perfection lay Do not fear being a God or Goddess. Challenge your imperction and find love. //.yTh ----- i love you 184/200: ... Name: Black Widow #229 Date: Thu Mar 25 19:09:10 1993 ÿhow many times must i walk this earth before i see the one? how many times must i lose myself before i find the one? the one. the one who can see me feel me know me and accept me. love, me. i know this must seem weird to all you non- depressed type people... 185/200: an unusualy happy poem by myself........................... Name: Myrddin #147 Date: Thu Mar 25 22:30:24 1993 That day in October you crushed me Yesterday you rebuilt me anew I'm beginning to think that you trust me And I KNOW that I do trust you I owe you a lot for what you said And realize that I'm greatly in debt So the least thing that I can try to do Is do, what you did for me, for you. 187/200: Itsy Bitsy Spider Name: Myth #336 Date: Fri Mar 26 02:58:01 1993 The Black Widìw Toying, spindling with her thread dark lipstick silent eyes pale skin, rapture spilling from the lantern of her body She never looks into my face she knows the spell I embrace My hand tries to tell me something unlit match and white clean cigarette clenched and forgotten drop them, stand and take her hand begone, my Self, for I have found her and the death by love of spider //.yTh ----- i love you 188/200: title Name: Mundane #339 Date: Fri Mar 26 10:13:05 1993 Swimming with emotion Moaning with ecstasy Flying with intensity Dazzling with charm Entrancing with pervasiveness And enticing with elusiveness To be enthrlled by the depths of your eyes Is the most blissful captivity 189/200: ... Name: Grey Wolf #312 Date: Fri Mar 26 12:23:05 1993 You, me, eternity. Clouds, sky, a single bird. Up my spirit flies. Down my troubles fall. One, we are one. ----- I remeber when I remember when I remember when... 190/200: ... Name: Demon #116 Date: Sun Mar 28 00:45:11 1993 you always hurt what you love love what you hurt hate to love love to hate just me depressed don't worry I don't want to be alone I dont want to be alone dont want to be alone alone forever Demon 191/200: speaking of lost friendships...... Name: Generic Man #12 Date: Sun Mar 28 18:46:55 1993 Memories of Friendship Memories of Joy. Memories of Playfulness. Memories that could be called Close. Memories of Feeling. Memories of Laughter. Memories of and unclear, smiling face. Memories of enjoying together. Memories of Discussion. Memories of aesthetic Seriousness. Memories of Doubt. Memories of Confusion. Memories of Wonder. Memories of questioning Myself, my part, my unseen transgressions. Memories of Thought. Memories of Pain. Memories of Loss. Is it possible to lose What we might have never had in the first place? Your Friend, Generic Man ----- For all that have lost friends inexplicably. 196/200: >//>:L{# Name: Moses #49 Date: Wed Mar 31 21:18:48 1993 there is a certain voice inside my head speaking with a sighing grin of fluttering moths and flame there is a certain mask i save for the person for which i humor endlessly for that is what i am endlessly for that is who i am endlessly there is a certain wanting that hits me with needles of dull pain somewhere inside my chest and the pain causes me to laugh so hard so hard it kills me and so i think of illusions and sighing, grinning voices who misunderstand the needles which cut through my mask and no one sees for that is what i am endlessly for that is who i am endlessly epitaph 198/200: ???? Name: Demon #116 Date: Thu Apr 01 00:29:48 1993 you can't change how I am or the way i think but indeed you can try for in my heart there is a truly grave thing that craves to be loved by you before i die I am so f@cking depressed and I just want to talk to someone 199/200: Solace Name: Myth #336 Date: Thu Apr 01 02:09:01 1993 the shadow comes, bringing shade the night comes, shadow stays bend my eyes around this image see the space, see the dimension this face, shadowed, cast your picture, shadowed, past want to see more, must be more look down to your feet, embrace your darkened self returns the favor. See this, learn why so much means so little there is no answer There Is No Answer so see again, don new eyes that inhale this life laugh at so much, so much almost too much. //.yTh ----- i love you 109/200: sunrise Name: Gregor'S Mentor #372 Date: Mon Apr 05 18:33:55 1993 I saw the sun rise in a burst of brilliant light struggeling against a thousand lies to break the silence of the night i saw the sun rise from my roof top perch and i saw how the sun cries with every subtle lurch as i watched the sun rise it was so glorious and overdone that i held my head and cried to see the rising of the sun. Gregor's Mentor And the beat goes on... 110/200: when people are born Name: Delicia #341 Date: Tue Apr 06 00:38:03 1993 when people are born they are supple, and when they die they are stiff. when trees are born they are tender, and when they die they are brittle. stiffness is thus a cohort of death, flexibility is a cohort of life. so when an army is strong, it does not prevail when a tree is strong it is cut for use. so the stiff and strong are below, the supple and yielding on top. -delicia ...likes soft supple legs 111/200: a million paths, only one with heart. Name: Myth #336 Date: Thu Apr 08 21:22:59 1993 spend time alone being curious bad wisdom is not far from what you can see maybe some haven't succubed to fear - instead they are defeated by clarity if suddenly things find shape and there is new understanding find yourself crossing a thousand paths reaching out like a child for candy rise above this self when your eyes are opened - I will feel as lost when it is forgotten to rise below as well Myth ----- i love you 112/200: Wants Name: Grey Wolf #312 Date: Fri Apr 16 22:45:54 1993 I want an apple. I want a leafy green salad. I want a tall glass of water with ice. I want a toilet I can sit on. I want to hear English. I want my friends back. I want a hot shower. I want no huevos revoltos and beans. I just want to be here. pencil shavings Really REALLY glad to be home. Can't cha' tell? ----- I remeber when I remember when I remember when... 113/200: Well... there you have it. A poetry sub! Name: Slim #389 Date: Sat Apr 17 14:57:52 1993 Lost Time Thoughts leaping o'er the span of my consciousness Reflections on the lake of my subconscious Yet impressions on my future soul And I will never know the memories that fail to make the leap The good and bad I may never recall That seemingly change little things But probably affect much The lost time of my wintry youth Earmarks of my insignificance Or indicators of importance In the land of dreams behind my eyes. Slim... is bored again... and hungover. 114/200: Concerning Grey Wolf's challenge: Walnut... Name: Slim #389 Date: Tue Apr 20 01:33:08 1993 Walnut Crossing the Potomac Lilacs wither in the breeze The lapping of it onto shore Coming closer, thoughts of these Ships on water that would freeze my soul forever more She, defiant, I can't know What thoughts she's captured from her books Of poetry, all leather-bound And opening with rustling sound Contained in shells that grow How about that? The title suits that poem perfectly because you gave me the title ahead of time. Usually, the poet should not produce a title until after the verse is written... What do you think? Slim 115/200: lack of a proper avenue of communicaion Name: Moses #49 Date: Wed Apr 21 00:25:56 1993 ode o he leer ode o he leer ! for i shall no appear in his poem ode o he leer ! for i can' quie ype i now ode o he leer ! i's dissappeared from my life woe, i's gone, and confusion spawned and uncouned amouns of srife. 116/200: Lonely apples, Polka-dotted horses,and Superman's cape? Name: Slim #389 Date: Wed Apr 21 16:46:43 1993 Night Mares The leaves are gone now Leaving the apples lonely Trees in my mind Seasons of mine only The braying of a pony Gates holding white mares One only with polka-dot Alone in my nightmare He finds what he has sought By finding what is not And as he whinnies angry Of land which man has raped His soul one with mine own Without Superman's cape He knows there's no escape But here in my confusion The polka-dotted one Is one with my profusion And as I draw my gun The thoughts of him run on 117/200: Well.. Name: The Fourth Amigo #54 Date: Sat Apr 24 08:29:50 1993 There they sit scattered around the yard each one eating seed silently incoherent violently active when surprised red like lonely apples Wishing they were real music in their ears kids on their back wondering of real life hoping for a little magic to make them real like polka-doted horses Hanging down sometimes falling attached only gently natures beauty many veins fill their being color that sometimes bleeds each one red like a piece of superman's cape 118/200: Walnut crossing the Potomic Name: Myth #336 Date: Tue Apr 27 00:52:13 1993 plants litter and beautify the ground an oak rests, beaming at this day the ground calling, cajoling me lie on my grass, sweet human-being-life sit down and smell some lilacs, dwell on the name of such a flower lilac...Lilacs...Kiss me, lilac... fall to your side, just a moment red velvet caresses the leather-bound book, as you caress the title have you walked this far upon me to stand helpless to another chapter coming feel the oak, lilacs, sweet wind, forget the red velvet words, Grey Wolf Myth ----- I love you 119/200: :) Name: The Integral #374 Date: Tue Apr 27 22:20:42 1993 Hot Dog. Jumping Frog. Albuquerque. 120/200: LOve Name: Buster #308 Date: Wed Apr 28 00:14:50 1993 I don't love you, and chickens have lips. I don't love you, and bull frogs have wings. bbbbuster? 121/200: Turtles and toadstools... Name: Slim #389 Date: Wed Apr 28 16:18:33 1993 Lying here on my back Defenseless to attack And wishing for some smack A friend walks in the room Wakened from my tomb And asks if I want to shroom The thought of eating what Has been near a toad's butt Makes me go plain nuts But if I need a grin Just pop one near my chin And let the fun begin For I am coming down... Slim... is sorry he posted this, but was bored... 122/200: I take your challenge. Name: Grey Wolf #312 Date: Wed Apr 28 18:05:02 1993 You, there, among the rows Why do you sit there with your back turned? The library is about to close. The child's lost among the books Unaware of the hate he's spurned From the librarian giving him dirty looks Leaping faries, like fleeting snow Blackened catfish waiting to be burned Castles in chess, the end piece or rook Startled like a girl who mistook A space shuttle once for a filibusters hook He left the Moebius rings in the nook. Sorry if it sounds dumb, I just composed this right here. Maybe someone can think of something better. Grey Wolf 123/200: The first Johhny Tail Name: House #206 Date: Fri Apr 30 23:27:36 1993 Johny, Johny skin on fire Why do you wail that way When it's only napalm That fell on you today.... FIRE is our Friend House 125/200: Chain Links Name: Spy'Dr #1 Date: Wed May 05 14:55:41 1993 by J. Robertson His arms - they twine around her waist my eyes can't move, they're fixed in place by something strong as glue, I see the smile on her sweet face and remember how it was with you, when other people were so rude when with our love we were so bold and told us we were being lewd. No morality did they uphold but jealousy, so hard and cold was what they tried so hard to hide when "mind your manners" we were told. I know now why in haste they cried to stop the love we wouldn't hide : I want no one else to taste the love I no more feel inside. 127/200: ...... Name: Spy'Dr #1 Date: Thu May 06 17:38:02 1993 The mind that sees true greatness has a greatness all its own, For fools can never see the wise but only other fools. The soul that knows no master seeks an equal for a friend, While those already self-enslaved want lackeys to compel. The heart that holds no envy finds its pleasure in the world; to gauge the self by others is to live life upside down. by J. Robertson 128/200: ... Name: Delicia #341 Date: Thu May 06 23:56:12 1993 stale incense old sweat and lies lies lies!!! -delicia ...thinks for herself ...or so she tries.... 129/200: Transgressions of a Tree Name: House #206 Date: Sat May 08 16:53:07 1993 Though concealed in hidden misery, The tree stands in isolation leaves changing and dropping as daybreak peers through unshrouded Th inner beauty of this long standing giant peers out through thinning foliage, realizing only for a brief moment that loneliness was an illusion and that despair was a misformed emotion. Reaching out through all, all was saved, not lost perseved and tried true but unjustly denied were the helping caresses and love, of those who cared. In sorrow mistakes and ramifications were justified, and understanding despair understanding love life is revived with passion. house,GLG One of my personal best? I would appreciate some honest criticism on this if anyone wants to I would be very thankful or if you want to email it to house 137/200: a poem i wrote in calculus... Name: Delicia #341 Date: Thu May 13 16:30:16 1993 feeling sightless sounds pass by rushing round and round swirling with loving sound peace is beautiful and can be found in these light feathery whisps of sound yet their power can be felt their overwhelming might can shock and shape without sight oh these magnificent sightless sounds swimming through me i scream... feeling free. of the dozen or so poems i've written in the past week this is the only one that rhymed...interesting. -delicia ...thinks this is his worst one, and would like feedback--please? 138/200: ... Name: Grey Wolf #312 Date: Thu May 13 21:55:44 1993 Life, flowing effervescence, whispering catcalls, screaming words of meaningless nothing at the top of our lungs, running like the wind down long grassy knolls seemed to go on forever into the world of dreams. The sky, blue and pale as a winter's morning as it slowly moves aside for the playful clouds of spring. I lay down at the bottom of the hill and let my imagination soar with the birds. The clouds are a neverending line of images etched into the giant canvas of time. Blown away on the whim of a breeze. And I close my eyes and dream of things real. Grey Wolf 139/200: here's another... Name: Delicia #341 Date: Fri May 14 00:43:51 1993 this one is about when i was very high on life... I lay in the grass The sun beats upon me The wind gently rolls by Peacefully swaying the grass The water below glistens in the soft sunlight sending shafts of radiance gleaming in my eyes the leaves above mercifully shield my eyes from the fiery rays of sun Filling me with love I pull down the shades And everything turns subtle Now i only feel shadows Nothing is certain-- but everything is so real. -delicia ...feels peaceful. 143/200: /./././ Name: Grey Wolf #312 Date: Tue May 18 13:20:45 1993 Whispers, soft, flowing, breezy, light, blanketed in undertones, smooth, cool, gentle, free, Feel the only sound in silence, Hear the echo of emptiness, Revel in lonley solitude, Until the waves carve your likeness in the sand. Grey Wolf 144/200: "The Neverending Endeavour" Name: Slim #389 Date: Tue May 18 22:00:53 1993 Twisted and turned Folding inward on itself Poems of love and hate Supposed symbolism Symbols of what? The love and hate Was already there Before the symbol So is the symbol of the thing Or the thing of the symbol? Everything is one But nothing is one And it is this reciprocity That nullifies the point So I say with my powers And heightened phraseology Fuck Symbolism Because they don't show... ---- Slim.... hates symbolism with a symbolic passion... 146/200: Mississippi Morning Name: House #206 Date: Fri May 21 00:10:59 1993 Rain pattering down on frogs in trees Wind drifting through tops of pines Predawn glimmer on unscathed earth As the plow breaks fresh ground Again House {GLG} 147/200: Mother With Child... Name: Slim #389 Date: Fri May 21 15:09:07 1993 "Mother With Child" Blood running blood red Under the concrete cracks Roadkill, crushed head Severed and broken backs Rubber skids and burns anew Bursting capillaries wide Coated with their life's blood goo Shedding of its hide Rabbit with a belly stuffed And I wonder why The powered brakes were not enough To let the children die Slim... is in a good mood... 148/200: Below the Belt Name: Spy'Dr #1 Date: Tue May 25 20:31:35 1993 Summer winter spring and fall guts and nuts and gall and balls Winter freeze and summer melt need a lot Below the Belt Freedom flying in the sky shoot to kill and don't ask why hot in Heaven cold in Hell got a lot Below the Belt Brother Brother long ago Foe was Friend and Friend was Foe we know how it must have felt we've got a lot Below the Belt. 149/200: Sonnet : High School Name: Spy'Dr #1 Date: Tue May 25 20:38:12 1993 When I myself was at your tender age I thought the world was far away and wide and I myself was just a solitary sage with many little wholes in which to hide. I found no company in friendship true but only to make snide remarks sometimes. What I thought (really) no one ever knew to speak one's mind would be a shameful crime. Love seldom did I see and never touch but I pretended that my lust was true and wisdom even small was yet too much - I was that way when I was young like you, but now I have grown out of such arrears what difference is made by four long years. 150/200: The Animal in Me Name: Spy'Dr #1 Date: Tue May 25 22:08:18 1993 For years I was pre-occupied with finding "the animal in me". Other people could dig into their souls and find something beastly. I couldn't find anything but me so I was ashamed and so I had to try and create my monster the hard way. It wouldn't work. Other people seemed happy with their creatures, but I loathed mine. And then I realized : "The Animal in ME is Man". What then, is the Animal tha other people find ? And, even worse, what is that in us which is not the Animal which is Man ? 151/200: Myths Name: Myth #336 Date: Wed May 26 02:45:33 1993 Stirring quietly from the gloom hissing, frothing, crescendo word passes and transforms art blending, wings of the moth fooling you, predator - endbringer so pass the word, wish for more i'll just bliss in orgasmic truth Myth ----- I love you 152/200: Guest poem by the metal florist Name: Myth #336 Date: Wed May 26 03:10:10 1993 Here I sit in murky black Torn between the two extremes The blue whispers to me --- Know thyself tis truth you seek the center is stillness the world goes to the meek The red cries out --- Fuck that shit anger's where it lies everything is worthless and everybody dies So here I live torn between wndering life's maze as do we all, after all it's just a magic purple haze. ---Amethyst Rose 156/200: Another twisted example from SLIM! Name: Slim #389 Date: Thu May 27 00:02:23 1993 Lost Time Thoughts leaping o'er the span of my consciousness Reflections on the lake of my subconscious Yet impressions on my future soul And I will never know the memories that fail to make the leap The good and bad I may never recall That seemingly change little things But probably affect much The lost time of my wintry youth Earmarks of my insignificance Or indicators of importance In the land of dreams behind my eyes. (C) 1992 Jeremy Loel Anderson Slim... 166/200: Death Name: House #206 Date: Sun May 30 01:28:47 1993 After all my fights after all my battles after all the lights go dim I'm still me waiting on the moonlight To set my life on the edge The edge of triumph House 169/200: To Try To Fly? Name: Slim #389 Date: Sun May 30 13:39:54 1993 Thinking on the presents past Looking at the futures last Teetering over the edge of my blue skies Flying downward is still to fly But to rise is divine and God's will, I try To reach some apex before I die Or is the death I fear at top? And should I make that barren drop? To fear both success and failure between Is to live your life as if a dream But dreaming helps to ease the pain From wondering what matters. (C) 1992 Jeremy Loel Anderson