If this were a poeme narrated by a zombie who was sitting around in an old zombies' home, thinking about the times when he used to go around trying to eat people's brains, and how he saw most of his zombie friends shot in the head, and wondering whether it was all worth it, it would be ace. -0-

Maybe you can explain something to me, SomeKindofPoet: on Decapolis people are always posting things like, "Topic: back-stabbing whores ...posted 05-12-2004 09:34 PM ack!!!! i'm sooooo livid right now. a supposed friend has just stabbed me and several of my friends in the back and horribly so. i'm so glad she's not here or i would most definitely kick the **** out of her... " and "like my wife used to always say.... "you can't trust a byatch."" and "Crap on a crap cracker. Josh." What I don't understand is why don't the Jesus Police bust these people's asses posthaste? Is that the way young "hip" Christians talk these days? I don't know about you, but in case of Rapture *this* car will be unoccupied. Thanks.

i'd say all i grab ARE the links again... sorry....

Hauntingly beautiful. I really like your use of "face in hiding" as a metaphor for leprosy. -10-

this is nice... we shall never know...

an ode to mr twain?

Fear (Free verse) by Phalkon i lay awake in bed ... a million thoughts run through my head --------------------------------------------------------------------- Thoughts (Free verse) by nicole081083 As I lie here in my bed Many thoughts run through my head --------------------------------------------------------------------- wait for sleep (Lyric) by xunitedx i wait for sleep as i'm lying in my bed but i can't stop these thoughts from running through my head --------------------------------------------------------------------- Insomnia (Pimple) by BiggRobb Every night that I lay down to bed, I'm constantly bombarded with thoughts racing through my head; --------------------------------------------------------------------- Adam's Apple (Lyric) by hotwire Not enough words rush through my head as I laid spend there in my bed --------------------------------------------------------------------- Falling in Love (Free verse) by disturbedone182 I lie awake for hours upon my bed While thoughts of her race through my head --------------------------------------------------------------------- untitled: dedicated to my soldier/husband (Free verse) by SweetJuliet10 sitting here tonight alone in bed a million things running through my head -10-

Oh how simply marvellous darling. 6

How did it feel to win the Melben G. Glasscock Center for Humanities Research Prize in Historical Literary Studies?

Do you really know that love comes but once, or are you just saying that because it sounds poetic and preformulated? And how would you know that, anyway? By my own count, love has come for me about seven times - unless you really mean *cum*, in which case, sadly, the correct figure is never.

the last 6 lines are good. you need to maybe not use huge words together.. "crass nomenclature, warm in our eiderdown plicature." it really, really cuts up the flow. so there!

I get it...and I love it

You are a voided homa.

I can't really relate this year, but Colorado is still pretty cool. June'll probably be a cooker. Still I have big tree's beside my house so it's almost always cool inside

All moments are painted I think, you just can't always distinguish the colors. I like this, let's see some more?

Remind me not to piss you off, or teach you how to load black powder.

Nope, but I guess there's some meaning to it.

sitting on a steamboat...whittling lemmings...throwing overboard...this could be a blast with the right chemical mixture.

just a word of advice...stop naming your poems "untitled". Surely you can come up with a name for them. That title just makes the whole thing boring even if it isn't.

yes - a break now and then is, as Martha would say, a Good Thing.