Re: Knights of progress 'alter boy shamed' by Bachus	20-Sep-02/11:17 PM
Truth is indeed in the cloak of the words. The style is tripped out, but cool
Re: quickie by <~>	20-Sep-02/11:19 PM
This poem is tempting, intriguing--like its author
Re: .:|bittersweet|:. by emman	21-Sep-02/10:09 PM
full of painfull images and hopefull (less) pains that others...(or one) causes. Pass the vermouth...my lips are burning.
Re: Ouch by heroditus	21-Sep-02/10:12 PM
if frogs had wings they wouldn't hit their asses when they moved one place to another...right? hip-hop..don't trip on the stairs behind my left ear or fall out the window downstairs. 5
Re: Romantic Getaway by ASTRO-GLIDE	21-Sep-02/10:24 PM
I don't know about you techie-writer's but my computer must be outdated (you idiot). Write so that we can read, fool. Don't you proof-read. Apparently not.
Re: myself by decadentlaurel	24-Sep-02/10:37 PM
words are like acid...stinging, melting, bluring, accentuating...our misuse, abuse, or blatently covering (defining : shaping) our existence. Have a joint dude...it will release something more beautiful, meaningfull and poignent. Gotta get out of the house once in awhile too to smell the stenching glue holding the faces of others to the street pavement's filth...if you know what i mean. Kick a lick and make it sweat sweet licorice and black ice. Watch out below....their after us.
Re: The Masonic Underling & the 33 degree by horus8	24-Sep-02/10:45 PM
in another life I think I was your bathroom mirror...a little dirty but looking at you straight in the eye...telling you (me) something (someone) was waiting...as close as the front door. Ready to either step in - or out. But never to be forgotten. Its these memories (dividing lines) between the face in the mirror and the lingering presence of those passing before (or behind) that quickly flash (distract) before our eyes. In the bathroom's slightly tinted yellow light look back at yourself and let it look a little longer before you step out to see who might be knocking....next in line.
Re: Kindling by <~>	14-Oct-02/4:56 PM
take a look. new one just in called realities...continuation
Re: Kindling by <~>	14-Oct-02/4:59 PM
sexy...like a sister's underwear drawer. provocative and mysterious - at age 12. nice work...i'll see you tonight. midnight. if you please, bring some wine and a little afterlife chemistry.
regarding some deleted poem...	15-Oct-02/5:02 PM
legal? only to those who get caught in the act will suffice to the underworld's creator. Hold on tight...and don't let them get the best of you. Try some drugs...then the iambic meter will be set...hereforth and there-on - so do they call another traveled soul (mate).
Re: Jerk ?? Circle by horus8	16-Oct-02/2:44 AM
devilishly and eau de toilette wrenching...was the soul's conquest greater alive (lived or dead) Where does this lead? hopefully it's just the pain of a beginning; sadly stated and brilliantly composed...I stand with a white flag and surrender to your words, my friend. It's about helpless hope in a distant-ly thought-out mind-less realities. I find it invigorating - like the conquest of becoming or taking over someone else's body or mind. Eve gave the apple to Adam - or was it the other way around? Who knows for certain...the serpent was around. You do good work and always look forward to your thoughts. You sir, wear a cloak around your shoulders...mysterious, mystical creature of another time. Luckily - the beauty shines through this thickness and prowless nature...strong enough to capture the essence of what is important and real in our world of un-realities and superflous flooding. 8
Re: You Can by Dariana	17-Oct-02/7:14 PM
aren't you cute. like my 14 year old step-sister's snatch. blaachk.
Re: A meeting at Maverick, then dinner. by <{Baba^Yaga}>	22-Oct-02/2:35 AM
i once had that "position".. Sometimes you really do wonder who is in control. The wench, the musician, or mr. money. Make sure you pull up your pants before leaving the table next time. You amuse me, always. 7
regarding some deleted poem...	29-Oct-02/8:39 PM
you always find a way to ... ranifercate (sorry, couldn't think of a word) your thoughts. brilliantly. God didn't die though, he just stepped back and let us rough up things for awhile. I wonder if tomorrow really did go away...if today would be worth the chance of a new beginning.
regarding some deleted poem...	30-Oct-02/11:30 PM
next time baby...make sure she sits next to you and gives you one a those good 'ol high school blow jobs. k?
Re: An Enchanting Vision of Beauty by dalva	30-Oct-02/11:32 PM
to mine understand-ith, thuse attund a face di atimus. most definitely as one may compose. prose. if not mistaken-ith. (sick)
Re: A little song by kawakurdi	30-Oct-02/11:37 PM
u sir, make human-stuffy afraid. watch your back and balls next time you step up to the urinal. pillow. please.
Re: James Dean by horus8	3-Nov-02/10:12 PM
i've seemed to have misplaced the packaging, or rather, plastic wrap that so innocently safeguarded my cigarettes...i suppose last night's waif (?) must have taken them, the cigarettes too. Anyways, the story continues nicely...as usual. * I accidently erased one of your comments on my poem...so my typos will unfortunately stay as there is too much sadness in that poem...i'll fix it someday. but thanks, I appreciate your help. always. *"do i know u ?" only as i know they
Re: My Son is...a prayer. by horus8	7-Dec-02/3:10 AM
you are a true loving spirit...great in more ways than you may even begin to know. let tomorrow come easily and with this comfort give all you can to your family and friends - as I'm sure you do. You're intoxicating, irreplaceable and greatly needed in this world. Thank you for your words. 10.
Re: Missing the In-Between by <~>	9-Dec-02/8:47 PM
i especially like the alarm clock and memory take in this...very nice. You capture many elements, that of pain, love, suffering...and can tell that this is from the heart not some bull-shit relationship that's too high on cocaine and nicotine and fresh baked brownies. 9 for my temptress.