Re: a comment on Timber! by Shardik	30-Sep-03/1:09 PM
Smelling one's urine and examining one's poo is an ancient art practiced by many in order to moniter health. Therefore, you're right.
Re: a comment on Ginger Prawns prior to Sea world with Jeremy Irons by Bachus	26-Sep-03/11:50 AM
Perhaps, you should start jogging?
Re: a comment on The fetus farm by horus8	26-Sep-03/10:36 AM
Interesting, because I eat Zombies and date my neighbours
Re: a comment on The fetus farm by horus8	26-Sep-03/10:29 AM
Why would I be into kiddy porn? When I get so much of the full grown porn all ready? Did you know Jenna Jameson is a friend of mine, or did you see the late night HBO soft cores I've starred in? My mind is hardly focused on what you think it is foolish pr0n.
Re: a comment on The fetus farm by horus8	25-Sep-03/7:22 PM
I, for one, am ashamed of you. This poem is a political statement that I'm making against unsafe neanderthal hotel sex. I'm sick of seeing 13 year old girls suckling their young. you sir, are an anarchist.
Re: Pauling in Disguise (Ignorance and Arrogance) by Geschäftsreise	25-Sep-03/6:59 PM
Golden Q - Tip award. For obvious reasons. 10!
Re: Your Inner Ear by razorgrin	25-Sep-03/11:15 AM
Earwig baby snacks Pass me that sex wax
Re: a comment on SupremeDreamer by Nirvana13666	24-Sep-03/12:31 PM
And to top it off. you are not even bright enough to realize I'm talking to wKing Abdullah IIw 195.157.153.253, not you.
Re: a comment on SupremeDreamer by Nirvana13666	24-Sep-03/12:28 PM
You have ass ears. Trust me, whn I say, your poem is shit an average, that's why I gave you a 7. And I was being VERY giving, and we know why don't we? Now back to your poem... Let's deconstruct it, shall we? "I am blind to colors that bleed bright The solstice of my life is over Solitude has begun" Blind to colors that bleed bright? how do you know they are bleeding bright than? And what exactly do you equate your life's solstace as meaning metaphorically, because, that's a horrible analogy, really. Also, I don't sweat, I pant. "I wish you wanted me I wish you hadn’t forgotten the way I hate I died yesterday Today it’s just my dead body wanting Wanting to feel alive again" now let's look at this for a minute? this has got to be the worst ending stanza to any poem ever. your poem is to Cliche what cliche is to reality tv. your readers must watch a lot of tv, because, just scanning your poem reminds me of sunday morning dry english muffins and a boner that takes to long to go away while all I want to do is piss, but not like a girl.
Re: a comment on SupremeDreamer by Nirvana13666	24-Sep-03/12:17 PM
because, I mean, it's hard to have a lot of readers with poetry as crap as what you wrote above. That's very unprofessional of you? Would you like me to do an edit for you? Add some words a little bigger than "frigid" and "shiver" or say more poignant than "forgotten"? lol. When you say "a lot of readers" do you mean like a sixth grade classroom in the special ed dept. And, also, how in the fuck do you pronounce "NNirvana" Sort of drawn out at the beginning? like ENNNNNNNNNNN-ir-van-aaaaa?
Re: a comment on SupremeDreamer by Nirvana13666	24-Sep-03/12:12 PM
Who are your readers?
Re: a comment on SupremeDreamer by Nirvana13666	24-Sep-03/12:11 PM
It's neither you daft impartial flick of dandruff. I told you already it's some passages from my new manuscript.
Re: The Weight of Civilization (Heavily Abridged) by Geschäftsreise	24-Sep-03/11:50 AM
"Usher" lol. Ailes are only so big. Atolls, however, are huge!
Re: a comment on electrocaridiogram by skaskowski	24-Sep-03/11:48 AM
Then...Why are you wearing a bra?
Re: a comment on When my poems go platinum by horus8	24-Sep-03/11:46 AM
ehe
Re: a comment on SupremeDreamer by Nirvana13666	24-Sep-03/11:45 AM
Like I said Juno's Peacock. Not James' tube sock. I WRITE ABOUT LOVE AND NECESSITOUS HEARTACHE YOU TWAT. And I do it s-e-l-f-l-e-s-s-l-y.
Re: a comment on SupremeDreamer by Nirvana13666	24-Sep-03/11:42 AM
The Garden Island In an Oriental evening dress; You fix me a pineapple salad. While you are cutting, I notice that you have set the fruit's green crown off to the side of the counter. When I ask you "Why?", you smile a Mother’s pearls, and tell me that if we plant it, a new pineapple will grow back in its place. Underneath the green. Then you left me alone again for a spell, how long, I have forgotten now, but long enough for the ants to have completely carried it away. Thinking back... It might have been nice if we would have tried to grow anything together. Taurus women and the pride Strong, and large with thought. I find you grazing your days away. From this perch, I pant through heat- -wave & dry hunger. A rogue footed lion lickin' my chops to your undersigned fattening. Your brown eyed mouth rolls and nose flares above the sweet grass. My darkened neck's mane, thick for statement, and wind tossed warning. Beautifully unkempt for this king's Feast. Until we dance your death tight in my mouth exhausting, partners in more natural times. Your breath jerks to recall an end in my embrace. I bellow to you & your pride. I roar for your warm blood. Accepting our exchange until you are inside of me working out your soft flesh. Covering your death face with a free paw, I roll up against you, marking your outsides all mine. In this loveless drought. I find a fresh heart waiting. To beat in me forever This need to understand. You're a missing link. With your will to be kept You will taste well needed, and full of patient love. A beast of burdened patience Domesticated, yet unhindered domestically. Tame, though proud less & still. My wild eyes hunt and find that tether between men & my wild stance. It's you, as we both wait swishing our tails until night fall let's me loose, to descend, and I do. Straight for you. Even as I consumed you, your eyes bid me, "Go ahead... And take the time god gave me, to be me, and let you be that selflessly mine". For the taking. Gems of love, stones of war An emerald green to crimson swing The quiet ones can't be trusted Their love is designed for pressing. Under the moon waning pale you bring Your heart completely busted An emerald green to crimson swing. Are you awake, can you hold the bearing For all that you have lusted Their love is designed for pressing. An oath of trust, a faith worth swearing For battle your gear's adjusted An emerald green to crimson swing Some times, in my dreams you sing As I am dying on a grey field rusted Their love is designed for pressing I fought as I loved, an immeasurable thing The fingerprints can't be dusted An emerald green to crimson swing Their love is designed for pressing.
Re: a comment on SupremeDreamer by Nirvana13666	24-Sep-03/11:41 AM
Find a drug reference that rambles thus far? You are an idiot. Calling me a drug rambler is like calling you a shit wrangler? Which would be physically impossible.
Re: a comment on SupremeDreamer by Nirvana13666	24-Sep-03/11:40 AM
Upside down and tigers Jungle and night, those stars Up my amber eyes Up my burning gaze Up my heart beat The cleansing pulse and hunt which keeps no balance between here and there, or you and me. Cracked earth and day Volcanic soil, my paw print Lap water at the brook, and cold tongue Blood whiskers, canines, Ivory -- long and beautiful smile, reflections... When I see our face watered up at me I lowest growl pheromones & strong musk We are upside down and tigers. Day sleepers Down my full stomach Down my need to kill Until tonight, I'll tiger still. Tasmanian Wolf Soul walking is so extinct. You carpenter's son. You cat in the hat. Icarus up Young man, old man, maze. Why not death by Minotaur? You get wings instead. I love you father. You tied a string to an ant. Sent it through a shell. Icarus down Sticky new feathers. Do not frown at me old man. Time to touch the sun. As I freed from you. I became just what you were. Swallowed by the Sea. Thracian mountains until the Sea In the woods that bore me. The lyre, with flute, that brought me up. To sing the songs of olde. Collecting moisture in God's cup. A lover's muse needs chasing. Through thick, heath, and grove all day. Because, life's to short for wasting. On kings that need more pawns to play. So I strum my chords for living. To drink, and dance, then fish the Sea. These things should be a given. But men will never let this be. Your fear of death will trick you. It'll make you lie, and cheat, or harm. But must you feel the need too, trade your honey for their swarm? The race of men shall always repeat the past then fall asleep. Right up until our final days. I pray the lord my soul to keep. Sleepwalking paths overgrown, now alone. You came here as one, and not a soul more. Yet, you fight to regain youth with a moan. Missing the root whilst ignoring your core. Part II: Keeping the Bird While cleaning the aviary Webs, feathers, eggshells Not a song left to whistle Rats run these corners 12673 Jalapeño Ave. Chino, Ca. I drove by your old house yesterday. There was a young couple inside with a baby & people milling about elated. I thought about how we used to hide in those junipers out front & play truth or dare as an excuse to get familiar with our bodies. I sat there across the street and finished up my cigarette An old man inside shot me a look Then abruptly, closed the curtains. The house was smaller with out you.
Re: SupremeDreamer by Nirvana13666	24-Sep-03/11:38 AM
Scorpion feet lucky rabbit High desert love triangle. Will you fruit tree? Can you spot me glacier & wind gusts? Mountain meadows over dull yellow dunes. To soon, goodbyes, rifle in every corner. Turkish coffee Wearing my Ruana Devils’ tongue Chile Mouthfuls of honey & mango preserves Even the dog knows better than to nose poke a scorpion. But you see there is a brittle brown piece of plywood 30 yards from the front porch. Underneath it is a decomposing rabbit, and a fat see through scorpion. Poisonous & barbed kisses All full of babies. Heeled before its time. Who said “Rabbit's feet were lucky”? The Queen & The Locksmith From sunset 'til dawn, I'm grinding your keys. It's become assembly line robotic. The truth leaves me crippled, forced to beg "please". Smirking, you herald me, "New & Ionic". You bid me, "Need nothing", but file your lines. Sparks, and the wheel's shrill, all days & all ways. Your heel in the small of me back defines. Each way a man loves, and to what he prays. You chained me with habits, and claimed, "'’twas best". That a man could be drug held by your form. Needing your nature, I did not resist. My compulsive drive bid, "drone in your swarm". Now I'm hypnotized by your soft wing's song. It speaks to the yearn I have to belong". The Masonic Underling & the 33 degree The wheel of fifths stiffs me again, as your climax keeps the slow burn ward I was just nothing but your book collector then So still am I now I love you alone. Keeping our secret letters Sagittarius To be under you for all of that which is not Eternally yours Prometheus sang for vultures I gave you my fire and look what you did with it Love is for the birds Unmasking Wyverns Watch me slave at words I could never say Monsoon shark god furious The love of my father, she snaked away Wind swept waves bled 'til Sunday It's a shame I am that curious Watch me slave at words I could never say Fierce night howls paved the way And the way it was deleterious The love of my father, she snaked away Children raced past our well-lit display An unintentional metamorphosis Watch me slave at words I could never say A crow-haired woman asked, "Was I okay?" Lips crimson and voluptuous The love of my father, she snaked away A god of wind, a shark at play Your past is not mysterious Watch me slave at words I could never say The love of my father, she snaked away. The Rift Starts at a place that I cannot recall. A depravity structured. The strongest of walls. Dividing my soul from the beauty of God. Keeping me safe from what is, and what was. On this side pure darkness. with sounds that raise hair. Since, there was never a nexus, I studied despair. I learnt to bend shadows. And the secrets of words, but I never found out how I could be cured. Because, fear has been stronger then what they call love I can eat it, or make it. When push comes to shove. Independent of structure. Void of all heart. The rift is my gift, as it tears me apart. The Ebony Orchid of Theta The darkest orchid I have ever seen came to me last night through the realm of dream. Its pistils, onyx & its edges keen Though its center was a swirling off cream. I swore that I even could hear it speak to me of things I should choose not repeat. The way men's will can shrivel then turn weak And the way it spoke was hardly discreet. Of children in folds, and parents in dire, and of the greed of men consuming the world. Of matter less space, and colorless fire And of the way chaos shall reign unfurled. Part of me wondered how it had grown here. Flower black with a pollen of pure fear. The darkest woods ever They were the darkest woods ever. At least that I had ever seen. Trees with leaves almost of leather. Animals, that struck me as too lean. So I quickened up my rigid stride. While my eyes scanned for some light. If I had a horse, full speed I'd ride. If my lungs were not so tight. I never should have dared to trespass. Goddamn shortcuts are always wrong. Where is my boy scout with his compass? Why is this taking so awfully long? Wait... Is that a light that I see up ahead? No... Just the moon climbing higher instead. Las Gaviotas There is a burning moon in Mexico Love and blood go hand in hand So deep, and high, I can't let go. It rises red, its sky crawl is slow A bulging middle with golden band There is a burning moon in Mexico. Drunk, I watch the ebb tide flow Where waves wash away at the land So deep, and high, I can't let go. A guitar song with black pearls so consumed with guilt I cannot stand There is a burning moon in Mexico. She hangs there naked, all a glow Over an Ocean of silence and sand So deep, and high, I can't let go. In the distance a storm does grow Spinning eye pulls, strand by strand There is a burning moon in Mexico So deep, and high, I can't let go.