Re: Offence by Stephen Robins	1-Apr-03/5:40 AM
I wish to protest in the strongest possible terms about absolutely everything.
regarding some deleted poem...	1-Apr-03/6:46 AM
There once was some AIDS in a glass, I extracted it from my own ass. I spilled it one day, And infected a gay, Who went by the first name of Frass.
Re: Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome by Stephen Robins	14-Apr-03/5:08 AM
This is splendid. Poems about diseases always seem to bring out the best in people.
regarding some deleted poem...	23-May-03/4:20 AM
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regarding some deleted poem...	23-May-03/4:26 AM
"This all is really ridiculous" A truer word has ne'er been spoken. You don't need me to comment on your poetic ability when you are capable of providing such an accurate analysis yourself.
regarding some deleted poem...	23-May-03/9:53 AM
to my age having grown up not seeing me her whole life, and being told by our mother that i was already born when she met my father <mother denied my gestation and birth> so my sister thought that we weren't siblings so when we first met in salt creek california when i was 21 and she was seventeen. she fell in love with me, and would make passes at me daily...because she truly didn't believe that i was her brother (which we were half brother and sister), in fact all of my siblings are half blood with me cuz i am my parents only child, and they each remarried four times (i have four brothers and two sisters) still thats not a very positive thing to tell a child, at any age (that you are not related when you are) i knew but she wouldn't believe me no matter how hard i tried to convince her that what she was feeling was wrong.. cuz my mom had told her that she was her first kid and i was her step son her whole life (she grew up in hawaii), and since we never really met until we were older it caused some serious shit to hit the fan, cuz i let her seduce me one night to spite my mother and reverse her lie with a little black magic...i knew my sister would eventually tell her, exposing my mothers mental wickedness and illness...served her right...except it blew my family even more beyond its already ruined levels...of madness and selfish denial coated greed..<i was just so fucking pissed that i lost control> i suffered many years with the guilt, and still do...the third part (still on a bad acid trip) is about my heroin addiction that spawned from all of this guilt and insanity "before bed" implying my years of fighting addiction and how it affected my relationship with my highschool sweetheart who i was with for five years..i told her everything and we tried to help me, but i just hated myself to much for even her love to save me..and the last part "sixteen lost" (still tripping, refer to the mention of ergot infirst part) is about when i lost my mind and my earliest writings and everything i owned, and all of my friends and family and my well being and much much more...i couldn't remember any of the poems by heart only pieces, so i collaged it all together with different titles i remembered and some lines that couldn't be forgotten..basically the marquise de sade's last supper. i did it with a basic rhyme scheme at the beginning of it....to show the immaturity and childish frustrations that were controling my decision making abilities....hatred and revenge can warp a sensitive beings better judgment and linger forever tainting...no matter...i made a mistake...i forgave myself though, and all of them too...for the sake of my future mental health...i hope that will clarify a few things for you z... sorry for being so cryptic...good afternoon, luv horus's litigator.
Re: Keanu Vs The mystery of life by Shardik	23-May-03/9:57 AM
HOW DOES THIS GET TO THE FRONT OF THE QUEUE OF "MOST RECENT POEMS" ON 21 MAY 2003 WHEN IT WAS WRITTEN ND POSTED ON 7 MARCH 2003? IT'S BEYOND COMPREHENSION .....................................................................................................................................................................
regarding some deleted poem...	3-Jun-03/12:29 AM
Reading this was a waste of my time. Ms Kim Journey should stay in the trailer park where she belongs and listen to Garth Brooks. Please, Kim, leave the "hip-hop" to the black kids from New York.
regarding some deleted poem...	3-Jun-03/12:29 AM
Reading this was a waste of my time. Ms Kim Journey should stay in the trailer park where she belongs and listen to Garth Brooks. Please, Kim, leave the "hip-hop" to the black kids from New York.
regarding some deleted poem...	3-Jun-03/12:32 AM
Keys that jingle in your pocket Words that jangle in your head Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that I said? Lovers walk along a shore And leave their footprints in the sand Was the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand? Pictures hanging in a hallway Or the fragment of a song Half-remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong? When you knew that it was over Were you suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning To the color of her hair?