regarding some deleted poem...	16-Dec-02/3:05 PM
Noooooooooooooo! what has happened to the splinter..god no..the nutmeggy scents have congereed the bog woiden sphinkter. i'm listening to beck's midnite vultures what you doing? putting the restof your cat doors in? "state<b>???</b>" that's pretty realy god damn pretty man good job.
Re: Days by Katie	16-Dec-02/3:48 PM
ha ha you are just a kid. i'm sorry..ha. i don't mean to laugh, but i thought you were pretending and you were actually an old man with heavy eyelids, but then i went to your picture, and well found out..so i appologize for turning your friend's poem and your posting into a three ring circus..sometimes in the heat of the moment i lose myself..well that said i'm off there are others out their not so blond, young and floridian waiting for the russian witch to bring her hut and oven. enjoy your stars and boyfriends. it's all extra-ordinarilly innocent and honest, and huh wholesome. goodbye. goodluck.
Re: The City (New Jerusaem) by blkarak	16-Dec-02/3:58 PM
but why did you kill sweet baby jesus, and then tell us it was all just theatre, but why? why. for the future, for hitler, for diamonds, for prayers that fall into the cracks of screaming walls a city on a city on a city, built by masons! masons! unite it's time again for the arayan uprising the rise of new ATLANTIS RISE RISE! WE WILL STUDY THE BLOOD LINES WE TOO WILL BE, PSYCHIC (MORE THAN THE HOTLINE EVEN) PURE LIKE THE JEW (EVEN SEPHARTIC ONES), TALL STRONG, LEARNED IN THE WAYS OF THE UMMM...LEARNED, AND BEST OF ALL LIED TO ON A DISPICAble level DAILY. level 11. every channel, every paper, every movie. jew. have an eight.
regarding some deleted poem...	16-Dec-02/4:10 PM
this is the equiva-lint of to kill a mockingbird..it's to kill a mockingturd with sluts..impressive. but why ask why? when the bar is merely heaven, and you are all dead, but the patrons, the patrons sweet lord are all women you've boffed including the ones your family that you got to boff, and the ones that got away..you are rimbauld the wisened and at that very moment you realize as you're about to stuff it in miss. Gradualating (your nun in third grade)..you notice the bartender, hank, and guess what he's a hunk? and he notices you too. you drop miss what's her name to the floor nude and swollen to the straw peanut littered floor and mowsie on over to your next moment in hell, ah i mean heaven.see. proof that anythings possible in heaven, thank the lord.
regarding some deleted poem...	16-Dec-02/7:44 PM
i have a very special present for you shawnee boy gomes feast your eyes on the mountains of madness jiggy jiggy jiggy boo. enjoy http://www.geocities.com/aimees00/ join us now. help us help ourselves. i hope a fucking comet hits this planet dead on and pushes us straight into the sun. i'm going to go cut my nipples off now and burn them in an ashtray to stay warm just a bit longer..it's cold, so cold...help...
Re: eyes by moonUnit	16-Dec-02/7:57 PM
jesus. there goes the other one.
Re: DESERVING NOTHING MORE THAN LONLYNESS by LETO	19-Dec-02/6:18 PM
"sweatness of death" vintage.
Re: joyriding by Bill Z Bub	19-Dec-02/8:35 PM
i'll drink some skaldic brew to that.the titles kind of pauly shore, but the piece is impeccable..
Re: Splendid Discovery by blkarakagain	22-Dec-02/1:31 PM
you ever notice people with no sense of humor aren't <funny> it's caused by a recessive gene due to inbreeding and academia injected 'idealations', the style you're mimicking is a 'code' invented to teach the reader using a mode of symbolic regurgitations inspired by a thought than a notion into idea into written word thus spoken 'it' becomes. exists..for a single but 'every day' purpose, being the dot to dotting, the layering,the connecting of filaments, tissue, elements.. to be assembled than named 'the great bringing', so by using ones senses, both mentally and physically <spiritually fueled with curiosities, insatiable> you correspond symbols with the names at a rate uncalculable and secret <the formula that god used to bring things into being> biochemical process that the mind uses to decide. But [since] you choose not decide on anything other than your 'sad' attempt at criticizing against the value of this particular 'style'. ironically by taking the time to write about it at all only strengthens its validity, so thanks for helping me decide on just how i feel about your attempt. <i don't>.
regarding some deleted poem...	22-Dec-02/1:42 PM
i would of gone with necks crack instead, and the end fucking monkey wrenches it? you're on the war path kicking ass and taking names the whole first stanza, and half of the second, 'exposing the grand facade, and then what do you do? sleep? so tired? no you're not! your build up is showing me the opposite of that, you're 'aware' and that is not tired and sleepy.. jesus fucking christ..[now i must sleep by staying awake, now i don't sleep, for you. now], FUCK IT, WHATEVER? hey, but ranger called it "brilliant" so it must be indeed..a brilliant fucking bluff.
regarding some deleted poem...	22-Dec-02/2:40 PM
love is just an over-rated morning sickness that creates nothing but loss and insecurities, and honestly true 'pure love' is sought out at all times, on all levels by evil forces. to be corrupted, like MOTHs TO the LIGHT, love attract more trouble than good, because it has to be constantly tested by the individual out of fear that it might not be real or there. love is constantly ruined by overthinking, as every clear sky is doomed to eventually storm up, only to be even clearer the next day ironically. love doesn't evolve. it has just always been, but we evolve away, way faster, unable to hold onto so much at that rate of speed we lose grip, and it slips away like a hat out the window on a desert highway, you watch it get smaller and smaller in your review mirror remembering how well it felt and fit, and all the compliments you got on it tsk. tsk.love is easier kept folded up tight, and stored with your mind and spirit to be processed and stripped to its actual purpose and point forever, there, to be recapitulated at will. whenever you need strength just use your sense memory and go back to it like you never left it, because you didn't. see? it was an illusion of skin and death and jealousy with pride. keeping you from the you that might of been? silly. you still are. because we are not forever, and dealing with that fact directly on every level will show you just what secret meaning love actually serves in the universe (because it's so in front of your eyes you always miss it). a relieving lubricant for the inevitable deterioration into spirit, what is spirit you might ask? well i tell you this. it doesn't move on after your body is ash saying to itself, "damn i really loved that body, why oh lordie? why must all things seperate? to fucking come back together tighter and brighter! only to seperate once again then come back together (the man, the woman, gender split, one to two from two you get one [baby]?) 'a pulse', the spirit rejoices 'no fool' to move forward without dragging all of that unecessary baggage with out, what would it do with all of it's different loves throught its physical existence (timed life?) anyway in outer space, or heaven, or wherever in the fuck the latest paradise might be that's been contrived by the new and hot corporate religion, or pathetic old ones inoperably spitting out war and land claims bah. what what will it do when it gets there? whip out its photo album and have a fucking moment?! ha ha! whatever helps you sleep at night lonely boy. so, when and if you find love again. hold it tight and fucking RUN!
Re: Reason for being late by Normo	22-Dec-02/2:54 PM
splendid and true.
Re: Opera by ~incarnate~	22-Dec-02/2:57 PM
i love operas big time, but this is a free verse, not a haiku, but close (not really)..since i liked the topic i'll push you 'over five' and call it six.
regarding some deleted poem...	22-Dec-02/3:09 PM
if you call that setting the words free, i'd hate to see where they were being held.
regarding some deleted poem...	22-Dec-02/3:36 PM
i remember this. how you might ask?. love.
Re: Skin, Bone, Flesh & Blood by scitz	22-Dec-02/3:48 PM
"contented" really? what are you now, contenting?
Re: battle within, graceful losing by brazen	22-Dec-02/11:05 PM
merry christmas. your poetry is getting stronger.the poets life, his calling, is to the 'struggle', to the 'word'. god was a poet, and we are all god through that gift. the gift of communication for a better sense of what it means to be 'here'. you were born a poet. we all were.H
Re: I have no Idea?...? by brazen	22-Dec-02/11:16 PM
this is tight now.don't change it anymore, you are finding honesty and humor much more at your disposal i see. good, that's an unarguable foundation. now comes title strengthening with a high octane dose of subject upon style relation improvement. your gonna peak within the next year, and when you do. you'll laugh with me about the nines. i enjoy your work, and it makes me feel very good in more ways than i bet you'd believe that you trust me. a poets death is earned and remembered his/her birth, an accident divine.'
Re: The Funnyman by Christof	23-Dec-02/2:03 PM
you know what's funny about the best list here at poemranker? the way it shifts ever so predictably. i wasn't thinking stan boardman (whoever on god's green earth would? except for you of course) at all more like a jerry louis marathon, but without the muscular ailment, just more ale.
Re: The Elephant Olympics by Yardbird	23-Dec-02/2:05 PM
perfect. except for the fact that you wrote it of course.