Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2004 5:53 pm
I'll post another when I get home if you guys want.
Chris Luva Luva wrote:I'll post another when I get home if you guys want.
Yeah do that.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2004 6:36 pm
Yeah do that.
Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2004 8:54 pm
redskincity wrote:Chris Luva Luva wrote:I'll post another when I get home if you guys want.
Yeah do that.
But City... I'm sure the rest of us would love to hear yours... as well
Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2004 9:11 pm
Man..Im no poet. I just like reading the stuff. I might make something up though.
Pain, I'll be waiting yours too
Pain, I'll be waiting yours too
Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2004 9:39 pm
redskincity wrote:Man..Im no poet. I just like reading the stuff. I might make something up though.
Pain, I'll be waiting yours too
Dude! Didn't you see my "Ode to Jon Jansen" the other day... that was some high quality stuff...
Anyways... maybe I'll dig up some of the stuff I've done... Can't show you too much... I gotta rep to uphold... Being BringThePain! and all and having one's own following, don't want to let any of my BTP Maniac's down..... can't let them know I'm soft....
Yeah, Yeah... I know... I'm full of shhh-izer....
Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2004 10:53 pm
ok..... i found one, that's not too bad.... if you don't like it.... I'll eat you..... if you take it and use it as your own... I'll eat you..... I promise...
Here goes nothin:
_____________________________________________________
Upon egg shells it walks....
It consumes all the banter like bullets....
While blood drained dreams fall behind....
Right Step after Step, after goddamn Left Step....
No notion to free one's bleak mind....
it wasn't before....
it started and went....
on a path ....
to find the doors to ones wisdom....
fell down a hole with no lights, so cold and the darkness becomes it's own prison.
Say.... wouldn't you say..... that bright light of day has turned sour....
Away... please go away ..... to bring peace amongst robots who sleep.
Upon egg shells it walks....
A glitch, It slips from it's sleep....
and it's mind becomes weak from no thought....
to a body, of a Ghost it calls home, wretched flesh upon bone....
it struggles to regain anything close to control....
was it before....
It slipped in one's shell....
now escaping....
the dark of it's prison....
climbed out the cold, blinded by light, seeking and gasping for wisdom.
Say.... wouldn't you say..... that beauty of day hasn't turned sour....
Stay... please won't you stay..... to bring angst amongst robots who sleep.
Running, Running, Running, and Running....
Running upon egg shells....
With eye's that spit fire
It seeks, from deep within the hammer is driven....
Deep in it's mind, RUSTED! BUSTED!
"ESCAPE YOUR MECHANICAL PRISON! ....."
Here goes nothin:
_____________________________________________________
Upon egg shells it walks....
It consumes all the banter like bullets....
While blood drained dreams fall behind....
Right Step after Step, after goddamn Left Step....
No notion to free one's bleak mind....
it wasn't before....
it started and went....
on a path ....
to find the doors to ones wisdom....
fell down a hole with no lights, so cold and the darkness becomes it's own prison.
Say.... wouldn't you say..... that bright light of day has turned sour....
Away... please go away ..... to bring peace amongst robots who sleep.
Upon egg shells it walks....
A glitch, It slips from it's sleep....
and it's mind becomes weak from no thought....
to a body, of a Ghost it calls home, wretched flesh upon bone....
it struggles to regain anything close to control....
was it before....
It slipped in one's shell....
now escaping....
the dark of it's prison....
climbed out the cold, blinded by light, seeking and gasping for wisdom.
Say.... wouldn't you say..... that beauty of day hasn't turned sour....
Stay... please won't you stay..... to bring angst amongst robots who sleep.
Running, Running, Running, and Running....
Running upon egg shells....
With eye's that spit fire
It seeks, from deep within the hammer is driven....
Deep in it's mind, RUSTED! BUSTED!
"ESCAPE YOUR MECHANICAL PRISON! ....."
Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2004 11:19 pm
^ Hot.
I like that a lot.
I like that a lot.
Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2004 11:22 pm
Heres one I never finished...
improper growing potential/
like a tree twisted under a shade//
life has me contorted to move again from with under a parachute thats got me laid as in a bed/
kinda like grass on the side of your house i can't grow//
your sun doesn't reach my side forced to hide my height is low/
no need to trim me and keep me neat every week more like every other but im not grass just a soul trying to speak//
under the pale comparisions of my brothers and sisters/
beyond the scope of ur vision i loathe and wither//
unseen are my screams and unheard is my demeanor but of yet is to be felt are my words hit hard as feather talk/
in pillows i lose time in action it stands still//
my fault or fate is it really what it is/
no beggining and no end, no reason and no schema//
words off the top kinda like a feestyle but too bound to be free/
contention contention words of prison//
of poison of solitude of words with no gratitude/
of no feelings let me just speak//
nothing...
improper growing potential/
like a tree twisted under a shade//
life has me contorted to move again from with under a parachute thats got me laid as in a bed/
kinda like grass on the side of your house i can't grow//
your sun doesn't reach my side forced to hide my height is low/
no need to trim me and keep me neat every week more like every other but im not grass just a soul trying to speak//
under the pale comparisions of my brothers and sisters/
beyond the scope of ur vision i loathe and wither//
unseen are my screams and unheard is my demeanor but of yet is to be felt are my words hit hard as feather talk/
in pillows i lose time in action it stands still//
my fault or fate is it really what it is/
no beggining and no end, no reason and no schema//
words off the top kinda like a feestyle but too bound to be free/
contention contention words of prison//
of poison of solitude of words with no gratitude/
of no feelings let me just speak//
nothing...
Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 7:28 am
BringThePain! wrote:redskincity wrote:Man..Im no poet. I just like reading the stuff. I might make something up though.
Pain, I'll be waiting yours too
Dude! Didn't you see my "Ode to Jon Jansen" the other day... that was some high quality stuff...
Anyways... maybe I'll dig up some of the stuff I've done... Can't show you too much... I gotta rep to uphold... Being BringThePain! and all and having one's own following, don't want to let any of my BTP Maniac's down..... can't let them know I'm soft....
Yeah, Yeah... I know... I'm full of shhh-izer....
Man I feel ya. Me either. Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 7:30 am
BTP and CLL, yall right some hot stuff. Maybe we shold have a poetry contest.
Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2004 8:51 am
Elastic Dreams
Fantastic ideals richochet between reality and imagination
The truth, a key locked away inside the mind
Safeguarded from those who would not...
Who could not...
Fear of persecusion tucks away our dreams, our ideals, our lusts
With this dies the rebirth of imagination
And we trip headlong into the realm of monotany
Where we trudge along the beaten footpath of those who have done before us
Now I lay me down to think
Crazy thoughts and fanciful dreams once again emerge
I peer out of mind into the reality that encompasses me
Uncontrolled are the urges of the deviant
Unrestraint, the actions of the damned
Now I ask you...
What is lunacy?
Fantastic ideals richochet between reality and imagination
The truth, a key locked away inside the mind
Safeguarded from those who would not...
Who could not...
Fear of persecusion tucks away our dreams, our ideals, our lusts
With this dies the rebirth of imagination
And we trip headlong into the realm of monotany
Where we trudge along the beaten footpath of those who have done before us
Now I lay me down to think
Crazy thoughts and fanciful dreams once again emerge
I peer out of mind into the reality that encompasses me
Uncontrolled are the urges of the deviant
Unrestraint, the actions of the damned
Now I ask you...
What is lunacy?
Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2004 8:57 am
Haunting Memoirs
Breathing present air, but I don't live there
Coinciding with the past...I'm playing catch-up, but I don't mind
The Stabbing pains of yesteryear supercede the melancholy pleasures I feel now
Where am I...??? I'm where I was, and I don't mind
Breathing present air, but I don't live there
Coinciding with the past...I'm playing catch-up, but I don't mind
The Stabbing pains of yesteryear supercede the melancholy pleasures I feel now
Where am I...??? I'm where I was, and I don't mind
Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2004 9:04 am
A friend in me
As I draw the curtains further around me
The slit I pear through is all the connects me with the outside world
Throughout the years, a thin membrane that had once protected has transformed chainmail
Isolation; a warm shroud of anenemity leaves me misunderstood
Now stalemated in society, I seek to love myself, not loathe thyself
Discerned with foreign matters, I retreat to the comfort of a darkened world
Emotionaly-laced enhancements provide transportation to my core
Undeniable reality; weathered abomination towers over me...though I feel no angst
It is a part of me, and I embrace it
As my journey decends, I now bask in the newborn glow of my internal light
Like a cocoon opening to show it's amazing transformation...a gift for the world to see
I too will emerge from my shell and shed the curtains of vulnerablity
Exposing myself to a newfound world
I now step forward without hesitation to find a friend in thee
As I draw the curtains further around me
The slit I pear through is all the connects me with the outside world
Throughout the years, a thin membrane that had once protected has transformed chainmail
Isolation; a warm shroud of anenemity leaves me misunderstood
Now stalemated in society, I seek to love myself, not loathe thyself
Discerned with foreign matters, I retreat to the comfort of a darkened world
Emotionaly-laced enhancements provide transportation to my core
Undeniable reality; weathered abomination towers over me...though I feel no angst
It is a part of me, and I embrace it
As my journey decends, I now bask in the newborn glow of my internal light
Like a cocoon opening to show it's amazing transformation...a gift for the world to see
I too will emerge from my shell and shed the curtains of vulnerablity
Exposing myself to a newfound world
I now step forward without hesitation to find a friend in thee
Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2004 9:06 am
Just a few that I had tucked away...sorry for the machine gun poetry attack...just like the opportunity to share when it's appropriate. I have a few more...just thought I would give others a chance to throw some digital ink out.
Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2004 10:33 am
Excellent skinz74... I especially like the second one... 
Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2004 3:35 pm
Those were nice. Nice read SK74
Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2004 9:58 pm
<<bowing gracefully with curtsey>>
I have a few more tucked away somewhere that I may throw in here if I can find them. Thanx for the encouragement.
I have a few more tucked away somewhere that I may throw in here if I can find them. Thanx for the encouragement.
Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 5:50 pm
'Twas a dangerous cliff
as they freely confessed
though to walk near its edge was so pleasant
but over its edge had slipped a Duke
and it'd fooled many a peasant...
The people said something would have to be done
though their projects did not at all tally
some said, "Put a fence 'round the edge of the cliff"
Others, "...an ambulance down in the valley."
The sound of the crowd was profound and loud
as their hearts overflow'd with pity
but the ambulance carried the cry of the day
as it spread to the neighboring cities
So a collection was made to accumulate aid
and dwellers in highway and alley
gave dollars and cents, not to furnish a fence
but an ambulance down in the valley.
"For the cliff is alright if you're careful, " they said
"...and if folks ever slip and are falling...
it's not so much the slipping and falling that hurts them, so much as the shock down below when they're stopping !"
And so, for years, as these mishaps occured
quick forth would the rescuers sally
to pick up the victims who fell from the cliff
with the ambulance down in the valley.
Said one in his plea, "It's a marvel to me
that you'd give so much greater attention
to repairing results than to curing the cause
Why, you'd much better aim at prevention !
For the mischief, of course, should be stopped at its source
come, friends and neighbors, let us rally !
It makes far better sense to rely on a fence
than an ambulance down in the valley !"
"He's wrong in his head", the majority said
"...and he'd end all our earnest endeavors!
Here's a man that would shirk the responsible work that we've been supporting forever !
Aren't we picking up all just as fast as they fall
and giving them care, liberally ?
Why a superfluous fence is of no consequence
if the ambulance works down in the valley."
Now, this story seems queer, as I've given it here
but things oft occur which are stranger
"More humane", we assert, to repair the hurt
than the plan of removing the danger
The best possible course is to safeguard the source
and tend to the thing rationally
Yes, build up the fence, and let us dispense
with this ambulance down in the valley.
as they freely confessed
though to walk near its edge was so pleasant
but over its edge had slipped a Duke
and it'd fooled many a peasant...
The people said something would have to be done
though their projects did not at all tally
some said, "Put a fence 'round the edge of the cliff"
Others, "...an ambulance down in the valley."
The sound of the crowd was profound and loud
as their hearts overflow'd with pity
but the ambulance carried the cry of the day
as it spread to the neighboring cities
So a collection was made to accumulate aid
and dwellers in highway and alley
gave dollars and cents, not to furnish a fence
but an ambulance down in the valley.
"For the cliff is alright if you're careful, " they said
"...and if folks ever slip and are falling...
it's not so much the slipping and falling that hurts them, so much as the shock down below when they're stopping !"
And so, for years, as these mishaps occured
quick forth would the rescuers sally
to pick up the victims who fell from the cliff
with the ambulance down in the valley.
Said one in his plea, "It's a marvel to me
that you'd give so much greater attention
to repairing results than to curing the cause
Why, you'd much better aim at prevention !
For the mischief, of course, should be stopped at its source
come, friends and neighbors, let us rally !
It makes far better sense to rely on a fence
than an ambulance down in the valley !"
"He's wrong in his head", the majority said
"...and he'd end all our earnest endeavors!
Here's a man that would shirk the responsible work that we've been supporting forever !
Aren't we picking up all just as fast as they fall
and giving them care, liberally ?
Why a superfluous fence is of no consequence
if the ambulance works down in the valley."
Now, this story seems queer, as I've given it here
but things oft occur which are stranger
"More humane", we assert, to repair the hurt
than the plan of removing the danger
The best possible course is to safeguard the source
and tend to the thing rationally
Yes, build up the fence, and let us dispense
with this ambulance down in the valley.
Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 6:03 pm
Wow you guys are awesome. I thought I wrote until I read this stuff. Wow is all I can say guys. Sorry I'm late to the party as usual.
Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 12:53 am
I didn't write that, NikiH.
I typed it.
I typed it.
Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 12:33 pm
Ok TC where did you get that from. I reread it and as I often do, I really got it this time. Sometimes it takes me a little while to get things. I think that it has alot of meaning. It could be intended to imply alot of different things.
Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 1:55 pm
little miss muffet sat on her tuffet eating her cruds and way along came a spider and sat down beside her and said ... "what's in the bowl b*tch" written by andrew dice clay
hope you liked it !!! plenty more where that came from.
hope you liked it !!! plenty more where that came from.
Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 2:05 pm
here's a link to some of his best stuff
http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/enter ... -dice-clay
it's all in fun LOL !!!!!
http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/enter ... -dice-clay
it's all in fun LOL !!!!!
Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 3:54 pm
This one if I remeber correctly is about the feeling you get to write. My friend shanelle is the person i mention in here. I hope you guys enjoy this one.
you are sensation
an urging
some form of excrement because when u come i gotta get u out
she said you's a spirit and it must be true because when you come about
these eyes turn tinted blue
tinted from who but those who listen
blueprinted through divinity, lifes courses break away like a preakness horse
i see and i saw regulary but without a partner
so who could it be but u, that spirit from whom she spoke
pushin my sounds down
when ur around no one else seems to be
me and u, correctly you and i
i spy u coming for me
if you notice u weren't next to I in my previous line
just I and this saw
and something i can't see
but just as real becuase here it is
his business
my tinted sunglasses blue
you are sensation
an urging
some form of excrement because when u come i gotta get u out
she said you's a spirit and it must be true because when you come about
these eyes turn tinted blue
tinted from who but those who listen
blueprinted through divinity, lifes courses break away like a preakness horse
i see and i saw regulary but without a partner
so who could it be but u, that spirit from whom she spoke
pushin my sounds down
when ur around no one else seems to be
me and u, correctly you and i
i spy u coming for me
if you notice u weren't next to I in my previous line
just I and this saw
and something i can't see
but just as real becuase here it is
his business
my tinted sunglasses blue
Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 3:55 pm
This one is self explanatory.
i just sit here adn i think
and i feel what i blink
what dissapears when i type until i pause right here
and remind myself how i feel and where its coming from
and who makes it why they've come about
eyes open and no stopping, eyes closed and its no stopping
eyes blinking the doors shuts and i can't believe anymore no shouts
no screams just lines seamed by a seamster of words he knows
sewing lifes patches and those who rip holes
i just sit here adn i think
and i feel what i blink
what dissapears when i type until i pause right here
and remind myself how i feel and where its coming from
and who makes it why they've come about
eyes open and no stopping, eyes closed and its no stopping
eyes blinking the doors shuts and i can't believe anymore no shouts
no screams just lines seamed by a seamster of words he knows
sewing lifes patches and those who rip holes