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F U C K E D U P C O L L E G E K I D S
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it has spirit. it has fire. it might even smell funny.
but you love it. that is why you read it. poems. from
all over the place. there are demons. there are heroes.
sorry, no ice cream. but you can still take your licks
from these fabulous poets. we are all poets. some sing
and some snore. but we all write because we can, we
want to, we need to and, well, because if we were not
writing these great poems, which are all neat and tidy
in presentation below, we are probably just regular
people busting our asses at the fast food joint. enjoy
this superb installment of literary goolash. peace.
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A forgotten field of grass and hay
Holds a crumbling wall of earth's decay
Whose upturned stones are faithfully shielding
A small tin box of possessions yielding
One last chance at a hope that's burning
In a forgotten traveller's life long journey.
A freedom denied him in his youth
In hopeless pursuit of the truth
Barred from success by life's relent
And wearied dreams inside him pent
By fear of failing expectation
Under constant attack and evaluation.
Yet within the torn forgotten letter
A light will shine which teaches better
Than to accept the horrors thrust upon
And pursue a life before its gone
And from doubt's strong prison free the dream
Letting imagination from within one stream.
.illusionary. 29 Apr 1998
Trip Like I Do
Trip like I do.
Visuals beynd comprehension.
Experience is a new thrill.
Alchohol is water
Drus are a waste of time.
Red wine mixing red blood.
Pure soul pouring out
living death screaming inward
stop
slow start, recover from old
begin again, quick return
fucking scream through me!
I used to be somebody
I am everyone. The world is me.
Beyond, flowing aroud all
done
Trip like I do.
mea_culpa 12-20-97
Closets
Mingeled, mangeled memories
rumble in my mind
Jingle Jangeled pieces of a time
forgetten ,
lost between now and .......
never
Dark demons bear your name
your taste still lingers on my lips
and i feel you in between my hips
I push them out
in
and
out
they go
Finally they've disappeared
as darkness turns to dawn
and within the night
again they roam
and i moan ....... louder
they run back in and hide
within the closets of my mind
LIFELINE FRAGMENTS
i'm fortunate. i've been
close to death. another
turn, another choice.
no god. one too
many paths. leaving
hope in a dead voice.
faith in eyes. listening
to the forces. this
passion, that disgrace.
no luck. drowning the
word-talent. sticking
melodrama on my face.
i'm rewound. nothing
to play me. technology
for help, technology for hate.
no tears. everyone
wants a number. it's all
merely society's bait.
childhood in hands. pretending
to see friends. her
half-smile, his low talk.
no crossroads. humming tunes
in my feet. it's only
fear that warms our walk.
i'm uncertain. i'm thinking
there's an answer. systematic
dream, fool-proof goal.
no enemies. prosperity
resides in your motion. find
one more piece to become whole.
Indiana Poet March 2, 1998
Say it aint so,
apologies unwanted defiantly deferrable,
unfaithful you are acting bizarre,
guilty and liable for punishment,
unbelievably mournful upon my judgment,
let it go and see how easy it will be,
let me go and set me free I see,
unfair and uncaring eyes of broken pride,
undercover love is not that kind.
Say it aint so,
I love you so you know,
stop the hurt forever cursed,
I try to expunge your thought but plunge,
into a place lonely in space,
I try to express my feelings as less,
often to relinquish your dignity with peace again,
but my love is confused, tangled, and abused,
my love is accused, scandaled, and refused.
sadia
Night Worthless?
Worthless night, no workout or heart
just wasting time as thoughts go by.
Leaving nothing for the better,
marking not a thing for me.
You are dancing with a twinkle in your eye.
Your bodies move closer,
you wonder if thats how I could be.
Another heatless night gone away.
What draws my thoughts
to warmer places with other faces?
Somehow, something is calling me,
or is it my own wishes?
Suffocating, alluring, nothing present.
Is there anyone who could accept me,
and I could love just the same?
Another thought filled night.
Worthless night, of only day dreams,
nothing really seems real.
Come calm my heart, if you are right,
and maybe this will not just be another worthless night.
Kamira Febuary 6, 1998
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F O U N D E D: October 30, 1997