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IndiAlien
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Posted : Apr 1, 2005 20:19
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Ondianz  very nice words & beautiful story!!!
Keep them coming 
 - Love’s Dream
This dream that I hold is mine but not
‘Tis the same of every’ but most forgot
Of a love so pure- like birth of crystal snows
Floating down on a star, to land on your nose
Every spec of your skin will it layer caress
home found in your core, living tender finesse
This dream I have once cast blindly to sea
I pray to come true through your eyes into me
Love & Light
q(@ _ @)p
  there is a light that
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ondianz
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Posted : Apr 2, 2005 21:54
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IndiAlien thankz for your kind words!! here is another one written earlier...
screams are echoing in my ears
the agony is all that i can hear
my heart aches with internal pain
it's like shooting salt into my veins
why must we make war upon others?
the way to end problems is to kill another?
it is not the vision of our people
but nightmares brought by assholes
this anxiety, loneliness, it's consuming me
in freight, in flight, running from this city
the rust, the gunk, and all this shit
nowhere to run but this big dark pit
i close my eyes but i still see
the haunting images surrounding me
panting, breathing, fighting for my life
praying, hoping, longing to be untied
i'm scared then i cried to god
a sign, an answer anything but
this anguish and torture in my mind
is it day or night, i've lost my time
i've thought of a perfect plan
to escape from this sinful land
but first we must rise to power
to finally give justice and order
are we to die and rot?
or we can unite and make it stop
this is but a preview
of what is going to be continued
my rage against political issues...
What you are now is what you have been, what you will be is what you do now.
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_Vanessa_
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Posted : Apr 7, 2005 20:31
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Bipolar girl
The little girl with radiante smile
walks up the hill towards the brigde
It is a long way up the rocked sland where the sun reflex all the little cristals in it
The wind make the birds perform beautifully
The waves of the see hit the stones and makes a huge natural safary
The girl continues walking up the hill twards the bridge
The way is so long that the sun begin to set
The waves of the ocean comes down
And the sky change from dark blue to babe blue
Nearly grey.
The sun in the middle of the ocean give the water a mirror
It loses it's rays power so the girl can actually look at it.
Tired of the long jorney she seats down
As she sat
She took a deep breath
Paranoia come in her mind
She felt she had been noticed since long time ago
And she feels sort of magnetism coming from the eyes of the observer
The little girl don't like to feel things no one can explain or believe
She looks behind
She sees that there is no one there
But in the mind,
the little girl continues being oberved
feeling the eyes she can also hear the thoughts
so she starts to talk to him
the little girl talks by telephaty
who believes?
not even her...
she still talk
because his observer still call her toughts
the little girl want to go way
she want to observe the sunset
she wants peace
the big boy must understand
that the little girl
cannot talk to him anymore
Not via telepathy!
telepathy is a disorder not necessary to walk up the hill through the rocks towards the brigde
But the big boy don't need to worry
the little girl won't forget him.
When she is at the top of the hill
The first person she will call
is the big boy, and that time the little girl won't need to share secret thoughts
the little girl
and the big boy
will actually realise
it is time...
no barrier will force them not to use their mouth to tell one another
the most beautiful words of loving and caring
the little girl
going up the hill
her heart is bumping faster
she is getting there...
As she feels the big boy feelings
she protects herself from comunicating with him telephatically
The little girl wants to hear his voice coming from the articulation of his tongue
she understood that nothing is better then behaving normal again
the little girl and her bipolar disorder
or is it real telepathy?
Whatever it is
the big boy needs to understand
she loves him from the heart, mind and soul
the little girl loves the big boy
what else matter?
The big boy must teach the girl to grow
if he wants to accpet her love
The little girl don't know anything
The big boy must teach her
hahaha.
hope u like it
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CRX(HSS Records)
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Posted : Apr 8, 2005 13:12
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There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas
The trouble with the maples
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade
There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream 'Oppression!'
And the oaks just shake their heads
So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
'The oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light'
Now there's no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe and saw
"the trees" by RUSH
respect,
CRX,athens
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exotic
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Posted : Apr 8, 2005 15:16
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dawn to dusk ,
dusk to dawn,
progressive ,dark , full -on
i'm on ....
p.s just wanted to add to this thread,,
i know this sucks but anyway 
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_Vanessa_
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Posted : Apr 10, 2005 23:53
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take
take it
take all you want
take the light
take the clothes
the shoes
the soul
The heart
the pussy
the ass
the weed
take my happiness
my friends
my family
it is all yours
take what ever you want
whenever you like
take anything
but please,... take it...
Go
go wherever you want
go inside
get out
out of me
out of the world
take it out and desappear
Desappear
Ignore me
Call me names or whatever
do what you like
do what you want
do whatever you want
but please
when you go
and of me nothing will be left
remember to leave somthing to me
remember that track you used to play?
and I used to become all mush-mellow?
and you used to love my waist with your eyes?...
and play the track better and better?
leave that memory to me, please!?!?!
Thank you.
Aaaaaaahaha ...
The crazy.
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chris-t
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Posted : Apr 12, 2005 14:03
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@ Vanessa: how is it possible to talk so much confused garbage like you do? Take less drugs, girl because nothing makes sense in your lines. |
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darkiller
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Posted : Apr 12, 2005 15:45
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On 2005-04-12 14:03, chris-t wrote:
@ Vanessa: how is it possible to talk so much confused garbage like you do? Take less drugs, girl because nothing makes sense in your lines.
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chris-t
it seems that you know nothing about poetry
hehehe
@ venessa- its understandable but not that good, you still have a lot to work on, try to use more literature motives and lift higher your languege
poetry is not something you just throw out and say it, try to be more symbolic, you're too marginal and understandable, work on it
oh... and take it easy hmmm
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_Vanessa_
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Posted : Apr 12, 2005 18:20
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cheers guys, hey Chris-t, you Brasilian? me too, I live in SP, do you want to teach me literature? Vonluteer yourself if possible and give me some lessons. I love to learn... I confess I have no patience for literature, but you seem so interested in how I write, you may also learn from it... Peace! pm me if u feel like...
Darkiller I understand your critic, a pitty I don't have the time yet to be interested in working on it. Herhapes one day. While that doens't happen I would like to thank all of you for reading my poems. I don't expend more than five minutes making a poem and it is rare when i read it again, so I am sorry if you take it more serious than I do. Maybe in ten years time I will be writing more proper things, but now let me live the freedom that my ignorance about literature give to me haha
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Acidhive
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Posted : Apr 12, 2005 18:58
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It isn't really poetry but I find this text to be really imaginative and good. It's the songtext for Esoteric's song: Morphia.
Morphia
This air of silence,
Breathes through the sullen mist.
Transparent winds,
Ease these age-old wounds.
As stale thoughts disappear,
Through Morpheus pathways.
I am in wake but dreaming.
This warmth annuls,
As time drew slowly upon this wretch of life.
Weary sighs of condolence never did urge with zest,
The fire within hands made to rest.
Swallow me within sin,
This blood flows free through my veins.
Procure my will through lascivious rite.
Delving subliminal realms,
As lust invites me to stay,
Engulfed within flesh.
Casting gaze at the puppets,
Acting out their play.
Their slightly wooden frames,
Stretched and splintered by their masters.
Crawling beneath their minds' eye.
Those whom follow, reflect,
And do not become.
Not to be...Not to be...
Their words waste my time here,
With their fragrantless tones.
A veil to distract those whom wouldst live.
To create,
Not to serve.
I walk amongst the shadows of the dead,
Thoughts bleeding into the ether.
Into endless night.
"Subconscious unravels at the point of death, and all time it has known erupts into a moment. As death extinguishes us, so we become it."
[Esoteric: Subconscious Dissolution Into The Continuum] |
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ganjagil
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Posted : Apr 12, 2005 21:13
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Sao Paolo
Long flight so tired out
Arrive this place trippin out
Crazy drivers such a big city
air is hot, humid makes me pity
people on the street
dieing with the heat
Excited...yes very very excited
This place is crazy
and people are lazy
Heavy wiffs of humid air
Beautiful women everywere
Rushing police car passing by
Black man shouting to get he try
Big big city no nature at all
People are happy with nothing at all
Ganja yes found and smoked the weed
In reality i´s all i need
Lots of good meat
all is cheap
What a great time am having in this crazy place! Bolenath brasil been here 2 days can feel i will be here for a long time!
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Ganja
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_Vanessa_
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Posted : Apr 12, 2005 23:30
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Aaaaaaaaahaha Ganjagil, for who was waiting to see nature, hahaha. I told you Brasil is full of suprise, and I had more nature living in London than in SP, apart from the cost and countryside ofcorse...
BoOm! |
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_Vanessa_
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Posted : Apr 12, 2005 23:38
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this is my favourite poem Ganjagil, you could reflect exacly what it is in only two day.
Congrats!
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_Vanessa_
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Posted : Apr 13, 2005 00:22
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The light of a thunder!
It swichs on as strong as the noise to the tunder
Like night clubs lightning
With the noises behing the clouds echoing as an avalanch trying to break the ceiling
Sometimes it can frighten
A tree can fall
A person can have serious problem from the eletricity of the lightning, even die in some cases
It is calling the tempastade
And it only happens when it is veeeeeeery hot
It is so beautiful fragmentation of lights and sound
It will be on and on until the clouds break into water and begin to refresh the atmosphere
Dogs Bark, they always think it is fire gun
I am here sitting looking at the window
Waiting for the RaIn )) to come.
Chris-t, if you read it again is because you like it. |
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Neville Bone
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Posted : Apr 14, 2005 17:40
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Hey Guys,
I wish I had your talents to write poetry but I don't unfortunatley!
Can someone please continue this poem or else use the same meaning?
Vanessa can you do that?
Gil,
My lovelely,dear friend you seem to be enjoying Brazil already!i love your poem & miss you a lot....hehhheee.
Trance today!
Is it commercial?
Is it full on?
Is it pyschedelic?
Is it cheesy?
Take it easy,
Come on you call this fullon?,
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