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Not the price i want to pay to live
The buddha's cult kills the people on patrol
The silent snake sneaks into my mind
A dream drags through my soul
Night devine...daylight canine
Count the nights
Never noticed you behind that shadow
Ignore the broken bread sip the wine of gods
Send me into oblivion ominous one
Call me back and i shall be hesitant
Take a pill here and there
Bloodshot eyes help my sight make me aware
Euphoric scenes blend my dreams
MY beautiful love LSD
One day i will marry you
Then we will be free
The ocean of time
Bends my mind
Gracious guidance
Luring relaxitives rearrange my realm of reality
Spoken visions cloaked behind smiling eyes
Hides the shadow of the light
Solid colors soaked in desire
Enflame my soul start a revolutionary fire
Reach out for stars still suffering...
in the cycle of illusions
Poisoned perception
Heightened sensation
Sedated senses travel slowly
I am a meditated medicated man
Moving shapes...and acid landscapes
Corporate coward couldnt control consciousness
Under visions of wonder and sharpness
Decieving drugs can only derail those easily persuaded
Those that allow their body to be easily invaded
Embrace the power that opens your mind
Open up and allow the drug to find
The connection between drugs and mankind
Pull...,pull...burn embace the smoke
Feel the high
Touch the inner beauty of the sky
Nature nutures me
Succumb...
To the narcotic numb...
Lost in my own illusions
The city of my own darkened confusion
Hug a mushroom...marvel at the psychedelic fusion
MDMA the power of loves evolution
Countless captured in conscious commas
i lay awake in sober wonder
i am a traveler with no destination
A native with no Nation
Peyote's son,acids creation
Loved by mushrooms raised by ecstacy
Learned the rules of life flashback into many past lives
All these drugs became my wives
Sudden shakes of side effects suck!
But its all worth it...I dont give a FUCK!

I am what I believe even if you don’t see it in me
Far beyond what you know resembles me
Forbidden from the light by simplicity
Your breath is now cold whenever you speak to me
Your touch gets my body moving in spirals
Your voice erases my thoughts
Speak to me
I want to know without forgetting
Swim with me in blunder
Break me away from you solid heart
You make me lie
You make hate
But I love you
Nothing but irony in my mind
I look and find you beside me
It is a morbid infiltration of my soul
Morbid infiltration of my metal diet
I can’t breathe without you
I can’t live without you
Love me or let me die

Original Writing - copy without giving me credit and die

An ambiance of fidelity
Etched in stone and civilly served
The naked eye is sensitive to the light
A light that can echo and make you feel life
A virgin, wrenchingly pure of treachery
An ambiance of fidelity
It is not your choice
It is not his or her choice
It is the choice of the decider
And he resides in the light of darkness
Prominent arrays of solitude confine minds to hate
My virgin will never taste soulful rage
An ambiance of fidelity is the solidarity

Original Writing - copy without giving me credit and die

Nitro that poem/writing rocked. I think I saw it posted on Poetry.com or something...am I right?

beat myself to death with my own thoughts
too much pressure, feeling lost
slit wrists with opinions,
drown my sorrows with a whole fucking vineyard
others lives seem happy and perfect
im just waiting to break my neck
try to think of one perfect moment
but I can't remember shit, it seems like an omen
look above for comfort and so forth
even though I dont believe in a god of any sort
but somwhere, something has to carry my hope
for a better life, while I end this with a rope

I FUCKING HATE THIS BBS. I wrote a long poem and THE FUCKING SERVER ADMIN HAS BEEN NOTIFIED. FUCK. SHIT. ASS.

it got posted anyway it seems. ah well, fuck you :)

WHEN WILL U LEARN IF THIS PROBLEMS NOT FIXED YOUR GONNA BURN

ITS TOO LATE FOR THE DEEDS 2 BE 4GOTTEN BUT ITS NOT 2 LATE 4 U 2 BE STOPIN

BEFORE U THROW THE BLOW THINK ABOUT WICH WAY THE REALATION SHIP WILL GO

YOUR RIGHT YOU DONT ALLWAYS ATTACK ME USUALLY U PULL AN IRAQEE: WRITN CHECKS YOUR ASS CANT CASH....

- MY MOM PEED ME OFF...

Political anarchy
America is lost in the formation of mental abduction
Governmental intuition is the cause of our suffocation
Extracting the air we breathe right from our very lungs
Rendering the world speechless
Lost souls are the soldiers of worldly battles
Losing their souls to standard tactics
A practice forced by malice sanctions
My longing for political turbulence
Leaves my fellow man disturbed
Frantic panics of paranoia
I wish could turn into random acts of kindness
I feel society likes to be blinded and left mindless
Or maybe there’re just frightened of all the lying

Express & Represent

First Poem in a while,

There’s an empty Dasani bottle and a crinkled dollar bill next to me on my desk. My laptop’s in front of me.
There’s a pile of CD’s and Books with no order on my right including my often referenced Ben-Yehuda and the latest noise from Claypool’s latest crew.
I haven’t written a poem in a long time. I have no expectations.
I just finished playing a little Super Puzzle Fighter 2 Turbo.
It’s an arcade game and I got it to run on my macintosh laptop using an emulator.
I was Ryu and I harnessed the power of Tetris-like blocks that I patterned on the screen to defeat my opponents. The game yelled out at me in high-pitched Japanese until I put it on mute.
The nose of a coyote folds down from the shelf above me. I bought its face
at a pow-wow.
Buttons on my backpack tell me “End Child Hunger” “Abolish Slavery” and “Evil Dead.” They want to get in my head like an infection and make me feed the children and make me go to the Sudan and make me eat the brains of the masses while moaning uncontrollably and lurching side to side like an ancient freight on its way from A to B carrying slaves to the Land of the Free.
The Colonel sells chicken. Go buy a bucket.

I can hear your voice through the photograph
So distant yet I hear you whispering in my ear
Impatient to see you
My eyes are blinded by anticipation
I am lost without you yet confused with you
How can my path be so clear then?
Holding your heart in my cupped hands makes me anxious
I am afraid to lose your love through the trickling blood
Who am I without you?
Nothing strong enough to last
Nothing simple enough to make sense
I know us to be soul mates drifting in shifting parallel time
Continuous love vested in faith in our fate
I’m not brave but you are
You’re not responsible but I am
That is why together we find our perfect place.

i have written some poems before...

i dont remember any of them but i wrote some good ones ;)

i think this needs to be moved to the Club/Crew forum...

At 5/15/03 05:09 PM, -NATHAN- wrote: i have written some poems before...

i dont remember any of them but i wrote some good ones ;)

i think this needs to be moved to the Club/Crew forum...

This isn't a club anyone can post here

I've started playing the bass recently and me and my friends are starting to compose music. I made this. Love it, or I smash you.

When I look into the future I'm scared to see. All the challenges society places on me.
Will I make the wrong decision or will it be right?
Will I show myself some mercy and live through the night?
Will I ever be the man I wanted to be?
Never understood why this had to happen to me.
All I ever asked was to lead a normal. Life,
Is there something wrong with me? Can't get anything right.
Maybe in time I can grow to accept myself.
But untill that time my ego I'll have to shelf.

Amazing grace come sit on my face.
Don't make me cry, I need your pie.

At 5/17/03 01:48 AM, Bloodthorne wrote: Amazing grace come sit on my face.
Don't make me cry, I need your pie.

what the hell is that??

A raging symphony circulating through his mind
Patriotic rebellion has captured his time
His lost glance guides me to understand
Sometimes a man can’t identify with the choices of man
I cherished the time we tried to pretend
But reality prevailed in the end
My friend I have never seen your face, or heard your voice
But when I read your words I listen as I look into your eyes
Respect the brutality of the tides cause at times it isn’t your choice to decide
I send you love
I wish you peacefulness
And I wish you prospering longevity in life

I call this one PWNAGE:

A little kid was raped by a gangster,
and he used to take vengance against his little pet hamster,
one early morning he realized that was the wrog way,
he took his dad's shotgun and walked away,
a school shooting happened that day,
the principal's brains where blown away,
3 dead kids found dead inside of some lockers,
and more than ten hurt cocksuckers,
the boy was sentenced to stay in jail forever,
where he would get raped 2/47,
but people didn't know that's what he wanted from the beggining,
a dick on his mouth and chronical anus bleeding.

I call this one gr0ss m0053 l337 l0l stfu d00d:

k0wz p00p, s3x3d m0053,
grinded meat, eggs and l337uce,
grilled ch3353, choped cunt.
Will you eat that? I bet you wont.

c0><h331

I went to see c0xhill,
it is a real band,
they get really stoned,
and play as hard as they can,
when the concert has ended,
they are fucking wasted,
so they can't distinguish,
a a rooster form a cock,
that is the moment that I came up,
I dressed like a groupie and they got turned on,
I got ass fucked, I was the bomb,
because they thought my ass was cunt,
today my prostate hurts, and dslfkdsjflkdsjf.

LOLOL I <3 POETRY.

this is a dumbass lymeric i just came up with

i woke up today and felt shitty
my matress felt kinda gritty
I sprang from my cot
slipped on a sock
and cracked my head on the ceiling

Ok, now for something serious. this is called

Phils Funeral

my condolances they said.
please sit down they said.

relatives crammed themselves at the front of the church
the casket came in.. and the man i knew inside it.
lips that once could sing, and jest
no one was in the mood for jokes.
the preist came forward, and the people hoped for him to bring meaning to all this chaos

he began to talk... but not about Phil!
About jesus!
died for our sins 2000 years ago!?

PHIL DIED LAST WEEK!!!
ITS NOT JESUS' FRIGGIN FUNERAL!!!
my anger was restrained by the straight jacket of order
and turned to sadness.....
will he be going to a better place?
did he ever find happiness?
no.
will I ever find happiness?
.........

no.

Secret KKK inductions
Lifes all taught through instruction
Eachday souls are auctioned
Told what to do
Who to be
Countless outrageous fees
oppressions hands puts them
on their knees
Cellblock lives,law enforcing knives
Discriminating law lies
Weightless corpes walk through wall street
To them we are disciples washing their feet
Breakthrough the wall
Invision the goverment fall
Become a catapulted revolutionary
An enlightened mercenary
Full on assualt on politics
The hated liars
Once called siars
Priest or friars
All the same all to blame
Unconcience ignorant shame
Distorted facts in the minds of the ghettoe
Heroin tracks in the viens of the ghettoe
Tormented mind from spoonfed lies
Worshipping fables
Mesmerized imbecils cling to your demon
Open your eyes
See past the silver prize
theres more out there than white gold
See how the story truly unfolds
We are just hookers
Eachday bought and sold

A manipulative society
Constructing bars around me
Stifling my creative thinking
My independent thoughts struggle to survive
I crave intellectual diversity
I want every man to breath free
In absolute freedom
The plan of free thought has been aborted
It’s like a massive current of censorship
Engulfing the voice of free will
The testament of mankind will be
Let me die or live free
No more blasphemous bewilderment
Yeah, you’re right…I am probably dreaming’

At 5/21/03 01:22 PM, nitroxide wrote: Secret KKK inductions
Lifes all taught through instruction
Eachday souls are auctioned
Told what to do
Who to be

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very inspiring at the least. keep them coming Nitro..I am your biggest fan.

BEST. POEM. EVER. #001

You can wash your shirt in the laundry.
You can wash your pants in the laundry.
You can wash your socks in the laundry.
But you can't wash your cock in the laundry.
Or you will get arrested in the laundry.

BEST. POEM. EVER. #002

poor liltte mikye,
teh cokrohces aet his hadns,
every tiem he tryied to rith a poem,
it lookde liek tihs oen.

BEST. POEM. EVER. #002

HE'S YOUR KING,
HE'S YOUR HERO,
HE'S THE GREAT ROCKAEROZERO,
OH ROCKAEROZERO YOU HAVE MY FAITH,
YOU ARE MY FRIEND YOU ARE MY MATE,
MY ANUS IS YOURS YOU'RE FREE TOO FELLATE,
BUT DO IT RIGHT NOW BEFORE IS TO LATE,
BECAUSE I HAVE TO GO TO MY ROOM AND MASTURBATE.

(at tubgilr yuo faogt)