the thing about this thing
called madness is social at
times, hysteria...
by Mox
when the inmates broke
out of the asylum and
found Cthulhu, IA!
by Mox
sunhine and fresh air
doctor ordered happiness
great day for the zoo!!
by monkey business
a stalwart series
of morons with weakend knees
will ya find truth, please?
by Lush
i am what i am
just as you are what you are
but i'm way more smug
by ash
i can't quite get there
the place where you are at now
is not where i am
by Richard Robertson
yell at the glued mouse
look alive get a move on
but ya know it's dead
by crapola in the hole-a
doors flusterment shape
echoes hell in the bathroom
leaving no escape
by blaaaahh down down
i hate english class
by matt kowalski of bethlehem, pa
hmm, what if I threw this
computer out the window, burned all my writings and became a stockbroker?
by Mox
elric's sword drank the
souls of those it slew as drunks
drinking wine as blood
by Mox
devoid of pigment
savors the fermented grape
albino wino
by Lush
fightin killin wine
gonna put u to a grave
nothing left to saaave
by Stealin LOL Southernwind eh
give me three steps if
you see that guy there lookin'
for a u know who
by Mox of in walks a man with a something in his hand
U two step to it
don't let it fool ya 'bout what's
inside..then curtsey
by Yee Haw babay
who sang the song with
there might be a little dust
on the bottle? well...
by Mox of someone named David Lee Murphy?
surprised to see the
sun for I'd not opened these
windows, is all fresh???
by Mox of to everything I suppose there is a time and season
the more dust on the
bottle and a fine vintage
better red....mmmm....wine
by Mox
it's not hand on back
without transference of heat
his full open palm
by low waiste arch
The warm sun shines down
Awakening Butterflies
Misty warm green grass
*
Tall trees full of spring
Laying on my back staring
Beauty spreads herself
*
Listening to Ipod
Slow Latin plays in my head
Leisurely I dance
*
Where are you today?
Caught up in the mundane
Attending to life
*
Oh bright shining eyes
Freedom is a dance away
Come, let
by Dancing Fool
country girls like fire
remember steam off clear lakes
and spend days fishin'
by dust on the bottle
tempeste hand smooth
bite full of sound and fury
triumph with honor
by pray herod and avoid
it's to learn quiet
boundaries and it sometimes
takes many mistakes
by Mox
all is for the best
the wish to a feather of
a wish to a thought
by molly-coddle
that was from the right
the left is damaged beyond
it's called castleing
by undone
left or right from this
fear in itself of itself
cross worded broadside
by dirtydeeds
mystified sober
in matters of due respect
cries out of earshot
by velocity roll
I think that some give
some pause because the heat burns
both me and you, a
spiritual x
marks the spot to dig to the
treasure...spock....shov....el
by Sh-sh-sh-shatner (Mox)
which I suppose then
as I've been saying heaven
too is self--accept...
by Mox
this self created
hell is a black hole from which
escape is self willed...
by Mox
those in romance speak
as in French and Italian
know well their drama...
Inferno, Purgatorio....
Candide?
by Mox of just a few classics names thrown out woo
la belle dame merci
she herself would swallow hell
divine in it's play
by life alert
I have fallen and
finally this time I will
not get up again
by Mox
in pride i too should
remain in sin, hiding from
life itself, pulse, flat
by Mox
faces love learn to trust
furnished with water and dust
accepts all or none
by matters of the heart
when all is said and
done it was all within, not
outside, buddha found
by Moxie a soda with an acquired taste
if i want to live
having spoken of my fears
will someone lash out
adhd soul vis lashed
people compelled to remind
us of our mistakes
by Mos Eisley
to be honest I
feel like burning out at last
will death bring me peace
by Mos Eisley
angels feed on fools fears
and devour my soul with
premonition, dead heat
by Mos Eisley
to sell out to want
the acceptance of those who
hold iron pyrite
by Mos Eisley of and to be a fool
heed to facula
never quip on lotus land
like an angel feeds
by sitting on the roof
the changes are based
on seeing things as they are
to break rules of art...
I was told by a
professional to rules first
academia forgets...
how to play and in
frustration internalized
we forget ourselves
by Mos Eisley
time to face the strange
but David Bowie doesn't
change very much...aiiie...
by Mos Eisley
bone of contention
changes terrify one
arpeggiating
by brook
wish I had never
gotten wrapped up on line and
wasted 10 more years
by Mos Eisley
then again at the sign
of the devil's crossroad pleased
to walk on, no hope
by Anonymous Poet
when in doubt please the
conformity, when he is
praised, then hangs himself
by Mos Eisley
well on a sign on
the road Adventists said this
is a year of change
by Mos Eisley
the grass grows taller
symbollically underground
empiricism
by worms
hep hep and hooray!
after 10 long years of shit
finally a breakthrough!
by Janis