Fornits
General Interest => Open Free for All => Topic started by: anon on November 24, 2003, 03:01:00 PM
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Kilnfried
once upon a time I was a child I tried so hard to please them I save the trees and kill the people wouldn?t it be great to die here now nothing they can say but get off me the burning bush lost its heat long ago I lie back relax watch my life overflow tear threw dead nutrients with a fine tooth comb runaway in the shadows that now are my home And the man in the can he is calling to me And the others our mothers their lying to me the parasites dropping I?m dying to be what I want but I can?t but I?m trying to see how she died now I?m all alone no place to call home the quizzes about who I am I was when I could be so maybe I should be so help me I?ll pay when I can tears are freeflowing my dark sides are showing bulletins riped down from trees men and graffitti spraypaint that can speak to me nobody wants to be hear were I am now I scream and I holler I wear a dog collar I wear what I want and I don?t have a father Holidays slip by and I never notice and all this time I?ve been gone Mature subject matter the pig the Madd Hatter noodle soup dinners and lunatic neighbors the mud that I wade threw to make my way out I see some horses the sunshine it blisters and me I am nothing but look you don?t know me so don?t try to hold me I aching to scratch my way back so many dreams ride past me as all these days mash into one driving and driving in endless circles not caring or sharing as long as its further away my buddy?s skate station he is my salvation I need it I already have it a back stabbing brother in a big blue van and evil is melting me here were I am
IN A CELL ALL ALONE AND WAITING TO .....die
Cera Ouish
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vaseline running like water
razor cuts in the capillaries
AND I LAUGH
three days to soon she came
I didn?t want either one of you
black glue in the butchered hair
soak it up as I tell myself i?m normal
AND I SOAK
finger cuts deep and pulls out a line
AND I INHALE
and if I had a name
i?d give you my number
I?M SO SORRY
one more step and he?ll shoot
I STEP.
I FALL.
looks like Prozac days
I am the person bent the bowl
only trying to help myself
looks like good old Ritalin ways
ITCHING ITCHING ITCHING
FOR A CURE
so i scratch it.
Cera Ouish
[ This Message was edited by: Anon on 2003-12-02 11:12 ]
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I am just a little creep with no real big ambition
I have myself a little gun I have my ammunition
I follow in the footsteps of those whom I have lost
I loved you now I hate you like fire gone to frost
I have no self esteem. I had it then I lost it.
I drew a line of sanity and then my friend I crossed it.
So now you do not know me
Not like you ever did
I pretty much was taken
and now I can not give.
Why are you doing this to me?
Why can't you fukkin see?
Why does it give you such a High?
What happen to the You and I?
We were never nothing
You've got to know
we were always something!
Baby Blue
the wastbasket waits to recieve your emotions. Love anger hate sorrow, all your insane notions.
I'm wetted down with ink and have no words with which to blott it.
Stay away from me, before I turn on you.
My hatred has run free, my heart truned baby blue.
SPARKLE WATER
I rage this war against myself
and I'm not the only casualty.
No ones leaving this play alive
This play of mass tranquility.
Curtain call and I walk
Curtain drops, I stumble & fall.
Tripped by my material needs
Look out to the gawking creeds
Silent whisper becomes a roar
I pick myself up off the floor
AND I WAS FORCED TO BOW DOWN TO THE CROWD LAUGHING AT ME.
I rage this war aginst myself
And I'm not the only casualty
Take ten paces back and fire
See who falls first to their knees
Cera Ouish
[ This Message was edited by: anon on 2004-01-07 15:07 ]
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The sun went down but I can't find the moon
My hands are broken
and swollen and wet
From the fight in the street last night
the room is so dark
but I can still see
I'm ahead of you but your in front of me
My eyes are bloodshot
and swollen and wet
From the fight in the street last night
I can't figure out how I got here
And even worse, how to get out
I'm happy right here where I am
But mad cause I can't break out
And the fight in the street
I was watching out my window
Cera Ouish
UP
Swallow what your thinking
sink into our world.
They fill with hard compassion
They know that you've been hurt.
So feel yourself falling
into what we say.
Leap into the pit of trends
You'll be safe that way.
Darkness drowning all that lives
Never is enough
Babies sneaking from their cribs
There's no such thing as love.
Friends stab you in the back
Watch the black blood pour.
Anyway to stay on track
Always back for more.
Flannel angels blue and gray
Legs of wood and trees of skin
Hate is growing every day
Bloated clouds of sin.
Anything to make it stop
Depression is a whore.
Anything to stay on track
beg them give me more.
Never felt what we all should
Don't know if I ever could.
Cera Ouish
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True Sounds Of Liberty (http://http://www.truesoundsofliberty.com/)
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Thanks for the links Fro -
What's True
Ripped erasers
problems
scrupels
thin skin
skinny box harmony
why wait
mistakes get made
nothing yet
wiped off
sunday manners
sideways looks
backyard bastards
possibilities
three assholes and a bassist
Cera Ouish
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Joy
If life is water, I was dry as the Tucson dirt
If it's a gamble, I'd already lost my shirt
If it's a journey, I was dazed without a clue
I flipped a "U" back to the first love I ever knew
If life's a battle, the invasion is complete
If it's a rhythm, I have found the perfect beat
If it's a renaissance, I've got a new birthday
The world don't give it
And the world can't take it away
Bowed and broken, everything's new
All that I need, you're like water to seed
And how your love, rights everything wrong
In my weakness
You're ever stronger, you're pulling me back
Where I belong
You give me joy that's unspeakable
And I like it
Your love for me is irresistible
I can't fight it
You carried the cross and took my shame
I believe it
You shine your light of amazing grace
I receive it
I receive it
Steve Taylor & Peter Furler
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Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you.
--- Anon
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On 2004-01-03 08:37:00, exsafecounselor wrote:
"Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you.
--- Anon
"
Indeed they are after us.
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What is Truth?
Pilate
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Mom & Dad,
I'm fine. How are you? I have joined a
small circus (that much is true). I'm a
little malnourished, but try to relax.
Could you find a better photo for the milk
carton backs?
Send money.
Runaway
where's your head?
dreamers' dreams
are grounded
Mom & Dad,
I'm fair. How's life? Lent the money you
sent me to the clown with the knife. My
career as an acrobat hasn't begun, but
I'm busy giving blood and shoveling
elephant dung.
Send money.
Runaway
Why so tense?
dreamers' dreams
will make sense
- Chorus -
Runaway
blowing smoke
your folks are worried
(and going broke)
after the fall
is an all-new episode
reality
is the high road
- Chorus -
in reality
that comes from above
God is calling
there's no bigger love
It's his reality that welcomes us back
Trust and obey
there is no other way
Lyrics: Steve Taylor, Peter Furler
http://www.newsboys.com/home.php (http://www.newsboys.com/home.php)
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@Target@
kick me.
that?s what it says.
this stick-on note stuck to my back.
I put it there.
and I consider the possibilities
that follow me around.
I am the target for all their unhappiness.
Outsider.
Freak.
that?s what they call me.
this uncalled for label
stuck on my back.
and I put it there.
And I wonder
what will happen next
with all this hatred.
I am the target
and they will keep kicking
until its all over.
Cera Ouish
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Invisible Boy
Don?t hunt the man that?s lost his Feelings
Cause he will die alone and waking
Waiting for someone to serve him,
but lies bite the hand that tries to feed me.
I raise my hand high above the others in call for truth
but invisible boy can?t speak
he screams awake at night
with all these feelings; can they have meaning?
What am I trying to prove?
We raise our hands for the fight, This fight in which we?ll lose.
The blind man won?t lead the blind, because this blind man knows more than you.
WE PRAY FOR CHANGE.
BUT I CAN?T PRAY.
A FORTRESS LOST IN ONE SHORT TOSS.
ASHES TO ASHES WE ALL FALL.
Cera Ouish
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The Fool?s Prayer
by
Edward R. Sill
The Royal feast was done; The King
Sought some new sport to banish care.
And to his jester cried: ?Sir Fool,
Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!?
The jester doffed his cap and bells,
And stood the mocking court before;
They could not see the bitter smile
Behind the painted grin he wore.
He bowed his head, and bent his knee
Upon the monarch?s silken stool;
His pleading voice arose: ?O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
No pity, Lord, could change the heart
From red with wrong to white as wool,
The rod must heal the sin: But, Lord,
Be merciful to me, a Fool!
These clumsy feet, still in the mire,
Go crushing blossoms without end;
These hard well meaning hands we thrust
Among the heartstrings of a friend.
The ill timed truth we might have kept -
Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung?
The word we had not sense to say -
Who knows how grandly it had rung?
Earth bears no balsam for mistakes;
Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool
That did his will; but Thou, O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!?
The room was hushed; in silence rose
The King, and sought his gardens cool,
And walked apart, and murmured low,
?Be merciful to me, a fool!?
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The Racing Man
by
A. P. Herbert
My gentle child, behold this horse -
A noble animal, of coarse, but not to be relied on!
I wish he would not stand and snort;
Oh frankly, he is not the sort you father cares to ride on.
His head is tossing up and down,
And he has frightened half the town
by Blowing in their faces,
And making gestures with his feet,
While now and then he stops to eat in inconvenient places.
He nearly murdered me today,
By trotting in the wildest way through half a mile of forest;
And now he treads upon the kerb,
Consuming some attractive herb, he borrowed from the florist.
I strike him roughly with my hand; He does not seem to understand;
He simply won?t be bothered, To walk in peace, as I suggest,
A little way towards the West - He prances to the No?th?ard.
And yet, by popular repute, He is a mild, well-mannered brute,
And very well connected;
Alas, it is a painful fact,
That horses hardly ever act as anyone expected.
Yet there are men prepared to place,
a sum of money on a race,
in which a horse is running;
An animal as fierce as this, as full of idle prejudice,
And every bit as cunning;
And it is marvelous to me, That grown-up gentlemen can be,
So simple, so confiding;
I envy them, but, Oh my son,
I cannot think that they have done a great amount of riding!
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The Gods of the Copybook Headings
by
Rudyard Kipling
As I pass through my incarnations, in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place.
Peering through reverent fingers, I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn, that water would certainly wet us, as fire would certainly burn: But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision, and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas,
while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Sprit listed. They never altered their pace, Being neither cloud nor wind-born like the Gods of the Market-Place; But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come, That a tribe had been wiped off it?s icefeild, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch. They denied the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch. They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that Pigs had Wings. So, we worshipped the Gods of the Market, Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace. They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease. But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said:
?Stick to the Devil you know.?
On the first Feminian Sandstones, we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbor, and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said:
?The Wages of Sin is Death.?
In the Carboniferous Epoch, we were promised abundance for all, By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: ?If you don?t work you die.?
Then the Gods of the Market Tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew, And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true -
That all is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four -
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings
limped up to explain it once more.
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As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man - There are only four things certain since social progress began -
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool?s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, As surely as Fire will burn, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
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A Friday night affair out in the city heat.
Always a party there along the sordid street.
And it was guaranteed the place to be was Rocketown.
The drinks were two for one inside the crowded bars.
The girls would make their run out on the boulevard.
It was the idol place we lived the ways of Rocketown.
Hang around by the street light in the heart of the night life.
There came a certain man a stranger to the crowd.
We didn't understand what he was all about.
He walked a different pace so out of place in Rocketown.
They made a fool of him they teased him when he'd speak.
But when they knocked him down he'd turn the other cheek.
He told me I could find a life outside of Rocketown.
Hang around by the street light in the heart of the night life.
Some didn't like him near, some laughed and turned away.
But me, I longed to hear all that he had to say.
He had a peace of mind I couldn't find in Rocketown.
And when I reached down inside me I could feel the emptiness.
He said it's in the heart this change that comes to be.
Now he had done his part the choice was up to me.
As we were standing there he said a prayer for Rocketown.
As we were standing there he said a prayer for Rocketown.
He walked off silently - and prayed for me -
and Rocketown...
What was his mission? Where was he going?
Why was his heart light always glowing?
All I was missing he stood there holding.
What was his secret? Could I know it?
Michael W. Smith & Wayne Kirkpatrick
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My aunt and I are drinking coffee
with him in the kitchen
it has been five days
since the jaws of life opened
his daughter's new car
he's been working more hours
than usual in his shop
I can see the line
where his welder's cap
creases his brow saddness
hides in the shadows under his eyes
I can cry, he says,
not just at night, but any hour
of the morning or afternoon
sometimes
theres no way I can stop
it's not until we're driving home
that my aunt says,
men have come a long way
it's OK now for them to cry
and I say,
Maybe we're the ones
who've travelled enough distance
to let them
Doris Bircham
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AA books and Coors cans -
Fresh starts, forgotten vows.
Everything of yours
Wears the "hard used" brand
Earmarked by neglect.
Through prisms of tears
Somber shadows and fears
I watch you mount
That same old bronc
And I know He'll kill you yet.
Audrey Hankins
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She never shook the stars from their appointed courses
But she loved good men
And she rode good horses.
Margot Liberty
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A shepherd's dog, unskilled in sports,
Picked up acquaintance of all sorts:
Amoung the rest, a fox he knew;
By frequent chat their friendship grew.
Says Renard,'tis a cruel case,
that man should stigmatize our race.
No doubt amoung us, rogues you find,
as amoung dogs, and human kind;
And yet (unknown to me and you)
There may be honest men, and true.
Thus slander tries what'er it can,
To put us on the foot with man.
Let my own actions recommend;
No prejudice can blind a friend:
You know me free from all disguise;
My honor as my life I prize.
By talk like this from all mistrust
The dog was cur'd, and thought him just.
As on a time the Fox held forth
on conscience, honesty, and worth;
Sudden he stopt; and cock'd his ear;
Low dropt his bushy tail with fear.
What's all that clatter on the road?
Bless us, the hunters are abroad!
Hold on, says Dog, we're safe from harm!
'Twas nothing but a false alarm.
At yonder town, 'tis market day;
Some farmer's wife is on the way:
'Tis so, (I know her pye-ball'd mare)
Dame Dobbins, with her poultry - ware.
Renard grew huff.
Says he, This sneer
From you I little thought to hear;
Your meaning in your looks I see.
Pray, what's Dame Dobbins, friend, to me?
Did I e'er make her poltry thinner?
Prove that I own the dame a dinner!
Friend, quoth the Curr, I meant no harm:
Then why so captious? Why so warm?
My words, in common acceptation,
Could never give this provocation.
No lamb (for ought I ever knew)
Maybe more he knows than you.
At this, gall'd Renard winc'd and swore
Such language ne'er was giv'n before.
What's lamb to me? This saucy hint
Shows me, base knave, which way you squint!
If t'other night your master lost
Three lambs; am I to pay the cost?
Your vile reflections would imply
That I'm a Thief! You Dog! You Lye!
Thou Knave, Thou fool, (the Dog reply'd,)
The name is just, take either side;
Thy guilt these applications speak:
Sirrah,'tis conscience makes you squeak.
So saying, on the fox he flies.
The self convicted felon dies.
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Banded by the shrouds of Babylon,
The mirage of nomad liberty
And the imposture on the echelon,
Transfixed at the ebb of humanity.
KB
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It was a night in early Spring
The winter-sleep was scarcely broken;
Around us shadows and the wind
Listened for what was never spoken.
Though half a score of years are gone,
Spring comes as sharply now as then -
But if we had it all to do
it would be done the same again.
It was a Spring that never came -
But we have lived enough to know -
That What we never had remains;
It is the things we have that go.
Sara Teasdale
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I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been for time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
Corwned with lilies and laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you,
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt; of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains - but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love -
They are all gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I Know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses of the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know.
But I do not approve.
And I a not resigned.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Its been years since
but its still in my mind.
Its in my face.
The truth can be traced.
But if proof got erased
the truth can be lied
by the rules they dicide.
Jump off the roof of this place
or stay quite and refined
what ever riot's in your mind
But don't try it in line.
Like a piolet Flying blind
Write my briale to recite
my ryhme
My fingers fail, its hard to find
And when they read my mail
its line for line.
I was there two months and they hardly knew my name.
But I pulled stupid stunts so was the one to blame.
But when I got up to share
they hung heads in shame.
Guess you know I play dirty Just the same.
Don't care if I'm thirty
Cause not then or now are you worthy
to squell my name.
In a concrete tomb.
Three days and Four others to share
I sat with my nose on a wall till noon.
Don't suppose there a small meal soon?
When the OP gaurd twisted my hand backwards up my head
I got a clue.
Truth is
I aint hungry and fuck food.
I'd rather sit in pain and stare at a wall
than deal with you dude.
Understand in this place
(his answer don't confuse you)
Think of yourself as a dog
Its, no, sit boy,
then
He'll abuse you.
Eat off the floor like an animal.
Get used to it.
'Cause Mr. Bailey gets amused when you do it.
See, Mr. Bailey gets fused, when you go threw it.
B, K and C(the Jamacans entire)
tell me I'm wrecked and I'm scared.
I know I'm wrecked
But I'm still admired.
'Cause I got my needs met
and I got my respect.
And I'm not a liar.
Spoon
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They all fall-
Like a million raindrops-
Falling from a blue sky-
Kissing your cares goodbye!
They all fall-
Like a million pieces-
A tickertape parade high-
And now you're free to fly !
Carryin' a millstone malaise-
It's been pulling down your gaze.
You pound the pavement-
It don't give or care-
This weight ain't yours to bear!
Why you holdin' grudges in old jars?
Why you wanna show off all your scars?
What's it gonna take to lay a few burdens down?
It's a beautiful sound -
When they all fall-
Like a million raindrops-
Falling from a blue sky-
Kissing your cares goodbye !
They all fall -
Like a million pieces-
A ticker tape parade high -
And now you're free to fly!
When that muffled sigh-
Says you're barely getting by-
Cut your burdens loose and just simplify-
Simplify.
This is not your floor-
You're going higher than before-
Drop the weight now
Wait
for the lookout guide-
Look outside-
As they all fall-
Like a million raindrops-
Falling from a blue sky-
Kissing your cares goodbye !
They all fall -
Like a million pieces-
A ticker tape parade high -
Now you're free to fly!
You've gotta lay that burden down.
You're gonna lay that burden down.
It's time to leave your burdens in a pyre-
Set a bonfire!
'Cause when you lay your burdens down-
When you lay your burdens down-
When you drop them burdens-
What a free-fall!
What a thrill!
Bury them all
In a landfill!
Newsboys