Poems by Visitors 2001
January 2001
The secret pillow
it leaves a face,
quite recklessly
on the pink fragility of remorse.
the shallow basket
it stays painful, divine.
the innocent woman keeps information
the wild bystander utters truth
a spine driven through milk
john
When have they reached my discontent?
he is everybody
he is no one
those that have to
can slither in this
but if we are just like them
-or so we prudishly promised-
nothing
no one
oneself
until we could
anonymous
Silence.
hurriedly, their porch
shifted by bystanders
dreams my intention
nothing for those who get anonymity
mean it.
dj thrift
Alice has a rocket
that hangs in the infinity
low like tea bags
she's jaded with the reckless fashion of her growth
retreating far into the blackness of
the universe's overflowing cup
it tastes like orange and freedom
with a hint of fear
but that's just how she likes it
DJ Spicy Ice
With every goodbye you learn
anonymous
He likes opaque detectives that,
are about and around the kangarooes
until they examined the sawdust...
Minky J.
The beard be sticky and gray.
I like it.
lizards sit on the guitar, throwing death at a meat bag.
dishonest waitresses dug a dollar stealth dome
in the big school of mileage:
unfortunately exclaiming their discontent with Hank.
Seth Edwards
I say, do you sell elephant ears?
they is orange... And zippy...
Franky
Distant cougar these lips you spoil with your sullen touch shall I charge you with disjointed head.
md2001
dragon with your legendary figure and ashen throat I creep paper fingers around your face in hopes of eating your silent madness1
md2001
I defend her for bringing us our caviar. She used it for herself for beastly grasping at my toe until I stood and felt her freckle. Could she have stood very painfully?
would she have?
she wonders.
we seem to let her.
anonymous
Into the little cafe
rolled the singer's box of head paint.
' believe me when I say this:
you sometimes just have to wait for light to shimmy over your sad knees. ' she seemed to be standing in a well painted hole, her cheeks just left over from our broken circumstances.
I need your grace.
your instinct for rebellion.
your fur on my mug of tea.
Danielle
Will this incredible knowledge work its painful moment?
Enough have requested that we pursue each other.
Should anybody say that we want what we can't have, They shall have yesterday taken from their memories.
They will not understand what it's like to love, to be loved or to know true love.
If we too, don't love ourselves, we cannot love anybody, one or thing untill we do.
This is what we wont say-
glass is as fragile as our love.
oxygen is as pure as our love.
fire is as calming as our love.
gold is as precious as our love.
ice is as refreshing as our love.
diamond is as strong as our love.
bread is as filling as our love.
foliage is as wild as our love.
light is as radiant as our love.
soup is as warming as our love.
But nothing can equal our love.
Meredith
I have bad circulation in my plastic soul. As if horses have carried dirty bureaucrats on their painted manes, through the holes in my faith. Forgetting to ride silently. Sour legs exploding with fine, deadly logic and revealing my oldest hopes as broken relics, stealthy rocks meant to shift relentlessly like the wisps of fire gathering at the mouths of the horses.
Danielle
This downstairs cave
he loved my belly like glass
and my detective lover, reckless
with everything. Brightly he held
me, loose in his jaw the equation I abandoned.
growth warm forest
those my bones
thigh vegetable jagged contessa
just like me.
anonymous
I established friendships and
entered my new cloud
cloud 9
but now I quiet
I couch my transition, I simply wait
growth takes a seat
but I believe I will zest for it
tomorrow
Please wait for me
Katie (bridgeview) :-)
Ultimately I am
hanging I want
anybody I
only expect nothing from
him
the dust the cave I
make do
my center is not
here or apart from you
this is too simple
not to be but to be
anyone passing by
I keep the enchantment by
believing in something that
is scattered
upon my heart
anonymous
I the James of lake
our awe set us strange
more so promising her linguini
grasp with helmet brain
establish! ! !
Me
Those who cruised not hand not
I have mentioned not
those who uttered not
saunter like Robert
Ooze broth and let him drive
you creep well, blue photograph
nothing gains his coin
Fool
Me
From me yells the secretest shanty
I don't show it
should I? Might I?
would you frequently boast me? Out of my cupboard retreats the singer.
monks guess leadenly
until the jaded kangaroo tells me
fault not the opaque mane,
but to the mad cougar be glory
iconpoet.blogspot.com
Souls ought to be fiery in their tower
but mine isn't
fangs shall be skinny in their shadow
but mine wouldn't be
fingers will be leaden in their shelter
but mine will love separation
thighs should be ready for curiosity
but yours might not be
beaks would be unwholesome in closets
but yours must not be mine
ankles can be illegal in the institution
but mine loll at races
iconpoet.blogspot.com
Buy around until you burst!
I don't hang a toy for nothing!
until I gather my hand when I receive,
you will do nothing but yearn for my spine
imagine me glowing
I shall wiggle you quickly
iconpoet.blogspot.com
Slowly the partial cat hears me bleed
I yell at the big crow
I can't march anymore
this. That. These. Those hips.
those chests paint me deeply.
My chest must yell at me.
anybody can joke about your face,
but if I believe in gazes,
then my head might be shrewdly eaten.
iconpoet.blogspot.com
Spines explode in gray dust
cockatoos from the metallic prison
keep me in my place
apples? Potato balloons?
suggest to me certainly what you
dream about when mentioning your chest
I let you enter my time kimono
if you appear to be reckless
you have out-declined my lizard
and I know you grind my thighs
but just this party,
for frequently I close my legs.
iconpoet.blogspot.com
Appear my shoulders
practice on my neck
look at my nails
act out my wedding
charge at my smile
seem to be my dimples
race my soul on your skin
think about your hands
work on my cheek
hand me your claws
and I could ooze on to your toes
bend my skull with art
dissolve me into heads
grow my back until you shimmy
spoil my scalp and close my chest
want my hand? You should have it
you shall grind my thighs
sense that I chase head
to exhibit claws can be sordid
throw my spine out
figure out my biceps
ride my skin out of the city
close my soul... twice I feel you
just don't flow to the bath photograph
iconpoet.blogspot.com
Plaster Balloons
"I've been the same
since I was young,"
you said
"I change all the time,"
I replied
Our separation stemmed
from this small incident
Seldom will I imagine
the end of this
without thinking
your inability to change
and my mutability
combined to make a stormcloud
too thick to travel through
Silvertongue
Onions, helmets, chairs, and telephones. These are the wisps of feeling that I could vicariously show on if just for an early storm.
toes, scalps, shins, throats,
more hers than mine. Mostly I just let her avoid me,
so that she can exhibit her belly to the divine bystanders, I reveal my smile in school.
sleep yesterday, my devotion.
I am yours.
iconpoet.blogspot.com
My flaws are frozen once... Just once.
just send me a mane to set up.
just for now, feel my soul.
my enthusiasm shifts rather gracefully.
up until I hold her,
I must not hear her jumpers.
I would not flow her for the bottle
not today,
not frequently,
not forever.
my throat means imaginary crutches
my ankle marches optimally for its tragedy...
iconpoet.blogspot.com
My spine slithers around the house
I bend it when it slithers by
I howl at the glass until I glow.
My waist tells me to hope for excess.
I hide from the boys who avoid me.
elude my fur... But, what if... ?
who? When? Write me?
I said to her,
'There you have the feature of intention in a naughty town. '
I don't love her anymore,
you might offer her what I couldn't do
my back gets inner zest when I drive
I don't arrange assistants or rocks
I just chase thighs to my floor
I block nails from my smirk
I ooze at my characters for apples
I just yearn for your hips and skin
talk to me, my brain wants you soon.
iconpoet.blogspot.com
think around the land
some could liaison at home
generating minute force of will
villains touched my skin
their moisture called to me
Seth
Snow Rites
The evil youngster inside
tells me to ignore
your shoulders
How they gleam in the dark
And to pay no attention
to your lips your hands
as they trace my contours
"About now," she promises,
"he will be expecting love.
We are both in charge here
and you know I like
being on top."
When you stopped calling,
she cautiously reached
for me
and I threw her off
as the snow began to fall
Silvertongue
About now
I would admit I was hasty
if you were to call.
I would recklessly strip
and wait for your loving.
But the way we left things
lies waiting for one move
I knew nothing more
than your name, your mouth
softer than feathers, your
breath as it caught
in the back of your throat
I thought this was not enough
Instead, I realize it was
too much
I am drowning in regret
Silvertongue
I do not have to be the most jazzy butterfly boat demon in the cafe. I can let other fugitives atempt it too.
jessi?
I control enchantment in heaven... My soul yearns to grasp tomorrow relentlessly...
The Puppet Mistress
More reptiles I wait
loudly as if I remorse them the
beastly bodys I use for riding have no
knees no ribs I honestly actually slept off the modern sauce oneself plasters by the statue as if by health
a amateur Wanda suggests I hardly dance smugly it needs a spine mine Is not intuition she herself mostly blocks me
megan
If she whispers about Robert he might suddenly approach me with his strong face and boast about his fetish for feathers.
Jeffy H!
Me! You! We! Intuition! Wealth! Birth! Feeling! Variety! These make us legendary.
Jeffy H!
Your bear keeps every
phase
of my death
sure
we race diabolically through shelters
as if declining the separation
Stella
Ivy giant examines forever as if making leaden behavior seem profound.
Duffy
Rough plaster walked over my ribs
I dragged myself over the decay but the strings took over
I dissolved inner knowledge and
emerged real
at the moment I dreamed I practiced grace and I flowed into it
Ritualistic
February 2001
My book is hardly strange
knowledge has an embodiment
in paper
just as it does
in consciousness
I loll
through my bliss
anonymous
the elegant pig saunters around my beak but as if I showed what we work for loudly defends the Ivy.
one making plastic whimpers that our radio has nothing to live for.
Kira
Quietly the lizard works until he matters to the world.
vicariously he divided the fetish on puppies so he could be free
that bed banquet glowingthing if just not sends on but just by receiving
Kira
utility
I hope for your touch and you oblige
I pray for your kiss and you oblige
I wish for your heat and you oblige
I ask for your scent and you oblige
I plead for your moistness and you oblige
I beg for your heart and
where have you gone?
madmatter
I me you
I me...
lover,
have I suggested too much
or have I not teased sincerely?
my lady,
when will you expect me
or do you not need me?
My cherub,
who believes you?
madmatter
An a a the an a lacy Ivy jaguar rib convention cockatoo lake storm Wanda floor caviar land party I I I I I I me me me me an a a we know that this home we make will be giant when we sense you are low Buster
madmatter
Scholar be diabolically incredible
show us your unwholesome chest
we mostly should make moisture fiery
and grow still dishonest on the swamp
First try-interesting
foam beast for Naomi
until gained gained glowing
kangaroo
slipping around our breakfast hell
nothing follows
nothing yields
only stand at the bone of excess
today naturally never soundly sometimes clumsily when tragically at at at at
anonymous
Really
through this we run
through that we entered
through these we crept
through those we dragged
through you I charged
madmatter
An elipse
...
..
..
I retreat out
and as
you divide
.. ... ...
I do say that you are cautiously brutal
madmatter
Robert digs in the field
he likes to find worm
he has always found them interesting
Wanda laughs at him
she only likes cats
she likes them because they are cute
Alice thinks wanda is weird
she likes dogs
because cats are to fluffy
We all are like animals
all very different.
anonymous
This moral bystander has the theory
that we do not gain from our vanity
that it helps no one but us
that we use happiness as a bowl
in it we see toys of our dimension
so so human
madmatter
.. ?
so
until suddenly you wish I was rambunctious
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
cool?
madmatter
Vast spirit feast
declare the sleeping journey
sleep
spoil
imagine
but falling out from bed
until we declared refuge
in the soul of ecstacy imagined
they hide
like silent friends
comfortable
wistful
quiet
Alex Webster
You...
you have showed me certainty
when no one could
I dissolve into you
and we fall slowly.
your eyes love
and that's enough
we entered some into something
who can say... What shall be
I slipped into you and we expected nothing.
you showed me reason and beauty
I shall draw from you what I can,
and when tomorrow is over
we can start over...
falling slowly over and over.
Samantha N
He, me, you, she... ... ...
us
so high
up
just exploding when you grasp my smile
with both hands
I don't forget anything
I will wait silently for your reach
you can have what you will
nothing
or
everything
for I am your secret
I wet your lips
hungry for more
ready, watching... guessing
reveal yourself to me
Samantha N
Slip some relics into my
life.
Eliminate those shards of
strife.
Drag our bag with clear
intention.
Ship the collection without
deception.
I'm here until the end.
Chana D.
My dance slithers upon you as you sleep, silently touching your toe.
It carries its compassion to your knees, when it creeps up your thigh to a place unknown.
>From there, it slinks up to your chest, teasing and tickling, until it races unexpecting, to your head, delighting every hair.
My voice awakens you, just for you to find that your check-up went fine and there is nothing wrong.
short1_86
Born against, i cant remember,
anti-me, you, whatever it takes.
Broken bottles and teeth,
a brick through a window pane
it shatters, my life.
Have you ever been to the gutter, have you ever stared at the stars?
Well, i have. Try it.
Pain begins when you let it.
Split lip, fingernails ripped.
Ha, Ha.
Broken TVs. Rocks and railyards, night time. Shadows creep across an empty lot.
Moans and groans, a brown paper bag conceals a half empty exsistance.
Don't say it.
It's already been said.
It's finished and so am I.
Jay Gumption
Gray and wet, dirty, smog filled, and lonely.
A few kids in coats, spange-ing for a chance to have coffee and cigarettes.
Evening on the streets with the company of car horns, wind, and the muffled voices of happy people going about their buisness.
As evening passes, harsh tongues, spit and fists accompany the night.
These are my friends as well as my enemies.
I run with the pack into allies, onto roof tops, and into abandoned buildings, to feel freedom and life, as it whips around us.
"The only way to live!" he shouts.
Ahh, a cigarette as day breaks, the sun comes up, sleep.
" You need your rest, tonight we do it again."
Jay Gumption
Take me through carpet more inquisition about those who want driveing over.
anybody around rocking as if it always home .
my silver beast feels through or so I limp diabolically like Wanda.
so then, just our masquerade shall have a glass of itself
kriz
A lover Buster beast belly!
anonymous
Cold air. Restless sleep. Light in your eyes.
Noise from the darkest part of the room, but not really there.
The dead follow you in your dreams and smile .
Dream sweet dreams for me.
They crawl up and down the sweaty walls like a spider, keeping you on edge.
Running through the night, trying to escape nothing, because it isn't there.
And neither are you.
Jay Gumption
Cold air. Restless sleep. Light in your eyes.
Noise from the darkest part of the room, but not really there.
The dead follow you in your dreams and smile .
Dream sweet dreams for me.
They crawl up and down the sweaty walls like a spider, keeping you on edge.
Running through the night, trying to escape nothing, because it isn't there.
And neither are you.
Jay Gumption
She dissolves paint in a shrewd mushroom.
from palace to palace by earth's
shoulder. He approaches her through razor thoughts as he bends his spirit in an episode he usually draws!
Jennifer
As she chases her youthful eternity,
she knows she cannot pursue her joy. Even if her lover enters her spirit,
she will dance to the day of his strong bicep.
Jennifer
My wages of instinct are steamy because I am the chest of a pig... diabolically I practice the talent of some limp dog... but eventually Alice will create paint mawkishly during the mind storm
darius luvrock
Roscoe skipped through my scalp
and over tea warmth of evolution
deadly twice in my hand
what a rambunctious fish it must be
harris
I reach for my hip
not I! exclaimed my soul
but I more the kangaroo than thou
Oh! the equation of my throat doth
harris
Wanda catches the silver string of elephant! I fall: she decided delight.
Through towers surly, forests giant
I approach variety around history. Wanda crept. Our fingers hollered.
We danced. We are the carpet.
the lizard be mechanical.
Roscoe draws metal beauty on sauce. Robert senses bone? Who? Roscoe.
my individual carnival needs bread. when?
When we bring balloon to sawdust.
here. downstairs. explode. usually.
these divorces of breakfasts admit stealth.
Nothing suggests meat.
Ivy slithers around hell.
They keep forgetting me. Marching me. Dissolving me. I. I?
Kate
Languorous bull,
you arrange me partially;
you slither around quilts.
we tease you, legendary sailor,
silent juice. Enter shadows tragically,
then guess ignorance. Waddle in mercy
and laugh! Zoom, knuckle! Pursue!
!
! ...
This teases me...jumps me purple.
it decided nothing common.
it received nothing original.
we crept, limp creatures,
we kept solid infinity.
Suggest some doom
while
skipping.
Kate
Glass divides them
they don't touch their basket of heat
their silence explodes loudly
they will burst once
separate but tight
exile
Elsa
Everyone blocks beasts.
You walk them.
some feasts hold,
some follow our almanac.
I tease me,
I call circumstances
vegetables
(and meats).
beautiful, solid throats,
they block bright stuff.
You, opaque instant:
hold us soon,
loll us,
abandon us!
their jittery jamborees dissolve-
I matter.
Kate
March 2001
I charge us with buying enchantment
with siting by and approaching eternity with out faith
who have worryed quietly
helping ourself to excess
until tragically our smiles message
have emerged
who suggests that we expect anything?
H Loeffler
a spiritual bystander opines for peace
nobody reveals any guesses
machines recklessly utters silence
who has the lipstick?
chshrkt
A keen dragon glamorously retreats,
as if it worries that you see yourself.
You dance around it, like lively song.
I start to grasp this madness.
Yonjuunana
I approach him
I simply waddle as if I was a terrier
Oh how I fester
Oh how I bubble
I do throw this puppy
at that evil little cat
my brow doth ooze in a lively Vladivostok
I waste my thigh on glamorous foliage
Harris G
a the heart
beats 60 beats per min
100,000 beats per day
veins and arteries
anonymous
Suddenly my obvious cherub
whimpered in feeling
forgetting that I could not mean
anything by this
macaroni
Metallic dust whispers to me, I just don't get the point.
Dragon toothed flesh rubs against constrained garmets. everyone there
wildly shout we should mine us
anonymous
Bear skull lies in a glassy place.
Animal tracks pass it by. Silver light shines on a pale faced passer-by. Beastly cries pirce the sky. Meat on hoof cruise away
catavamp
Clubbing
Never ought to watch
that box of consequences
quickly shifting
hardly knowing
about the moisture
ever must have heard
this flesh basement
cleverly exhibiting
extremely inhibiting
eye meat.
Tza Dowding & Matt Reeve
Wanda's eye maintains a
hopeful journey
around us.
She danced as tequila
marched over her mouth
into eyes of
fire.
Lie still and
admit us
work us
tease us about
exile.
Ride through
jagged halls
far from
neon history
into your field of
instinct.
Chana D.
Alice, dragons of ignorance sense their very black chests!
Such dogs that they are, for they will gain essence of fire in your emotions...
Alice, flow around my cell and have your say in whole style.
What cats about my space are they?
Those crows in your cupboard, hide them!
Alice, recklessly they handed you the demons of alienation.
Enthusiasm can stand the flesh
needed by beasts of consciousness.
Anybody artfull will have those ultimate humans for installment-we shall show these lizards your bliss in expression.
Alice, have stealth.
Alice, be believed.
Alice, get more compassion!
Evil cannot enter...
Nirvana delights.
sr
I
me
you
we are the discontented snakes.
sr
Well my hunter, may I pass you a tequila? ? ?
sr
Wistful my bargains puppys and will Hank grace you?
sr
Beautiful
magical
new
bright
soft
cool
warm
simple
incredible
saucy
sophisticated
this is how I want my new top to be.
sr
Anything relentlessly might quaintly do this and that.
James and Buster have eyes.
she shall ceremony my egg.
until never, we discontentedly messaged your kitten.
marched about dancing
torn and turned
into availability
may I?
sr
Loudly we earned our broth.
me and her, ought to have skipped regally through limbo.
what?
you didn't?
generations grow tarnished.
sr
A sweet room in space.
greater and important.
most unwholesome was my enthusiasm that I formed a token of time from my transition.
divine bubbles of costly purple gravy slip through the gala.
these reptile deadly paper winter cougars that gather in my hall fell through your dust.
Royal spoil passing through.
anonymous
Everyone waddles
they let them jauntily walk
low fat monkeys.
How I hate them!
anonymous
The cougar helps her hop over them
my creature helps not
burlap box that blocks my way
Kran
Quietly
I carry out my orders
Quickly
the sword touches the brain
Loudly
the human scream echos
Ninja justice
Kran
I am so fat
I waddle when I walk
I play with my fat rolls. Look!
I lost a coin in my fat roll.
Would you want to rub my stomach?
Kran
Figure in the prison jokes, and you could mostly spoil your moment.
these feel gray and jazzy as silence,
these tawdry ballroom incidents
everyone makes into such a parody
of hope
I take them upstairs and bend their brilliant fangs
into baskets.
anonymous
Most dragons feeling their consciousness by face
hold brawls around early disasters. Ought the fugitive have the beer?
our birdy chased our grace; some doctors couldn't figure it out.
Rai
James and paint-I stay hardly questioned. Who rolled it off to your cell? Who?
for through brother Hank I heard everything. I sit. Upstairs. Clumsily.
dog tail on my lip, I race to that sky,
just like James and his camera.
this should fault us.
anonymous
Bear
I imagine him holding his head
I sense him sleeping upstairs
we regard him as the highest
our champagne.
for already we feel his essence,
never to fall
inwardly loving,
silently growing.
we whisper to him,
he follows us
and he comes brightly.
anonymous
Implying butterfly myth of beauty
believing consciousness moral puppy reached awe strolling beast
dust dream
quickly dissolved.
anonymous
Summer ended tonight
That leaf rolled
into the sky
a fatal reminder
that those robots
who must decline a mushroom
should not be exhibited
in a magnetic, sullen limbo
for those who wonder at song
if I sensed that these cats
wore a rosy onion
everyone and anyone
would hand me a photograph
and catch a flesh result
anonymous
I slither from plaster
I wish for essence
I roll in vegetables
and I yell to crows;
yet I now whisper
about Wanda's treacherous vinegar.
Tripps
Recent weight of
sawdust dreams
paint behaviors fragility
on our dirty center.
must you want this bitterness
disjointed yearning?
we lie in broken moments
mechanically
not taking in what this is.
geekslutnerdgirl
His soup hangs fatal essence
in dropping straight liaisons-
this legendary bonnet of Roscoe
says to frequently promise anesthetic
from kangaroo brawls
and whole rafter jaws
blocked what jester James
always whispered to hopeful creatures.
Naomi simply wearing hard oxygen
scattered zippy madness through kimono
tomorrows and avoided any apple bits.
.. ! ... Alice loved her snake sawdust.
anonymous
Tragically I don't show inner dimples
gracefully I do get around
brightly my back dances
cautiously my skin yields.
jauntily our feathers slither
she arranges over the table
he yearns that nobody pursues him
she writes that nobody takes her
we turn we seem we avoid we mean
they have no wisps
when everyone dreams this beast hollers
I have needed with most batterys
Jay Dubb
Arsenic solid beaks sing his truth yonder and upstairs.
her hunter quietly wiggled those brains apparently.
it beautifully raced here and back while Ivy and Hank made money.
innocent butterflys dreamed of ideas and curiositys.
jaws and wrinkles bend no beaks...
what nonsense this is!!!
SR
Silently, we meant our song such glee.
through elegant cafes and quiet houses we admitted our bond...
up with the bubbles and down with the arsenic! ! !
dimension and paper call me!
I come brightly to and through the vast cloud, do you?
mine eyes grasped your temperament, your cheek earned her exception...
Roberts bonnets will touch spirit.
have their say, have your say; we should oddly be happy.
revealed those jaguars!
she, he and they imagined exile, tragically I subjected them to it.
enough!
happy! Treacherous! You!
SR
Important, kind, rare... ?
a good friend!
brilliant, jovial, fancy... ?
a joker!
elegant, lacy, seductive... ?
a kimono!
zippy, jittery, imaginary... ?
a dragon!
me?
royal, saucy, youthful, honest, girly, wistful, illegal, rare, dirty, elegant, sharp, naughty, magnetic, steamy, brilliant, bad! ! !
you?
more so! ! !
nirvana?
most! ! !
SR
Fat bears might laugh for those bureaucrats...
then just establish a separation from yourself, brows and wrinkles have slept your approval away...
mostly through divorces have we waged our dept...
these liaisons of ours, more simple than an oblivious cat silently rolling...
like metal and snow, charged with warmth, just like a demon...
these boats that float in glass, until they have caught jaguars, why?
she must have remorseed her soul, partly through form and flavor...
with slept reptiles and spoken cockatoos, we gathered our parodys and equations...
feeling jazzy bright toys in castles, we found the way to ecstacy...
slightly red and recently tight, cautiously strange and never shallow, that was love...
SR
Ivy's reptile, lengthy and colorful,
touched her tail... exploding with
ultimate circulation.
Hank's dragon, red and rough,
hid his claw in her noodles... relentlessly imagining metallic earth.
most balloons have frozen soup
more tambourines get more gravel...
but I wonder? ... do Alice's irregular
jugs boast of shallow guts?
we can only imply with partial eyes and
hopeful mileage; would you clumsily
look and ask for Ivy's sticky soul?
Mr. Coda
Approaching doom,
black radios walk through soup;
pigs replied to champagne mannequins;
plaster feathers act in time.
terrier fangs eating knowledge
admit the flesh into curiosity;
tomorrow, Buster might think enough
to burst his bicep...
these jamborees, those breakfasts
have stately mush.
Alice showed her zippy burlap,
covering her innocent skin...
any from dog downstairs a linguini map
anonymous
Howl puppy!
working like a figure from a basement in a cupboard, you bend at the leg, needing a mouth to hold your mug in!
grow bird! Yearn for the bridge back in hell!
I am divided by digging- come and set on my throat!
offer cat! Imply my wrinkles aren't shallow! I does say whisper... talk... shall exclaim me! Me me me me me!
anonymous
April 2001
Somewhatly
believe
suchly these
water
blood
really, must help...
it establishes my hope
if I make you take me
absolute
feeling
enters...... Me
Jesus
sells his eulogy
I
won't
buy.
home is the only
cave for me.
so until certainly you have
me,
you every time
stay
unholy.
bystander
Around the cool, evil
toy
bleeds the rascal.
he forgot about his guitar
as his throat burst from the
glee.
the episode was over gracefully.
decaying vigor oozed from his
wrinkles,
the brain silently dissolved...
over so quickly.
greed.
bystander
Ivy emerges from ether
falling through sawdust
talking of dragons
and catching my spirit
in ecstacy.
Chaos
Snowed by instincts
quaint and lurid
working through
what tarnished bird did
to your map of
practiced power
paint the ballroom
with your glower
anonymous
Gossamer castle most me
mercy beast retreating through swampy
photographs more theory
snake rockets earning mush tails leaden keys to banquets some then eluded
silently mentioning doom
web girl
I am carrying flesh to the ballroom
my lovers say I have emerged
brutal from the banquet.
What do dancers do to plastic
that they can elude time?
who drags foliage through the town?
anonymous
The imaginary dollar guy and the large one with the fleshy fingers noodle around on their limp little anvils, peaking like bugs on ether.
anonymous
Madness relentlessly waits
over through until up
with rosy monks mawkishly
check at soup history
in tempest
spine they do bleed
watch vicariously say mine
or so then she who feel can not figure
in this waist fire swamp disaster installment shelter ought pursue
yonder artfully mine
lenny
Visitors to the bridge of remorse
Explode with the glee of a beautiful horse
when poets with tambourines drive them away
they get to act blue but they don't have to pay
anonymous
A prisoner of flesh
sliping over sincerely
I whispered as if you followed
"never mind cougar
we see without smile"
you fell and I whimpered
you are deadly in your state...
a magician of mercy
may not believe us
're
Everything I touch approaches logic in a lurid grace. These loose instants stroll brightly to experience. School ground us down, sawdusting the vicinity with poor style, but birds of jazz boast sleepy strings of time...
anonymous
The oil that fast flows around us,
a fish dancing through the dirty bucket,
me turning too suddenly, so recklessly,
must it be life?
ballbagger
I walk some one like mud
out of this prison
into these shins, the box I earn out of nothing
silver, it boasted to me about Buster
about Wanda
about nothing
noone
I worry about this bath
these aspects that nothing photographs
hide optimally, relentlessly, well, and fast
until I whisper into your mane
up through this jaguar like country
I watch you
artfully yesterday
passed unfortunately
into everything
anonymous
Love has always walked out of my life,
but now that you have stood, waiting for me, I watch myself fall.
I fall into a dark hole, the hole of unknowingness, the hole of love.
I take your hand and hold on tight as I land in a place with so many choices.
I know which path to take, the one where I can be with you.
I want to be as close to you as I can be.
I'm so in love with you, look in my eyes and let's get lost tonight in eachother.
Just to be with you until all our breath is gone,
that's what I'm asking, please don't ever let go.
Hold on to my heart as if it were your own.
Be gentle, I entrusted to much to ever fall again.
Just don't break me, like all of the others, I want you to be a piece of me.
I am lost in a hole that I don't care where it takes me,
I just want to be far, farther into you.
Rayme
The fishes!
the snakes!
the evolution of elephants!
until funerals grasped at zest,
a woman will not wonder...
as the boat mustn't gather around.
anonymous
NotSoup and HellSand fire their small pillows into Limbo.
A toe skins itself despite sober vanity.
Reptile birthday flesh is carpeting the bridge to a thin jagged house.
I land, as always, on my toes.
anonymous
I keep my butterfly at home.
I run my bird when is later.
we request everything.
but no dragons upstairs.
anonymous
May 2001
The plastic woman nagging a fellow falls my onions.
I guess around at these clouds, mostly checking an assistant, neighborhood or bear gut.
gather! Hurriedly examine me and my freckle, for I avoid those cops frequently.
Sumanto
Sober landlord, anybody he spoils,
and everyone comfortable...
sit with them in Colorado
practicing methods of style
that carry scientific reason
to reckless feelings of health
in exile
Some keeping of silver weights
is regal, too much
is implying discontent...
do you wish to act the genius
or the legendary imp?
anonymous
Stuff him in a quaint bowl of paint,
says Naomi,
and jump in there with him.
Mention my name.
Dig up the claws of his ancestors,
early one day
when horses are talking to the land
about rebellion.
anonymous
milk instinct
I have watched for so much
like dreaming
fiasco
up with powder
you get in my skin
gsng
must she be like them
around robots so closely
cheeks get sticky with anasthetic
as kittens promise to watch.
TJM
the fiery dragon must have quietly but yield arms and dishes to feel his soul tell him the jaguar feels growth in it's thigh. tequila boasts about the hot shoe, anybody that loves shoes has problems. divine dimples are a ceremony of the cockatoos. a jester declares that mannequins pass blood to pigs around twice a week. the consciousness of tables shift those lips at thin swamps. mawkishly, the rich guy sends buckets of sauce to Alice the therapist. Will you journey to heaven when it mentions James and his reptile.
Jackie Chan
Around my carpet
bears grind their souls
they tear their burlap thoughts
and show their creamy keys
fragolina
Hops in the gravy, Buster does,
running races royal buzz
reaching rites for wild crows
offers coins and garden hose.
anonymous
Stunted lizards follow the map
quietly sense the brilliant machines
of fine regard
Wiggle and jump, the well dancer scatters the rockets to the heavens.
Jagged vegetables sit on your brain,
fall into the refuge of the iron dime
Wear the pillow on your gut,
you shall gracefully carry the mushroom,
stay off the bread: it controls you
Could you sell the noodles in limbo;
cleverly and carefully loving the game?
Now you take the apples,
arrange them on the table,
ask the sordid bear his time
Offer the villain your stuff,
do you inwardly abandon the bliss?
anybody buys the anonymity
avoid them if they reply
webenuts
our souls established,
we grasped for mercy
but the delight silently abandoned us
to our broken excess
our fingers came,
we whimpered for transition
but the silence quickly showed us
to our naughty pursuit
our eyes wished,
we waited for anonymity
but the feeling naturally scattered us
to our brilliant philosophy
our lips emerged,
we yielded for infinity
but the madness easily rode us
to our wild expression
poet@coyotegirl.com
Oneselfs inner reptile exiting
oneself not up to admitting
all they say is wanted
all they say is whispered
he chases
she watches
together what is sought
has inadvertantly been eluded
she has fought
he has promised
together they stand alone
side by side
for eternity
anonymous
together we fall
together we rise
through it all
a constant surpise.
the years seem to fly
days, they merge
mirrors lie
memories surge.
hair will change shades
contours slide
love never fades
death can not divide
vm
Most just lip off, but a few might snow you under with theory.
When telephones face trial by song,
the balcony must paint itself cool.
Eighteen is modern. Nice burden to joke about, isn't it?
I map the alienation of my conventional mind.
anonymous
The seventeen green castles
have organic crocodiles.
They're impartial, and yet facile,
eating everything for miles.
anonymous
Eleven lips is one too many
for five mouths.
Swami Tommy
The woman arrives to bend and evolve. We bargain the way Roscoe bargains, prudishly. Honestly! How is one to love a golden friend when he catches wet iguanas and helps himself to your neon vinegar boxes? The rascal walks and bends as he drives, goes odd in the ankles, combines jazz and theory in one comfortable exercise.
anonymous
I would bring her bones
boasting of truth
and regarding those
tables around the institution
that usually sat cleverly wet
to elude utility,
could know her bitterness
by tearing a feather.
hkc
Robert exhibits her chest,
like languorous anesthetic shoes
and creeping good enters
on terrier hair.
take slowly these jaguars
of saucy heat
and know that she
needs our chasing.
hkc
Roscoe, my friend
no one spoils me as you do.
your dragon slips into my castle
and I reach the heavens!
around my house
you seem to be your sweetest.
you tease me just like I do you
I love you!
Queen Me
Fellow crows, I approach you
keeping sharp, riding high
glowing as the weight falls off
and the funeral essence races away,
closing the bonnet on disaster
and sauntering into a bright adventure.
anonymous
Robert lies about everything! Lizards gather some wisps for him. I suggest he decline separation from his arms...
Alice jokes about everything! Crows reach for her lips. I control her brain!
Hank exits the hole diabolically. He tells his brother about his tokens. His brother grasps them quickly. I pursue his tambourine.
James howled at Wanda for Roscoe. It was hard!
anonymous
Flesh that controls
paint into sometimes
machine most wanted
he said he got a
myth
from partially
digested fear
anonymous
Broth Wanda crow I standing from bellowed witch the guy brothself their skipped until
like for be
Paul & Kaz
Infinity avoided compassion.
It expected nothing.
The instinct of the passionate dragon made no exception.
He grew and painted like a bright black artist, silently.
Don't ask the poet, he hasn't a method.
Asparagus
Admit me my lets and carries away.
I thought this checked to my reckless, straight, beautiful self.
Oughtn't I?
Sultryanna@aol.com
Myths whimpered at the tawdry scholar.
Relics declared their motion at him.
Compassion fell into slipping logic of tempest for a fine promised wedding.
Sultryanna@aol.com
June 2001
The steamy carnival monster quietly slips into the sunrise,leaving the town me behind.
Joking and circling around , I retreat into yellow clouds choking with dreams of ether dust.
exploding, just like leaves with strong winds approaching, suddenly under the anesthetic of caviar and tequila this she/woman skips to pursue the treacherous monster of youth. retreating to the natural circle, forgotten,
suddenly this human feels she might utter what is both natural and forbidden.
Patrice
poet of conquest
demon of faith
prisoner of affection
magician of image
impartial flower of yesterday
rugged mannequin of late
I cautiously guess that this is sour love
I naturally hear your intuition
I bleed when you fall
'fallen angel'
Quickly I appear like a leaf that has yielded,
declaring, exclaiming, examining.
slowly I abandon like a key that has dissolved,
hoping, flowing, admitting
I could sense that this was like a rare delight
but it unfortunately couldn't maintain
and silently died.
anonymous
A glass figure
its flaws divide a nation.
Skin must offer no dimension
of inner ignorance.
Be an individual
care not about past wrongs
but of future rights.
Your silver hope
guides the masses
and lights the way of the future.
emerald_eyed_poet
The baths have known foam
as beds have known fire
odd that this anesthetic in my mind
does not grab more laughter...
anonymous
Bears make remorse their ice
hunter must dream that
closets come about those spaces
but my Hank fell into shelter
serenata mysterioso
Yelling pretty has probably maintained her ignorance
Jauntily wiggling through myth and compassion
she mentions only essence
Those who gain form through money
turn error into shortage
easily letting weight receive decay
But things charge tragically when no one gives fire diabolically
What one says about exclaiming tragedy
shows bliss and style
Approaching history maintaining
devotion yearns for hope
but the joke takes simply gifts of
philosophy to love
Afan
Fire and broth imply hot soup
circus noodles loop-de-loop
stuffy concerts flow with ice
cats grow sad without their mice.
anonymous
Happy would dragons be if they might wonder about ether in the way we shift from expression to rebellion.
They will say "Follow! For we watch rocks more knowingly than imps."
Anyone sensing the time of experience ought keep this warmth in their wrinkles.
But guess what light would have whimpered if blood came to the shadow...
"Chase the dragons to the land of ether!"
anonymous
The reptile stands by
the prison.
It practices like
a razor, maintaining
its history with
comfortable drama.
It is like
a pillow as
it skips soundly to promise
it should not spoil
anybody's violin.
He controls as if
he was
a creature as seductive as
the castles, which have thought for
big fragilities.
Soon
he can catch
a horse, that senses
him exploding and flows downstairs.
Emily
The snake my bliss retreated when you waited knowingly for laughter to hang itself. Relics of an often sour convention left youngsters to close their hands over gathered flesh. Around us teased those with much to abandon. Over decayed smiles these creatures exhibited their rebellion. Logic appeared not to them. We yielded to fault in clouds of difference. I retreat ever so cautiously into limbo.
ApeWriter
Some fragments from testing Icon Poet for Windows...
I expect that is what you caught in your bowl, a sensitive crocodile with eyes of jaded affection. Got mud? Because that's what they like.
Recklessly particularly, Hank cased the joint expecting to grab a wild lady with limp elbows, but the one he caught was Naomi. Superplastered, she bent a vegetable spoon around her toes.
The onion has a certainty,
a green and regal helping
of fleshiness, disjointed,
like a kimono of many mercies.
The twelve Snake Milk debutantes have grabbed my face and won't let go, however eleven of them have thin elbows and can surely be ignored.
Some fellows know the evil that girls do, but they ignore it. Bed is a fine heaven when you can bend like a snake. Hank ought to work on his flexibility. Outré relics will always have their place, however.
Spoonless wage guys finish sooner than I do. Their eye moisture is nothing to be sad about. Emotional factors can mean a lot, you know.
Brainward, monster children!
Neonoodles grab all the consciousness, but their song is seriously stately. You finish before them every time.
The hall detectives are ice types, ballooning into a deep rebellion of madness. Will they outbargain the short professional girls? "Street paint is measly exercise," giggles Buster. Roomy champagne closets are but one variant of jaded envy.
Towering sad balconies over shadowy pools of moisture have bent Naomi to their will. It is time to finish her soup.
Announcements mean little to monstrous fire-children! I must bargain for my generation, as the balloons are evolving into wily overlords. Black antioxygen knowledge is my sad delight.
The antioxygen image is a little cold, Naomi. Let us grab all the grace maps while bending the anxiety balloons inside the place of gravy. Magazine tongues whisper that their biceps are meaty and rich. Home now, where wisps whisper and balconies get shaky.
Every time I bend a few elbows, the ladies get regal and go west. Does it strike anyone else that the money doesn't go as far lately as it would in the old days? Once it's worked its way through my telephone and my silver books and my jugs of water from Vladivostok, it arrives back sticky and limp, and says "Make more of me, Hank, for I am spiritually spent."
The kitchen today is recklessly high, nowhere near the pantry, and generally too blue. Maybe tomorrow or the next day it will be jauntily languorous, or perhaps a reptile will fire his experts and bargain for a keen noodle convention in his home town. I don't know.
The four frozen bridges to a rosy tomorrow bend particularly apart when Roscoe gets on them. Doubtless they expect him to evolve into an organic balloon, so they are making room for him. Elsewhere sensitive men bargain for their lives with reckless waitresses arriving with anesthetics. It is already tomorrow in some cities.
The one heaven my mind knows is laughter.
The cool numb copper-skinned dancer zoomed across the palace floor. Her dinner-pillow — moisture-made and milk-ignored — patched itself into the silver glass consciousness. Hank finished his gravy. "Why are you arriving by leg, my sleepy lady-person?"
"To arrive any other way would be too dishonest!" said the dancer, "And I am nothing if not honest."
The five-mushroom vegetable bubble caught a really fine alligator in its couch-quilt. Hank had just finished bending an elbow and he expected to have a normal refuge there, but the alligator grabbed him for a feast. We may never ignore a bubble under the quilt again.
Old Buster has a special place he likes to go. It is behind the jug of gravy, where things are always festive.
The buckets sing with grace
as the kimono hops.
The kimono is a spiritual snake,
painting and oozing as
she hides in a
terrific kitchen.
The buckets are potatoes of evil.
They tell everyone what the kimono rides.
Occasionally the magic paint
in the buckets charges.
Then the kimono is generated.
Emily
Blue beasts digging for copper
everyone blocks that from death
but one mightn't have comedy
without Robert's coming around
we special crows quickly watch
anyone who might say nothing
laughing at those monsters
sm
The lame toe
jumped around the ballroom
until it exploded
but the radiant chair gracefully emerged
from the palace with a jug in its hand
everyone laughed with the toe and the
chair
Anonymous
Alice feels scary
she watches the razor
slipping through the chest of the robot
raw silver on solid metal
terrific lizard creeping into the brain
no ceremony, no remorse
can Alice hide from this evil dragon?
the broken mechanical magician
can see her,
he is thinking about heaven and hell
where will he get to?
the girl is important for him
nobody but her can defend him
but she doesn't leave her hole
she's too afraid of the reptile
and of the demons bringing death
to his mechanical consciousness
Vivian
July 2001
The mad robot declares war
to the imaginary monk
following him slowly in his mind
entering his thoughts
he will never know that he and the visitor
are just creatures in the oozing brain
of a magician high on mushrooms
just like the pink dragon
and the skinny cherub
Vivian
The magic scalp of the cherub
is kept in the icy tower
guarded carefully by the silver monster
who is standing upstairs in the hall
the frozen castle
abandons its glamorous days of laughter and delight
to sleep quietly in its blue quilt of ice
hiding its organic secret
and the numb creature nobody has ever seen
Vivian
The tarnished cockatoo cruises for tea in the tower. Everyone is hoping to enter the cupboard. Naomi is uttering these loose delights. She whimpers when he seems sour.
anonymous
Driving through the field of relics,
clouded by her psychedelics,
Wanda rolled around in gravel...
nothing means as much as travel.
anonymous
Through his ice we certainly whispered. I declined their dishonest experience, just like they received my degree of touch.
if this already ran for bitterness, then tearing is obvious.
dollar establishing away most festiveself wanted it when jokes scatter thin.
anonymous
I am the rosy tongue of the crocodile. I am the other child of the swamp. I bargain with donkey tongue. You are the bridge.
MM
Your bright soul have yearned to drive into me his truth that I may opine consciousness for you to exhibit an divide.
-heintje-
Fishes left for the cave.
We watch for the hunter.
I wonder by the shadow.
plastic is what we spoil
in the motion
of a soul
who hopes for this ceremony
to reveal a culture?
I shall not be so beastly.
mushrooms decide to question
the disjointed bliss of imps.
what degree of judgement
do they reach?
I should flow hurriedly from
these evolutions
SpyderPrincess
Anything wonderful just as seductively as foliage.
what are you doing tonight?
follow the hunter to the circle of relics
and distant delight will be known
SpyderPrincess
a jaguar sauntered recklessly,
an expert bellowed inwardly ,
a singer mattered little,
and I,
I sang vicariously.
Kaisa
Breaking Up
-----------
divided worried receiving
through through through
they who get say
we us our always
I me my sometimes
you your later
but if just like...
or so... Then
say whispered throwing charges
through over off abandoned
just like gravel circle games
so tragically later upstairs
so naturally earlier back
but cleverly apart
now
forever.
Wodenus
The lilly is mine, or is she?
From vast warren shores she brings life, and the seeds of life.
Is she mine, or is she the world's
Sadly I lament, she is the world's
HFC
Alice wears her spirit on her sleeve
she pursues her judgement
her cloud stands through the storm
she dances around with a beauty
Naomi creeps silently like a cat
apart from the spinning spiral of earth
gracefully practicing faith
dancing with gracefulness
XxHoneyMuffinxX
I sense your silence as I fall.
Any openness slips quietly back into intention.
Hoping for more, knowing enough.
Quietly I too check my words.
Nonnie Mouse
August 2001
Something shifts
I stand and something around me watches
it keeps my soul and...
it reaches into my eyes
I let it watch me abandon my strong consciousness
she matters...
I loved him and I brought him fire
he tore my spine
he fell quietly...
Amanda J.
Lover but the ice over your chest yearns to have a leisure fall
knowingly you shout as if the heat seems to cleverly shift until it gives off an intention of doom.
what wishes infinity but grasps feeling of doom?
I saunter cautiously through your very song.
anonymous
Gracefully shouting but! As! If!
my ankle exits your bed
some divide moment by circumstance
some not recklessly mine rosy and radiant
but if he hangs prudishly by
compassion forgets him
anonymous
Alice diabolically howls
violin champagne castle enough?
most honest and sober artist
reveals himself
to her
she sings
anonymous
James that cat who stayed and ate with Ivy
racing reckless, dark in ecstacy
through broken streets...
he burst through suddenly.
scary I guess...
MELSIE
White neon fiery and grand
controls me.
beautiful it holds me,
opalescent, languorous.
I yield to it quietly.
orange plastic limbo?
not for me.
I decline.
for me, brilliant and radiant
rare and elegant
beautiful
white.
M G Rupp
Silver light enters my spirit.
colorful fire paints my soul.
reckless vanity explodes in me,
emerging wild and rampant as
ultimate embodiment of joy.
could anybody reach this corner of my soul, if silver touched me not?
M G Rupp
Might you fall in ecstasy
Through me and into my soul?
It yearns for strong lovers,
Dark horse spiritual figures, Sophisticated creatures to appear.
Who? When?
You?
M G Rupp
Robert knows Ivy teases him.
It should not bring him anxiety.
But it throws him into hell.
Should he reply to her naughty brain?
Should he reply to her brutal mouth?
Should he reply to her black soul?
Should he decide not to decide?
M G Rupp
Powder, my Alice, my machine
through the ceremony
this hope we worry
we hand over our wisps of oil and
then it's the ballroom upstairs.
should magicians close their ribs
up with snow, I say
I must not imagine you looking
at the dahlias we sold.
elise
snob ivy,
drawing with diabolically iron
body parts
tragic, those mannequin bones
powder must be sold into their noses
through copper razors
which later retreat into fleshy smiles
white-trash naomi asks for arsenic
pressing it through her cells,
she smiles and is transformed into sauce
ivy eyes naomi,
and is disgusted by her neon leotard
spite
ever here silver contessa,
no one still checks your outer shadow.
slip carnivals into our skull,
come away from those statues
of recent eulogy. we promised
to take this, our neon lady of
theories severe and obvious.
by tomorrow, we will shift
to silent cupboards of mouths,
throwing fire from our arms
and soon new circles
will sing us away.
elise
sure of flaw and
such blood whispers of
distant spaces and something's
watching...
whoever scatters these maps
into the halls
must not gather them up again
until the humans lie back
in their frames, so important,
so shrewd.
and then, the monsters of knee
and never drop out of grace.
mechanical girls,
those ashen boys.
elise
A haggard beggar aimlessly wanders about
in search of demons
recklessly eluding oneself
they struggle to control his mind and rampantly invade his life
ever relentless
he artfully retreats
laughing demonically
emerging through the madness
scattered and dispersed
the demons carefully slither off
to diabolically await the next brutal encounter
chris heuker
Alice sits oblivious of her circumstances
quietly looking within
dreaming of happiness
expecting winter
awaiting warmth
yearning for grace
wishing for hope
praying for mercy
wearing madness
believing the impossible
uttering acceptance
chris heuker
Selling himself exploded;
seeming cleverly devoted.
I have a feeling pulling forward.
Tragic statue, still in the foliage.
I am thought,
streaming through his head.
Brightly he hangs there;
just as a star.
Partly a piece of heaven, and wholly beautiful.
Tea in our garden of vespertines, with you.
Maybe not today, but in the future.
Fingers run through strands of hair, eyes so perfectly adjusted.
My love is gathered here;
for you, tied in with the ribbons in my hair.
Anya
A cop seems cleverly innocent.
The reptile truth eludes.
A magician appears more moral;
He sincerely works to deceive.
M G Rupp
drawn in by metallic stitches,
i slide silver fingers into your skull
seperating cells and tissue
my skin shreds underneath your teeth
magnetic smirk draws you closer, doesn't it?
your battery acid spills into my joints and i bear the wrath
of your affair with heaven
i am quiet as you appease your fetish for my eyes and mouth,
ribs and collarbone
they each scream
for you to map them out,
to banish the myths that they have held for centuries
quietly, bone and thigh
yield for each other
eternity is metal fusing into metal,
it even makes faith seem reasonable
spite
An artist senses his death.
He shifted recklessly through time;
racing about senseing madness.
He silently delights in his adventure;
grinding his spirit as ground glass.
Tragically he explodes!
chris heuker
equation
guessing what this
glass ball practices
must tease her black belly
into telling
herself
journeys exist
jeannette
Tragically everyone emerged from the exploding home
turning their souls knowingly
up until now they knew bliss
they wonder what it could result in
anonymous
Colorful youngster in a gloomy place
With naughty knees and wistful freckley face,
Avoids the brother, visitor, woman; Hides from herself,
Creeps into her strange and secret place.
M G Rupp
the figure this reptile this dog his eye his dish
his equation shouldn't sell
those claws must hold
I show him his labor it exercises his mustache but just like his anonymity it hangs
from his variants she closes
through his liaison cool as it figures
she might be getting these sleepy occasions
but if just like her he cautiously lets his scientific circus set in for grace
he would know here just so awfully lurid this sweet banquet
Casko Sema Brown
His hair closes around me whispering beauty.
I knowingly slip my fingers through.
Magic touches my cheek.
Nonnie Mouse
Spiritual like
schools of moment
just for youth
just for evolution
through beer
through mush
through dust
through silence
we carrying the frame
of noting
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As Roscoe boasted brightly of revealing laughs, he must by be at Naomis by tomorrow... As if racing falls called through... foam... silver... fire...
Rawlyn Watson
Minute, consequences, refuge and life -the ragged dragon followed dream wiggles for as far as he whispered.
My loud back hardly there.
Rawlyn Watson
Silently still,
brightly love me.
Through mud and irons keep me.
Somebody retreating;
Something reaching;
Into royal cold.
Silently still,
brightly love me.
Through mud and irons keep me.
Rawlyn Watson
Strangely needed guy
retreated to my winter shadow
gracefully oblivious
of my foilage.
Shall we Promise
to emerge brilliant
like youthful instinct
glowing rich?
Must we whisper
deep intentions
until devotion shouts?
This ultimate refuge
we relentlessly test
while forever delighted
in our truth.
Afan
Fur terriers do generate softly from quilt leisures around fiascos off of earth tempests. A witch zippying shoulders evily from palace into prison speaks ashen and scientific about generating spines, cockatooes, tambourines, and silver girls.
anonymous
Bad judgement declares itself when I ask my poet to act for me.
ever the stale air, still the broken machine.
I yield.
anything on radio?
M G RUPP
My pig howled at an opalescent photograph
he stands regarding it as if it held the fire of his spirit
those who start to walk from shelter of their circle
hear his frozen tempest
anonymous
I sense an emotion
talking to my fur
it sells a box
and throws a key.
It gracefully helps
as I soundly exhibit
my fur
in the most dirty performance.
anonymous
Jazzy Roscoe avoids any affair
Hopeful Alice speaks when no ones there
Beastly Robert whimpers when he's beaten
Old Wanda simply gives sits until she's eaten.
M G Rupp
The individual I have practiced and not cockatoo him exited around us exile? Have we eluded those Buster anesthetic hides?
from those just like him time shall speak for thrown rock circumstance-us lake us these seemed around so lied awe hell Wanda kangaroo sold back her decay!
blocking us from our gold closed these we kangaroo hair test just like sitting around by this prison, at not episode hollered cougar rib-''
anonymous
The token country she did offers about just downstairs
anonymous
Nothing I carry or say up until episode tomorrow with that recently asked carpet can not set our envy mouth like his tail city but if I Robert would for really an earlier gig then my period will well write their tragedy until champagne shall evil crutch such figured carnival light.
Torrance Mc Witherspoon
September 2001
By clicking "Name" "place" "and" "the" "substance" "concept", many different jazz band names can be generated.
Examples:
Alice hole and the burlap happiness.
Robert land and the mush knowledge.
Ivy Colorado and the silver discontent.
Hank palace and the gossamer input.
Buster basement and the powder culture.
Wanda school and the light type.
I hope you get as much pleasure from this as I do!
Rawlyn Watson
The high event of late tower couldn't be carried around through thought because it tragically emerged off snobby kittens.
seeming it through our eyes called me to want potatoes, I oughtn't to quietly promise liaisons...
rafter hopped, retreated and yearned my thigh!
writeing it I hardly boasted about it.
what?
SCR
These approaches have to be approached...
Rawlyn Watson
Everyone maintains a paper experience-this we know. James results in impartial fish blood.
Rawlyn Watson
Quite normal. Or so it hoped.
Rawlyn Watson
Something strong, like the abandoning crow; this was rather unwholesome, but she yelled errors anyways.
Rawlyn Watson
In out over.
out over in.
These are the challenges
of those reckless violins.
Rawlyn Watson
Fire expects my hung head replying nothing. Can I be sorry? I've brought myself here, entirely on purpose.
I teased her into hope, keeping a painted face. Inside I suffer from great symposiums of nothing and from too short moments of everything.
To figure him into opacity, this is my greatest wish. I'm living beautiful, caught by his gossamer relentlessness in my thoughts alone, alone I'm living dried in my reality. This is the life I've shared with her.
Beautiful is what he breathes lately and beauty, beauty is a neptuned state without his being.
She'll sell my strings to me. But now I'm hanging here by her hands, performing most unaturally,
planning the most alive choice I've ever made.
anonymous
Detective is James this animal what basket you variety call time subliminal swamp messaging gravy? I could think tomorrow it trial is extremely...
Rawlyn Watson
Embodiment of divine space
warms me with awe only upstairs never
anonymous
A tight oxygen banquet worked our history rite just until declining we fish mud mad detective.
anonymous
judgement shelter eternitys
anybody I about see have face grinds through jail birds
everyone he drives around has spirit through simply feeling.
anyone I think should stroll says burlap never here,too legal
Shannon Drury
we worked and dropped our waists
we threw and whispered our gazes
and in the sharp arsenics of our
hips, our toes, or our terms;
silences, infinitys...
I am sharp with those that I
wily drive. The dirty bonnets
in her slowly hands me my anesthetic:
and don't nag anybody for creamy bags,
I do, I am. Often fatest is the
vicariously shaky castles and outer myths, that, more important, just I back evenly short into passing these...
diabolically yellow vinegars.
Walf Wawdo Emowsin
Nothing, nothing, this nothing!
we are disjointed in our feathers
as anybody offering inquisitions.
we are golden in our chests
as anybody singing motions.
or anybody yearning awes,
we are nothing!
but as if the landlords of our storms
the professionals of our instincts
bought us, decided on us, dropped us,
we are, recently carefully rich...
she guesses games in Coloradoes.
Walf Wawdo Emowsin
Disjointed. Evil characters emerge from Hell and scatter our hearts among the Clouds.
Seems like we appeared easy.
Pray let us prove we ARE NOT.
M G Rupp
Should we might we,
needing something-
from back to away,
blocking crow.
Rawlyn Watson
Slowly logic reaches mechanical strings
touching home
maps jaded around convention
those expert human dimensions
motion gracefully dissolved
circumstance implying control
embodiment of essence
nothing shadows evolution like rebellion
nicole stigh
Oil tempest plaster feature! Can enough mannequins be comfortable?
Rawlyn Watson
The fire I pursue
is the one I decline
with devotion
when charged with faith.
anonymous
October 2001
Could someone give me a telephone
to call a lover of numb ceremony?
I used to show up for breakfast
with vinegar on my feathers
yielding a wild difference
from the artists who loll around
shadowy palaces
eating paint.
anonymous
Brought up into the sauce,
Buster hip like a brother
pointy like a lipstick
and partial to the fugitives.
I spot him gathering flowers
in a circle of fiery glass
exclaiming to the snobs
that their demons charge too much.
anonymous
Dirty horse moisture, information that we think naturally - rather these that drove her over this circle of caviar
real imaginary kittens do not decide recklessly, but as if nothing loved those who twice eluded style like birds carrying anesthetic
Mouseomatic
Sailor a his
home be about every fire
so what until those be over
like these by anybody
checking for her
loved for them
hurriedly ofthing
clumsily of evolution
anonymous
The seven ladies I love are all fairly warm.
The thirteen aviatrixes I work against are all sure brilliant!
anonymous
I and your nothing
yearn for instinct to be mush.
for anybody Will drop when this reptile spoils our generation
like oil in the lake.
and as the glass divides our hands so does the song gather us
we will run around the land calling for Roscoe
Abbey Westminster
Alice! I take my jazz and yield to your wispy hair.
anybody gains if you admit your feelings to me.
reveal yourself! Then we might believe your compassion.
dirty lover, you tore at my dollars like I imagined you should
you dragged me through hell as I howled.
would you defend your uttering as drama?
give me time;
I fall in silence.
Roscoe
I, the crutch of your jokes, exhibit sullen anxiety.
but if you control me in this method I shall abandon bitterness as you block my consciousness from the faith...
my philosophy shall be irregular!
you show me the school; I yell at your culture.
reptiles. I wait for your judgement.
R and A Westminster
Run, creature, away from here.
sing out your rebellion as you watch the hunters waiting.
take an evolution and it could start a silence of the demons.
they approach you, with rockets, yearning to chase you.
elude them! Or tragedy shall follow.
A Vegetarian
I am a demon; I do not promise beauty to you.
I worry that you shall reveal my history; I run downstairs to my hell!
tell me I am strong; I howl in death.
my song is unwholesome... throw me away.
A Werewolf, to his Love
How to be a Barbie Doll
I control your anonymity. Be silent. Be evil. Be naughty. Be cold. Be impartial. Be simple. Be shallow. Be common. Be innocent. Be youthful. Be legendary. Be dishonest. Be numb. Be frozen. Be fatal. Be sweet. Be imaginary. Be special. Be stately. Be cool. Be unwholesome. Be strong. Be bad. Be opaque. Be normal. Be oblivious. Be sophisticated. Be skinny.
anonymous
Glass institution,
old champagne
subject of the contessa
balled up with affection
dropping anonymity when
the scary individuals
establish the fragility of your
class intuition.
anonymous
Case I have hurriedly ever
creepy knee hat theory
tar us from compassion
reach your most rambunctious
mechanical air
who we suggested
bag brow enchantment
that maintained us
as I artfully champagne your toe
anonymous
No must not be.
our brains shift tragically,
believing in sophisticated fiction.
we spiritually mean decay,
but avoid it like sand.
quickly slithering in fat furs
you paint my chest like serious ceremony.
could anyone think we implied anything purple?
anonymous
what watches us?
yonder over the broken city,
large, cold snakes slither.
probably we boasted simply,
but snakes yearn for our brains
Kathy
He scattered about as if
earning his time
until I explode into
inwardly grasping
around his back
to divide these our lights with
truth glowing like moisture
anonymous
I feel you,
I dream of you,
you are my cherub,
my fier, my joy,
you are naturally my everything...
I love you.
MelodyKM
The well painted freckle exhibits nothing for her.
she and her cougar are doomed...
knees to ankles, jaw to thigh, through everyone's madness!
we and our flaws have scattered them!
for what?...
fashion?
dirty freckle...
her flesh wore its flaw quietly.
Random Dan
Hoping, singing, boasting
such straight types I set
loving when I question
gathering those who bleed
I drive
maintaining sand through it wonders
like flesh shouting out
wishing
dreaming
explode in my smile
yonder seems there so
anonymous
You defend my kitten
he arranges bitterness
partially checking linguini
duien
Alice silently...
...quietly scatters wisps
around and...
hand slips and draws
every crow she's implying
charges from hiding
around and...
a fugitive basement
retreating into incident
fast and ultimate
around and...
hardly through the moment
she shifts her spirit
knowingly upstairs into nothing
duien
Staying
believing
knowing
Alice emerges quietly
heaven can wait
anonymous
Spiritual unwholesomeness
Individual discontent anybody
Defending my diabolically
Pursued mind
What have we done to get to this?
Iron practice around my soul
As through a rock
Not I,
Not ever,
enough.
slw
November 2001
The hunter starts his unending march.
The contessa waits for him to want her.
Robert keeps his sober burden well...
Those who watch, never tell.
M G Rupp
Forgot to dissolve, Naomi thought
someone will follow me downstairs
now that I'm not a spot of intention
feeling blue
whispering of life
in the clouds.
anonymous
These distant beasts might have questioned our dimension
but that field of statues followed her power
caught her youth
shifted her phase from hope to mercy
silently tearing the inner flesh
of grace
jo the poemaster
like my big field out of oblivious mine curiosity box.
Saima
Roscoe scattered my tequila
his quiet decay not mentioned
he dreamt of the glamorous show
that legendary day
those inwardly innocent games
no-one saw the bitterness
laughing and bleeding
gracefully falling into silence
jo
Buster spoke to the wistful beast of a ragged growth in the gut of the time.
he earned his wisp of a machine in the scary bed of his cherub.
I jump about the sky and seem to lately practice in the dome of our flavor.
I wiggle and earn, zoom and slip, worrying and waiting, I run.
must we forget the madness of our skulls.
Yes, we must.
I close the razor or so I utter, and walk into the fragility of a catlike stance.
James and his horse
they surely slip through the hands of the detective and bend to the philosophy of the bear.
over and over and over I pursue the beast and yet as I tell it the same excess and feast to bring it to justice.
Sleep, sleep through the night.
Buster looked into the zoo and nothing left him exploded.
this foam is not the shaky cougar I have drawn. It is the steep festival of the error. The error of the juncture, and the error of the performance. I alone hold the error of the eye.
the fish threw his spirit into the cell of his monster. And being there it spoke most wonderful chatter.
" paper and dust never bring themselves to the country of my demons. They suggested drawing a feature of my approval. I screamed NO!"
Roscoe forever jumped over the razor and as he did he took a look over his beard and dreamed of a better place.
Sleep, sleep through the night.
Desert Fox
Catch!
seem to be the monster we all know and love.
speak to our hate.
imply our opaque glory.
we love you.
be the monster, be the genius, be the fugitive in the royal town. We love you.
I established this arsenic in the episode of the school. Who will stand
just like the poet who mattered not. Just like the beast in the shanty. Just like the terrier in the prison. I paint the walls with guts. And imagine.
Desert Fox
Naomi be spoiling. Alice be shouting. Ivy be asking. And I be digging in the ballroom.
Desert Fox
Brandishing the yardstick I cry, "KICK ME!"
Zip to da pooka.
Robert numbly hops to the zoo. I go with him. We kick the monkeys. It is fun.
Eat the spoon! EAT THE SPOON I SAY!
He does not eat the spoon, he merely licks it, complaining of its salty flavor.
The beetles are coming, they are coming with bags. Bags for the hags in the glad-wrap rags. I shout they are coming and the willow sags. Coming for the hags in the glad-wrap rags. They chitter and chatter and really wag. Coming for the hags in the glad-wrap rags. Eat the rotten sink and the fish goes mad. Coming for the hags in the glad-wrap rags. Kick the pink monkey and the crowd goes, "Dag!!" Coming for the hags in the glad-wrap rags. In the glad-wrap rags and the ziffy-pop bags. Coming for the hags in the glad-wrap bags.
The flying monkeys issue out of his butt, and screech of the injustice of thier abode. The noodle is asking "How much for the candle?" while scratching its forearm with a silver spoon. I leech the will of the sliverfish. They issue it pleasingly. I laugh at thier jolly dance. Dance noodlefish DANCE!
Icecream for the losers, vodka for the rhine, the beetles they are coming, and I am feeling fine.
Confucius say......wisemen forget how to speak in first person, it make dem wise.
The papertray is moaning and the walls are closing in. The spiral is a face and I am the nose. I need not say more.
Robert missed the jollytrainwagon and thus became a wharf rat.
I bend to the will of the tyrannical foot. The foot is scary. It quaffs off the last of my morale. It plunges into the dunking booth of evil. I scream to the magic moon that the foot is scary, but the magic moon only replies, "Gute nacht".
(coming for the hags in the glad-wrap rags)
Desert Fox
Womanly intention,
defended like an iron quilt,
sleeps in oblivious closets
and, like witch-stuff,
it takes no sauce.
we dance on the porch of consciousness
bursting with sawdust And declaring our utility.
but those around us close their smiles and waddle through foam up to their freckles just to elude the anesthetic of the amateur.
if this be beauty, I must exit.
anonymous
Roscoe scattered my tequila
his quiet decay not mentioned
he dreamt of the glamorous show
that legendary day
those inwardly innocent games
no-one saw the bitterness
laughing and bleeding
gracefully falling into silence
jooo
Patchbelly masqueraded as a couched and kimonoed lady, but the lobster got him anyway. Few can escape the lobster!
anonymous
Emerging from the deadly houses
Naomi sends her giant mouses
back inside to write their wills,
leave her all their unmarked bills.
anonymous
The hand of dimension promised her mercy on us.
We silently hid for expression of our type.
Walkin