The Poem Thread.
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Mon Mar 17, 2003 @ 5:28pm |
 Coolness: 685580 | In the history of the human race
Of all the inspirations for the separation of man from his true tribal culture Of all the inspirations for acts of violence from one man onto another, From one nation onto another, from one oppressor onto the oppressed. There is no more guilty party and inspiration than those books known As the holy bible the Koran and the bagavad gita to spread separation of mankind. The bible is bullshit, the bible is bullshit The bible is bullshit, the Koran is a lie, the bagavad gita did not fall from the sky These are the books that were written by men. They've caused wars, now follow if you can, They took away our love and gave us fear Tried to make us hate the one who put us here Then they took our sacred songs and made them wrong Then they took away our prayers and gave us theirs The bible is bullshit, the Koran is a lie, the bagavad gita did not fall from the sky These are the books that were written by men. They've caused wars, now follow if you can, First they created sin so they could win Then they built the cages they could put us in Then they took away our tribes and gave us jail Then they took away the earth and gave us hell The bible is bullshit, the Koran is a lie, the bagavad gita did not fall from the sky These are the books that were written by men. They've caused wars, now follow if you can, It's time for you to love one another It's time for you recognize your brother It's time for us to stop killing our mother It's time for us to care for each other The bible is bullshit, the bible is bullshit The bible is bullshit, the bible is bullshit It's time for you to love one another It's time for you recognize your brother It's time for us to stop killing our mother It's time for us to take care of each other It's time for you to love one another It's time for you recognize your brother It's time for us to stop killing our mother It's time for us to take care of each other The bible is bullshit, the Koran is a lie, the bagavad gita did not fall from the sky These are the books that were written by men. They've caused wars, now follow if you can, They took away our love and gave us fear Tried to make us hate the one who put us here Then they took our sacred songs and made them wrong Then they took away our prayers and gave us theirs The bible is bullshit, the Koran is a lie, the bagavad gita did not fall from the sky These are the books that were written by men. They've caused wars, now follow if you can, First they created sin so they could win Then they built the cages they could put us in Then they took away our tribes and gave us jail Then they took away the earth and gave us hell The bible is bullshit, the Koran is a lie, the bagavad gita did not fall from the sky These are the books that were written by men. They've caused wars, now follow if you can, It's time for you to love one another It's time for you recognize your brother It's time for us to stop killing our mother It's time for us to care for eachother The bible is bullshit, the bible is bullshit The bible is bullshit, the bible is bullshit The bible is bullshit, the bible is bullshit The bible is bullshit, the bible is bullshit The Bible is Bullshit - Corporate Avenger |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» da_instagatah replied on Mon Mar 17, 2003 @ 5:45pm |
 Coolness: 144220 | Dope shit |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» toebee replied on Mon Mar 17, 2003 @ 8:06pm |
 Coolness: 87055 | you waste your breath
what you deserve is death you backstab all you think is "too bad" I find it fuckin sad that the good people out there are so rare why dont they all learn a lesson instead of always repeatin' the same old mistakes theyre just a bunch of FAKES id like to spit in your face fucking HUMAN RACE... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» mdc replied on Mon Mar 17, 2003 @ 11:28pm |
 Coolness: 148805 | i sat there in waiting
for some kind of meaning to shower on me but the meaning came flooding when i stopped waiting life is good life is great the world is beautiful what a wonderful world |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» mdc replied on Wed Mar 26, 2003 @ 1:14pm |
| Coolness: 148805 | Now then, where was I...
i moved to the city some years ago now. i was quite alone. and as i walked cold corners... darkness came down to greet us. us the lonely. lovers jogged towards streetcar doors with arms full of flowers. i had notions of romance. the tasting of chocolate off supple bellies. the most delicious of wines grown in passion soaked vineyards. and god's simple gift of a kiss. but that night i was my own and no one else's. i watched sleepy windows go dark one by one. when love grows...it is beyond all else. it is to be nurtured every moment. love can make your eyes heavy...and you must be careful not to sleep. be awake in the night. as dogs prowl to take the flower. as men start war and leave their women's beds empty and longing. be awake to protect your love every moment. recognize it's great gifts. think to die only for that. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PaT_ replied on Sun Mar 30, 2003 @ 10:01pm |
| Coolness: 116285 | im clicking your figers,
for a gothic twilight, that actualy existed, just in your head, your finger nails, painted black, or blood red, i forget, and your fake leather volumes, gabbering... on hell, manifest decadents.... that you hoped to exhail, your eyes tried so hard to glitter, a scar snuffing black, so you opened your books, and you opened your legs, and so opened your heart, and let in the badness.... you clamed, as your friend, with un-angle's hovering, like fly's round the orchard, but itd covered your soul, there empire increasing, and your country, deserted, by your self...... the bells of saint mary call us to remeber, that life, is with end. and the gestures, can kill us, more over, destroy, and there is one judgement only. your letters came dayly, in french or in german, but they ment to nothing to me..... i see all to cleary now, why you could be disgarded, and though, i could pray for you, i propably sh'ant, having my glass filled up, with your lies, and your make-up, you were nothing...thinking your something. and none the less, i still write this gothic love song, a sign, to myself, a memory of my past. i still write, this gothic love song, i sign to myself, a memory of the past, and a way to shut out your face. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» psychobitch replied on Mon Mar 31, 2003 @ 9:36am |
| Coolness: 40450 | God Called In Sick Today
Let's admire the pattern forming. Murderous filigree. I'm caught in the twisting of the vine. Go ascend with ivy, climbing. Ignore and leave for me the headstone crumbling behind. I can't help my laughter as she cries. My soul brings tears to angelic eyes I'll let animosity unwind. rip out the darkened pages, hidden so shamefully. I'll still feel the violence of the lines. I can't stand my laughter as they cry. My soul brings tears to angelic eyes. And miles away my mother cries. Omnipotence, nurturing malevolence. -kill me |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Unknown User replied on Mon Mar 31, 2003 @ 7:38pm |
| Coolness: 90 | For Conor. .. .
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall? Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes? Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you. Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched and does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much? Does he lay awake listening to your breath? Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes. Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor? For every speck of tile there are a thousand more that you won’t ever see but most hold inside yourself eternally. I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death. In every city, memories would whisper, Here is where you rest. I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine..: You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours. In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed. And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands. And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry’s end where I wrote..: You make me happy when the skies are gray. You make me happy the skies are gray and gray and gray. Well the clock’s heart it hangs inside its open chest with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself but I will not weep for those dying days. For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed. And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» G__ replied on Mon Mar 31, 2003 @ 8:18pm |
| Coolness: 141355 | BEST...POEM...EVER!!!
Susie had a mustache a mustache a mustach susie had a mustache and polly had a beard Now susie looked peculiar, peculiar, peculiar susie looked peculiar and polly looked weird Susie got the garden shears, the garden shears, the garden shears susie got the garden shears and polly got a bomb Now susie's face is smooth again, smooth again, smooth again susie's face is smooth again and polly's face is gone right now, is when the Reading Rainbow button, would do real nice... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Miller replied on Mon Mar 31, 2003 @ 8:47pm |
 Coolness: 57180 | the phone is ringing,
but here i linger. watch out butt, here comes my finger. the end |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flatlinedive replied on Tue Apr 8, 2003 @ 10:29pm |
| Coolness: 63895 | the blade above my heart
cuts through and I weep to find you here in my dark hearts keep all love is lost in the echoes of time the cackle of the shrew rings through my mind I find myself here in the home of the ghosts in this dying ground of the haunted, the forgotten, the lost. I meet no maker I see no light all hope is tarnished by my dark keepers delights |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» bob_ replied on Tue Apr 8, 2003 @ 10:31pm |
 Coolness: 102195 | pretty beautiful jungle-elf |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PaT_ replied on Wed Apr 9, 2003 @ 1:25am |
| Coolness: 116285 | ya i really liked that jungle-elf... you wrote that or...?
"Just thought... i ought so here it is planed out no dought with nothing left out. found all the mistakes you see, not one and still so easy it makes me crazy to see, yes one... ...the mistake's with me i wont even disagree no matter how perfect it looks to me it will never be so easy oh no it will never be..." |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flatlinedive replied on Wed Apr 9, 2003 @ 7:19am |
| Coolness: 63895 | thanks kataleptic and lucky star
yeah i wrote it |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» da_instagatah replied on Thu Apr 24, 2003 @ 7:04pm |
| Coolness: 144220 | Fuck You
I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck who you are Fuck You Niggaz is this and that I'm even, even better than before I don't give a fuck who you are Fuck you Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best I don't give a fuck who you are Fuck you Niggaz is this and that I'm even, even better than before I don't give a fuck who you are Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best - Fuck You 50 cent. you know who you are. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Bunnytronix replied on Thu Apr 24, 2003 @ 7:22pm |
 Coolness: 152500 | Shit!
I bought a poem of a squeegee for 0,15$ (it's all I had.. I would have giving more) I'll post it 2morrow.. it's too fucking hilarious... something about your sexe making noize in mine... lol! we'll see 2morrow. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» da_instagatah replied on Thu Apr 24, 2003 @ 7:59pm |
| Coolness: 144220 | B, I'm feeling it from the heart now, B.
Yo straight up, yo, this Murder, Harlem World is the clique I'm with my nigga Killer, and we bout to lay it down 4 y'all niggaz All yall faggot ass niggaz out there that wouldn't give us $300 dollars for the tape To make a demo, FUCK YALL NIGGAZ All y'all bitches that wouldn't suck my dick when I was Mason Betha FUCK YALL BITCHES And all yall bitches that wanna fuck my nigga* Huddy Combs cuz he roll wid me, FUCK YALL BITCHES All y'all niggaz that fucked around and made my nigga Blood can't be here Poppin' on niggaz, mayn, FUCK YALL NIGGAZ Aaah, oooh. Fuck you, fuck you This goes out to you know who Who never let me gamble or play numbers, you always talkin' bout I'm fuckin' too young And what about that fuckin', that fuckin' transit cop Who was there every time I had to fuckin' hop the train Wanted to play like he fuckin' ran the whole station Like he, like he had to run the whole fuckin' shift Also yeah, yah... To the teacher who failed me To the bitch who never bailed me, yah, you thought I wasn't getting out, right, bitch?! Well now, I got out, fuck you Plus she never gave me no bread Plus she never gave me no head And that pussy was soooo wack It was wack, B. Yo, fuck you! Yeah, you thought I wouldn't go pro But now I'm fuckin' yo' hoe HaHa!! Fuck you But I know these, these bitches wanna say ' fuck these niggaz', too, right? He want you to lick his balls But, yo, his dick is small. Ha Tell that nigga, fuck you Fuck him, B. Yah, he always wanna come beat it But the nigga never wanna eat it Fuck that nigga, Cam will eat it, I really don't care. Fuck him He never spends a dime And yo he never comes home on time. Fuck them, B. Fuck you, fuck you, fu-u-u-u-uck you! FUCK YOU! Fuck you, fuck you, fu-u-u-u-uck you! FUCK YOU! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you Fuck y-o-o-o-o-o-ou Hey FUCK YOU Man, fuck you |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» mdc replied on Thu Apr 24, 2003 @ 8:00pm |
| Coolness: 148805 | cheese is good
cheese is great i love cheese.. it's great |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» toebee replied on Fri Apr 25, 2003 @ 6:42pm |
| Coolness: 87055 | drop it
I lay here on this damp grass, where I know the moment will last. I look up to the sky, those stars will never say goodbye. I feel the wind, I give it a grin. I think of you, I feel the tear drop I think of you, I wish I could stop. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» toebee replied on Fri Apr 25, 2003 @ 6:47pm |
| Coolness: 87055 | .Throbbing feelings.
They come and go They pound, I shout In agony, on my knees, leave me alone, will you please? I dont like the tear in your eye, I dont like that liquid lie. No use is my mind, something I cannot find. No use is time, Im fucking blind. |
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