ÚÄ Ü Ü Ü Ü Ä¿ Ûßß ÛßÛ ß Û Û Ûßß ÜÜÛ ß ÛÛÜ Û Ü ßßÛ ÛÜÛ Û Û Û Ûß Û Û Û Û Þ ÛÜß ÛÛÛ Û ÛÛÛ ÛÛÛ ÛÛÛ ÛÛÛ ÛÛÛ ÛÛÛ Û Þ ÛßÛ ÀÄ ÄÙ Ä electronic literary 'zine Ä *ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ* ù ÄÄ´ volume one ÃÄÄ ù *ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ* stop plagiarism - let out your soul Copyright 1994 ú úùcompiled & edited by Twilightùú ú ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ þ Table of Contents þ ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúù 1. A New Day's Frost - Blue Powder 2. Challenge Me. - Zidjian 3. Control - Falling Leaves 4. Cheating - Twilight 5. Dancing Blood - Angel Alice 6. Dateline PMS (Predictions, Mistakes, and Stupidity) - Black Sabbath 7. Dead Leaves - Sin 8. I Don't Believe - Twilight 9. I Remember You - Twilight 10. I'll Be A Friend To You - Angst 11. It Is Finished - Sin 12. Jack. - Twilight 13. Lies, All Lies - Twilight 14. Love Goes Boom - Homer the Brave 15. Lust - G. Mahan, aka Kinky Kiss 16. Mass Production - Silent Scream 17. Metamorphosis - J.D. 18. Midnight Sky - Happy Phantom 19. More - Paladin Lord 20. Pool - C. Eric 21. Propagation Of Error - ac869@freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU / zme 22. Sanguine - Marcella G., aka Lolly-Pop/Kleeo 23. Siren - Sin 24. Suicide Blonde - Angel Alice 25. Suicide Is Painless - Mike Altman and Johnny Mandel 26. The Dead God - Joshua Smith, aka The Dead God 27. 'Til Death Do Us Part - SunStryke 28. To Be Or Not To Be - Twilight 29. Two, Not One - Twilight 30. Untitled - Angst 31. Untitled - Armand 32. Untitled - Blackstar 33. Untitled - Blue Powder 34. Untitled - Capt. Spastic 35. Untitled - Homer the Brave 36. Untitled - Jello Biafra 37. Untitled - Leah 38. Untitled - Leah 39. Untitled - Matthew and Gunnar Nelson 40. Untitled - Shadou 41. Untitled - Silent Scream 42. Vampyre - Shadou þ Including Quotes From: The Bible, Christopher Buckley, Kurt Cobain, Congreve, Jo Coudert, Flier, Henry Ford, "Jack Handey", John Lennon, Courtney Love, Stephen Lush (aka Fusion), Michel Monnot, Charles Ruffing, Shadou, and Twilight ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ A New Day's Frost þ Blue Powder ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúù There is a lone voice that fills the air and echoes in despair And to the moon it cries at night on its endless flight Seeking an answer Finding a way On to another day There is a fading light that has no eyes to seek out the lies It flickers out and it grows dark as I wear the mark Seeking a truth Finding a way On to another day There are no thoughts and little emotion just the ocean of many feelings and nothing to feel while we heal Seeking a peace Finding a way On to another day "Failure is the opportunity to begin again more intelligently." Ä Henry Ford Challenge Me. þ Zidjian ùúùúùúùúùúùúù - Challenge me. - That's all I want. - Just challenge me. > I challenge you. - Good, now you're dead. > What do you mean? - Look at yourself. - Are you there? - Are you sure? - Look again. - How can you be there if you're dead? > I'm not there. - Look at your hand. - What do you see? - Do you see a hand? - Or something else? > I'm not sure. > I don't want to challenge you. > I want to run. - Run? - Run where? - You're locked in a room with no walls. > Where's the door? - There is no door. > How do I get out? - You don't. > Why are you doing this? - You challenged me. > Stop the room. > I want to get off. - It's too late for that. > I'm sorry. > God, I'm sorry. - You're dead. - Challenge me. Control þ Falling Leaves ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùú Tell me what to do. That's what I need. If you don't, who will? I can't do anything on my own I need to be controlled. Control me. Make me your desire. That's what I need. Make my every thought be of uselessness. I am vulnerable I am in love. This sickening disease that helps you to control me. I am no longer myself. What do you want from me? I am not who I used to be. I am you. You control me. Control me. Let me die my horrible death. I will be your burden no more just let me die now so I can be as you wish when I die in your control. Let me be me because I don't want to be you any more. Cheating þ Twilight ùúùúùúùúùú Look at you. God, look at that smile... You're mixing me up Fuckin' messin' with my brain ...and my heart. I'm in love, you fool! Don't mess with me My affection belongs elsewhere and I can't go on lending it - to you. Tellin' ya to leave me alone Go way, I can't look at you But...I want to. I need to... You turn me on. You send me for rides on the emotional roller coaster Travelin' from place to place Doomed to repeat past mistakes What should I do? Should I give you a chance Don't want to never know your love But will it be both ways? Cuz...I have it already... I have love - Right *here*. Don't want to regret giving up a good thing... for nothing. Is it really that good, though... Should I move on - and fall into your arms... that enticing embrace... Damn you. Damn you and the confusion you bring. Can't choose...one or the other But...lust is safe Lust doesn't hurt As long as it doesn't turn to love. Dancing Blood þ Angel Alice ùúùúùúùúùúùúù Music blasting through my brain, Pounding on my body, I surrender and let it seduce me, Like a gypsy's swirling skirt and golden earrings. Wild hair is lifted by the fingers of the wind. Barefoot on the grass, I dance. Fast and hard, like the rhythm of two pulsing bodies. Mine, and the music. Passionate virgin lovemaking. The night sings in rage and fury. The moon shines lucidly. The scent of jasmine intoxicates my body, The scent of passion intoxicates my soul. The ground tears my feet, the blood flows freely. My blood, my dancing blood, spills to the earth, Where it is swallowed. Faster the music beats me, Around and around. Faster the steps, Faster the blood flows, Faster the wind blows, Faster the world spins, Harder. Faster. I am flying. Dateline PMS (Predictions, Mistakes, and Stupidity) Guaranteed 95.8% Inside Joke Free! þ Black Sabbath ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúù ???? 1992 - Little old lady commercials go out of style Dec. 1993 - Santa Claus seen with venison in freezer, convicted of first degree murder Jan. 1994 - Jack Frost robs a liquor store, sez he was framed Feb. 1994 - Cupid shoots arrow through passerby's heart, beaten to death by L.A. cops Mar. 1994 - Local teacher, Mr. Brecht, finally petitioned out of job, ends up fighting as a Latino mercenary and eventually escapes into African jungle to teach apes math Apr. 1994 - Industrial Tech. glue turns bloody, teacher referred to nurse May 1994 - Andrew Keller makes Anarchial history, but couldn't attend Nobel Chemistry Prize Awards because one part of him left over after the explosion felt camera-shy Jun. 1994 - Howl-Net goes up, takes over world supercomputers, and eventually begins World War Three, which results in nuclear holocaust; when SysOp asked about incident, quoted as saying "Oops, wrong button." Jul. 1994 - Clarence Thomas finds in his Cheerios what was connected to that hair Aug. 1994 - Atari makes a comeback with Andre Agassi Pong Sep. 1994 - Menthos debuts their new catch phrase, "The Freshmaker!" Nov. 1994 - Huh? Dec. 1994 - Santa Claus on death row, Homey Claus takes over, everyone gets socks in their stockings Jan. 1995 - Jesus' image shows up on Mikhail Gorbachev's forehead Feb. 1995 - Webster's speling go intoo efekt, stoopid peepole beecum smaart (For those of you ignorants who don't know, Noah Webster suggested making words spelled like they sounded...almost got his idea put in effect!) Mar. 1995 - Quail rekognissed as politikal jeenious hoo kan reelee spel potatoe Apr. 1995 - Disknee, ahem, Disney releases their knew, I mean new documentary, Mr. Ed : Just Another Talking Horse or Hero To Millions? May 1995 - Did you ever have that not so fresh feeling? Jun. 1995 - WHAT?!? Jul. 1995 - (Overheard at nursing home) Gran'son, lissen, deed you know about, eh, the new things, you know, to, uh, protect yourself? The... (cough)...condoms? Aug. 1995 - Yeah, Gramps, I use those. Of course I know about them. Sep. 1995 - Eh!? Well........could you get me some? Nov. 1995 - Enough with the bad jokes! You're wasting precious lines Dec. 1995 - Santa released from state pen, abuses Rudolph, and is sent up the river for good this time Jan. 1996 - Dan Quayle seen drunk coming on to several women in singles bar, is grounded by his parents Feb. 1996 - (Dan Quayle) But MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! Mar. 1996 - (Mom Quayle) No buts. It's already bad enough you can't spell potatoe! Why, just yesterday I found you ordering lingerie with J. Edgar Hoover! You're grounded and that's final! Apr. 1996 - (Dan Quayle) But MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! May 1996 - Playboy Bunny anounces his candidacy for president of US Jun. 1996 - Beached whale at Palm Springs turns out to be just a bloated dead human body left out in sun too long Jul. 1996 - Godzilla spotted in Las Vegas casino playing blackjack with Elvis and the Tooth Fairy Aug. 1996 - Kids in K.I.S.D. sent back to school, principals all over district mysteriously disappear Sep. 1996 - Kids in H.I.S.D. go back to school, principals all over district reportedly kidnapped by K.I.S.D. kids when H.I.S.D. superintendent stated in press conferences, "Those stupid K.I.S.D. kids and their schools built on rice fields, they had to go back to school a MONTH EARLIER!!! HA HA HA HA!!! Oct. 1996 - Freddy returns and attcks kids who are now grandparents in Elm Street Nursing Home, but is overcome by arthritis and finally decides to settle down Nov. 1996 - Ballot casting time and Dan Quayle wins Dec. 1996 - No wait, Dan Quayle WHINES. Sorry. Real winner is Ed MacMahon Jan. 1997 - Ed sez during ceremonial inaugration, "Okay! My term is going to address a serious issue, which is OVERDUE LIBRARY BOOKS! Any punks with any overdue library books must face the consequences! NO OVERDUE LIBRARY BOOKS IN '97!!!" Feb. 1997 - Bystander releases footage of Cupid getting beaten by L.A. cops, cops pardoned on every charge Mar. 1997 - In outrage, all workers at Hallmark's Valentine Day Commitee stage a humongous riot, smashing store windows and tearing up hearts and little Easter Bunny pictures Apr. 1997 - Cops quickly found guilty and electrocuted, Cupid is awarded new bowstrings and some decent clothes May 1997 - Spring rains raise worldwide ocean levels, ecologists all over world baffled Jun. 1997 - (OVERHEARD AT SAVE THE EARTH RALLY) DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU TO HELL! I'M GOING TO SPRAY GALLONS OF FREON INTO THE ATMOSPHERE!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Jul. 1997 - Nerds return to Muscle Beach, pounded into sand by Bloodthirsty, the new Me Phi Me fraternity member Aug. 1997 - Kendall Branch FINALLY gets a new book, "The 1954 Sears Roebuck And Company Catalogue" Sep. 1997 - Mick Jagger, now 112, releases new album, "The Prune Juice Has Gone Bad" Oct. 1997 - George Burns, now 2,671 years old, stars in, "Casablanca, a Remake for Old Geezers" Nov. 1997 - Ed MacMahon impeached when found trying to cash $15 million dollar check made out to winner of Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes; his veep, Johnny Carson, takes over Dec. 1997 - I-N-X-S releases their new album, "Jingle Bell Latin American Contemporary Rock for People Living Alternate Lifestyles" Jan. 1998 - Arkansas refuses to stop dropping big rocks on their death row inmates Feb. 1998 - Robin Leech lets loose his comeback show, "The Not So Rich And Famous Life Anymore Of Donald Trump" Mar. 1998 - A man goes to his doctor. His doctor sez, "You're too fat, lose some weight!" Apr. 1998 - The man replies, "I'd like a second opinion." May 1998 - And so the doctor sez back, "Okay, yer ugly too." Jun. 1998 - Ugh. That was pretty bad. Goes to show what I'd do for Howl. Jul. 1998 - Whuuuuut? Aug. 1998 - I Dunnno. Sep. 1998 - Focus! Focus! Oct. 1998 - What?!? Be ON SUBJECT!?! Black Sabbath does not do "on subject." Nov. 1998 - Charles Manson released from death row, announces his candidacy as a Republican Dec. 1998 - Electoral College votes... Jan. 1999 - ...and votes...and votes...and votes... Feb. 1999 - Electoral College found in hibernation, government decides to flip coin instead Mar. 1999 - Heads Manson, Tails Dahmer Apr. 1999 - Manson wins, sacrifices his running mate to the Nazi sign on his forehead May 1999 - Manson announces everyone has to join his "family", is impeached and sent to Uganda in exile Jun. 1999 - Arnold Schwarzenneger sent to prison when they find big pink steriod pills in his Wheaties one morning Jul. 1999 - He sez, "I Wuz FRRAAAAAAMED! Ya! I thought zeh were Marshmallows! Haaalp me!" Aug. 1999 - Nils Benson makes great discovery; finally finds the ON button on his 3,000 button Hewlett Packard Calculator with 2 megs Ram and pocket printer Sep. 1999 - King's Quest MLCXXXVIII released: "Arthur Goes Out To Pasture" Oct. 1999 - The Great Pumpkin of Peanuts Fame is seen in backwoods Arkansas, but is killed by some rednecks and turned into "Mah's deeeeeeeeeeeeeelicious pun'kin pah" Nov. 1999 - India changes its sacred animal from cow to turkey, begins massive war with America, called the Great Stuffed Turkey With Gravy Dressing War Dec. 1999 - Santa Claus joins crime ring, many families wake up Christmas morning to find their electronics gone Jan. 2000 - YAY! The anticipated new century! We come into the future with Japan the only world superpower, a depression, severe pollution, a bajillion dollar deficit (a zitillion in pesos), and a 92% ignorant population. Also, in the last centure, we have discovered in total: disco, rap, nuclear waste, and bottled water. Yay. Sigh. "I told my friend today, (after she nearly killed us in her car), she wasn't that great of a driver. `I'm creative,' she replied." Ä Shadou dead leaves þ Sin ùúùúùúùúùúù scarred by heaven's fire brushed by scarlet lips of love filagreed whorls of yellowed swirling lace and blushing hues of golden summer nights... o n e by o n e t h e y f a l l. in the cold wind of a coming winter sheathed in brittle ice rooted in unyielding stone I stand in their midst, my glory gone my colors turned to grey an empty-fingered tree in the autumn of my life s t a r i n g at these memories of you. I don't believe. þ Twilight ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùú You say you love me But I'm just a silent wave A grain of salt In a sea of seas You say you need me But I'm just as useful As a meaningless thought A forgotten dream You say you want me But I'm desired as much As a soul in bliss Wants to be freed You say you love me You say you need me You say you want me Why don't I believe? I Remember You þ Twilight ùúùúùúùúùúùúùú Where have you gone... What has happened to you... Black and white against a page From four years ago... Lying here, staring, thinking, So suddenly, I remember you... And I remember seeing you again And that you must be in here - In this book of pictures. Flipping feverishly through the pages, My finger running down the names; The printed text... Looking for the R's - and yes, You are here. A little older than how I first remembered you, But still, it is you. As I stare into the unknowing eyes Made of numerous pixels, My mind races back - Back to my innocence, my youth. Caught in a whirlwind... Me in a ponytail, bobby socks, You, on your bike - And oh yes, soon after - the talks we shared, The "Love you!" before the click... Before I could reciprocate. The things we saw, So fuzzy in my memory, But I remember you... Hell, yeah - you and your army jacket, The grass, the games, the - "I want to know *everything* about her!" Excuse me; I must blush... Looking fondly back on the memories Just as I look fondly upon you now... Missing the carefree happiness, The excitement of two young spirits Sharing their youths together In new-found electricity. Sigh...then I heard you became a father, And I recognized you, watched you, But you were too caught up in your new life... Only saw past me. Yet, I was different; I had changed. You did not give me the chance to say hello Before you left once more... Did you move...? Drop out...? Get married...? What happened to you... And most of all - Do you remember me... Do you know I am here - Writing about you... Thinking about you... Even short-lived, what wonderful times we shared... Together. I was merely a pebble in your ocean, But alas, you will never know How you were a milestone in mine... "Let me be the one who loves you - 'Til the end of time..." "If you think lips are cool, wait 'til you wake up one morning next to your love, her naked back facing you, a window behind, silhouetting the curve of her body as she sleeps peacefully. You snuggle up close and put your arm around her, holding her tight as if the world were about to end..." Ä Shadou I'll Be a Friend to You þ Angst ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúù Not to hurt you Not to desert you Not to turn you out the door. Not to own you Not to disown you I just want to love you more. There's so many ways i need to learn to love you. There's so much I want to do There's so many ways I need to show you that I will be a friend to you. Not to tame you Not to defame you Not to even up the score. Not to make you Not to forsake you I just want to love you more. it is finished þ Sin ùúùúùúùúùúùúùú what kind of parable is this My love betrayed by a Judas Kiss what kind of holy cross is this crucified for my kindliness what kind of church is this where the radio sings and the TV talks what kind of crutch is this in a crippled land where evil walks what foolish faith is this this misplaced trust in innocents what twisted joy is this this self-inflicted penitence what saving grace is this to save one life while another dies what hidden truth is this dead and buried in myths and lies what is the point of this why do I hang for this I want an end to this... "Imagine there's no heaven - it's easy if you try... No hell below us; above us only sky." Ä John Lennon Jack. þ Twilight ùúùúùúùúùú Afraid... Fearing that Jack is awaiting me, Ready to pounce from underneath the red and plastic lid Scratching his way out - Let me out! Let me out! But the nice painted box tries to play the fool. I listen to the haunting melody, Fearing each new note as it tinkers out into the stillness of the ominous air. Thick and suffocating. yet...enchanting... Holding my breath As each slight turn of the handle Does not yet bring the beast to my throat. But, as the song progresses, That one note will indeed come - It is unavoidable. But still, I hope. I hope that...perhaps... This box is broken - That maybe *this* time, it'll be different. The real self will not emerge... Yes, I'm fooling myself, But yet, I turn the key... and POP!... Unsuspecting, but in my darkest recesses, I really did know. But still, I run back for more And so now, Jack strangles me - Clawing at my chest, clenching at my heart Yes, the wounds do heal with time And the weasel will retreat back into his burrow... But I, the hoping fool - Will pick up the box, turn the handle and listen to the frightening tune... Again. "Love is the ecstacy of heaven wrapped in the torment of hell." Ä Twilight Lies, All Lies þ Twilight ùúùúùúùúùúùúùú When you were there for me and held me close I thought you loved me When you laughed heartily at my jokes I thought you loved me When you whispered sweet nothings into my ear I thought you loved me When you said that of course, you cared I thought you loved me. When you opened up and poured out your soul I thought you loved me When you picked up the guitar and played me a song I thought you loved me When you cried, "Don't you go leaving me" I thought you loved me When you said that you could not make it alone I thought you loved me. But now I know the truth - All the lies, promises in vain All the heartache, and all the games... The sweet smile of satisfaction on your lips As you cause me pain. I thought you loved me And I was wrong. Love Goes Boom þ Homer the Brave ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúù [After dialing, he sat patiently, waiting for her to answer the phone]. Hi. Judy. It's me. Yeah. [laughs] It HAS been a while! Oh, I'm doing OK. I've been real flaky for the past few days. In fact, that's why I called... I think I'm in love! No, nothing like that! [laughs] She's amazing! I just can't stop thinking about her. She's constantly on my mind. Uh, can I get your opinion on something, you know, from a woman's point of view? Well, we met on Wednesday. Yeah, just a few days ago. Anyway, I'll never forget how we met. I was just driving along and there she was! I looked up from the tape deck and I saw her amazing body fly over the hood of the car. And then I saw her pretty face hit the windshield. I knew instantly that I was in love. Yeah, you'd think that, but I really think she loves me, too. I just wish her jaw weren't wired shut, so that she'd be able to tell me. As it is, she can only grunt. I visited her in the hospital and took her flowers and told her how much I love her. She was overcome. She has this laptop computer that she uses to communicate. She tried to type back to me, but she was so moved that she couldn't type right. She threw the computer at the wall in desperation, and it almost hit me! Well, her family was there, and I think they're jealous of our love. They had me kicked out of the hospital. I don't like to think this about her family, but I think it's some kind of insurance rip-off. Some kind of scam they're pulling. I mean, why else would they keep two lovers apart? Yeah, well, I still think she's the most amazing thing to happen to my life. Oh? You met a man? He fell at your feet? From the thirteenth floor? Wow. That's true love. "It makes no difference what kind of humor you indulge in, whether you revel in the coarsest puns or dwell on nihilistic black humor. As long as you engage in this type of activity you keep your mind working, sharp, nimble. The exercise irrigates your cortical cells with happy thoughts. It is a prevention against depression, a truly therapeutic agent of positive self-healing." Ä Michel Monnot Lust þ G. Mahan, aka Kinky Kiss ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùú From across the room, I watch As you bring your drink to your lips You don't know me But, God, I wish you did I imagine how your skin feels Soft, smooth, perfect As you lick the moisture from your mouth I feel my loins stiffen in response My hands itch to caress your naked body My mouth burns to be pressed upon yours I can taste you on my tongue I can smell your heat Imagining your touch Sends trails of fire across my flesh I can almost feel your breath on my neck As you moan your desire I don't know you, but to have you Beneath me, subjugated, mine I would give you anything you desired My heart, my life, my soul Our bodies intertwined Sweat running down my back As I thrust into you Grunting in animalistic passion One night One dream One desire You. "Sex is overrated; making love isn't." Ä Twilight Mass Production þ Silent Scream ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúù we take the quality. poems, not machines. not on an assembly line. not waiting for another... ...maybe i should be exercising my artistic talent. maybe i should be famous. look at this. i promise i'll be modest. i'll hook up the old brain and i'll have them jetting outward. poems, quality... not things to be mass produced. born by circumstance's state birth or stillborn stillborn idea birth of "poem". birth of idea stillborn of interference birth... ...not of text on a page nor words on a screen ...borne of true spirit. pure emotion, existing on two and four... locked behind cold words until the imagination warms them again. locked behind words until the mind opens their great doors and is enlightened. perhaps to the point of tears. poems. feelings. you can not mass produce a feeling. especially one you have not felt. "Life is poetry in motion." Ä Warrant Metamorphosis þ J.D. ùúùúùúùúùúùúù Past the memory of yesterday and The uncertainty of tomorrow I see life for the first time From the other side of sorrow. I leave behind the images Of all forgotten faces And lose the grief my heart has hidden In secret, buried places To give the stranger I call myself The years I need to grow And search my soul for answers I've never come to know Beneath the veil of illusion That for years has dimmed my sight I rise in arrogance to test My wings in their new flight And bid them carry me far From the anguish of my past years When I could not find myself At the bottom of my tears The mask that good intent would mold I have flung aside and shattered To strip my soul of trivial things That never should have mattered I have robbed cruelty of its power Stripped memory of its pain, and Returned from the other side of sorrow To find myself again. "Nineties' man: a man who acts more like a woman is supposed to. Nineties' woman: a woman who acts more like a man is supposed to." Ä Twilight Midnight Sky þ Happy Phantom ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúù Under the stars of a midnight sky I watched you play with that look in your eyes You were so far away and so easy to touch And as your fingers strummed the strings I knew you had the touch It drew me away to a far away place It made my heart break. It made my pulse race In that moment I felt so alive And so real again Inside I cried. Your music brings me back From a world of shattered dreams Where my soul was trapped by memory Where nothing was as it seems Your music sets me free And fills my heart with light I could have stayed forever Under that starlit night Never stop playin' Don't try to hide your soul Its beauty showed me how to live When I thought my life was gone Like a single precious rose In spring ends winter's sleep You've gone too far. You can't stop now Your music goes too deep. Your music sets me free And fills my heart with light I would have stayed forever. I could have stayed forever. I wanted to stay forever Under that starlit night. "Music has charms to soothe a savage beast, to soften rocks." Ä Congreve More þ Paladin Lord ùúùúùúùúùúùúùú There has been love (and more!) That much I know... This heart has been no barren place It felt, it cried, It has had blood to pour... But now... You ask of hate, of pain? (And hope to hear of love...) What heart can do that When it beats no more? Thre had been love, That much I recall. Perhaps I gave it all? Perhaps there's more in store? But though I try- For you- My heart can beat no more... "The best fuck is an angry fuck." Ä Twilight pool þ C. Eric ùúùúùúùúù black stool grey pool naked man stares ahead white concrete below his feet 'is anyone else sad' he says silence surrounds brain thumping sounds naked man sits on the stool trendy girls trendy boys naked man falls into the pool the water is grey the water is clear the water is keeping the naked man here "Big Brother is watching." propagation of error þ ac869@freenet.HSC.Colorado.EDU / zme ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùú sandstone gargoyle perched by a cathedral spire winged three-toed monster art medieval gothic cracked during a catapult seige restored improved by guildsmen limestone gargoyle hunkering by a cathedral's spire winged four-toed monster ravaged by acid rain rebuilt meticulously polished by men of craft not art plastic gargoyle hanging from a cathedral's spire winged five-toed monster copied by the craftiest of men computer-enhanced mass produced polyethylene gargoyles with long white nylon hair winged multi-toed monster hanging by the rear-view mirror of a totally rad edsel "The only history worth a tinker's damn is the history we make today." (loosely reported as "History is bunk.") Ä Henry Ford Sanguine þ Marcella G., aka Lolly-Pop/Kleeo ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùú Its hungry lips, burning a sanguine red, were starved for attention and love. Its crystal blue eyes, gleaming a steamy haze, prayed to the heavens above. The flames have engulfed her. The gleam has taken her sight. He was never compassionate enough to admit she was right. Now is the time to pack up, and now is the time to move on. But, he has no idea this rare creature is gone. Its wavy auburn hair, framing a halo around its face, illuminated it to an angelic degree. Its smooth olive skin, emitting a wondrous lucidity, shimmered upon the placid sea. The frame has encaged her. The ocean her grave. He never reached out a hand - her life he could have saved. He should keep moving forward and understand the fact... She will never forgive him... And she is isn't coming back. Siren þ Sin ùúùúù Siren i heard you singing in the rain they said don't listen but their warnings were in vain Siren i turned about and sailed to hear your words again Siren how'd you ever learn to make that sweet angelic sound Siren i never knew my brittle heart would break when the storm drove me aground Siren i never learned how to swim but i always thought i'd just know how someday i've got to make it thru these rocky shoals but how... and how come you seem so distant and far away and how... how come there's this sinking feeling in my soul? Siren there's so much that i can see in you there's so much that i believe in you but Siren how come everything about us drags me down how come i feel so heavy in my heart Siren i don't want to drown but Siren how come we're drifting so far apart? Siren i'm lost in this surging sea of pain Siren never thought that we would end this way Siren i can't see why can't i see you anymore there's oh, Siren there's too much falling rain. Siren why do i feel so choked up and alone Siren there's just your voice now leading me on and on Siren with my final breath Siren even unto death Siren i hear the water rushing thru my veins oh, Siren would you sing your song of love just one last time for me again? Suicide Blonde þ Angel Alice ùúùúùúùúùúùúùú I knew you better than I thought I did. Not your name, but your game. I knew your race, I knew your face. You're not just another statistic. Not another accident... Not another political incorrectness. Suicide blonde, I knew you better than I thought. I saw you every day, on the corner of fifth and main. Smoking your cigarettes, drunk by sex. I never talked to you, I never said a word. I passed you by, and you looked away. I knew you even then, but I didn't say a word. I thought you were filth, but I was wrong. Maybe you did wear too much lipstick, And maybe you did smoke more than enough. but now you're gone for good. I miss you, even those leather boots with spiked heels, And blue eyes with black lashes. I wish you were alive, even if you were never quite sober; Even if you always looked like you had just been crying. Even with your bleached blonde hair. Suicide blonde, you made a choice. The wrong one, and now I have to live with it. Because now, you see, I'm just like you. Now I know you. Not your name, but your game. I'm trapped, like you were, with only one way out. Now I'm a suicide blonde, too. Suicide is Painless þ Words: Mike Altman þ Music: Johnny Mandel ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúù Through early morning fog I see Visions of the things to be The pains that are withheld for me I realize and I can see that Suicide is painless It brings on many changes And I can take or leave it if I please. I try to find a way to make All our little joys relate Without that ever-present hate But now I know that it's too late, and Suicide is painless It brings on many changes And I can take or leave it if I please. The game of life is hard to play I'm going to lose it anyway The losing card I'll someday lay And this is all I have to say, that Suicide is painless It brings on many changes And I can take or leave it if I please. The only way to win is cheat And lay it down before I'm beat And to another give a seat For that's the only painless feat, 'cause Suicide is painless It brings on many changes And I can take or leave it if I please. The sword of time will pierce our skins It doesn't hurt when it begins But as it works its way on in The pain grows stronger - watch it grin Suicide is painless It brings on many changes And I can take or leave it if I please. A brave man once requested me To answer questions that are key Is it to be or not to be? And I replied, "Oh why ask me?", 'cause Suicide is painless It brings on many changes And I can take or leave it if I please. And you can do the same thing if you please. "It's hard to say when one generation ends and the next begins - but it's somewhere around 9 or 10 at night." Ä Charles Ruffing ( ...Generation X'ers?! (rolling eyes) ) The Dead God þ Joshua Smith, aka The Dead God ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùú Once his chapels gleamed with light Once his churches crawled with life Once He gave the starving bread Once his hands could raise the dead Once He spoke of what was right Once He gave the darkness light Once He drowned the fires of Hell Once He stumbled ...and then He fell Heaven is a ghosttown And all the Gods are dead Valhalla had diminished When the last of our heroes fled The Devil is out doing All the things he knows he should Civilization's dying Things are looking pretty good Now the world's decaying And you know he won't come back Yet I see that you're still praying In his ornamental shack Read his crumbling parchments And do his dying will But his deafened ears can't hear you pray, His ice-cold hands can't feel His books will do you no good now The Light is all but gone And I'd really like to help you But I'll kill you later on The Hope you think you're feeling Is nothing but a dream You'll find your situation's not As bright as it may seem "Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred three- score and six." Ä REV 13:18 'Til Death Do Us Part þ SunStryke ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúù "...'Til Death do us part..." We said together. The words are spoken with conviction. The words are spoken with delight... If not choked by a few tears. She is resolute. But do I really mean what I have said? Eternity? Forever? Can I keep my word? There are so many things that can happen... It's too hard to comprehend. But I love her. I truly love her. Nothing can happen between us. Nothing... Nothing? All the different what if's flood my mind. What if she is untrue? What if _I'm_ untrue? What if. I can't think about it. I can't let myself doubt. Doubt her. Doubt myself. We have been through think and thin Together. We will be happy Together. We will laugh Together. We will cry Together. And we will die Together. Die?! I can't imagine it. Can't imagine living as long as I will. With her. I love her. I can live with her. I will NOT doubt her of myself. We are young. Only twenty. But how long will we live? Sixty? Seventy? Eighty?! I will have lived this life three times more With her. Yes. With her. I love her. Life will be good With her. Love will be good With her. Death will be kind With her. I can see A long life ahead. I also see a joyous one. One of love, Care, Passion, Strife, Good, Bad, Thick, Thin, And joy. Yes. I will love her. I will be the best husband I can. I will be 'Til Death do us part. To Be or Not to Be þ Twilight ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùú I have endured the stages - From the frequent soliloquy of anguish to the sparse acts of joyous jubilee. The mental torment... (the cerebral onslaught) Finally...slain before the break. An awkward bow as the crowd applauses... The curtain falls - uncertain. The critics jeer and poke and scrutinize Insecurity thickly rolls ashore A huddled mass, naked and unarmed Struggling, shielding, hiding... from the stabs and shocks of pain. I silently weep to unlistening ears I cry, alone...to myself. Rebirth! I have been reborn! Never have I felt a warmer sun As his glowing arms embrace me... But only in my box of inclusion do I exist in insulation - For ahead of me he does not shine The forward path remains...unlit. Stumbling over rocks in the way, Abrasions don't seem to heal well I lie motionless as life escapes me - A helpless hemophiliac...in constant misery. 'Sadness was always there, my friend - One cannot fool himself Nothing here is everlasting - not love, not life, nor healing skin'... The only light that aids me now - is but a ray peeking through closed doors into an estranged, dark cellar. And as I sit wallowing in my mildew, Oh, is it damp...and dank... This phoenix has engulfed itself in the same fiery womb of its birth An inaudible shriek - a silent scream as the flames die down, and twilight soothingly coats the sky... An empty soul...wandering aimlessly - Unguided, perhaps misled. Left to find my own way among the seashells Sucking in my breath, holding in my cries as I step on broken glass - ungratefully left in careless apathy I thought I'd never care - I couldn't have been more wrong. 'We never quite appreciate how much the other cares or tries'... And as I sit and ponder, sidetracked Alongside this lightless path No longer in my own Thermos do I serve as the shivers sneak into my rigid spine So, now, I wonder what I'd welcome more in this chaos of emotion and perception - The heavenly chime of bells... Or the solemn wail of the melancholy trumpet. "All art, like all love, is rooted in heartache." Ä A. Stieglitz Two, Not One þ Twilight ùúùúùúùúùúùú Ripped raw from the womb I watched you being carried off Cold, blue and unfeeling Drained your life away Two for the price of one. Separated by hearts Left bleeding and hurt By your own choice Never to return Wouldn't let me say goodbye. My screams were not heard No flinch, no head turned my way But you continued on in your red haze Thinking only of your mission And not and nothing of me. Blinded in oblivion Shoving all and everything out Stubborn, uncaring, and unyielding With this newly-found strength (...of cowardice) Even punching me. Escaping,... fleeing Forgetting to take me along You thought all the pain would end But I'm the one who lives. You have killed me. "The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. The worst crime is faking it." Ä Kurt Cobain "No, the worst crime is leaving." Ä Courtney Love Untitled þ Angst ùúùúùúùú love hate luck fate. courage fear smile sneer. black white talk fight. care ignore less more. yes no friend foe. land sea you me. Untitled þ Armand ùúùúùúùú In a bit, I will be comsumed with hatred. As for now, I am in love. Funny it may seem to you. But that's what you've done. Cool to warm to hot to cold. That's how quick the emotions fly. The reactions you provoke, But you never see. Because I have a happy mask. I can hide behind it. You'll never know. No one ever knows. It hides the hurt, the pain, and the love. Picturesque in its simplicity, It is almost too fake to believe. Yet, real enough to deceive. Nonchalance it what it shows. Happiness is all you see. The friend, the fiend, it will always be. For they are one in the same. You may only see the caring side. But the other is there. Awaiting its unveiling. To lash out with all the pain. But, do not dwell on the hurt. A friend is what you are looking for. A friend is what you will get. On goes the mask once again. "I've been averse to military fashions on civilians. Flight jackets ought to be earned. Imagine standing in an elevator wearing one with a 388th Fighter Wing insignia and the door opening and someone who'd actually BEEN with the 388th getting on." Ä Christopher Buckley Untitled þ Blackstar ùúùúùúùúùúù there was an old man from st. helens afflicted with shrinkins and swellins his dick was so small it wasn't there at all but his balls were like honeydew melons ( ...a little comic relief...(: ) "Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead. No, wait. Not me, you." Ä "Jack Handey," from "Deep Thoughts" Untitled þ Blue Powder ùúùúùúùúùúùúù I wish you would run away with me We would be forever free Two hearts as one Together following the sun I could show the things That are in your dreams And you would never be alone Just you and me Following the sun Never stopping Never finding our way back Just following the sun A neverending dream Like off a movie screen We would have our piece of mind And our dreams to find Together following the sun No time frame Living by the moment Together as one One creation And one flame Together following the sun "To be human is to dream. Pipe dreams, daydreams of perfect love or a brilliant career - we all pay rent on castles in the air. But sometimes there's a dream that doesn't fade, an impossible dream that just might come true with the right breaks and a lot of hard work. Those are the dreams we'd be fools to give up on." Ä Jo Coudert Untitled þ Capt. Spastic ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúù When soft summer wind touched your cheek, Please think of me. When the water and the sand on the beach Come up between your toes and you feel as One with them, Please think of me. When on a moonlight night, the shadows fall Over you like my lovings arms long too, Please think of me. When you feel the warmth inside you That you always brought me, Please think of me. When you reach out and touch the stars, and remember that you were my every dream, Please think of me. Even when you hear the callous words Of a heartless time, know that I still Loved you and... Please think of me. And if the final sleep were to ever Take me from you, Please DON'T think of me. For I love you too much, To ever want you to die with me. But for a thousand eternites, I'll always remember you. "Each suicide affects at least six other people." Untitled þ Homer the Brave ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúù Cement and rubble, smoke, barbed wire, pools of blood growing under limp, dead, wounded human soldier bodies. Smell of burned flesh, of smoke, of death, of drying blood, of... pollen. A field of green grass, blue sky, a breeze that could hold a kite in the air. A kid, a child, gently guiding that kite in the air. He's 7. He has beautiful blond hair that the wind pushes into his eyes. It's fall. Pollen count is up. Mom and dad sneeze, wear coats. They notice how late it's getting, and call to the young child, who resists. 'If you don't come now, we'll leave without you,' they threaten. 'Very well. Go ahead.' is the reply. A seven year-old girl is running across the war-torn street. She has long, beautiful black hair and is wearing a flowered dress, which the smoky wind flaps and wrinkles. She skips, she sings a little song to herself, soldiers' wounds heal as she passes by, skipping, singing a little song to herself. Through gunfire, an eight year-old boy in a blue sweater walks toward a man with a rifle, walking slowly, deliberately, knowing he can't be seen. No bullet touches him. He does not choke on tear gas. He lightly touches the man's rifle, and it runs out of ammunition. A field of green grass, red sunset sky, a breeze that could hold a kite in the air. A breeze which grows stronger as night falls. The kite is pulled ever higher by the mounting wind. The boy with beautiful blond hair runs out of twine so he pretends, and that is enough. Higher goes the kite. A red-headed boy, eight years old, hops up onto a pile of sandbags, merrily, easily. He looks down at a scared and inexperienced young soldier who is frozen in fear. He hops down into the foxhole, gently pulls the rifle barrel out of the soldier's mouth, and skips away happily, into the fog. A six year-old girl. The most beautiful the boy has ever pretended, with long flowing hair and frosted features. A white gown which floats, which glides, which shimmers. She floats through the sky, above the smoke and flak. Movement above the battlefield, a shimmering movement. The moon is rising. Fighting can stop for the night. A field of green grass, indigo nighttime, no wind. A kite, high in the sky. A boy, pretending. Untitled þ Jello Biafra ùúùúùúùúùúùúùú i set myself constant rain up at a window and quiet thunder watch the rain beating on my head try to let it never to see the sun wash away my pain welcome to my hell but it only brings back where it always rains... the memories memories of a better day it rained on the day when you took it all away the rain stopped in the sky but i can still feel it beating on my head welcome to my world where it always rains Untitled þ Leah ùúùúùúùú I walk along this path Into this clearing These woods... Of you and I This place we shared Alone... This place of peace and solace This place Of you and I This place we danced Under the moonlight That bathed us in its radiance Where the sun chased us to shelter And the night was ours, my darling... The nights were ours You and I I remember this place I look upon it now In fond memory Of you and I This place... This beautiful place That is all I have left Of you and I This place where need and want and desire were filled And trivial problems were washed away By the beautiful night That belonged to only You and I Where we danced And sang And wept To the glorious intertwining Of you and I Now you have left me For something better perhaps And I need to see you I need to touch you I need to be with you One more time ...But all I have left is this This place This wonderful, beautiful night sky Where I can let go once again And be free once more With you Forever In this place we shared ...Of you and I. Untitled þ Leah ùúùúùúùú "I have been to hell And it is cold Very cold..." Maybe.... But we create out own hell....... And I wallow in mine Mine is dark, and dank And in it my heart is made of glass, of ice, of steel And I sit alone waiting Waiting for you to come To wisk me from my stage My hell To melt my heart of glass, of ice of steel. To take me again To stand before me like an angel Just like an angel you were Standing taunt, outstretching your arms to me Engulfing me, willingly, in your arms... And you led me up.... up so high... On your golden wings That would fail and send us falling to the ground if I did not have total faith in you But I did....I always did... And I still do You brought me high beyond my dreams Far past the beautiful clouds Past the darkness and the cold unfeeling world that I had made for myself Beyond my hell we rose Far behind we left it But as we ascended upward, I glanced down, feeling the pain as I stared down at that gruesome thing that I had become And in my pain, you faltered and we fell... Oh so fast we fell Until you whispered in my ear and my soul was uplifted again and we rose once again... With great speed we flew into that embracing light... "I saw eternity last night A great ring of pure and endless light" Yes, that light englufed me in its arms Making nothing matter but the light....your light So that in my moment of pure joy I could not tell the difference between your arms and the light I did not want to... Did not need to All I wanted was for you to hold me in that light....With that light... And I was happier then ever before... So now I sit waiting In this room with no walls that locks me in it's cold, dark embrace Longing for that light.... your light... That you shared with me That I will never forget Please...hold me in that light forever........ "Life is so solitary... living in a sea of plastic dummies bobbing in the surf." Ä Twilight Untitled þ Matthew and Gunnar Nelson ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúùúù The history of our vital and endangered earth is characterized by the music of the times. Likewise, music is the cornerstone of all future life. Music is not a product of the age in which we live, but the opposite; the age is a product of its music - and it has been so throughout all time. Music is to the soul what breath is to the body. It is the fundamental ingredient of dreams, of inspirations, yes - of live evolving. Music has little to do with logic; people don't listen to music just because they are logical. Music has everything to do with live and living. Music is universally inspiring - a common language that transcends all boundaries of culture or country, of race or religion, of sex or station. So, it stands to reason that music will be the primary force to guide us into a new consciousness - a new age. If the coming years are to bring a safer world - a more prosperous lifestyle - a restoration of all that we have destroyed - it will be orchestrated by a new music. Therefore, since music forms the times in which we live...and music is power...perhaps we should start channeling that power responsibly and positively - to heal rather than harm - to bring a little joy and light into the world one song to one person at a time... Untitled þ Shadou ùúùúùúùú Roses are red violets are blue so are bruises blue black battered and tattered shattered and scattered across the seas of distress like ashes disperse depart cease and desist you lay there withered and torn your love crying forlorn whining helpless selfless soul searching for salvation your love for me hidden behind bruises bashed in and cashed out black blue blemishes block the way secrets remain secret sublime subtle signs of scars never healed and stains on the memory another bad quote i wrote one day after reading your note postmarked meteirie, LA you seem forever further away and minute by minute as i read your lines i feel false pains sympathy echoing empathy real pain for you the things he did things i never knew blue black bruises and all the flowers in all the world will never make the hurting stop "You can't really know a person unless he tells you how he grew up." Ä Stephen Lush, aka Fusion Untitled þ Silent Scream ùúùúùúùúùúùúùúù ...when I see the girl I "liked"... A girl who "liked" me in turn... after a long time of not seeing her... It hits me... Maybe because I haven't seen her in such a long time And it's been a long time since I have talked to her... Just how truly beautiful she looks up there... And all the memories start coming back... Memories of her and of another... Memories of one intensified by memories of the other... and the damnable place. But I see her with another guy... I mean, it should have happened by now... I curse myself for being such a coward when I had the chance... The chance to say I cared... The chance to say we had a lot in common... The chance to say... simply... "I love you" And I find my eyes watering rapidly And have to walk away To avoid being seen by one of my friends, whose presence she acknowledged; His presence. His, with a smile and an ejaculation of, "Crusty!" But not mine... Perhaps that splitsecondglance Was intended for me, to give my existence meaning Because I've committed some crime... It may be that she felt the same way I did and, "Look at me now, look at where I am, it's all because of _you_." And the memories come back in a flood of falling tears good memories. Memories of us together. Of us talking. Of a person approaching her, of her response: "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME." Of her smile O, but even then she was beautiful. tears which I must dry, quickly, lest my friend see them... But I hide not from my friend my melancholy mood... Hoping he'll see what exactly is going on... And the day is made more miserable... As the memories start again and try to take control of me as I try to stop the tears from slowly escaping. And when I am asked if I enjoyed myself That day, I must lie (and tell the truth at the same time, for I was content in my misery) And say "yes" and that I'd like to go again... Although the place itself is dedicated to how was it letting go of your cares? I will go again. I must bask in the horror of good memories turned bad... And entertain ideas that it will someday be made right. Perhaps I will receive a phone call... Yes, that would be nice A phone call from her... (I know what I would say! "Who is he? i love you") and more But I know that can't be, for what reason does she have to be calling me so I listen to depressing songs Thinking of playing them to an audience, saying why these songs are so important to me And explaining why, in the middle of performing this song, I broke down And the tears began again As the memories returned. I think of going back there - maybe she will return... but why would she Why should she She has been there already. So I will go there Again. I will return In the glory of horrors, of a pitiful person's pitiful actions As I muse love lost, love never had, love never met And how wonderful it could have truly been... How wonderful it should have truly been... How wonderful... How wonderful...it may still be. But with whom? With her. With her... There are brighter, more brightly shining stars in the sky I saw them I thought nothing of them... of she... And discarded her before she was mine... Before I was hers "Love is a joke. Women are proof that God has a sick, twisted sense of humor." 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