F U C K E D U P C O L L E G E K I D S ------------------------------------------------------- - t h e p o e t r y v e n t u r e - ------------------------------------------------------- "I believe man will not merely endure; he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet's, the writer's duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honour and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail." - William Faulkner, from his acceptance speech for the Nobel Prize for literature, 1949 ------------------------------------------------------- turbulence Oceans whistling through a thumbtack cul-de-sac Feigning joy, I really ate my hat Effusing blood like so much dead life I coughed, blinked, looked up, and it was gone So tired of the same day-ins and -outs Silver velvet lining; pearlescent pride A facade; for insurmountable insecurities Cynicism hidden by the fog Let me cough out my insides Feel free to run, but you can't hide There is no antivenin For lost time (You can't fix wasted time) Is there a reason That I persist? History repeats itself I'm not enjoying this And if today sucked And yesterday was quite its twin What's to indicate That tomorrow I can win? And if I cut open My left eye So that you could see inside Would you be frightened at the disarray; Ramshackle lean-to holly spray? Or would you find what I cannot: Value/essence long forgot? An innocence once pure, now maimed Mutated by toxins, discolored by stains The blood would gush In cascading floods No one cut it But still it runs Cold like ice And hot like Hell Viscously thin It's just as well And twice as poor With three times the bite Show me the jump, And I just might. agrajag fading in and out i'm drunk on nothing in particular on a little bit of this and some of that and a whole lot of nothing and i'm stuck here again in this pit of disillusion broken bones and drunkedness confusion wish i knew what it was to be a kid try to live it again and again but every time i try i can't handle it and i wonder why i'm back to being alone again and i can't fucking stand it anymore and i just wanna blow up and take everyone down with me no resolution no reason no anything anymore no... boogah To hold, body,mind,soul is to hold a new world in rapture caress a mans body with hands, breath, and toungue Discovery to a new world Desire flows through every nerve lips so sensuous so soft There is only heat in the touch electrical, magnetic, powerful Magic Release all inhibition let it flow let discovery take you to a new world of rapture Blaise.. twice Spoon fed me sugar, Coated lies That went with ease like honey, So sweet The very hand that caused the pain extended To the arms sought salvation in. Made this little girl grow up, Now experienced in the art of love Hand in hand with betrayal and shame A scorned woman I've become Numb from your actions Deaf from you lies Blind to those passionate eyes Its funny how the taste of honey no longer lingers Sweet but bitter in my mouth bluerose cockeyed a cockeyed optimist: when the sky is a bright canary yellow i forget every cloud i've ever seen so they call me a cockeyed optimist immature and incurably green i have heard people rant and rave and bellow that we're done and we might as well be dead but i'm only a cockeyed optimist and i can't get it into my head i see the human race is falling on its face and hasn't very far to go but every whippoorwill is selling me a bill and telling me it just ain't so i could say life is just a bowl of jello and appear more intelligent and smart but i'm stuck like a dope with a thing called hope and i can't get it out of my heart not this heart a cockeyed pessimist: when the sky is a dark and dreary yellow i forget any time i've ever been anything other than miserable insecure and incurably mean i have heard people rant about the weather say it's grey and they'd rather be in bed but i'm nothing if i'm not miserable with a cloud living over my head i see the human race a smile upon its face i think of all that they don't know... however they are still despite their lack of will going wherever time may go i could say life is just a bowl of drano and appear more immune to things that smart but i'm stuck without hope in the land of dope and i can't get it out of my heart not this heart sarikei PASSIONATE ROUTINE i cannot tell which side of your face i like best. symmetry has its flaws. and it has its museum-portrait quality. when midnight moon settles on your sleepy side, it illuminates a weary smile. i can only admire it because if i awake you, it will fade, you will turn over and clouds will bury the moon. another fresh dawn highlights your eager side. this smile differs from last night's expression. i am secure in this morning's moment. and i lean down to shade the sun from your eyes while i revive those lips with a kiss. and as i reach your face, my mouth becomes filled with cotton fibers. Indiana Poet April 29, 1998 quiet noise static depression my emotional link almost just, the need to rethink seduction of crime, and being alone more pure feeling, i can't condone steady rejection my blanket at night a single reason to give up my fight mea_culpa ------------------------------------------------------- E D I T O R S: jericho@dim.com & demonika@dim.com ------------------------------------------------------- to receive new issues via e-mail, send mail to majordomo@sekurity.org with "subscribe poetry". if you do not have FTP access and would like back issues, send a list of missing issues and they will be sent. ------------------------------------------------------- A V A I L A B I L I T Y: AnonFTP: FTP.DIMENSIONAL.COM/users/jericho/FUCK/POETRY WWW: http://www.sekurity.org/~poetry ------------------------------------------------------- (c) Copyright. All poems copyright by original author. ------------------------------------------------------- F O U N D E D: October 30, 1997