Welcome back to the show!

Welcome back to the show,
when it ends your'll
never know

The skys are shaking,
the earth is falling,
in antisapaction,
for the three kings rise once again!

Advice: for the Down & Out

Advise for the down and out,
your life may be such a mess,
but there is only one solution,
its easy and clear,
something almost near,
there is many ways to do it,
but a few stand out,

take six feet of rope,
tie a knot know as the hangman's noose,
tie the other end to someplace high,
and jump,
a quick jerk,

take a gun,
place the barrel in your mouth,
and cock the hammer back,
pull the trigger,
BAM BOOM gone,

an overdose of pills,
taking all different colors,
reds blues greens,
seeing reality unseen,
destroying your mind,

you might ask why so morbid,
why no cheery positive advice,
well my friend the thing is,
the people who are down and out,
are always done and out,
nothing seams to change for them,
isn't it ironic,

even if you follow this advise,
everything will ne just the same,
for you will only try it,

you suck out life,
with your every wasted breathe,
your just wasting space,
because if your down and out,
you were never up and in,
you don't live a life,

because you know that's where you belong,
the down and out,
don't even fool yourself,
because you could never alive,
for you see,

You are down and out,
because you only tried

Journey into nothing

Hand me no change as I walk broken and tattered down the long dark alley for I have accepted my fate as I hobble down the ally, crippled from the hallucination of a better world. The Disillusion has been set and the secret woven. I may be on a pointless journey but I know and I realize that the end would grant me the same dissatisfaction as any other one.

We

Little Bee,
Little Bee,
why are you so Free?

Its time for tea,
under the tree,
by the open sea,

down on a knee,
giving a plea,
won't she,

please guarantee,
this jubilee,
and disagree,

TV,
my only degree,
marie,

Love

Loss Of Valuable Energy

Faithful Awakening

We rejoin our Hero deep in slumber. The cloaked figure stands in a ragged gown. Our Hero's chest slowly riseing with each breath. The last words echo down the hollow hall "Heart... heart". Just then lighting struck within every chamber of our heros heart. The gushing blood flows like molten steel, bringing new life to our beloved hero. Crenck! Crack! as he turns his head. Wiping the sandman's sand from his eyes, our hero sits up. The gowned figure sheriks out "No" in disbeleif. The silent masses look up from hiding, with wide eyes and open mouths. A beam of breaks through the darkness and shrouds our hero in a consecrated light. Our hero stands up straight. He streches his arms and the darkness pushes back. The burnt flesh and rotting feilds heal over and new younger life sprouts ready for another chance. The Screams are replaced by the gentle rustle of the wind, as the stage is set for the final battle. The stare down each other face to face. They Time of Conflict is Here...

Positive Block

I'll forget about the way,
you made me smile,
I'll forget about the day,
It all felt worthwhile,
but I'll never forget what you couldn't say,

Dangerous Thinking

your worries might become your thoughts.
your thoughts might become your words.
your words might become your actions.
your actions might become your disposition.
your disposition may become you.

Web

Nick: is life a single chain of meaningless events or a meaningful web of events?
B: it's a meaningless web of entanglement
Nick: does that mean I should stab myself in the eye before I jump in?
B: the web is like our choices and event, and the more we move or get entangled (make choices) we attract the spider, which is life closer and closer which drains our being(spirit, soul, self what have you)
Nick: can you bring a weapon to fight the spider?
B: there in lies the question, is our weapon correct choices? Or is it impossible and are we doomed no matter what?
Nick: I would like to fight the spider and steal its soul
B: because with every choice we go further into life, so thus going further in does that make it impossible to not become entangled?
Nick: what if you could go back and take a different path would the resulting entanglement be the same? Is there a way out, maybe just one that will lead you through steadfast and painless?
B: what if there is no path, we are born into this web
Nick: and fate choices our one and only path ?
B: but we are doomed as being free to choose as humans are we not?
Nick: but what if choice is but an illusion ?
B: illusion of what? Would not fate be an unavoidable justification for the existence of God?
Nick: not most religions that hold a lot of value in fate value the one "god" thingy. Anyway it would not be fate if another being could control it. That would be more like puppets
B: but what sets the pre determined path? It seems that only choice can govern that
Nick: maybe we get one
B: just one?
Nick: one single choice
B: when? Where? And what?
Nick: ah but you see that is the question
B: those are many questions
Nick: you can sum it up into what is the choice we get to make?
B: hmm, I am having a problem with my statement of being born in this web...Because that would imply a kind of origin sin notion
Nick: yes, well then I with draw my one choice statement
B: but it seems impossible to avoid this entanglement , we will always be in life
Nick: what if you live the perfect life with no sin and all the virtues
B: that is am impossible probability, to live perfectly you would have to know you purpose in life
Nick: its not impossible just improbable one out a million billion will ever live it but its out there
B: so essentially if there is no purpose for you or you do not know it, your life is pointless
Nick: maybe

Kill the cheese monster!

I was walking alone on the street, then all the sudden an old man yells to me "Kill the cheese Monster!". I reply "Whhaaaat?" with the perfect clarity of an angel. The old man grimaces, while what seams like a mountain of cheese rises from behind him. My jaw drops to the floor, lucky I regained my senses just in time to evade the lob of hot molten cheese. "How am I suppose to fight that?" I scream out. "Use this" then old man hands me what appears to be a stale piece of bread. I grasp it in one hand. The cheese monster swings is cheesy arm to smash me into the ground. I parry his awesome blow with my stale loaf. We stare each other down; eye to cheesy bubble. I feel my strength give way as he launches back. I kip up regaining my composure. This was the last straw. I charge in blood raging. This cheese monster was not going to get the best of me. In a Epic smash my loaf meets face with the cheese monster. In one steady cleave I reduce this monster to nothing more than a residue on my bread. The old man looks to me with the greatest respect and admiration and he says "If your not gonna eat that can I have it?"

w00t

The term w00t is a slang interjection used to express happiness or excitement, usually over the Internet. The expression is most popular on USENET posts, multiplayer computer games (especially first person shooters), IRC chats, and instant messages, though use on the World Wide Web is by no means uncommon.
The definite origin of the term w00t is unknown. One theory claims that usage of this term dates back to the mid-1990s, when it was probably derived from the alternative spellings of whoomp and whoot. These spellings are variously used in the phrases, "Whoomp, there it is," or "Whoot, there it is" from two songs in 1993 from rap groups Tag Team and 95 South, respectively. Another possibility is that it came from the vocalization made by the character in games of the Quake series when a jump is performed; however, as Quake was only first released in 1996, this etymology probably only furthered the popularity of the existing term. Others have theorized the term is an acronym for "We Owned the Other Team", or that "w00t" finds its origin in the sounds of a jubilant Daffy Duck. It has also been alleged that "w00t" is a contraction of the phrase "wonderous loot" used in Ultima Online and Everquest whenever a player found large quantities of treasure although is is uncertain if this is really the case. W00t is also somewhat like the Scots word "hoots", which is used in a similar manner—an exclamation signifying surprise, disbelief, or kindred reaction.
A September 06, 2004, article indicated that the term comes "from gaming slang—the original use meant 'Wow! Loot' in Dungeons and Dragons play—and is now a common exclamation of excitement in Net culture."
w00t itself was first seen in 1994. The expression rose in popularity in the late 1990s and early 2000s. It has not reached general usage or written as "woot" or even w00+. It has also been argued that "w00t!" is the only proper spelling. The symbolic approximation of Latin letter forms makes w00t a prime example of leet speak. It may also sometunderstanding. w00t is pronounced to rhyme with "boot" or "shoot".

Ninja Masters of the Western Sky

Ninja Masters belong to the Night!

Ninja Masters save me Please!

Ninja Masters need to Fight!

Ninja Masters silent as the Breeze!

Ninja Masters have untold Might!

Safety Zone

Is playing it safe, the safe way to play?

I once played the lottery,

it cost me $1 and I lost.

I vowed never to play again.

I haven't to this day,

but what if i won.

A prize worth winning.

the chances are slim to none

but in the end is not losing worth not winning?

Happy Nick Day!

I once had a nut,
rusted and bolted it was,
yet it was my nut,
given to me by someone I'll never forget,

I Lost that nut,
someone stole it,
my nut was gone,
stolen from me by someone I want to forget,

A replacement nut,
was found,
I never received the nut,
but I'll never forget the person who found it,

Today yet another happy nick day,
for today I was given a nut,
a twist of fate,
and I'll never forget this person either,

to all a Happy Nick day!!!

under the watchful eyes

Drinking my 40, chilling like a villain under the watchful eyes of the sun and the moon. Walking out forth into the night, stumbling and rumbling till everything seams alright. Boom boom the bass goes flowing hitting my mind with every beat. The hot stuffy air reeking of hot body's in close quarters. I glide in smooth and pleasant looks. Tonight's the night that no one will remember, but never be forgotten. I praises the golden ideal of yesterday and toast the new born king, tomorrow.

Burnt out!

Religon is arragoance, masqurading as humanity!

Behead-a-thon

Nick: yo mo fo
Josh: hey hey yo
: they keep beheading people
Nick: eh it happens
: nothing i can do about it
Josh: sadly thats true
Nick: i can bitch about it
Josh: thats about it
Nick: say what we could of done, should of done, should do, could do
: but in the end it is just me bitching about something
: unless you want to join me at 7 11 and behead the nearest arab
: lol
Josh: we could
Nick: eye for eye
Josh: exatically dude
: well just be rebels
: and start beheading arabs and sending out tapes
: lol
Nick: lol
: eat this you arabs
Josh: and not let our govt catch us
: LOL
Nick: well you know whats gonna happen
: there are gonna say they are better at it
Josh: o yeah
: cause they dont care
: lol
Nick: and then we will have a showdown
: hack saws and everything
: diffrent catagories two
Josh: thats bloody
Nick: like bloodiest, quickest
: most artistic
: the three head dash
Josh: HAHAAHHA
Nick: a relay race where you behead a person and run with the saw kicking the head the whole way
Josh: HAHAHAAAAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Nick: then you pass the saw
: to the next person and they behead there guy
: its a good race
Josh: thats sick
: id watch
: lol
Nick: then of coarse there is a the chop block event
: see if you can behad a person in one swing of an axe
: you start out with normal people
: then you use fatter and fatter people
: it would so work

Sin Wave of Life

When the Pie of my life is half things seam good. A little demanding for more; a whole pie would be nice. Then a whole pie is added before me and suddenly things take a turn for the worse. The positive experiences change quickly into negative, with a brief stop at absolution. The desecration of once good thoughts dance within my brain. Wondering always did this already happen? Didn't I travel this long road just two pies ago.

Nostalgia

The world spins around. Everyday passes with new choices to be made; each choice thus destroying another world. When looking back at what could be or should be leaves an unsettling feeling. A longing felt deep with the depths of one's soul. Stuck in daze of things of old, the future seams grim. Then the inspiration appears, the one truth slips into the dream and you know why it could not be and should not be. The Illusions of the past fades away into the past and the skies clear revealing the bright future ahead.

Beans and Dreams

Wondering about beans,

do they make dreams,

could I buy a bunch,

I would use them,

like magic beans,

plant them outside,

and let them grow

The Broken Moon and the Dead Sea

what is it ?
the drive for something more?
is it holding you back?
killing the dream of yesterday?
and the whole time wondering,
was it worth it?
over the broken moon?
under the dead sea?
is something there?
hidden by the lighter half of things?
wondering if the was dream worth seeing?
is it just a glimse of a could be future, where everything is right?

Coasting Through a Field of Razor Blades and Discarded Syringes

Hold the flab of the box,
away we go over the blocks.
there is no way to stop,
thinking of the potential drop,
I'm glad I have clean socks,

the scratching sound,
of life liven unbound,
ready to put it on table,
to knowing its unstable,
questing for the pleasure ground,

The box breaks apart,
before you even start,
realizing the secret plan,
and becoming a godly hand,
thus the artificial heart

Hello,

Welcome to life,
an everlasting circle,
self doubt to self realization,

quicker than you might think,

but written in stone,

life goes on,

yet stays the same,

stuck forever in a state of obscurity,

with the perfect clearity,

yet so divided,

and united,

breaching the norms of Life.

Steadfast Slumber

Under the dim glow the television, our hero rests. A crust forms slowly over the hero's eyes, the world grows dim. His super senses fade away as sleep sets in. Just then a shadow passes! Darkness envelops what was once the light, frightful screams replace the once joyful laughter, the bountifully feast spoils and rots, flesh burns, and the wave of darkness shrouds the world.

The masses cry out for our hero, still deep in slumber. They pound and wail upon his chest begging and pleaing that he might wake. Save Us! They scream as death creeps into the doorway. As it strolls closer, the screams crescendo bursting into silence. Reaching out from its ragged gown, a dark hand rest upon our hero's shoulder. A sinister chuckle rings out loud followed by a empty sigh.
"Good Night, Sweet Heart"

Forgotten Lore of Snore

Branching out from broken limbs,
Life grows cruel despite,
the mighty may laugh,
the weak may tremble,
but what is it to Sleep,

The eyes may twitch,
the body may sigh,
but beware,
the dreams inside,
Mind Wide Open,
Eyes Closed Shut,

 

Today is the last day of Yesterday and the first day of Tomorrow

Satin shoes,
under the sky,
waiting for you,
as time passes by,
rain and drain,
the mystery inside,
look past Yesterday,
into Tomorrow,
but remember Today,
and the Satin Sky

Boring Cheese Ideas

Killa Cheese,
Raining Down,
Killa Cheese Ball.
Rolling Down,
Killa Liquid Cheese,
Dripping Down

The Unrequited Life

I once thought the best story was the one left untold, that a man who could honestly say that he lived his life to the best. I pitied the man sitting high upon his bar stool bragging about the shorter things of life. I simply dismissed it as an act of self encouragement for one lacking in it. Yet, time is a cruel mistress, things change and not everyone lives happily ever after.

Sitting on the Ice Cover Roof of Self Doubt and Inadequate Sex

Slippery Slip,
Quick Sip,
Empty bottle's last drop,
Climbing to the very top,
Balancing on the tip,

Screaming the awful cry,
wish you were gonna die,
push me off the top,
then a quick drop,
and say good bye

The Countless Coulds of the Unrequited Life

Anticipation of a dyeing cry,
Shaking the knees,
turning the stomach,
sharp glance,
a moment of contact,
cold stare,
burning to the ground,
head down,
and feet fluttering,
chalk another one on the wall

Hot Leaded Steel Burning the Eyes of Truthful Actions

Hot Steaming Rain,
Screaming down the lane,
Open your eyes,
up in the sky,
and release the sane

Dancing Wildly Under The Preconstructed Glory of Life

Look out,
flying brick,
heading towards a head,
your path be curvey,
you mind is straight,
but watch out brick,
the conflict is near

Shapeless control

May I take your order,
delusional disorder,
would you like frys with that,
fried deep with animal fat,
its just a recorder,

Where did the people go,
leaving this desire to know,
communicable wires,
loaded with liars,
yet empty with no show,

burn it down,
dancing all around,
crucify the unrequited,
and all became ignited,
the vain hope surround,

the combusting masses,
screaming as time passes,
was it all alone,
or just never shone,
hidden behind dark glasses,

please come again,
letting it explain,
the fruitless desires,
of all it requires,
desolate friar,

Hero of the bright night

Heroes aren't born,
they give no scorn,
forged in fire,
of utter desire,
but never mourn,

Feeble and weak,
masses will shriek,
demanding an answer,
malignant cancer,
forever meek,

They do not fight
for what's right,
they abstract
but not act,
under the might,

Thus the hero appear,
and all give cheer,
he fights for good,
and all he should,
not all is clear,

Hero of the light,
bring thy darkest night,
once forgotten,
all goes rotten,
of anguishing delight,

Feeble we cry,
hoping to die,
nothing is pure,
forbid light to obscure,
and just defy

Plagiarism String

Bowls of cash
bunches of fruit
a $20 porn
sexy like this body
I got it for you
one disc and girls only
found dirty and scratched
like your soul
hail somebody full of bountifully fruit
favor and glorification
some bright tale
demonstrate it some more
one more time
put your face in the chest and open your eyes

Lost Humanity

Everyone is a whore,
demanding for more,
if just a dream,
a systematic regime,
the fruitless promise of before

Quickened Summary of Existence

Life,
unreliable, imperfection,
broken, heartless, dreams,
vile, resurrection,
Death

Temptations of a Painless Soul

Apple Sauce is a message,
hidden in a jar,
mushed gooey goodness,
with apples from a far,
hear the vacuum seal pop,
scream with sinful ecstasy,
chunky warm and angelic,
understand sweet and sour,
awakening of my death,
the fruit of my desire

Quest For More

Outside the door,
Soiled dry sky,
Streaking electric fire,
Rain ever more,
Never saying die,
Maybe we're there,
Break down the door,
See the perfect world,
No body stare,
War to end war,
Need ecclesiastical attire,
For hot blood swirled,
Open the door,
And quest for more

Today

yesterday's morrow,
is to pass,
just to borrow,
not to last,
everlasting sorrow

Prepackaged Wonder

open the jar,
a smooth ride,
creamy goodness,
inside,
prepackaged wonder,
made with love,
by machines,
symptomatic of,
life by artificial means

Quick Fix for the Not So Sober

break the cube,
let the bird fly,
a distant future,
may die,

look for it,
in the sink,
spinning down,
in the drain,

goo be gone,
tree bending,
sing a song,
all along,

cheap plastic,
pleasure for pain,
open the door,
mush the brain,

twirling rampantly,
soaring under the sky,
shoot the angel,
eat the dust,

be one with it,
set upon it,
the goal is here,
the end is near

plummer

tear oh tear,
sicken the pain,
send a message,
answering the call,
smoothing the wrinkle,
past the dust,
things worth doing,
left undone,
thinking of the future,
stuck in the past,
bring forth the fire,
and seal the soul,
leaking and rusty,
tear,
drip,
fix the leak

Eye in the sky

venture in,
the darkness will flow,
breaking the bone,
rotting the flesh,
oooohh yes,
kill the dream,
no hope,
secret destroyed,
welcome inside,
look at it,
and bleed from within,
the search is over,
nothing is found,
help us,
the screams demand,
shaking and throbbing,
masses will hunger,
demanding an end,
looking to the sky,
wonder why

Of humanity

Break it,
releasing the pleasure,
the wall is there,
holding the few,
keeping it at bay,
know that only one,
maybe today,
could be,
should be,
the reply,
for our plea

Super

Super duper,
have you seen,
dollar per,
crystals bean,
grow and go
the time of sleep is over

Over

some know it,
a gentle embrace,
or tantalizing taste,
the scent fragrant aroma,
a sore sight,
familiar sounds,
it is over

My Fias

Sharp twist,
empty push,
electric tingle,
smooth sooth,
return pain

Back

Back and ready to rumble,
Waited for you,
But your time is through,
So what,
Extended your time,
And still ahead by a dime,
Back with tireless pace

This is to you

This is the all the haters who can't read the top of this damn page actually it is to the one hater who made an entry disappear


You are the malevolent scum,
the monstrous aberration,
you seek only to scathe,
your psyche is diabolic,
you delight in anguish,
you think you are clever,
but you are not,
you are feebleminded and grotesque,
your ill nature is proven by your ill intentions,
you are all that is amiss with this existence,

Forever Awake

anguish of knowing,
kill the everlasting dream,
forever awake

Essence of the dream

Essence of the dream,
a mismatched day,
harmless it may seem,
but you are going to pay,

eyes wide open,
mind closed shut,
soul reopen,
know what's what,

venture in the void,
where kings lie,
all hopes of sleep destroyed,
stare death eye to eye,

ode to "Thy shinny penny send forth from thy gods"

Thy empty pockets and thy hungry mouth,
One penny needed to get thy satisfactions,
Searching east, west, north and south,
A dime trapped thy retrieval proved impossible actions,
Cold automatic entrance unleash thy cold wind,
On thy wood bench the moment seemed grim,
Light shined down upon thy penny glowing,
A golden penny lay left behind,
Thy gods have blessed thee hymn,
Sent in need and received,
Now we walk the world knowing

Ardor Poison

lay in the rain,
stare into the sky,
remember the sane,
swiming in the eyes,

you smiled brightly,
with a light sigh,
you were one with the breath,
into the blood you soaked,

sudden throbbe in the head,
grow the scorching pain,
wish you were dead,
the contaminated soul

Are Awaking

The distant land,
flowing from my hand,
out streched arms,
holding out the pain,
the broken chest,
rising with every breath,
sweat pours down,
the crippled brow,
over the open left eye,
spilling with tears,
the blood trickles
the open wounds,
Saturating the fleah,
five more minutes,
five more minutes of rest

Crinkle Crackle

Although useless,
Although meaningless,
the world is there,
The days pass by,
if you vaule them,
or not,
Crinkle Crackle,
Crinkle Crackle

Survival of the mind

~tick~ ~tock~,
time slows to a stop,
my mind screams from within,
A sudden understanding,
"nothing matters",
the world crumbles down,
all around,
the lights dims,
into the dark,
There I am alone
and i wonder
is that ok?
(dedicated to Josh)

The Itch

Do you feel it?
crawling up your spine?
under your skin,
moving every so cautiously,
up,
the desire,
the need,
you feel it growing,
you want,
you require,
it becomes unbearable,
you succumb to it,

Capes, Drapes, and grapes

The vine grows,
the hero appears,
but I close the drapes,
I know not the joys,
I know not the pains,
I just want to sleep,
is that ok?
(dedicated to B)

Chain letters

bronze crystal ice,
reflecting the tears,
it seamed so nice
than i had on to many beers,
Why does it have to be this way,
drunk and alone,
trying to make it through the day,
i wish i would of known,
Chain letters are true,
If only you knew,
how true,

Rock

I often wonder the value of sanity,
is it really worth it,
the price is reason
and dreamless nights,
no adventures,
no thoughts,
numb,
and mindless,
like a rock

Chronicles of the Hobo Part I

I am a hobo,
you know it,
my shoes are plastic bags,
from k-mart,
my pants are paper bags,
from save a lot
my shirt is a cloth bag,
I stole from an old lady,
my hat is a broken shoe,
I stole it brand new,
I travel from place to place,
with a stick,
satchel attached,
hopping on moving trains,
sneaking in car trunks,
I sleep where I want,
I sleep in a box,
or under your car,
maybe in your front lawn,
Get up you bum
you say,
I smile and tip my cap,
No sir, I am a hobo,
I say,
good day to you sir,
I say,
I am a hobo,
hear my mighty decaying cough

Begin

Hidden in the dark,
it is there,
waiting for day,
for the end,
for you see,
everything is dark,
in the beginning

Tiao-Toao

The Real Reverence
Is Perfect Humanity
A Ludicrous Comprehension
Of Myriad Simplicity
The Aloof Embrace
Of Kind Carnage
A Conscious Comatose
Of Hideous Rapture

Teddy bear

Teddy Bear,
Teddy Bear,
just sitting there,
looking there,
without a care,
what's your secret,
what do you know,
why do smile without control,
Lucidly vague,
like a rotten egg,
life is a wasting,
but you just sit there,
Mr. Teddy Bear

knowledge

I feel I am going to die,
I feel it in my left eye,
something I did,
something I know,
forbidden fruit,
knowledge untold,
its in my head,
rock'n my brain,
jump'n and bump'n,
not a moment to rest,
knowledge must be told ,"oh yes"

View

magic window,
show me a magic land,
where faires live and play,
i gaze through the window,
the world passes by,
I stare into it,
into forever,
I age,
crumble into dust,
i still gaze out the window

Yes my friend believe it

Nick: who are you?
B: I am me
Nick: but what if you weren't
B: who am I kidding I don't know who I am
Nick: is it the journey that matters or the quest, the goal. Is the world indifferent to the plights and sufferings as well as the joys and lustful actions? Or is it simply a question of relativity? How much are you experiencing in relation to what you have experienced? Does it come out even? Is it possible to be screwed from the womb?
B: I would say so
Nick: yes my friend believe it

Nick: I think I can get you some drugs if you need um, some zoloft?
B: LOL, no I'm good
Nick: are you sure?
B: I have vicodin if needed from my surgery
Nick: I can make a mad vicodin, zoloft, vodka cocktail on the rocks
B: of death
Nick: shaken not stirred, well I only promise you will not be depressed anymore,living is another thing all together
B: living is gay
Nick: plus I can guarantee that you will feel no pain, you probable couldn't even feel anything, even if I poked you with a stick
B: o man, that's awesome
Nick: yes my friend believe it

Nick: maybe there is a whole hidden race
Josh: that eats hot
Nick: whose sole purpose is to be everywhere you are not, anywhere were you can not see, they stay out of pictures and TV but only for the channels and magazine you watch and look at, what if they hide behind your shadow and every time you move bam there right there, feel their cold breath down your neck, a itch on back, where you know they are touching you
Josh: tis true
Nick: yes my friend believe it

understand

know,
the world,
know,
your mind,
know,
your body,
know,
your soul,
know,
everything,
and understand,
nothing

Listen

listen now and listen well,
for i am only going to say this once,

did you hear what i said?

Yesterday

Yesterday,
smiles,
happy,
arms,
you,
me,
yesterday,
tomorrow

Am sleeping,

The silent sound,
the open space,
an empty mouth,
the stale air,
in the void,

it is there,
watching you,
from behind the shadow,
into the darkness,
but that is where,
you expect it to be,
not staring into your face,
in the brightest of light,
it watches,

its murmuring whisper echoing in your ear,
its clear reflection glaring in your eye
its hot breath rushing down your neck,
its sweet liquid trickling in your mouth,
its stern stench swirling in your nostrils,
its eternal rapture swimming inside your head

The empty bottle.

In from shines,
A as destination,
Then that is,
to disappear the,
what painter am,
hopes

the a down,
tiny the I,
suddenly once gone,
wish before sky,
does I just,
faded

night tiny into,
glow ancient stare,
the sent I,
upon I turns,
it am a,
with

sky star the,
emerges light deep,
glow its look,
a can blank,
mean not dreamer,
the

a far reflective,
from reaches into,
fades light up,
star ever A,
I not who's,
tiny

tiny far empty,
the its the,
the to into,
but think blank,
am artist dreams,
glow

light away bottle,
bottle final bottle,
star me sky,
They "I Wish" canvas
no I and,
inside

the empty bottle

(*note read each line slowly, a five numonic count, to grasp its importance and meaning. It doesn't hurt to hold your head at a 90 degree angel while reading)

Toliet

feel the burn,
the ashen air,
the crusted earth,
the soul is upon you,
creeping from the darkness,
the mirror of truth,
will soon show face,
and all will pay,
for this day,
when the world was born,
ploop,
flush,
gone

Seed

the tree is dead,
the rive flows from it,
snakes and dinosours flow out,
eating the heart of light,
then the green glow expoldes,
into the infinite sun,
the evil of the world dies,
but that is when the new,
tfhe new are a sigular body,
composed of the diamond in the roof,
it swings at thee,
waiting for the bell to ring,
the fight will not start,
without the seed of your mind

winds

The winds of the western sun call to me,
a sudden jingle in my ear,
a tiny tingle apon my breast,
a slow rush over my mind,
a cold chill down my back,
a tiny bubble under my skin,
a buring glare in my eye,
a bitter taste on my tounge
a crisp stench inside my nose
The winds call to me,
My time of final choice has come,
Do I return to the past that has forsaken me,
or leave it all behind,
and risk losing myself as well.

Me

Feel Me
Touch Me,
Smell Me,
Rub Me,
Taste Me,
Hold Me,
Love Me,

War

Nick: my alien fetus glows green though
B: that means it a homosexual alien
Nick: well than at least it's not unisexed
B: mine is a sexual
Nick: just sexual?
B: asexual, LOL
Nick: it could be, but just imagine if you were asexual
B: that would be the shit
Nick: you would have so many kids by now. It would be like B Jr. the 40th
B: u damn right
Nick: if everyone was asexual there would be no wars
B: if everyone was dead there would be no wars
Nick: true, I say we go for that

Walking in the Shadow

Walking in the shadow,
cold and lonely,
staring at her back,
as she steadly walks on,
you suddenly stop,
the dark mistress,
gets angry,
but once you know,
there is light,
blocked out,
by the shadow,
her shadow,
You can see right through her

`}> NICK <{`

tiny bubbles

tiny bubbles in the air,
flying through the air,
without a care,
you knew,
that the bubbles would pop,
encloseing it,
between your hands,
POP,
all i could do is watch

~/}NICK{\~

Nipple Tassels

Spining round and round,
Bright and flashy,
catches your eye,
spin baby spin,
up and down,
round and round,
can't look away,
can't even pay,

~[ Nick ]~

The hole

The hole is deep inside,
eats the stick,
kills the rock,
breaks the water,
smothers the air,
anilailation is the beginning,
the beginning of nothing

~{| Nick |}~

Owl

the owl in dark,
looking out into the sun,
the world burns bright,
the owl in the dark,

~|`Nick`|~

Ice Cream Cone

My ice cream cone,
it melted long ago,
I wish it was mine,
nice and cold,
ice cream cone,
why do you taunt me,
why do you flaught,
why can't I taste you,
succulent sweet,
so good I could eat,
all there is a sticky puddle,
but a memory,
of my dear ice cream cone,

~|- Nick -|~

black jack

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~|\\ NICK //|~

Wake

The little coffee shop,
in the street,
I watch the world,
pass by,
the wheel of time,
spins and grinds,
the world above,
when its my time,
The hall will open,
As I stroll down it,
I look into the windows,
I see what has been,
Then I come to a door.

|~{ NICK }~|

Mellow Marsh

Rain from the sky,
filling the below of the land,
the sugar sweet of her lips,
drips into the cream of her skin,
melting into a marsh,
the mellow marsh,

The marsh is narrow
wide,
and deep,
It taste so sweet,

The marsh overflows,
the sweet liquid,
spilling over the land,
into the valleys,

The mellow marsh,
is from which,
all life emerges,
the womb of all,

Suculent and sweet,
a taste you can not beat,
the mellow marsh,
is the dream,
a dream we all seek,

~|[ Nick ]|~

Luster

All the luster,
you can muster,
the earth will shake,
and the heavens fall,
a simple breath,
in summers air,
it whips the back,
bleeds the soul,
rots the flesh,
crumbles into sand,
the hour glass will empty,
and the last grain will fall,
all the muster,
you can luster,

|~|-Nick-|~|

We See

The eyes of all,
all but we,
for we see,
Hate,
Love,
the dream
of you and me.
~-| NICK |-~

dRIPPLE

When your tired
and feel alone
you dripple
its a little bit
but it means so much
and sometimes
it means to little
but the important thing
is to remember
a dripple is not forgotten
>---NICK---<

Hope

Pandora's Box contained Death famine plague, disease, pain, panic, lies and all the evils man kind suffers. It all was contained in this box. Lies originated from this box. Even the most important lie of all, hope. Hope is the lie we tell ourselves to get through the day. Hope is the lie we tell ourselves to go to sleep; hoping that tomorrow will be a better day. Its the drug the quick fix knowing that things may be better. Hope tells us that the sun will always rise after it has set. We believe in the lie. Hope is really man's greatest Evil. It is an addiction. It only shows its Evil when you realize you lost all hope. Then the truth sets in it was all a lie, you never had hope and for forever you will have no hope.
Extracted from my book
"Mind Education Recreation: The Story of Nothing"
----by: Nick

Ribs

Ever wonder the meain of life?
or
Ever wonder why woman exist?
One word for yea

"God" took adams rib and ate it. Then being the "smart all powerfull being" he said if i eat all his ribs he'll die. So I'll make a woman to have babys. So he did and they had babys and god eats us when we die."
----by: Nick

<3 Rise

Let the rain fall as i walk,
The block sits steady,
Ready my meal made of cat,
Come on down if you're ready.

As the cow runs the mile, just think about it.
Never again will you see your precoious,
flop the donkey.
Josh

The pH of my life

well right now the stream of my life is such that my pH factor will not allow for people to bath in my blood
for you see that the eye of the west is closer than the east
crosseyed and bewilder i ran
up and down
but not side to side
and the echos rang out loud from the bell of the white goddess
which was under foot to the big black cloud
then the lighting stuck and it missed
for you see the river of my life is such that the end could be today
and today is not a very good day
so i lay my bridge
and say good day
for it may be the last
or maybe just the first
---by: Nick

So-Me

Roses like tulips ,
the flowers of sex,
may your mouse bop your dog,
and shutup your red pen,
for ten is a thought,
that you may ought,
to be somebody
----by: Nick

YOU ARE

Apples like oranges the trees of death
may your monkey jump your horse
and kick your widow's wife
for life
is a dream
and it might seam
that you are poo
----by: Nick