Pyrotex Posted February 10, 2006 Report Share Posted February 10, 2006 The Addiction of Intelligence...It is not content at all,with a voracious appetite.Bravo. Well done. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pyrotex Posted February 10, 2006 Report Share Posted February 10, 2006 Last Stand at the Zombie CorralNelson Thompson, 2006We live in a world of the living dead.Haunted by their outstretched armsAnd their blood stained scraggly teeth.Stiff straight legs, they walk like slo-mo ducks.Each a guided missile zombie aimedAt those who aren't zombies. Yet.Who are these monsters? What makes them feastOn living flesh while theirs is pale and cold?They are the ones who are infestedWith maggots of the soul.Worms of dogma, worms of faith,Worms of holy creed and word,Memetic worms that infest and spreadFrom mind to mind, overcoming knowledge,Sanity and curiosity.There's no life behind their eyes.They believe devoutly what they're toldBy other zombies who also bought what they were sold.And on and on from corpse to corpse, theIgnorance is spread without recourse toThinking, logic, facts or reason.They can't abide the living,Those whose eyes flash with theComplexity of reality.We are surrounded and outnumbered.Listen to their brain-dead chants.Kill for Allah! Kill for Jesus!Kill for the polygods of Hindu!Destroy the Constitution!Our God will write the Laws!Kill the scientists and the atheists!Kill the smartass intellectuals!I can hear them, they are closer.We are running out of ammo,Our bullets: our words and logic.I am down to my last grenade,A book of freshman physics.But they don't read.They don't think.All knowledge to themIs simplifiedSo they don't have to.Simplified to just three words:Believe and Obey!Believe and Obey!This is it.Have courage.They're here. BluesMan 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted February 10, 2006 Report Share Posted February 10, 2006 Staring, Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted February 10, 2006 Author Report Share Posted February 10, 2006 Me too Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pyrotex Posted February 11, 2006 Report Share Posted February 11, 2006 Me tooGosh, guys, :hihi: did I say something wrong?! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Racoon Posted February 12, 2006 Report Share Posted February 12, 2006 No Pyro,Think you just melded Zombies and the OK Corral better than Robert Frost!:hihi: Whens your book coming out?? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted February 13, 2006 Report Share Posted February 13, 2006 Gosh, guys, :) did I say something wrong?! Lounge Voices:singer: Ok what the **** are you talking about?haha it's so fun to swear.You said everything rightyou said everything wrong!i love your last poem man.You put on some different shoesonly to find those aren't even your feet!!! :hihi: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted February 13, 2006 Report Share Posted February 13, 2006 letters to Joy 1You know,I plopped down in a crater,stirring moon-dustas my energy body,and I watched the earth in fast forward. Spinning,Pulsed green, Pulse blue.a memory. We were joined by Horsesi exhale quick, and extend a limband uncurl the fingers i will use to petthe gracious ones before us.Thru smoke my hand is so unlike yours-Basically,we were cut in half that night.And by we I mean YouMe (of course, look at my hoofs!)and the two horseswho trotted up to us like we knew they were going to ask one of us fora cigarette. When i allow my mind to wander.which is much like a security guard asleepafter late night masturbation,I start to write about how we became Centaurs- 2I still have not familiarized myself with the fact of You.You sit over there,and when I realize what that means,My mind,THE MAGNETFlies first,then approaches with caution.Oh,but the caution is just a signover to the side of the road.Bright, orangebut never there for long. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted February 13, 2006 Report Share Posted February 13, 2006 Embrace your sweaty palms,Tangled in the fact you're just Stimulated. Hiding something that occurs like thatis to suppress.You're going to let embarassment eat your ecstacy? You like crumbs? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted February 13, 2006 Report Share Posted February 13, 2006 Dear walls of Jello,let me borrow your metal bag on wheelsso I can take you to the check standWrite on a check, too. Dear Deli Clerks, You make me excellent sandwiches behind glass, there.All I have to do is be patient, They'll deliverto my new home on this checkerboard lonoleum flooringOnly stepping on grays,No whites today.You can see with television hanging from the ceiling above the frozen Turkeys in lit-up bin.Perceiving elmoon a flat screenSIRSo i look upthey hand me sandwhichesand i eat them they're so nice! i thank them every time.they never make me pay.Am i supposed to pay Up Front? Dear concrete,You littered all over the orchards.Now i can't eat fruit.So, since albertsonsis taking up a bunch of spaceand there is food in there-I'll just walk in thereand get food. Life. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted February 13, 2006 Report Share Posted February 13, 2006 i buy things i can not aquire with imagination and motion. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarantism Posted February 14, 2006 Report Share Posted February 14, 2006 awakened i crawl from the pinealmy limbs quivering with questionsthe walls are tripping on somethingand they gyrate with timeless percisionas in the fourth dimension,out of an infinate number of relms possible,we percieve only four, for now. my expression lives inside my hotel faceand the curtains are drawn,the starless night seeps into swamp cloudsand them moon waxes and wainswhining to be seen. my feet drag along tarp pavementand stark vines claw at the chance to feeluntil finilly i can rest,awaiting the jupiter trans-mission Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loricybin Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 nothing works for these jerkssomething quirks and smirks about itround-a-bout flounder out pout creep an upside down crescent, oh crescendo . . . plateau for flat snow chaining a ring slink dinky dinkdragged behind a diurnal smelly carpet truck holy ****. ****ing can't be holy?!!?why the **** fling not your holiness?!??well, this silliness is not my businessbut isn't this? i mean, it's only imaginary, but you could have looked through-ALL- of them. red fire trucks drive away bored-ish, nothing to do-ish but go to a school-ishwhere some fool-ishuses tool-ish to make drool-ishthose who crave theatrics.and of course that annoying,fake ***** of heroism. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted February 16, 2006 Author Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 Gosh, guys, ;) did I say something wrong?! Oh contraire higher pyre fair,i 'me too'ed' but Orby's stare,read your poema bit back there,went to reverie off somewhere,so well writ, it cause me stare...starring....starring...me too.:rant: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted February 18, 2006 Author Report Share Posted February 18, 2006 Do I go or do I stay now?Freak or beak or ever sway now?Get out soon but first you pay now!Up to the gods, say holy cow now!To that money better bow now;Must just breathe or else you die now.Up to the gods, say holy cow now.;) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bio-Hazard Posted February 18, 2006 Report Share Posted February 18, 2006 "The Thoughts"by: Whatever alias I use on the web These thoughts keep active as they resideBe carefree and let them slideKeep them consistent and they'll eat you inside Meditate upon these thoughts, the ones insideUnderstand that you must let them slide.Evil always existed as it will turn and reside. These thoughts give the vison of a deep red.How does one remove these ideas from her head?Laying down with her face in the pillow, wishing she was deadLaying upon her death bed. Regret stays consistent as doth thoughtContinued to be fought as the mind rots.The red head dead on her death bed. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Racoon Posted February 18, 2006 Report Share Posted February 18, 2006 Glitch,, never was a poem I can read between the lines,...................................... :lol: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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