thank-you for saving my night
an unexpected wonder
like a rainless thunder
you came you shook
my heart you nearly took
with script you typed and shipped
to my screen and i clicked
mind and mouse
mouse and mind
but mind moreso
and mine torso
it shakes it laughs
you gave it that gas
feels good
now what is my pillow
a rock a stone
an banana shaped telephone
stab in my head
after pleasantries were said
nothing seems so grand
everything now is bland
have you ever thought of singing in a band
it is all i want
and to write for this, not flaut
for i am talentless
at this i'm voiceless
but together what we could create
could not be shipped in and size crate
not withheld by any strength grate
just a thought
i've always sought
now
to bed
please be my dream
and tear the seams
beams
i

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From: KRS10
Dec 22, 2004 3:22 AM                                     

 : )

I think before i think too many thoughts
I should think to thump down on my pillow
and plop, and prop some heavy thoughts
where they belong, the weeping willow,
and don't deny that i want to defy
gravity
from the inside to the tips of pores
to leave is to sacrifice more
to step is to stop
to and to leave is to believe
that dreams can reassemble
and it's not jack frost that makes us tremble
but all in all i know i must ramble
even if just for a puny sample
of visiting hours with my cushion
so i suppose this time i won't wait
to appreciate
the letters that might realize before me
what fun for each message
massaging my blown mind with a sort of silly sense
so i'm going under the blankets to hide
and i'll have to catch you on the flip side 

--------------------------

 Oh the Guffaw
That just caught me raw!!
i feel somewhat inferior
to, "Exotic cereal,"
it just sounds so emperial,
the Chex' smooth style is fearful,
and milk MOOves me like an earful,
of some cleverly hidden thoughts
wrapped up in words
almost unheard of
feel like i'm handcuffed
the keyboard taunts
the rhyme scheme haunts
the rhythm that bounces in and out again flaunts
it's ability to leave and come back
oh, influenza,
if we were the flu i'd never get better
and stay outside in nasty weather
so we could have some fun together
but that idea is for nought
since i had my flu shot.
---------------------------------
you
just make me smile so
the way your pretty thoughts all line up in a row
connect from hither to heather
flowers not pleather
a tickle with feather
it feels my fancy
i feel you're fancy
quik choco
exotic cereal
brown oreo
lavish dining zone
speak always in this tone
and you will catch me
caught up in this zoo
and we
will remind you
of a flu 

 ----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: Jeremy
Date: Dec 21, 2004 11:24 PM

admits lost
smiles just tossed?
i think not
purpose and thought
were what was really thrown in
but measure of meaning destined
my belly hurts and i yawn
so i wander upwards yet retawn
shortly flatly unnoticably
you and me
rock the eh em
till dusk dim
gives way to sun glim
sun glum
in this winter hum
low pitch
monotonous glitch
grey and forget
that summer basket

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got a seal of approval
for the morning glory
spreadin out it's petals to frost
not minding the cold story
for he
has been quite a delightful glow
a tidal wave thrown into flow
and morning glory stretches to grow
pleased with chatter, variety's best,
unconcered with lack of rest,
flinch with and pinch
of moodiness maybe,
but regret won't find this baby,
quixotic cheerios will slip down
my throat
in four hours
after showers
i might think of fishy tongues
i might think of wiggling lungs
chortling about the dementia floor
we
remind me
of a morning glory 
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 you were an inject!
you were their insect
though likely forced throught respect
of elderly suspect
to easy disease
to cold chill and breeze
brought in by young one
strong and filled ddsj
gd
i lift my shirt
reveal my belly
this doesn't match
i'm just tired
i sent you to bed
many messages ago
but we have such fun
that you just cannot part
its not a small world after all
otherwise on your doorstep this instant i would call
dear lady come dance
we make our own beat and our own stance
we hold eachother like nothing else
and say to eachother what is this do tells
a feeling below the throat
a feeling above the gut
a feeling i almost want to shut
for it is a tease
a gentle starboard breeze
tugs directly at my pump
the one that beats a mightly lump
mighty now weak
week now years
gone
wrong?

----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: kris-10
Date: Dec 21, 2004 11:55 PM

Oh the Guffaw
That just caught me raw!!
i feel somewhat inferior
to, "Exotic cereal,"
it just sounds so emperial,
the Chex' smooth style is fearful,
and milk MOOves me like an earful,
of some cleverly hidden thoughts
wrapped up in words
almost unheard of
feel like i'm handcuffed
the keyboard taunts
the rhyme scheme haunts
the rhythm that bounces in and out again flaunts
it's ability to leave and come back
oh, influenza,
if we were the flu i'd never get better
and stay outside in nasty weather
so we could have some fun together
but that idea is for nought
since i had my flu shot. 
-----------------------------------------------
 you
just make me smile so
the way your pretty thoughts all line up in a row
connect from hither to heather
flowers not pleather
a tickle with feather
it feels my fancy
i feel you're fancy
quik choco
exotic cereal
brown oreo
lavish dining zone
speak always in this tone
and you will catch me
caught up in this zoo
and we
will remind you
of a flu 
------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------
 admits lost
smiles just tossed?
i think not
purpose and thought
were what was really thrown in
but measure of meaning destined
my belly hurts and i yawn
so i wander upwards yet retawn
shortly flatly unnoticably
you and me
rock the eh em
till dusk dim
gives way to sun glim
sun glum
in this winter hum
low pitch
monotonous glitch
grey and forget
that summer basket 
--------------------------------------------------
 so wait
straight
up our bums
and stuffed down our throats
a bottle of tums
to quiet our queezy, breezy, humanity...
and little does our sanity
matter
when flatter
earths have faltered,
and platters
of mental and physical well being altered,
and left only dust
the beginning and the end
just-
ified
tried to keep all the rights
we thought we might
deserve
but we serve
the honour to be alive
that we strive
to better some lives.
so when dust rolls in and dust rolls out
we don't worry about
carrying gout
and we don't worry about
having doubts
because we got
everything we came with : ) 


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 if i was meant to die
i was meant to fly
no need to inject inject deny
protect your soul
for not would be sin
more important than skin
almost everythin'
don't even begin
to crack smiles or grin
for to win
trust can't be thin
it is all
and live with that
it's not small
but it is all
it is all 
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 	 I sense the good in protecting your skin,
preventing diseases that could get in,
the madness that could creep inside,
or more literally - AIDs could cause you to die,
and though i have strong trust in people,
which is often betrayed even by the church steeple,
i think that rather than screwing myself,
i would prefer screwing someone else.
but Bert,
much hurt,
can come from a cert-
ain amount of trust,
doubt is often a must,
or your heart just might bust,

just as long as you lay
down your pride, don't betray
your own faith in our flesh
and cause others to crush. 

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 protect yourself protect another
your own skin so important to smother
but did they ever look out for the other
or now so separate in their own house
and death is what they do douse
and what they inject a new dose
that and then there's fructose
creates a new nose
a new you
a not you
it's all a scew
they've gone for screw
they've gone for screw
them
them
i?
no
i!
please no 
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 There are clowns in my home,
though I don't know of yours,
In the pocket, my own,
Red nose, loudly snores,
for the dark time until tomorrow,
it will rest and wait for me,
but right now mirrors show more than sorrow,
somehow in filth is also glee,
so to be happy and to cool down,
fling ourselves into the mud,
the pigs roll around in the dirtiest puddle
to protect their own skin from the sun