11-16-2004, 09:24 PM | #41 (permalink) | |
Oh dear God he breeded
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11-28-2004, 07:40 PM | #43 (permalink) | |
Oh dear God he breeded
Location: Arizona
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Bad spellers of the world untie!!! I am the one you warned me of I seem to have misplaced the bullet with your name on it, but I have a whole box addressed to occupant. |
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11-28-2004, 07:41 PM | #44 (permalink) |
Oh dear God he breeded
Location: Arizona
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Heres another one for you to enjoy. Some parts of it don't seem to flow just right to me, but, over all I like it. Hope you do to.
Deconstruct me Reconstruct me Transform me like Optimus fucking Prime Change my form to change my mind My mind My mind My mind is on fire Burning toxic smoking clouds Like me and MacLeod There can be only one I am the only one The only son Of forgotten empires From the past present and future There is no past There is no future Only this present Wrapped up under The tree of me The tree of free From the trinity Of my myself and I In the synagogue Of my transindental living room To much dust I need a broom Sweep away the refuse The things I no longer need So I can see The colors colors burning bright To light up this self made night Clear out the past that never was Leave just me A peach Juicy coated in fuzz Eat my flesh Leave just the pit And plant my heart So it can grow Break its hardened shell And lay roots In the soil of self Consciousness and awareness Grow beyond my limits From pitiful to pit to tree My ideas seeds to fall and grow Through my words become A forest of one Roots intertwined From mine to mind And the tree of me Becomes the tree of we Feeding growing Spiritual photosynthesis Nourishing us With the love light From the soul of Sol
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12-03-2004, 12:48 PM | #45 (permalink) |
Forget me not...
Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.
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Only friend I have that can take my breath away with his poetry and his words...
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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 |
01-03-2005, 12:32 PM | #47 (permalink) |
Oh dear God he breeded
Location: Arizona
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More happy goodness from the mind of Seer. Hope you enjoy.
Dry Rot Live in my head Cause my heart is dead And my soul is wasting away As the dry rot settles in My fist is clenched Around the wrench I used to beat on my mind As the dry rot turns to sin I can feel the decay As my soul fades away Faster every day Dry rot eats me away It comes at night My chest gets tight And breath just won't come As the dry rot starts to spread It clouds my mind 'Til I can't find My way back from here As teh dry rot fills my head I can feel the disease It brings my to my knees Stronger as it feeds Dry rot takes what it needs I can feel the decay As my soul fades away Faster every day Dry rot eats me away Flesh and bone Turn to stone And crumble into dust As dry rot wins the day So lay me down Into the ground And offer up a prayer That with me dry rot stays
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Bad spellers of the world untie!!! I am the one you warned me of I seem to have misplaced the bullet with your name on it, but I have a whole box addressed to occupant. |
01-07-2005, 05:53 PM | #48 (permalink) |
Forget me not...
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Deep, Seer...as usual. Miss you a lot hon...
You can get out of my head now. lol!
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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 01-10-2005 at 06:52 AM.. |
01-13-2005, 04:42 PM | #49 (permalink) |
Psycho
Location: Hell (Phoenix AZ)
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Top notch as always. I wish I was as lyrical as you are. However, my stuff all sounds like atrocious junior high poetry about suicide. Keep up the good work.
Veritas en Lux! Jimmy The Hutt
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01-14-2005, 10:41 PM | #50 (permalink) | |
Oh dear God he breeded
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05-27-2005, 09:10 PM | #51 (permalink) |
Oh dear God he breeded
Location: Arizona
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Don't know what to call this one. Some times something like this slips out of me and I start to wonder about my grip on reality. Oh well, as long as the words flow again
Hello there I'm sorry were you sleeping? I can't help these feelings creeping Through my mind Something isn't right There's an old man in the corner And he's staring at my subconscious And tracing out the future on my spine So tell me Am I really just a suitcase for a soul? And it so I think I forgot to pack A toothbrush and my socks And the end days That people think are coming Have already left us all behind But you missed the punch line To the greatest joke of all time Armageddon is just a junk food With an add campaign from Hell 3 in the morning and I'm sitting On the side of a broken bed Eating moon pies In the moon light And talking to the dead I like the way they listen Taking in every word you've said Before they eat your brains And digest your point of view Still I wonder if they are just hungry And this is how zombies say their Grace With subtle moans of devotion to the flesh Which reminds me Here's a breath mint I don't think it will help But at least I can say I tried To help arrest the decay That the world is undergoing Though it's my mind that it's blowing All away I can't follow this train of thought So I bought an airline ticket to meet you there Please say that you'll follow Cause I would hate To be left alone In the jungle of your family tree I'd find a friendly crosspatch And build myself a tree house So I could hang around you tall the time Ok I’ll be going Thanks for listening And helping me stay awake And staving off the dream bursting from my navel I don't want to let them near my head I really should be going now So I'll just show you how And go
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06-11-2005, 10:42 PM | #52 (permalink) |
Psycho
Location: Hell (Phoenix AZ)
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Boy, that one is hard to name. I know WildLeaf came up with a great one for it. I'll be damned if I can remember what it is. It's quite a change from your usual material.
Why can there not be more than 24 hours in a day? I'll never get anything down at my present schedule. Veritas en Lux! Jimmy The Hutt
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08-26-2005, 08:27 AM | #54 (permalink) |
Forget me not...
Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.
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Reading your work once or twice and then taking time away from it and coming back to it to reread it...it's even more incredible the 2nd time. I, for one, know that you speak from a place within you with these words and from what I've seen come forth from this part of you, I can only say that I am really looking forward to reading more and more.
Sometimes knowing about a person's life and hardships brings another person strength - it centers them a bit I think. Makes a person realize that it isn't always all about them...their false reality comes crashing down...for some, this may be dangerous, for others...like me...it's a very good thing. Thank you, Seer. I'm lucky I know you.
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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 |
09-15-2005, 02:21 AM | #55 (permalink) |
Oh dear God he breeded
Location: Arizona
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Thanks Amnesia. Glad to see it still holds impact for you, and remains enjoyable for you to read. Hopefuly I'll have something new for you to read soon.
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08-22-2007, 05:42 AM | #56 (permalink) |
Oh dear God he breeded
Location: Arizona
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Well, after spending most the year to depressed to be able to write, I've managed to come up with some new work. I thought some nerdcore would be a nice change of pace for this one..
A Transistor sister Who could resist her A high tech babe that likes Crisco Twister Like DOS, you know I really miss her My circuits melt Every time I kissed her She'll give up sleep For a chance to roll play She likes Halo And tattoos of anime A sheik freak That likes to surf Think Geek She likes her fish raw And her sex Greek She's got a cat She shaved and named Choo Choo Bear When we're home alone she gets naked And does the Care Bear Stare She'll go old school And sing Step in Time To get her wet just Mention Optimus Prime She'll give you head With a mouth full of Pop Rocks Her tongues so good man, you know she Groks Sci_fi all day Tolken cosplay She'd call me Frankie And then she'd do it my way She fits so tight Like a glove on O.J. Sweating to the oldies in bed all day Now she's gone Roaming like a cell phone No idea if she' ever coming home Waiting here sitting all alone Like a newb who just got pwnd A Transistor sister Who could resist her A high tech babe that likes Crisco Twister A transistor Sister You know I really miss her And another one. A bit more in line with the rest of my work. Blame it on Daddy There's a clock that keeps ticking Every day inside my head Counting up the minutes Sense I first wished I was dead I look around he living room Fo something I haven't read Anything to avoid The angry thoughts inside my head Light another cigarette See you picture through the smoke I think of all the lies we had And it makes me want to choke As I hide myself away from The eye of well intentioned folk See the pieces of my heart Mixed with the promises you broke Daddy didn't want you no we all are going to pay And every man that meets you will come to rue the day These cheating ways have got to end That's no way to treat a friend And though you've done it all before I never once considered you a whore But what you do is what I'll call And it pains me so to see you fall Disconnected from the world Like a switch was flipped inside Mildly disturbed By empty thoughts of suicide I up end another bottle 20 more lay on their side The alcohol preserves the pain But it keeps it liked inside I always put your needs first The problem was so did you And the anger that I feel inside Seems like the only thing that's true I just wish i could hate you As I try to ride this through But instead I feel this pity For the thing you've turned into Daddy didn't want you no we all are going to pay And every man that meets you will come to rue the day These cheating ways have got to end That's no way to treat a friend And though you've done it all before I never once considered you a whore But what you do is what I'll call And it pains me so to see you fall
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08-24-2007, 09:40 AM | #57 (permalink) |
Forget me not...
Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.
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Love reading your work...you're a mastermind at all you place down for us to read. I miss you daily, and think of you often. I'm happy to know you personally, and even happier that you are my friend. Much love to you, Seer.
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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 |
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