[Poprocksz]

I have seen the eyes of a ghost.
Through the looking glass of your soul.
Cry onto me with your tears of mercy.
Cry onto me with your weeps of passionate flames,
undone by the pouring rains of opression.
Hold tight to my cloth as the wind catches
the perfect moment where dreams and reality
clash with a sweet thunder.
Where small fibs and lies grow large an ugly.
A place will thou adventure so cautiously,
and without arms for battle?
For this place is cold like none before,
and so quiet yet defining to the unknowing mind.
How sick and perverted are these thoughts and dreams?
How carelessly profane and absurd are these dreams?
Thus, so coveted are these visions?
Hear not what thou speak, hear what thou feel.
Those words ring clear in my mind.
Must you suffer as an idividual for the
happiness of other souls?
Breathe not when tested upon your belief.
Speak only of truth...........

[Blitz]

Once I ran to the moon,
The moon of great hope,
But I found that the moon,
The moon of such beauty from afar,
Was nothing but a great big rock,
This rock had once shined,
From very far away,
But Up close,
The beauty did not shin,
So what am I saying,
What is the time,
You thought this poem was serious at first,
You thought it was pure,
But in the end,
It turned out quite,
unpuresque,

Now thats poetry....

I like yours alot Pops =)

[Poprocksz]

Only When I Sleep......Part 2

Only in the face of melloncholy thus spoketh the heart.
Plead no more my withered onlookers.
Will thou raise arms, thrusted into the void of repetition?
Whilst pondering lead to this place.
Oh the horror of unknown death in remorse.
Oh the glory of ignorance so blindly held tight.
Muttered words that resonate throught this mind.
Take my hand or stand in cowardace,
breaking not the ropes that bind the so tight.
Open these doors and windows my friend.
Bring me the dreams and thoughts.
None so frail as these.
Bleed with the suffering offerings of grandeur and calamity.
Burn with these dead souls.
I will burn as well.
Yet I will enjoy it.
For I will burn with a powerful flame,
I will burn with the flame of glory.

[Blitz]

Stop giveing me that look,
The look of pitty and sadness,
The look of Humor and teasing,
For its not my fault,
I asked for nothing,
I was not hand made,
This is how I am,
This is how Im going to be,
Deal with it,
Its not your fault you are you,
And I am me,
No one asks for this,
It just happens,
Rise above it,
And all will be swell.

hehe...another one off the top of me head.

[fireheart]

Stone Angel

The lonely church bell peels through the air as the Stone Angel cry’s her silent tears in the dark.

Rippling, flowing, cascading, to dance, to be pixie lead through the woods as the Angel of Stone cry’s her silent words that are never heard.

Gurgling rushing the great river that flows for all eternity as forests rise and fall.

Who are you to tread its shores?

Stone Angel...

The long sleep ever beckons calling out its seductive voice resonating in the darkness, rippling, flowing through the night.

Who are you to heed its call?

Stone Angel silent song ever quiet in the night.

Who are you to heed its call?

Stone Angel in the dark...

[Poprocksz]

nice one fireheart...

Only When I Sleep....Part 3

Pasted on my face like an emotion,
crafted in eternity over the skys of travesty.
There lies a man who's eyes percieve not beauty.
There lies a man who's ears hear not sympathy.
Blasfemy rules over logic in this place.
Shall we lock those chains of fear apom our fragile wrist so happily?
Let your soul run free like river rapids in foriegn lands.
Like fine little grains through wrinkled hands.
Must these dreams be so oblivious to these mindless zombies.
Shall we strive for perfection in such an insane manner,
that we so quickly persue our own destruction.
Ask not what we live for in this time of futuristic dreams
and apoctoliptic visions of parinoia.
Haste with these icons of perfection.
Turneth thou cheek toward the sun.
Eyes set on how black it shines,
the longer your stare becomes.
Turn away or stare into the gods.
Neither will answer.......

[Gnome the Juggalo]

Here mine I started, this is raw form...non edited. I call it Supreme Hate.

I hit some bitch and sceamed fuck you!
Now tell me what the fuck does that do...
It don't do nothing cept make me a prick
A fag with a dick and nowhere to stick
But it's a dillema so what the fuck do i do
Do I hate you that much?
yes I do it is true
So it's your time to die coz the love was a lie
I'll grab you by your hair and stick a knife in your eye
Too good for you?
Sorry... I'm dumb should have known
We can make this hate last, Oh come on now don't moan!
Haha, Im cruel and kinky and I got a peeler
I look into your eyes and hope that your a squealer
Somesay I’m a freak, but bitch it ‘aint true!
What just coz I skin you and paint your face too?
Ok so Im nuts, and sure i hate sluts
But that coz I’ve always been treated like a putz
Been stuck in the rutz, but know I found an exit, and Im climbing down your gutz
And fuck if they had listened then you wouldnt have to go through all this pain
I cut your tendons, watch you wriggle...but dont you dare call me insane
Its a message, prophecy
Its a motherfucking warning
And I’m gonna make you suffer bitch until the early morning
Hammer and nail, you get pale
But your just scared coz im a male
But its all good, coz Im not wierd...
Im just sick of getting dissed and being leered
And as I nail your small hand to the table
Im glad you are still able to scream, but bitch this aint no fable
And every time I bring the hammer down,
Please scream ‘I love you’ and forget your frown

And I aint psycho you fucking bitch!
People said I was crazy as I flicked the switch
A million people dying aint no thing
Compared to making one sweet bitch sing

(C)

[Poprocksz]

Like I said...ICP is soooo deep....give me a break.....can't even write yer own shit....

[Gnome the Juggalo]

Oh come on now, is that the best you could think up...hahaha I had to start somewhere.

And I was even courteous to not diss your shit as well

[Blitz]

Up and down,
side to side,
right to left,
left to right,
Systomaticly,
Never changing,
always the same,
always behaving.

[Poprocksz]

the truth....gnome....

Only When I sleep....Part 4

Mainly when I sleep, alas only when I sleep.
Are these frivalous things so bothersome.
The hand of time has been abruply stricken
with the wooden spoon of humanity.
Onto the depths below I cast this foul exsistance.
Oh the face of morality quivers at the face of exspansion.
Why do we heed ourselves backwards toward the past,
and not push foward toward this beauty that has been pulled over our eyes?
On, we push, yet we do not move.
For every discovery comes whist a secret.
For every creation comes whilst a destruction.
My young bones quake at intollerable onry ignorance.
Turenth thou cheek toward the moon.
Heart set on the glow of omnious mystery.
Blown apon weary winds are wispers of children forgotten. Unheard through century's of opression.Lend your ears tot hese children....
For they lead to harmony.....

[Poprocksz]

wheres all the writing at?
I can't do all the work....hahahaha

[Gnome the Juggalo]

But its only when i sleep...I see you in my dreams

See you spinning round and round, turning upside down

But only when i sleep

Nah the Corrs suck arse huh?

[Poprocksz]

who?....

[Gnome the Juggalo]

Nah your title reminded me of that song...but after singing it I remembered I didn't like it...

Don't you get the Corrs? Shame shame shame

[Poprocksz]

Shame i don't listen shitty music.....

[Lukiaz]

my attempt at poetry.

Why search outward for assistance
Guidance is within
Why manifest others ailments
This burden isn't yours
Step forward and past yourself
Your being is all
Set that smile in light
breath in light, exhale
Your placed in realisation
Realise your place
Be

[Poprocksz]

Only When I Sleep.....Part 5

Cradling the sands of time and fortune is an onry task,
sipping on streams of decay.
Must thou enter such streams of exsistance, such flowing spectrums of light, sound,microns,and energy.
Plausable are these abilitys we dream.
Yet unknown venture brings fear and sorrow.
Calming the pressures that come with this flow.
What effigy in work.
Burning away like smodering coals in furnaces of past times.
Slow yet wonderful is it slowing in abstract ways.
Slow,slow,slow we burn,burn causeways,highways,pathways to the heart.
Waiting with grins to be torn aprt.
Fortune is in the eye of the beholder we speak.
Such is true till all is lost.
What glory have we givin to these idle dreams.
More so each day.
The ticking of the clock drives you mad,
like a never ending reminder of death.
TICK TICK TICK....DONG!!!!!!!!
You are thus, dead.........

[Gnome the Juggalo]

So what do you listen to then? Or do you like to bag everyhting?

[Poprocksz]

I said that 2 bands suck.....
i guess thats everything.....

[Gnome the Juggalo]

Nah I just got the feeling you were one of those typoes of people was all.