Lyrical Slavery
Be Cool Like Me (-White Boyz Can't Rap-)
:Left Eye, Right Eye:
4 Unchanged Words of the 21st Century
Tribute: Pentagram
Cyomiside: True Tale of the Cyber Abused-Help Stop Computer Exploitation!!
Darlock’s Crusade Against Feminism
Turquoise Lightning; Futile Sheers
Sandy Jungle
Mr. Virtual Man
Black Capped Virus
Beast World
Universe’s Toy Dildo: The Poet
Biography of Warrior Machine
Chapter I: Closed
Farewell Fables, Ghosts, and Witches
I AM THE CYBER GENERATION-This is us...short, attentionless..bitchbandits of the Internet.

Images of galactic orgies brings me to my next point.

Oh what life..-..a twisted fortified mecca of all that is
and ever shall be.  Granted talents with unforgiven shields.

This time, 
         my time,
                its time
                            I write to you.

How harsh writing may be
         pouring		dripping
         escaping		drifting
To write by definition:
       Angels flock away to be content inside 
lovelost-lusted dreams of made up fantasy worlds for each realm,
The writer by definition is eternally screwed.
Poetness, poetess, poet be each his name...
                 dreams keeping alive, only this
forsaken hope, 
 drifted				d 	e	s	i	r	e
forever slapping			our			worthless flames.
Alice Cooper my role model of 20 years before.
                      I see no hope only fear.   
	Each path taken leads to our inevitable tar pit,
 where unison of souls sing.
			And plead for Hades has ripped us,
dream casters-		apart before
					together after.

Each ending climaxes 2 fucking seconds before her new beginning.
Set sail on our sea...clouds grey...ocean green.  
	Winds blow..
back		forth
back		forth
we a top inside a open container-
spinning about in search of our random ecstasies...
		must love.
			must kiss.
				must embellish.
Each mindful tease,
                      playful heart,
		      joyful moment...

To be a poet is to understand the blind raping of our universe.
             Talk your mind...feel no evil.
And with this I close the thought....
For I don’t like to read.ONLY WRITE..
		no no no no no no no no no...
Don’t’s much more constructive,
           live on, live life.  Too little is never enough and too much is always
shallow inside the train which switches tracks every 5 years.

	Littering our green oceans and brown grass.
"Remember to make every day Earth Day" the young children continue my shameless
sin against our 
not so soon 
     becoming lonesome planet.

Rules broken by all..that is life...the poet’s life...rules broken by the few,
of 		all 			pleasures-
	so 		what?				
so		what?
Again...the universe reels in humor against those few..
-few, those never shall participants of the galactic orgy.

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