aye, i made the list.. and ive only just gotten out my slump pleasantly surprised. but i liked the intro much more, i like nodding profusely. the list rocks, and i there arent many that could replace you as judge. anyway, enough yammering- i have to catch the next updraft and fly again (i didnt get these damned wings for nothing)

I am the prophet that the rummies worship with open jaws begging for me to bleed which occurs only when i decide to shed three tears in rememberance of the silly trinity that belongs to christianity i do enjoy teasing..hah.

Is this a self help poem.. or one of those "today i stare into the mirror" --and unfortunately i succeed-- shit happens. everyone must expell waste then and again.

purity is what ever you deem it to be and purpose is a changing river the water never stays the same ah, about purity again: fish have to piss and shit too and one of my duties of being a certified asshole, is to squat and release poo into the flowing h20 coming out your tap cheers.

acne is a passing horror dead flies are an interesting cure you have imagined up though is it working yet?

its like having a remote, i can always count on electric results.

your cold, and i have a blanket ready to admit to shivering?

I once had a bike with a titanium frame. It hung itself. you mispelled a "truly" terrifficly, YES!

The best cure for it is good food, more sleep, lots of water, and whatever you do DON'T TURN ON THE LIGHT IN THE BATHROOM! ah fuck it I'm spun as a hamster in rat cage and I got a lovely pimple on the side of my jaw curently that will require a mud application for certain, but one is always btter than scratching and picking and making two.

THat would be 'me-sky'. " of my mouth." THat should be a me and no y.

"is still is a favored paint." one too many is' "but have an abudant supply" lose the have. Oh, and i'm pleased to see you finally mellowing out. You'll have plenty of time to kill later, once it all builds up again like it always does.

Before Mother's Eyes (Free verse) by ItalyAngel A spectacular horusian edit Mother never knew adoration. She survived on sequence alone, and scarcity Her eyes stitching in cotton. Never tasting silk or satin. On bruised knee she prayed for better days eager for solace & to keep her children snugged up safe. Safer than what she had known of herself earlier, thinner. Breakfronts bare, we sipped on pungent scraps- six soiled faces- jovial before mother’s fixing eyes, Forever gratified to have seen her as she tried, and feel it deliver us, and comfort her. Our bellies blistered the split- unfilled yet, we never let on of hunger beneath any day clear or grey instead we prepared our beds to say our prayers, when said, of quilted splinter and grew to value her listening cure. Because she did, her ears missed nothing. Life’s intricacies shall not change me Or imply I see another... Forever, there's only my mother. I guess I'll give you a 7, because, none of your poetry is quite there yet, but it might be.

-inner taste- the bottom line to everything. I would like to see this updated in 3-6 months to hopefully include a mr. rockmage and a mrs. Italy angel. thank you for.....just being you.

It's missing something? Since we know you are ashes early on be fore you tell us you've burned, why say what we know? It's Rhedundant. Try this instead. When (Free verse) by Cairsten When they ask you what to say of me? Some day, not unthinkably far off... Tell them the truth. When they give me into your hands. Reduced to a pile of fine ash fit only to feed some lesser long-lived blooms... When they ask you how I would've wanted to be remembered? Tell them only this: I've turned in.

does she have pony tails and a mini-skirt? 8.

Poems are not you forte'. You need to be arrested and hung by your testicles over a vat of molten lava.

Long debate.. and darky, heres some deleting! im sure you can post the soon to be MIA comments for all to behold.

one lil x button.. its like playstation "ya know" bazooka'd city hall while nuking the white house coooool eh?

btw folks, its bad to have these loose ends like cuisine, because its a sign of some odd little blemish that will lead to some scandal. beware. Oh, and folks, "i have just covered up the proof of my retardation" BUT- getting all comments via email means that.. i can really post it all.. anyone want me to do that? (copy pasting from IE is quite easy, i just need to get the order of the messages right.. )

Well, you won a wanker award! That's even better than me parodizing you. Legal action? Will your fiancee help me rewrite the constitution? It seems weird al and mel brooks have been secretly planning to parodize Charleton Heston hunting with automatic weapons in the backyard (his) and no first or second amendment rights tsk. That's illegal. We should call the FBI! You know, if you view your pieces now, through my magical filters, they've really matured, and it's not like I blatantly copied them (though i did)? I even left some good quotes, from you, in both pieces.