i really like it, i can see this city, but it's hard for me to grasp the theme >8

"Why talk of a friendly hand! My great advantage is that i can laugh at old lying loves and put to shame those deceitful couples,--I saw the hell of wommen back there;-- and I shall be free to possess truth in one soul and body." April-August 1873 Arthur Rimbaud aka. horus8. And god spoke life into things that he had gethered together from what he had around him, and with the poetry of his words he made a man, and from the poetic dance of the bent bone from adam's chest came Eve. her poetry was stolen and not magic, but the words of beasts. horus8 Feb 2003 in the form of a sea nile russian witch. I want to say that you make sense. But i can only dwell upon the fact that "thank god i never slept with you." imagine that, what a relief User Ornella Muti replied to your Poemranker poem "Your word's hurt, only you.". Their comment was: Yes, farewell. You got on top but you didn't get in. Haha. Satan can't come in. Ciao. Go fuck Joel now maybe he'll throw another $9k in your face. And maybe Nadine wouldn't have to work at Boston Market. Yes, she would she doesn't even have a high school diploma. But hey she could hand tissue at any club in LA. I hear that pays minimum wage. You can view the poem and its comments here: User Ornella Muti replied to your Poemranker poem "Your word's hurt, only you.". Their comment was: I am sure I'd be the last person...that's why you kept coming back to me. You talk shit and you come back. Yes, physical attraction does wonders. I know she is from LA. She told me the first time we spoke. YOu said Texas. Yes, you said I wish she would pack her shit and just take off somewhere far like Texas (you said that) Yes you did. But you are a liar, so whatever. Do you really think I give a fuck that you want to marry an ugly, un educated bitch? That's your choice. Haha. Sorry. Could've had Michelle. And look at what you ended up with....hahaha. Seriously, go do some drugs...and od..please. You are without a soul, or capacity to care for anyone but yourself. Bitch. See you in the grave. It's hard to imagine that a college education has gotten you this far. Children in trailer parks around the world atleast have that as hope

While I still find your comments on other people's poems obnoxious I must admit that I enjoyed this one. I don't understand how someone voted it a zero unless you have really enraged someone that much with your comments. I do find that some of the people here are rather fickle. 7.

is zzinnia a gazelle or a cheetah? a grazer or a cheater? a flower or a peter?

well, there is much that can be said of ostrich egg-over-easy, as 'tis no mean feat to ease one over. outsky? as for the shiny copper nails, i think a coil would suit thee better, tesla-ated and free for the asking, and used to fry thr aforementioned dejeuner. sur l'herbe. nekkid. fiend. exhale now, ski. p.s. the horned beast has an eye for thy horn, and a tooth for tutelage. 8

This poem has picked apart many negative aspects of the Christian Church... and thats just damn funny. Keep writing because this is great

I love the last line. I can picture it, you know the look on his face as he's trying to swallow. Wonderful.

WOW. This is great. I love it. Must have a better title. "Revelation" or pick up the damn book and take a look at that last chapter, just flip the pages, a title might just pop out at you. How would you feel about taking out 'the'in L2? It would bring the count short by one, but it would make up for it in content. What do you think?

This is theologically unsound. Jesus lived in the desert for forty days. Also, why does Judas get a capital lettter and Jesus doesn't? Is this very clever and ironic, or just a typo?

Profound, just out on the counts on some but otherwise thoughtful and very good ...10

hee hee. you are good i'll give you that. zzinnia thinks you are me psycho chick part ten thinks that you are me, but you are not me. so, trickster... i will call you loki in compliment and say good show. nice revision. here are your tens. enjoy your secret. URSA MAJOR HONEY CONE AWARDE! 10. ps. i would wager you are cadacus, but hightened and evolved...the blooding was an exceptional poem, but really, i can see the difference in our poetry, obviously. why they cannot eludes me. overall though it is neither here nor there.

This is Metaphysics. something you can't erase as easily as your past.now all mine to play with. The power of your words losing their virginity and turning into the inevitable sign that says 'no vacancy'. I love macs. 20-Feb-03, 07:00 PM From the picture you send me of Nadine, looks like she is the only one shopping at K Mart...and please do something with her hair and her face...haha.... Someone who always judges people on the way they look and look at who you are with... YOu are a fucking joke. Reply X horus8 20-Feb-03, 07:23 PM Why oh lord when i'm on 'vail' (a term thast jesus is not familiar with) don't they love me too. is it my future wife's mullet... is it my kmart shopping sprees.. i fear it's the jokes i tell lord...the unfunny ones about my evil ways with the brown holes and not the off pink ones. it must be my judging of judges who are judging judge judy. perhaps it's the last pudding container in my vegetable crisper. oh lord fill my love seat (tight tan ass) with the holiest of spirits and bring salve, please. Reply X Ornella Muti 20-Feb-03, 07:10 PM You're a liar. Why did you tell me you got a commercial? What's the point of lying to me? So you look cool. Please, once again, quite pathetic. I know you're dirt poor. Looking at your wife's mullet it's self evident. So when are you gonna suck some dick? Let me know. I can refer you to some wealthy gay men. I'll collect 10%. Ciao bisexlual lover. Reply X horus8 20-Feb-03, 07:17 PM Why oh lord must i get the big pay back... is not my homosexuality and blatant drug addictions and life of nomadic instability without parents not enough?...oh lord, must i be swallowed by herman Melvilles fat assed wicked step daughter's fish too...will they come and remove my microwave and juicer sweet lordy... do they know that last week i came close to getting three commercials just like the week before that and the week before that? why was i a bad boy sweet jesus.? why did i feed the stray mutt? i would repent, but i'm in to much pain too... notice how hard it is for me to even write my thoughts...lord when you made me the evil one why did you not tell me that i would be getting the big rock hard drug coated pay backs, oh lovely god... was it the beauty of my tight buns...the whiteness of my dense perfect smirk...i want you to know lordy..nothing has changed here? in fact i'm getting ten extra channels on tv and my mail is delivered dry and not wet, my hamock is even swinging slower but i know that the pain is there somewhere...with my missing furniture..the pain is in my lonely...loveseat. it has been laid on while i was...sleeping, now my chairs stained and just a mess, and i feel a tear a brewing. my peccavi's were selfish, just like yours sweet jesu. i fear my loveseat is now ruinedu Reply X Ornella Muti 20-Feb-03, 07:33 PM I hate you more than anything, and I fucking don't want to talk to you anymore. But I am sure you can discuss metaphysics with Nadine. Don't forget to think of me whne you make love to her (like you used to say) Farewell lover, TR Reply X horus8 20-Feb-03, 07:46 PM I have never discussed metaphysics with you or her. why would that interest me? a hamster can't be taught to think like a bird. they do not sing...they run in wheels. i hope your farewell is excrusciatingly pleasant, and you would of course be the last person i thought of while making love. even settle dressed up like my mother would cross my mind before that would (use to say? by the way...Nadines not from Texas (lol), can you imagine how long me and her laughed at your message the other day (where did you get texas? we don't even know anyone in texas, she's from e. la, genius..we both just looked at eachother and then laughed for hours i actually have to thank you...we are closer now)... i have told her everything. today, i even auditioned for miller geniune draft...i've always thought of myself as more of a miller guy anyway. So... that all said. Game over. you lose. Really there were no winners or losers just a soiled loveseat and an eviction notice. Reply X horus8 20-Feb-03, 07:48 PM And just like that life goes on, and yes tanya getting over you was as easy as getting on top of you. farewell.

haha...perhaps you should rent out some of JBH's gay pornos and learn how to

yes, yesssss.

CONTINUE? [Y / N] >N

Funnilly enough i am not mr. pig, and whether or not he finds this gratifying is entirely based upon the fact that he's in a wheel chair or an art student. Which only further supports my theory that psycopaths only believe what they want to believe. i never cared for you. you were remotely interesting in a self destructive sort of stink, but even the roses in one's garden get vague after repeated pruning. Ornella Muti 20-Feb-03, 10:03 PM Pop tart, you interrupted my dinner. Shame on you. Bent over. I erased the comments, for your sake. Faggot. So when are you gonna call me? That's right, some random day at fucknig 2 o'clock in the morning. "I'm so sorry...I am a fucked up can't you see...can I come over" You're pathetic. Haha. I think I'll change my cell just in case...haha. Fag. By the way getting on top of me took alot of effort... Getting over me please. Like I'm getting over you. I think I am going to go puke now. I'm sick, sick to know that people like you exist...like I said go od on some heroin and do the world a favor. Thanks. Please don't reply. Nobody gives a fuck. Besides Bachus, Shardik, Mr. Pig, Baba Yaga and Horus8.....hahaha...look at your fucking social skills yeah you and your little friends. Sad bastard. Care for a tablespoon of Pinjur? NO, because you're a dumb fuck and don't know what it is. Ciao lover. Reply Ornella Muti 20-Feb-03, 10:14 PM Next time you have the urge to call a complete stranger at 2:40 am in the morning, think again. You entered my sphere of existence. Reply Ornella Muti 20-Feb-03, 10:28 PM don't be dramatic. you know i have strong feelings for you. can you be mature for like a millisecond? i said i need two weeks to think things over not forever. (ha ha remember sending me this) or i wanted to talk to you bad...blah..blah..blah...believe me i felt like an idiot. miss you. love, jbh yeah. hmmmm...or perhaps you recall "I can't sleep when you're next to me, you get me so excited...you do something to me...I feel this pull" yeah. end of story. ciao gay lover Reply Ornella Muti 20-Feb-03, 10:35 PM I can only take so much talking to a retard of the highest degree--you. You are wackier than Wacko Jacko. Your never ending negative energy makes me agitated, I need to go have a drink now. And tomorrow I'll be at work, so don't be trying to call me in the middle of the night. Got it lolipop? Good. Sleep tight, my Moo Gai Pai lover. If i could say i was sorry i would not. if their was a hell. then when we get there i'll be the cute one in the corner carving you out of used soap.

:)

lactating while you weep is very becoming. i gave you the blue one.

it's good, but the imagery confuses me >7

Derivative. Recycling of cliches. Not very good. Sorry.