F U C K E D U P C O L L E G E K I D S ------------------------------------------------------- - t h e p o e t r y v e n t u r e - ------------------------------------------------------- it has spirit. it has fire. it might even smell funny. but you love it. that is why you read it. poems. from all over the place. there are demons. there are heroes. sorry, no ice cream. but you can still take your licks from these fabulous poets. we are all poets. some sing and some snore. but we all write because we can, we want to, we need to and, well, because if we were not writing these great poems, which are all neat and tidy in presentation below, we are probably just regular people busting our asses at the fast food joint. enjoy this superb installment of literary goolash. peace. ------------------------------------------------------- A forgotten field of grass and hay Holds a crumbling wall of earth's decay Whose upturned stones are faithfully shielding A small tin box of possessions yielding One last chance at a hope that's burning In a forgotten traveller's life long journey. A freedom denied him in his youth In hopeless pursuit of the truth Barred from success by life's relent And wearied dreams inside him pent By fear of failing expectation Under constant attack and evaluation. Yet within the torn forgotten letter A light will shine which teaches better Than to accept the horrors thrust upon And pursue a life before its gone And from doubt's strong prison free the dream Letting imagination from within one stream. .illusionary. 29 Apr 1998 Trip Like I Do Trip like I do. Visuals beynd comprehension. Experience is a new thrill. Alchohol is water Drus are a waste of time. Red wine mixing red blood. Pure soul pouring out living death screaming inward stop slow start, recover from old begin again, quick return fucking scream through me! I used to be somebody I am everyone. The world is me. Beyond, flowing aroud all done Trip like I do. mea_culpa 12-20-97 Closets Mingeled, mangeled memories rumble in my mind Jingle Jangeled pieces of a time forgetten , lost between now and ....... never Dark demons bear your name your taste still lingers on my lips and i feel you in between my hips I push them out in and out they go Finally they've disappeared as darkness turns to dawn and within the night again they roam and i moan ....... louder they run back in and hide within the closets of my mind LIFELINE FRAGMENTS i'm fortunate. i've been close to death. another turn, another choice. no god. one too many paths. leaving hope in a dead voice. faith in eyes. listening to the forces. this passion, that disgrace. no luck. drowning the word-talent. sticking melodrama on my face. i'm rewound. nothing to play me. technology for help, technology for hate. no tears. everyone wants a number. it's all merely society's bait. childhood in hands. pretending to see friends. her half-smile, his low talk. no crossroads. humming tunes in my feet. it's only fear that warms our walk. i'm uncertain. i'm thinking there's an answer. systematic dream, fool-proof goal. no enemies. prosperity resides in your motion. find one more piece to become whole. Indiana Poet March 2, 1998 Say it aint so, apologies unwanted defiantly deferrable, unfaithful you are acting bizarre, guilty and liable for punishment, unbelievably mournful upon my judgment, let it go and see how easy it will be, let me go and set me free I see, unfair and uncaring eyes of broken pride, undercover love is not that kind. Say it aint so, I love you so you know, stop the hurt forever cursed, I try to expunge your thought but plunge, into a place lonely in space, I try to express my feelings as less, often to relinquish your dignity with peace again, but my love is confused, tangled, and abused, my love is accused, scandaled, and refused. sadia Night Worthless? Worthless night, no workout or heart just wasting time as thoughts go by. Leaving nothing for the better, marking not a thing for me. You are dancing with a twinkle in your eye. Your bodies move closer, you wonder if thats how I could be. Another heatless night gone away. What draws my thoughts to warmer places with other faces? Somehow, something is calling me, or is it my own wishes? Suffocating, alluring, nothing present. Is there anyone who could accept me, and I could love just the same? Another thought filled night. Worthless night, of only day dreams, nothing really seems real. Come calm my heart, if you are right, and maybe this will not just be another worthless night. Kamira Febuary 6, 1998 ------------------------------------------------------- E D I T O R S: jericho@dim.com & demonika@dim.com ------------------------------------------------------- to receive new issues via e-mail, send mail to jericho@dimensional.com with "subscribe poetry". if you do not have FTP access and would like back issues, send a list of missing issues and they will be sent. ------------------------------------------------------- A V A I L A B I L I T Y: AnonFTP: FTP.DIMENSIONAL.COM/users/jericho/FUCK/POETRY WWW: http://www.dimensional.com/~jericho ------------------------------------------------------- (c) Copyright. All poems copyright by original author. ------------------------------------------------------- F O U N D E D: October 30, 1997