god_writes_a_poem god i will wonder about you later..... before the beginning.... i hear the rabbits screaming from wwaaaaaayyyy below ground. they tell me i should say these things to you. they are forever in control. the pink-shell sky turns at once to black, then see-through all around. the sun burns black... a lighter black i turn and get my lighter back. hey you. blue rings occupy my mind like continuous oval semaphore. two plus two equals five. am i dead yet? it doesn't really rhyme, but what the fuck. 001209 ... goddess yeah, what the fuck, god? i don't mind about the not-rhyming. can we coo it? 001210 ... god coo it out like the wild pigeon you are! i like to dance without no pants. i do a dance to control the ants. can we advance? don't say we can'ts! take a little chance have toast in france. my two aunts spent my tuition grants. my name ain't lance nor is it nance how's that for rhyme? 001211 ... god i rub beets all over my feets then i stand up and eat the treats i show my purple feets to the people i meets one stops by and quotes some keats i turn up the street to buy some meat turn up the heat to fry the meat the meat is too sweet, so i give it to pete he throws up his hands and screams out "neat!" come have a seat, so i can fondle your teat 001212 ... god i am a god-dog but not a dog-god or a guard-dog guarding cape cod i wound her up, and let her rip i found a pup and named her skip a moonlight drive to an outskirts dive and on the bill: johnny and the moondogs, live! 001213 ... god i don't think i will rhyme this time around i think i will b m i l c the steps of a towering obelisk to the dark as a dungeon place way up in the sky. look up... go outside and look straight up. oops you just missed me. 001213 ... miniver God was poetically repressed... This explains a lot. 001213 ... poetically repressed god i was repressed, but then i undressed and leaped around and then i confessed, "i am the best at being at rest." craving of the metal west. 001213 ... EECP It is a shame that you are not enough as yourself. 001213 ... god ain't it? 001214 ... god i wanna fly like a turtle flies through the sea.... i wanna be just as old as i can possibly be.... i wanna learn how to read swahili tonight.... but i'm not gonna cuz i'm sitting on a platform a mile high and one centimeter wide.... 001214 ... god I'LL BE BACK WHEN THE SUN BURNS BLACK EIGHTY-EIGHT FROM OUTER SPACE DEAD BIRD FALLEN FROM A BURGUNDY SKY OVER THE HILL IN THE BACK OF MY EYE 001214 ... god chopped a cat in half with a garden hoe then i ran round naked in the snow would've been cold if it weren't for my hat would've been sad, but it wasn't my cat 001215 ... god the end? 001218 ... daxle leave it to god to make me laugh on one of the worst days of my life... 001218 ... god glad i could help 001218 ... kx21 It would be the most Imperfect Poem ever found in the Universe. And this is the least Perfect Criticism ever made in the Universe. 001218 ... god no words over this part no words over this part no words over this part 001221 ... god step into striped light. (ok, i stole that one) 001223 ... god there is nothing wrong with you you are not ugly money is only good for a little while wrap yourself snugly in a smock with style smith and wesson oil florence henderson supports the brady bill 001224 ... god everybody get ready to yell "surprise"! jesus is about to come in. 001224 ... kx21 God_writes_a_poem is as to Jesus_compiles_a_bible... 001225 ... god yeh. memorize all this and i will grant you eternal life. 001231 ... kx21 Ideal as above. Reality as below. a_Poem, a_Bible, ... to PUT everybody to DEATH willing... 001231 ... god very good 001231 ... god no words over this part. 2+2=5 010102 ... god mutual of omaha bulk death porous people big crotch thrash around free victory victor's march victor skelton victor james davis 010103 ... god TINY APES out in the territories between blades of grass behind my house tiny apples sit in the dew with little people who look like YOU they sigh with goggles on they keep their eyes on out on the inside we hide and seek with no furniture or walls we find each other out before the snowflake falls before the beginning after the end we find each other out before the beginning that's when i'll see you again 010104 ... . . 010105 ... zubin mehta i invented potassium 010224 ... camille God your good :o) 010224 ... Tank doesn't god write every poem..? 010224 ... god most of em. 010301 ... kx21 g1) The Holy Books Can God write? Will GOD write? Given that God can write, God will certainly pass this task to somebody or something else. Evidence for the above statement: Every religion has its own holy book, and all claimed their's is the very Word of God, not dropped out of the sky but God-breathed, infused with God's power, as GOD communicated its plans, thoughts and intent through human writers of various religions. Is this a good demonstration of God's love for man? Are there any rewards or incentives for the original writers of the Holy books given by GOD? g2) The contingency plan The Bible was written over a period of 1500 years, by more than forty different writers, on three different continents. They addressed a wide variety of subjects.... Is the use of multiple religions and different writers of each Holy Book a GOD's contigency Plan? 010301 ... god I had a dream of curvy goat thighs. That dented slightly into the sunset of bologna upon where people who called themselves great such as kufu the pharoh sat and wondered about me and if I would grant them desires of their heart or sit and smirk with the desire of patience which grasps my very entity so i decided to stop using punctuation then i did away with capitals so stop using them morons i am sick of talking to you pathetic little oh scratch that i mean insignificant urine drops i'm on vacation 010306 ... kx21 A proof of God' wisdom: It is best to use human writers to translate GOD's Grand Plans / Holy Thoughts into Holy words / books for the sake of human beings... 010306 ... kx21 to dipict and beautify GOD's Grand Plans / Holy Thoughts into Holy words / books for the sake of human beings... , 010306 ... kx21 Next Wisdom of God:- It is best to use human Preachers(s) to add more colors to the Grand Plans / Holy Thoughts for the sake of human beings... And there are many more Wisdom of GOD or so called of God's love for MAN..., which is coined by someone, for the sake of God... 010306 ... satan contributes a few couplets dad's vacation photos make human brains explode the image of the universe or the flowers by the road the slideshow bores the angels though i really hate to say but the worst part of the whole affair the souvenir ashtray 010307 ... angel baby and then he ripped off his pants "ya wanna see what goes there?" i told him his offer was flattering... but i didn't swing on those tadpoles "whadda fucka wanna!" he screamed i wondered if he had ruptured a vocal cord in the process like harry nilsson recording Pussy Cats with john lennon during the latter's infamous Lost Weekend soon we were naked, the night engulfing us in all of its stupidity praise be unto he who shoots his wad into Folger's Coffee tins it's all about control the whole damn thing 010318 ... god bulk death 010519 ... god then lennon walks out with a maxi-pad on his forehead and says, "how do i look?" "like a jerk with a maxi-pad on his forehead", the waitress replied. 010524 ... prophet with divine knowledge god was a sadist until satan shot him dead and all the little sadist bunnies cried in their beds 010529 ... god duck skeletons, duck skeletons.... crunch neath feet traipsing across glossy mall floors. should we stop at the gap? i'd rather cut your head off. 010818 ... unhinged but within all this 'for the sake of human beings' things get fucked up and we all fail to realize that. so god wrote a poem. just because you realize that doesn't mean you know what it means. it doesn't mean anyone knows what it means. it's just in a state of being. my key lime pie yogurt contains no pie crust and i just ate it with a fork hoping to change my perception of the green mucous looking substance. i watched you fall into the sidpa bardo and recited all the words over your dead body. but i was thinking somehow you couldn't hear me. and i tattooed the characters onto your dead body hoping they would catch you before you fell. fell back into another body with a new mother and a new fucked up adolesence and a new even more fucked up middle age. i loved you even in the bardo and hoped someday i would run into you again. god wrote that poem but i still don't understand it. the preacher couldn't change it into something human for my sake. it was beyond human; he almost reached nirvana...almost. 010819 ... pinkish God's Haiku: you good for nothing disrespectful human shits just stop blaming me 010820 ... god herbie hancock and alfred hitchcock drove off the dock and into a rock spilling a crock of amber bock. now you must hock your frock, lock the jock in a room full of socks to the tocking of the mock clock 011106 ... god blorting_thru_antimony on a hyundai blood hood hot summer red night in green_darkness. apple on a wire in formation thru the blue black nothing that didn't happen. a shadow of nonexistance would obscure the notion not yet thought until later. if it were to be, surely the sky could talk. 011128 ... god foil balls dingle in the void. i knew lon chaney. it was a picnic next to the annex for the retarded and crippled. i don't know why they were grouped together. hardy boys books and little debbie cakes. an eclipse. freeze-dried ice cream and wet, elongated sleeves. racism and the blimp. 011212 ... god will_oldham left town in a grey lancer equipped with ten years worth of clamato. he traded it for ten years. tin minutes ring hollow in the clear winter morning, the ground frozen to a glazed crackle, without a speck of white. 020917 ... cresentwhench Sad cats lookin around. Stuck in a pound. Should have frowned. Took out my money, paid by the pound, Got a nice snake snack, soon to be shit on the ground. 021104 ... phil I can touch mutual of omaha with my tongue 021104 ... fred hydrochloric a tin of compound_hash for what ails ya eat it, wear it never fails ya 021105 ... god whales in plastic bags, sopping wet and pressed against the glass of a dingy ramshackle storefront on a cold deserted street. windy and trash-blown, the water hangs between frozen and liquid as it falls from the bleak expanse of sky. 030609 ... endless desire i hate whale noises. i am sure i have said this before. a girl in my english class had a cd of them. i borrowed it and listened to them in my room just because i knew it would make me cry. and i hate crying. just hate to cry. i no longer hurt myself physically but emotionally. c o n t r o l why do i need it so badly? i feel as though everyone is stopping me from hurting hating but who can stop me from killing myself from the inside out? . . .except me? maybe i should stop myself. i woke up this morning and thought i loved myself, for once. it was a wonderful feeling. but anyways, i hate whale sounds. there is nothing more lonely in the whole world. 030609 ... endless desire oh and nice poem god. how funny. i'm calling you god. 030609 ... god don't hurt yourself. whale noises suck ass. remember, if you can't be free, at least you can be cheap. 030609 ... endless desire hahaha thats great "dont hurt yourself" of course god. i always do what god tells me to 030609 ... phil every five inches of a circle is always a diferent size if that 5 inches is added to a circle 2 feet or a mile wide. 030613 ... phil he writes them on a phone the chord is very long he writes them on a wall pees them in the snow each cursive dot every j and every i writing poems inside of letters he writes on every drop of rain some are done with color others in the air 030613 ... god bless you, phil mckracken 030613 ... god this one is one line long 030716 ... ferret don't do what god tells you to do, do what God tells you to do, some advice i could use... 030716 ... god bad advice fer sure. ummm. uhhh. a poem... fritos and tito's and barleycorn wine janet and michael were doing just fine. janet lost weight and michael went mad. janet showed her tit and michael turned white. latoya and reebie silently stalk the night. jermaine went to germany and then he came back. tito went to law school then got hooked on crack. 040921 ... tito jackson could a similar fate befall Law Guy or story daddy? 040921 ... god anything is possible with the right budget 040922 ... sameolme Well I've taken a look at your poetry and all I can say is.....well...... You did a really great job with the birds and the bees and the stars and stuff. 040922 ... god they're ok i guess... 040922 ... the awful truth that no one can read 061225 ... the awful truth Lyrically light spills from listless liberties Lazily lounging and longing for little Rhythmically rolling from the tongues of the restless Ceaselessly hounding a life that will fit them Flowers fill up the fields with their freshness They fall in the fall and they feel so forsaken yet freely they form new existence in springtime they're always alive, always remaking. People are part of the picture, NOT pointlessly - Picture a poem of words, flowing endlessly. Nonsensical syllables, fluttering entities - no sense is made. And who wants to read the thing? People fit into the poem like stanzas or lines, or words, or even letters and everything else is part of the poem and without any words, line, or stanza it's broken the poem's half finished and never complete till you add every word, line, stanza or repeat. Each chorus is timeless and constantly echoing and each verse is timeless, not linear, just cirling. the poem don't start and it aint gonna end and its all we can do to enact what we can of the poem pick your word, line or phrase and just repeat that one part and that is the Way that we can't seem to find; oh, we're so lost but it don't have to be so. You are your own boss. 061225 what's it to you? who go blather from