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### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## # ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ####### #### ## ## ## ## ## ## ##### ## # ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ####### ####### [ Poetry Collections ] [ By Bob Slack ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ P O E T R Y C O L L E C T I O N S by Bob Slack ------------------------------------------------------------ Poetry Collection # 4 ------------------------------------------------------------ Greetings hoards of fan. Yes that's right, I have maybe one fan, but I do not write this stuff for everyone. My poems may not be the best but nobody else could write them, nobody else knows how I feel, how I think. My last poetry set was mostly love poems, well it was time for a change and I did. See if you can guess what's going on with me, see if you can understand. Oh yeah, since last poetry thing I started on a book of sorts of my poetry. I'm not planning on having it published, but who knows, I may send it in to some poetry magazine or something, maybe I'll get lucky. ------------------------------------------------------------ Tide of Love --- our love washes up like the tide as strong as the ocean our tears of happiness insecurity is out only crime to be stranded on an deserted isle nothing but your love to keep me company your love will keep me alive for quite some while your the one that i want with me when we're apart we feel a little sad we miss each others warm love when we talk everything brightens up awaiting the next we will meet sleeping on the beaches the tide comes in your love envelops me and makes me a new man the tears i cry for happiness is the greatest feeling being born again, you are the only thing i need ------------------------------------------------------------ Alone --- floating, gradually moving towards, moving away dark, bright, the long fight feel it, devouring eyes, seeing nothing blindness devoid nothing to hear, nothing to see living in darkness, nothing to see pain, fast, force, pounding courage, hopefulness shattering like glass the hammer meets the anvil standing beside yourself look at the lies the rope tightens, tighter hope soars away, like a glider ------------------------------------------------------------ Vein --- slamming, the pain blood boils in my veins fists to the wall ready to take the fall the stabbing, the hand more pain for every grain of sand blind by the stabbing coarsing through the veins tapping away the pain never goes fighting the way the blood of the rose lightening quickens electrical pain through the tendons pressure, pressing down it's easy to drown ------------------------------------------------------------ Follower --- following the lead what ever can you do following the leader nothing better to do what else is there? who else could surrender they mock you they flock upon you defensive weakness obsessive obedience quivering in the darkness the fear takes over take them upon your wing what else could you do? they won't sing how can they? ------------------------------------------------------------ Annoyance --- annoyance how dare they don't they understand me? won't they stand with me? they ave no idea no fein of knowing they are themselves not even knowing emotional rage misunderstanding don't they get it there is no calming anger and sadness taking a stand for my madness there is nothing worse nothing more, no sadness ------------------------------------------------------------ Lonely Death --- sitting by myself thinking i'm wrong sitting by myself nobody around nobody to talk to nobody to share with nobody to tell nobody at all never with anyone with someone, alone nobody understands never do so empty inside nobody to fill me nobody's tried i die inside ------------------------------------------------------------ Silent Rage --- nobody to hear me nobody to hear my silent rage silent tears silence showing it's age the wordless sadness the quiet anger i speak with my tears falling on deaf ears the music of a thousand mimes filling my head their screams shattering driving me mad feel my fear this silent rage see my pain please, turn the page ------------------------------------------------------------ Impatience --- standing alone waiting for the bus sitting in my room no phone will ring contemptual confusion misguided illusion pent up frustration psychotic limitation silent listening deafening nothing passing time nothing to do thumping of the beat you can't beat this heat the anger grows inside there is no place to hide misdirected revolt nothing to keep, nothing to say there is nothing worse nothing like waiting ------------------------------------------------------------ Insane --- running still standing still no movement on high feel the thrill despise the goodness avoid the bad destroying the middle nothing running on high trying to touch the sky the heat is searing trying to melt my wing aluminum destruction caffeine seduction the lethargy is upon us destroy every one, leave the bus scrambling for destruction rambling seduction the bitter cold, the cold heat the fire that dies, lit the skies the warmth the cold the feeling of the void the room with no mirrors the view was full of errors ------------------------------------------------------------ Poetry Collection # 5 ------------------------------------------------------------ Hello, It's been a while since I wrote any poetry and I believe this shall be my last collection. Yeah yeah, I hear you all now. Death to BobSlack you say, Enough of his insane poems, what a dumbass. Well, perhaps all of you aren't saying that, perhaps none. Who knows, in any case I believe with this last poetry collection that this marks the point where I get into what I really wanna do. Game design. Who knows, maybe there will be a game out in the future by me, you know. Panther Modern Softs or FnordWare or whatever. I do know one thing for sure, I am gonna do one killer game based on William Gibson's Sprawl type world! Oh yeah, oe more thing.. No more wimmenz for a while, they suck! bmullins@indynet.indy.net ------------------------------------------------------------ Past Future --- time flows like a winding water as blue and unstoppable as the ocean life goes by like lightening sometimes it is so frightening things past, things undone old feelings suddenly emerge nothing to do but the future nothing to do but realize an old friend a special person a past of things half done realization is the main factor and love is another one the roots of true friendship run deep even seeable from a deep sleep the love that was there is renewed like a flame burning yearning for the times to be there is nothing to do about the past you just have to wait and see and do your best ------------------------------------------------------------ Krickets in the Attic --- sitting at home your life is so noexistant sitting at home you feel so obedient avoiding the problems the solutions at hand lacking the courage to fight em or perhaps too much heart giving so much common courtesy is a lost cause leach all given none sooner or later you have to run live it up feel the joy you deserve happiness like every girl or boy find someone, something special live the love, nothing is so level it's time to take what's yours you feel so much desolation it's time for you to fix it you have the solution so don't nix it ------------------------------------------------------------ Free Communication --- the line is busy your never home no free time to spend your not by the phone continually waiting it seems like an eternity continually debating will you be free for me? so little time so much to say so many interruptions there is no other way kidnapping is out of the word leaving on impulse is almost absurd caged in, you have no word what i have to say remains unheard so little time for me so much for me to say no chance to speak it is your freedom i seek ------------------------------------------------------------ The Dead Fool --- everybody watching my every move i'm just trying to feel the groove listening to every word you say believing every bit it doesn't matter what you say what you mean is obvious even if it's true for me they are all lies to me i believe every word you believe what you say the joke's on you nothing could be so hard paying the price for my pain dementia searing thru me like burning flames feel the hot pain the cold pleasure the immense feeling like i'm in a grave i'm dead inside living out a lie called life striving to fool everyone there is nothing but death of emotions i'm the fool to feel ------------------------------------------------------------ Fear of Weird --- running down the streets the dark alley ways everybody is staring at me what is so different? i change myself i try to cloak myself in the normal weirdness that's me burning out my eyes think an thought so alien feel the emotions of a million the pain the pleasure too intense to bear cloak myself in shadows hide in isolation the feeling is so intense the fear, i can't budge an inch ------------------------------------------------------------ Love Lies --- one thing shatters another crumbles life around me flatter and flatter first you cancel the wine then you cancel the room now you cancel the time i fear for my doom life seems so fake trust is the only thing we have it seems to be faltering so disguised so disgusted the truth seems like lies lies are the real truth nothing is true yet nothing is a lie love is so confusing, what a lie ------------------------------------------------------------ Impeach the Workshop --- old anticipation a flood of excitement death of resignation nothing but an informant gathering the information supplying the definition rebuilding the lost trashing what's toast old emptiness everything is free too much under home of the teens nothing but take nothing is returned home of the intelligent? no title was earned leach leach death to the king the masses tear us down impeachment is the thing ------------------------------------------------------------ Lies of the King --- deafness, silence nothing to be said nothing is heard blank, silence, nothing running away from the light the music make it all feel right nothing is as bright nothing but an unending night superstition demons filling your head the lies you tell yourself your better off dead listening to yourself alone defending your uneven throne you are the one powerful unready to take your fall ------------------------------------------------------------ Videogame --- new technology new imagination the life it breathes into me the wholesome containment shatter the levels of depth the depth of color blindly fast no more cash the uneventful adventure the dieing breed nothing is left of life nothing to read lightening reflexes a killer mood nothing is left nothing is good -----------------------------------------------------fnord-- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #230 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #230 Call THE STASH -> +46-13-175042 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------