So, you'd go to the bar to order,
The attendant would nicely say,
"Can I get you some Exxon, Sir,
Or, how 'bout some Texaco today?"
"Nay, my fine and trusty barkeep,
Today I'm feeling brave,
Just get me a tall glass of water,
And about rust don't you rave."
"But Sir, if you drink water you'll seize,
You'll be frozen still,
You life will be worth nothing then,
Others will treat you like swill."
"Barkeep, now don't you anger me,
You don't need that strife,
For today I lost my beloved toaster,
That for ten years was my wife.
I inserted the appropriate material,
In the appropriate way,
But today she choked on the insertion,
And she lays dead today ...."

Cheers from the land of oz

Whispers,
star shattered
dreams,
broken
falling,
cascading
about me,
my eyes
full of tears,
never will
I hear,
a difference
when you make
sure my body
is cold and dead,
a blade thrust
through my heart
or my head,
I forgive
the darkness,
encroaching
upon my sight,
I forgive the
darkness
blinding me to
the light,
if only I could
breathe
that one final
last breath,
if only I could
tell you
how to dream,
as if you
were in my mind,
broken fragments
dragging down
my simple
mind,
perhaps...
perhaps,
it is only
my wish
to falter,
to fail,
to wish
upon the star,
to severe
my only hope,
to forget,
to forget,
to break free
without regret,
will you forget me?
will you remember?
will I care
once I've gone,
beyond repair,
beyond the simple
slip of time and space,
beyond
without disgrace,
would I have died,
fighting,
for what I believe,
or would I have died,
just like a sheep? 

"my shriek"

Kinda in a blecky mood.. But i think it's an okay piece.. Thanks for reading. *HUGS*
"my shriek"
shriek
child of the cold
hang your worthless head
still your bleeding heart
and cool your burning skin
i watch all of this
through a dream
like some unbelieving onlooker
just another silent scream
not a flinch from the strong one,
inside her skin
i'm the weak one
i cry but her eyes are dry
my shriek
[a facet of a face
and i thought i can't displace
an existence within a mind
no peace left here to find
i'm told she's beautiful
but we can't see it for ourself..
a question within an answer
she's a paradox in herself]
she's a child of the cold
bites her bitter lip
calms my coward's heart
and burns her cooling skin
i am helpless
in this scene
a detached onlooker
scared by what she's seen
not a motion on her face, the strong one,
far below the surface of her skin,
i'm the weak one
i hurt but she shows no pain
shriek
[twist her til she breaks
no voice from pain she makes
shriek a joke a secret sigh
is there still blood
in the tears you cry
we all have a way to ease the pain
shriek she screams just screams in vain
but no noise from the girl
with scars across the skin
never admit to feeling anything again
i tell you i remember her..]
she was a child when i was not
she was an adult when i could not have been
she relieves a desecration
mourning for a lost innocence
if i had tears i'd cry for her
but they're still frozen on my cheek
she's a child of the bitter
she's a child of the cold
she's a child of a tragedy.. she's
[the skin on my bones..
understand me when i say
shriek and i
were born on the same day
in the same place
in the same room
in the same breath
from the same womb
she's me when i feel nothing
i'm her hurt when i am hurting
she's my strength
and i'm her weakness
i'm the emotion
and she's the coldness..
i feel her pain and she moves my hands..
and i am the only thing heard in the darkness..
inside myself i am..]
my shriek

"Down which hill did a small child roll?"
The left, or the right?
"I think the tall.. or
the one in the fold?"

It had rolled with mirth
down the rubbles and dirt.
It did roll with bliss
through the dangerous bits

Finnaly it came to an end
it hit the small cabin by
the werewolves den
in the midnight's suppertime
Of frightened hipphopotemous.

Alicia is kind,
Alicia is sweet,
She makes me want her
like a dog thats in heat.

That made me look weird,
that made me look rude,
If I insult you just say,
"Hey stop dude."

Alicia is hot,
Alicia is nice,
She thinks she has a bad voice,
But she knows how to intice.

Alicia likes to draw,
And draw she does well.
But if I try to draw,
It just looks like hell.

I really like her,
I hope she likes me,
I want to treat her right,
And make her very happy.

A hearty welcome from this land,
Across the boiling sea,
I thought I would stop in to say hello,
From Charlie and from me.
We've been rather indisposed of late,
I've been working rather hard,
It's enough to frustrate any mortal type,
Including this humble bard.
My new job turned out to be great,
I applied for it and others,
I got some interviews from my CV,
Like my principally sisters and brothers.
It turns out that of the interviews,
They only numbered two,
But it seems I won both jobs,
Surprising, let me tell you.
Whilst I enjoyed my current job,
I chose another place,
It's nice to get a big promotion,
The smile's still on my face.
The sad news is that we must move,
To a place 200 miles away,
We have to pack up and sell our house,
Sad news I must say.
But we are excited about the news,
It isn't really that far,
Besides, the new place is really fantastic,
With a new kitchen and a spa!
Thus explains our lack of presence,
With our treasured horde,
And the lack of Oz-ite wisdom,
Fouling the UV board.
We move in another couple of days,
There is so much to do,
But we look forward to our new challenge,
By the Pacific Ocean blue.
So, when next we meet I will be different,
And Charlie will be too,
We'll be far more relaxed in the spa,
Thinking of all of you!

Cheers from the Land of Oz

"can't be helped"

Wanted to use this title for a poem for the past few days... finally found one to work it into. Meh.
Enjoy, or something like that.
"can't be helped"
think...
but nothing seems to heal me
sink....
can i kill these hands that feel me
destroy...
every thing that means a thing to me
pain...
from which you cannot free... me
i guess
i guess it can't be helped
i guess...
[a million miles
below this secret sea
they're selling my soul
and my memory for free
and you can't do anything
but watch it drown me
don't you know helplessness
is just useless misery]
i guess
i guess i can't be helped
i guess, i guess...
i guess
i guess i need to save myself..
but i'm drowning
yeah
i guess it can't be helped
know...
but knowledge leads to hate
feel...
these feelings will not dissipate
need...
only loss can i anticipate
fading...
in my decaying state
i guess
i said it can't be helped
i guess...
[if we're a game
is this my losing streak
what is my pain
yeah, what hurt this week
if we're all bones
am i the creak
and when i open my mouth
why can't i speak
if we're a spy
then i'm the leak]
i guess
i guess sometimes i just can't be helped
i guess, i guess...
i guess
sometimes i need to help myself...
but i'm failing
yeah
i guess it just can't be helped
think...
but thinking leads to doubt here
sink...
drowning in this fear.. of fear... of fear...
destroy...
i want no comfort near..
pain...
pain, pain... the only thing sincere
i guess
i guess it really can't be helped
i guess
[tell me why
you want to survive..
if this is the way
you're going to life your life..
tell me why
you want this to continue..
you like this pain,
now don't you?]
i guess
sometimes i really can't be helped
i guess, i guess...
i guess
sometimes... we learn to rebuild ourselves..
but i've FAILED
i've failed you, and i've failed myself
yeah
i've failed, i'm falling, flailing..
i guess i can't be helped
reach out..
when nothing means a thing...
reach out..
your hands to hold my nothing..
reach out..
i could drown without your help
reach out..
but i can't save myself
reach out..
but i can't take your hand
reach out...
can't you understand..
[i'm the thin red line
between a cut and a gash
i'm the difference between
a cigarette and an ash
i'm the second between
the kamikaze and the crash
i'm beginning to understand
my self at last
i guess this can't be helped]
i really can't be helped..
sometimes it can't be helped..
i guess
i guess it really can't be helped...
i guess, i guess
i better help myself.