'Ode to my Radscorpion'

You
Are a carrion crawler
Thriving on the wastelands in my mind
You promise you will fill me up
But instead leave me stranded
On the warm sand
On the tumbleweed of this shattered ghosttown
You pick pointlessly at a long-gone villager
At a fleshless, meatless, yellowed bone
And i am too tired to slap your miserable claws away
Someday though i may regain my strength,
My sobriety, and my perception
And then do not be surprised when you find yourself
Knee-deep in radiation goo
You are a carrion crawler--You need me.
But i don't need you.

Do you think that I am frightened,
Do you think that will scare,
Do you really think you can threaten me,
I can't believe you would dare.

For I am the lord of all darkness,
For I am the crusher of life,
For I am the source of all evil,
The cause of all danger and strife.

I will destroy your pathetic weapon,
I will crush it into the dust,
I will scatter your hopeless monkeys,
I'm afraid that I really must,

Ask you to beg for forgiveness,
Ask you to plead for a chance,
Ask you to pray for my mercy,
For I have slipped into the trance,

The blood-rage has come upon me,
The blood-rage demands your pain,
The blood-rage cries for destruction,
It wants me to call down the rain,

The rain that means Armaggedon,
The rain that will wipe the earth clean,
The scathing, burning, terrible rain,
Caused by my Ostrich-powered machine. 

Hell I Call Home

I don't remember inviting you in
You'll just walk out on me again
I'd much rather be alone
Fading away in this hell I call home

I couldn't forgive you even if I tried
I can't forget all the nights I cried
Lying there in my bed alone
Sleepless here in this hell I call home

You say you're sorry that you hurt me
I've got no use for your apology
You can be sorry but I'm still alone
There's no love in this hell I call home

So what if you're sorry for my pain
Your sympathy won't keep me sane
I'm better off on my own
Going insane in this hell I call home

You don't want me but you'd like to be friends
You've reached the point where my patience ends
So go away and leave me alone
I'm alright in this hell I call home

If I have beem remiss of late,
I must apologise,
If I have not welcomed you,
Please, me, do not despise.
But as I sit at this PC,
Even tho it grows rather late,
I must agree with your anaysis,
Those toes are really great.
However, you have aroused my interest,
It's not that hard to do,
I want hear about that mechanic,
And I'm sure others do, too!
The immolation sounds wonderous,
It interests me to my ends,
Does she do it to light the barbeque,
Or just to impress her friends?
Is it that she's a smoker,
Or does it help scare folks,
Is it that she doesn't understand,
What is meant by smokes?                                                   

(obscure Oz reference to cigarettes)                                                    

Cheers from the Land of OZ                               

"melancholy"

Poem. Hm hm hm. And a HI to everyone as well."
Because i am busy and never here and yes.
Here's the poem then eh.

*HUGS*

"melancholy"

ugly yellow green bile
swish of a whip through the air
eyes half open three quarters closed
you and you and you
and somewhere here, i'm told
me.

old grey bleeding eyes
crack of two hundred bones in unison
mind opening and closing in unwanted spasms
you and you and you
and i remember everything i've seen, but
me.

deep blue screaming veins
garbled warble of talking heads
lungs grabbing listlessly for air to feed
you and you and you
and never, never bringing life to
me.

i long for a break to my silence, and
from lips too weak to open,
a perfectly choreographed sentence
dies, drown out again by melancholy,
ugly yellow green bilious waves.

nothing now.
nothing but
you and you and you
and somewhere here, guess there must be
me.

It's always nice to see new members,
I'd like to welcome you,
To the Unwashed Villagers,
We're champions through and through.
One thing distrubs me though,
And Night Owl may give a hoot,
We're seeing a recent influx of,
Radiated vegetables and fruit.
Don't get me wrong on this,
The issue I do not hate,
In fact I think it's kind of cool,
Wonderful and great.
I do look forward to the next ones,
In the Unwashed land,
I wonder what will be the next,
Atomic something to land?
Will it be Atmoic Broccoli,
Or perhaps Atmoic Pear?
Perhaps Atomic Brussell Sprout,
Atomic Carrot's also there.
Atomic Calamari Rings,
Would be like little hoops,
And that way we would make up,
All five nutrition groups.
Atomic Fruit Salad's also nice,
Atomic Cantelope's good too,
Or Just add some Atomic Iguana,
And we'll have Atomic Stew!                                                    

Welcome the the Unwashed.                                                   

May your time with us be enjoyable,                                                   

productive, but most of all n                                                  

utritious, er, fun.                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz                           

I am afraid..
The thoughts that occupy my mind
Truly terrify me.
You were just yourself,
Beautiful and kind.
A friendly soul that
Only offered gentle words
To a lonely soul.
I am at war with myself..
My heart says..tell her, You MUST!
While my mind says
"FOOL! She doesn't love you that way!"
"You must NOT tell her!"
"Would you risk what little joy you have?"
The scream of anguish from my heart
Is all most too much to bear.
The words I would have told you,
The arms that would hold you
Remain unsaid and undone.
For I am afraid.