Solsbury Hill
by Peter Gabriel

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city lights
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close; I heard a voice
Standing, stretching every nerve
I had to listen; had no choice
I did not believe the information
Just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom boom
Son, he said, grab your things I've come to take you home

To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Though my life was in a rut
Till I thought of what I'd say
And which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
Son, he said, grab your things I've come to take you home

When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
So I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll show them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
Hey, I said, you can keep my things they've come to take me home

By Naughty God (Knight_hawk) on Unrecorded Date:

This is an old one I wrote at my first college for my creative writing class.

DON’T LOOK BEHIND YOU

There lives in the night
A most unspeakable creature.
Shunned by the light
And by every mans preacher.

Look not into the dark
You may not like what you see.
Look not into the dark
Looking at you it may be.

Tread carefully through the street
Hurry to each pool of light.
Be wary of all that you meet
It may get you with all its might.

Never look behind you on the path that you go
It is behind you and it’s someone you know.


Unfortunetly what made this poem even more intense was that it was done in a font called chiller that made it appear to be written in blood.

By Naughty God (Knight_hawk) on Unrecorded Date:

This is one of my dark brooding works.


Doom is dark and deeper than any sea-dingle.
It envelopes all that it comes across.
It’s faster than that old Cringle.
Pray that your life not be a total lose.

Look with your eyes.
Doom wants noone else.
You’re in for a surprise.
There is no one else.

You’re all that remain.
Of this once proud place.
Try to stay sain.
Looking at deaths face.

I’ll see you on the other side.
When and all have died.

By Bryan Cummings (Houdini) on Unrecorded Date:

Albuquerque
-by Werid "Al" Yankovic


Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from
Jerry's Bait Shop... you know the place... well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was juuuuust peachy... except of course for the
undeniable fact that every single morning… my mother would make me a big ol' bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast… Arggggh! Big bowl of sauerkraut!!
Every single morning!! It was driving me crazy! I said to my mom, I said, "Hey! Mom! What's up with all the sauerkraut??" And my dear sweet mother,
she just looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train, and she leaned right down next to me, and she said, "Unhhhh... It's goooood for you!" And
then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth and force-fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was twenty-six and a half years old. That's
when I swore that someday, someday I would get out of that basement and travel to a magical, far-away place where the sun is always shining and the air
smells like warm root beer and the towels are oh-so-fluffy... where the shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long and anyone on the street
will gladly shave your back for a nickel. Wocka wocka doo doo yeah. Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true,
because the very next day a local radio station had this contest to see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt. I
was off by three, but I still won the grand prize... That's right, a first-class one-way ticket... to Al…buquerque! Al…buquerque! Oh yeah… You know, I'd
never been on a real airplane before, and I gotta tell you, it was really great… except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women with
excruciatingly severe body odor, and the little kid in back of me kept throwing up the whole time, and the flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and
salted peanuts, and the in-flight movie was "Bio-Dome" with Pauly Shore, and three of the airplane engines burned out and we went into a tailspin and
crashed into a hillside and the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died… except for me… you know why? 'Cause I had my tray table up…
and my seat back in the full upright position, had my tray table up… and my seat back in the full upright position… had my tray table up… and my seat back
in the full upright position… Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!! So I crawled from the twisted, burning wreckage… I crawled on my hands and knees for three full
days… dragging along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag and my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball and my lucky, lucky
autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel. But finally I arrived at the world-famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn where the towels are oh-so-fluffy… and you
can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna. It's okay, they're clean! Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the AC and I turned
on the Spectravision and I'm just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow that I love so very, very much when suddenly there's a knock on
the door. Well, now who could that be? I say, "Who is it?" No answer. "Who is it?" There's no answer. "Who is it??" They're not sayin' anything. So
finally I go over and I open the door, and just as I suspected… it's some big fat hermaphrodite with a Flock of Seagulls haircut and only one nostril.
Ohhhh, man, I hate it when I'm right. So anyway, he bursts into my room and he grabs my lucky snorkel and I'm like, "Hey! You can't have that! That
snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me!" And he's like, "Tough!" And I'm like, "Give it!" And he's like, "Make me!" And I'm like, "'kay!" So I
grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus and I bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows and I took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic
irrigation. Yes indeed, you better believe it. And somehow in the middle of it all the phone got knocked off the hook and twenty seconds later, I heard a
familiar voice, and you know what it said? I'll tell you what it said. It said, "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again. If you need help,
hang up and then dial your operator... If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again. If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator..." in
Al…buquerque! Al…buquerque! Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel. But I made a solemn vow right then and there that I would
not rest… I would not sleep for an instant… until the one-nostriled man was brought to justice. But first I decided to buy some donuts. So I got in my
car and I drove over to the donut shop and I walked on up to the guy behind the counter and he says, "Yeah, whaddaya want?" I said, "You got any
glazed donuts?" He said, "No, we're outta glazed donuts." I said, "Well, you got any jelly donuts?" He said, "No, we're outta jelly donuts!" I said, "You
got any Bavarian creme-filled donuts?" He said, "No, we're outta Bavarian creme-filled donuts!" I said, "You got any cinnamon rolls?" He said, "No,
we're outta cinnamon rolls!" I said, "You got any apple fritters?" He said, "No, we're outta apple fritters!" I said, "You got any bear claws?" He said,
"Wait a minute, I'll go check……………..No!! We're outta bear claws!!" I said, "Well, in that case... in that case, what do you have?" He says, "All I
got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels." I said, "Okay. I'll take that." So he hands me the box and I open up the lid and the
weasels jump out and they immediately latch onto my face and start biting me all over. Arr arrrr arrrrh. Oh man, they were just going nuts. They were
tearing me apart! You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started going through my head. I believe it went a little something like
this: "Arrrrrrgh!!! Get 'em off of me!!! Get 'em off me!!! Argggggh!!! Get 'em off!! Get 'em off!! Arrrrrrrrgh... Arggggggghh!!!" I ran out into the street
with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face, waving my arms all around and just running, running, running like a constipated wiener dog. And as
luck would have it, that's exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams. Her name was Zelda. She was a calligraphy enthusiast with a slight overbite and
hair the color of strained peaches. I'll never forget the very first thing she said to me. She said, "Hey. You've got weasels on your face." That's when I
knew it was true love. We were inseparable after that. Aw, we ate together, we bathed together, we even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental
floss. Aw, the world was our burrito. So we got married and we bought us a house and had two beautiful children, Nathaniel and Superfly. Oh, we were
so very, very, very happy. Oh yeah. But then one fateful night, Zelda said to me, she said, "Sweetie Pumpkin… do you want to join the Columbia record
club?" I said, "Whoa! Hold on now, baby! I'm just not ready for that kind of a commitment!" So we broke up and I never saw her again. But that's just
the way things go... in Al…buquerque! Al…buquerque! Anyway, things really started looking up for me, because about a week later I finally achieved my
life-long dream. That's right, I got me a part-time job at the Sizzler. I even made Employee of the Month after I put out that grease fire with my face. Oh
yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that. I was gettin' a lot of attitude. Okay, like one time, I was out in the parking lot trying to remove my
excess ear wax with a golf pencil, when I see this guy Marty trying to carry a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself. So I say to him, I say, "Hey! You
want me to help you with that?" And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes, "Nooo, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chain saw." So I did.
And then he gets all indignant on me! He's like, "Hey, man, I was just being sarcastic!" Well, that's just great. How was I supposed to know that? I'm
not a mind-reader, for crying out loud. Besides, now he's got a really cute nickname - Torso Boy - so what's he complaining about? Say, that reminds me
of another amusing anecdote. This guy comes up to me on the street and he tells me he hasn't had a bite in three days. Well, I knew what he meant, but
just to be funny I took a big bite out of his jugular vein. And he's yelling and screaming and bleeding all over, and I'm like, "Hey! Come on! Don't you
get it?" But he just keeps rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding and screaming, "Ahhhhh!! Ahhhhh!! Ahhhhhh!!!" - y'know, completely missing the
irony of the whole situation. Man, some people just can't take a joke, y'know? Anyway, I uh... Um… where was I?...... I kinda lost my train of thought.
Uh… Well, okay, anyway, I know it's kind of a round-about way of saying it, but I guess the whole point I'm trying to make here is... I... HATE...
SAUERKRAUT!! That's all I'm really trying to say. And by the way, if one day you happen to wake up and find yourself in an existential quandary, full of
loathing and self-doubt and wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful, meaningless existence, at least you can take a small bit of comfort in
knowing that somewhere out there in this crazy ol' mixed-up universe of ours, there's still a little place... called Al…buquerque! Al…buquerque!
Albuquerque! Albuquerque! Albuquerque! Albuquerque! I said, A! (A!) L! (L!) B! (B!) U! (U!) ...querque!! (Querque!!) Albuquerque! (Querque!!)
Albuquerque! (Querque!!) Albuquerque! (Querque!!) Albuquerque! (Querque!!) Albuquerque! (Querque!!) Albuquerque! (Querque!!) Albuquerque!
(Querque!!) Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!) Al…… buquerque!

By Subcriminal (Nat) on Unrecorded Date:

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter -- bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."

Stephen Crane

By Bryan Cummings (Houdini) on Unrecorded Date:

Looking down on empty streets
all she could see
are the dreams made solid
are the dreams made real
all of the buildings
all of the cars
were once just a dream in sombodys head

she pictured the broken glass
she pictured the scene
she pictured the boat
with no leak at the seams

lets take the boat out
wait until darkness
lets take the boat out
wait until darkness comes

By Vengence is Mine (Knight_hawk) on Unrecorded Date:

For A Kid Alone In Succasunna

Suffering,
You who feel
Totally abondoned,
Calm down.
You sinmply
Aren't old enough
To know
The truth
Of things,
The small
Constant
Real terror
Which is only
Ever conquered
By the help
Of a friend
Who understands
The insanity
And deems it
Offensive
And himself
Unafraid.

Sander Zulauf

By Bryan Cummings (Houdini) on Unrecorded Date:

Dr. Seuss Goes to Flori-duh


Can we count them with our nose?
Can we count them with our toes?
Should we count them with a band?
Should we count them all by hand?
If I do not like the count,
I will simply throw them out!


I will not let this vote count stand
I do not like them, AL GORE I am!

Can we change these numbers here?
Can we change them, calm my fears?
What do you mean, Dubya has won?
This is not fair, this is not fun
Lets count them upside down this time
Lets count until the state is mine!

I will not let this VOTE count stand!
I do not like it, AL GORE I am!

I'm really ticked, I'm in a snit!
You have not heard the last of it!
I'll count the ballots one by one
And hold each one up to the sun!
I'll count, recount, and count some more!
You'll grow to hate this little chore

But I will not, cannot let this vote count stand!
I do not like it, Al Gore I am!

I won't leave office, I'm stayin' here!
I've glued my desk chair to my rear!
Tipper, Hillary, and Bubba too,
all telling me that I should sue!
We find the Electoral College vile!
RECOUNT the votes until I smile!

We do not want this vote to stand!
We do not like it, AL GORE I am!

How shall we count this ballot box?
Let's count it standing in our socks!
Shall we count this one in a tree?
And who shall count it, you or me?
We cannot, cannot count enough!
We must not stop, we must be tough!

I do not want this vote to stand!
I do not like it AL GORE I am!

I've counted till my fingers bleed!
And still can't fulfill my counting need!
I'll count the tiles on the floor!
I'll count, and count, and count some more!
And I will not say that I am done!
Until the counting says I've won!

I will not let this vote count stand!
I do not like it, AL GORE I am!

What's that? What? What are you trying to say?
You think the current count should stay?
You do not like my counting scheme?
It makes you tense, gives you bad dreams?
Foolish people, you're wrong you'll see!
You're only care should be for me!

I WILL NOT LET THIS VOTE COUNT STAND!
I DO NOT LIKE IT. AND AL GORE I AM!

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

By Subcriminal (Nat) on Unrecorded Date:

I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
and carousing in sin.
One looked up, grinning,
And said, "Comrade! Brother!"


Stephen Crane

By Subcriminal (Nat) on Unrecorded Date:

"And the sins of the fathers shall be
visited upon the heads of the children,
even unto the third and fourth
generation of them that hate me."

Well, then I hate thee, unrighteous picture;
Wicked image, I hate thee;
So, strike with thy vengeance
The heads of those little men
Who come blindly.
It will be a brave thing.


Stephen Crane

By Subcriminal (Nat) on Unrecorded Date:

i
There was a man and a woman
Who sinned.
Then did the man heap the punishment
All upon the head of her,
And went away gaily.

ii
There was a man and a woman
Who sinned.
And the man stood with her.
As upon her head, so upon his,
Fell blow and blow,
And all people screaming, "Fool!"
He was a brave heart.

iii
He was a brave heart.
Would you speak with him, friend?
Well, he is dead,
And there went your opportunity.
Let it be your grief
That he is dead
And your opportunity gone;
For, in that, you were a coward.

*******

A spirit sped
Through spaces of night;
And as he sped, he called,
"God! God!"
He went through valleys
Of black death-slime,
Ever calling,
"God! God!"
Their echoes
From crevice and cavern
Mocked him:
"God! God! God!"
Fleetly into the plains of space
He went, ever calling,
"God! God!"
Eventually, then, he screamed,
Mad in denial,
"Ah, there is no God!"
A swift hand,
A sword from the sky,
Smote him,
And he was dead.


Stephen Crane

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

Whoa. Does Stephen Crane believe in God? Sounds like 'no' from the last poem...

By Subcriminal (Nat) on Unrecorded Date:

You should read the rest of his stuff, so far I really like his poetry. He also wrote "the red badge of courage". I read that WAY back in high school, and I should read it again since I've forgotten most of it.

By Subcriminal (Nat) on Unrecorded Date:

If I had to guess this about the time when they locked Peter Steele up for a few cozy months after he tried to kill himself (only missing by a few millimeters). That must have been fun.

***

Who will save the sane?
by Peter Steele

Periodic tableware
Psychotropic science fare

But who will save the sane?
Some beings
Just can’t change
Now crawl on by
With a fake tear in your eye
And think
Isn’t he strange?

Psuedogasmic chemistry
Necromorphic apathy

Physical laws unapplied
Hamper my quest
Unsurreal world
Of unfailed HIV tests
Der Ubermensch warning
Of pi (techno junkies)
3.141592653…
Come on boy, tell me, tell me

Tentative ambulance
Date bound for G Ward
Beartrap psychiatrist bait
Chew my paw off
Unmercilessly we will take you
Away to slumber
But only if you can recite
Avogadro’s number

Now crawl on by
With a fake tear in your eye
And think
Wasn’t he strange?

By Vengence is Mine (Knight_hawk) on Unrecorded Date:

Truth
Damien Ertle


There was a man, who wanted to know,
He wanted to know the truth.
His search led him to the edge of the world,
And there he sought god.
There he found god,
At the edge of the world.
The man looked at god and said,
“God, what is the truth?”
God looked at the man a replied,
“I can not tell you now,
You must wait for the right time.”
And so the man waited.
He waited through darkness.
He waited through light.
He waited through heat.
He waited through cold.
He waited till all others were gone.
It was at the end that he looked at God.
And he knew the truth.
He knew that all is ruin,
All is death, destruction, and despair.
Yet what he knew was only half the truth.
The other half God kept for another.
Hope. Hope, Love, Belief.
These were the other half.
And it is these that let us live.

By Subcriminal (Nat) on Friday, June 15, 2001 - 02:34 pm:

Okay, I'm in a silly mood and I wrote a little poem- not a serious poem or anything mind you..

In Praise of Prozac

Cozy white and mint green capsule layers
Of these divine little pills
Contain the pharmaceutical answer to my prayers.
Erratic neurons, sluggish synapses and nerve receptor ills,
My dysfunctional brain please trouble me no more!
No more low endorphins and trivial anxiety,
'Cause now I got seratonin that wasn't there before.
I be chillin' 'cause I am MIGHTY!
No side effects, still feelin' like me;
That's right, I'm feelin' good as a matter of fact
With my libido quite intact.

By Technomage (Houdini) on Friday, December 21, 2001 - 03:34 pm:

The Chanukah Song (II)
by Adam Sandler


Put on your yarmulke
Its time for Chanukah
So much funnaka
To celebrate Chanukah

Chanukah is the festival of lights
Instead of one day of presents
We get eight crazy nights

When you feel like the only kid in town
Without a Christmas tree
Here's a new list of people who are Jewish
Just like you and me

Winona Ryder,
Drinks Manischewitz wine
Then spins a draydle with Ralph Lauren and Calvin Klein

Guess who gives and receives
Loads of Chanukah toys
The girls from Veruca Salt and all three Beastie Boys

Lenny Kravitz is half Jewish,
Courtney Love is half too
Put them together
What a funky bad ass Jew

We got Harvey Keitel
And flash dancer Jennifer Beals
Yasmine Bleeth from Baywatch is Jewish
And yes her boobs are real

Put on your yarmulka
Its time for Chanukah
2 time Ocsar winning Dustin Hoffmanaka
celebrates Chanukah

O.J. Simpson
Still not a Jew
But guess who is,
The guy who does the voice for Scooby Doo

Bob Dylan was born a Jew
Then he wasn't
but now he's back,
Mary Tyler Moore's husband is Jewish
'Cause we're pretty good in the sack.

Guess who got bar-mitzvahed
On the PGA tour
No I'm not talking about Tiger Woods
I'm talkin' about Mr. Happy Gilmore.

So many Jews are in the show biz
Bruce Springsteen isn't
But my mother thinks he is.

Tell that Daryll Lamonaka
It's time for Chanukah
It's not pronounced Ch-nakah
The C is silent in Chanukah
So get your hooked on phonica
Get drunk in Tijuanaka
If you really really wannaka
Have a happy happy happy happy Chanukah!

By Kelly (Vampy) on Tuesday, January 15, 2002 - 01:18 am:

When will the rain stop coming down?


When will the rain stop coming down?
It?s sure to flood here, and we?ll drown.
There?s no way to stop this sadness here,
For I miss someone I hold so dear.

How can I stop this loneliness?
Surely, I?ll always ache for his caress.
There?s this emptiness here so new,
That is just as fresh as morning dew.

When will the rain stop coming down?
It?s sure to flood here, and we?ll drown.
The sunshine won?t come around,
Still hope that happiness will soon surround.

Why does it always feel like Monday?
Cuz to me, it seems like the longest rainy day.
As I wait for our time to come for us to meet,
I idealize that time when I come to greet.

When will the rain stop coming down?
It?s sure to flood here, and we?ll drown.
A most fervent prayer is cried aloud,
Hoping that it?s heard, and lifts this cloud.


Kelly Ann Brown
July, 2000

By Kelly (Vampy) on Tuesday, January 15, 2002 - 01:26 am:

I fancy those eyes, so entrancing,
and colorfully deep in thought.

I then envision his tall frame with intense eyes,
that seem to see into my soul and back.

To feel his gentle caress on my skin and
in my hair, followed by feathery kisses,
to show just how important I am to him.

I find myself in awe of his intensity, of his
smile in silence, non-wavering, and I realize
his desire.

How can I resist his charms and tenderness,
to run my fingers through his thick hair,
and tickle his face in wonder with careful
grace?

I see his expressive face full of love and promise
of a joy never thought to have existed,
of many dreams to be realized, and fulfilled.

I find myself doing the same, with great fervor,
hoping he read my thoughts and found that he
already did.

Kelly Ann Brown
June 2000

By Yo' Daddy (Sol) on Tuesday, January 15, 2002 - 06:46 pm:

Sol

By Kelly (Vampy) on Tuesday, January 29, 2002 - 01:06 am:

i had written this poem last summer, foolishly believing he felt the same way for me as i did for me, that b@#$^d!! i wrote it after i had made too many cookies and thought to give him some.. oh well.. here goes..

Cookies For Such A Sweet Gentleman

Here are the cookies for my sweet,
Fresh from my kitchen for him to eat.
With every sweet morsel of chocolate,
There?s always more surprises yet.
Roses or chocolate, with their sweet fragrance,
Are always a treat, that promises tender grace.
Hear! Hear! There?s no one
as sweet, or gentle, like you.


Kelly

By Technomage (Houdini) on Thursday, June 27, 2002 - 09:06 am:

friday i'm in love
by the cure


I don't care if monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and wednesday too
Thursday i don't care about you
It's friday i'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's friday i'm in love

Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate...

I don't care if monday's black
Tuesday wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
It's friday i'm in love

Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday wednesday stay in bed
Or thursday watch the walls instead
It's friday i'm in love

Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate...

Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's friday
I'm in love

By Technomage (Houdini) on Friday, December 06, 2002 - 12:03 pm:

The Lords of the Rhymes


Hobbiton, it’s on!!!

I’m Quickbeam with the masterplan

I’m Bombadil with the mic in my hand

We’re Lords of the Rhymes from a far off land

And We’ll Rock this joint with our hobbit band



Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who’s the greatest hobbit of them all

Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins he’s only 3 feet tall



Well my name is Gimli

I’m a fu*king dwarf !

I been slaying mutherfu*kers

from the south to the north

That ain’t Mirkwood I’m choppin with my battleaxe

I’m on an orc stampede like Shadowfax



Now all you Boffins and Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfeet
I’m the skinny hobbit with all the fat beats

My name is Merry and I’m five feet tall

I used to fu*k sh*t up at Brandybuck hall

My man Bilbo’s older than Gerontius Took

Yeah you can read about it in the big Red Book.



Quickbeam on the scene

All the elf girls scream

Like a tree, That’s me

I Like to keep it green.

It’s the chronic pipeweed that I’m smoking

When I get high I spin tales like Tolkien.



Well I’m a hobbit warrior short and stout

I got the fu*kin beats that will turn you out.

I’ll light you up like Longbottom leaf.

cause the orcs smoke the shwag, but we got the kief.



I’m Quickbeam with the masterplan

I’m Bombadil with the mic in my hand

We’re Lords of the Rhymes from a far off land

And We’ll Rock this joint with our hobbit band.



Yo Beam, Yo Dil

It’s time to get ill !!!

We light up the mic like a Silmaril

Frodo’s on the lam with Pippin and Sam

But you can call him “Underhill.”



I named the nameless hills and dells

I drank from yet untasted wells

Goin’ mad off the hook just like a Numenorean

I got more rhymes than there’s leaves in Lothlorien.



Yo, I’m harder than a Mithril coat

A hundred is the number of the orcs I smote

I battled Helms Deep and I took Minas Tirith

If you don’t watch out, I’ll make your ass dissappeareth.



He’s Smeagol, not Deagol

He step up to the mic, he look regal

He’s mean, he’s green,

Gollum beat box like you never seen.



Go Gollum! Go Gollum! Go Gollum!



I’m Quickbeam with the masterplan

I’m Bombadil with the mic in my hand

We’re Lords of the Rhymes from a far off land

And We’ll Rock this joint with our hobbit band



My rhymes are hotter than the cracks of doom.

The orcs got bass, but we got boom.

Me and Dil be rockin rooms

From the Misty Mountains to the Gulf of Lhun.

I’m the King Ad Hoc!

I will be sire.

I was born Aragorn,

But you can call me Strider.



I’m Bombadil and I’ll gladly sing

I got the song for everything

I got the number for Old Man Willow

Bright blue my jacket is and my boots are yellow.



Elbereth Gilthoniel !

we still remember we who dwell.

On the this far land beneath the trees

Thy starlight on the Western seas.

A Elbereth Gilthoniel,

silivren penna míriel

o menel aglar elenath!

Na-chaered palan-díriel



Which means…



Elf booty got soul!

Elf girls like to rock’n’roll!



Elf booty got soul!

Elf girls like to rock’n’roll!

By I, (Ranger) on Wednesday, September 10, 2003 - 02:50 pm:

I never saw a purple cow,
I never hope to see one,
but from the milk we're getting now,
there certainly must be one.


--probably Ogden Nash

By Technomage (Houdini) on Friday, December 24, 2004 - 10:48 am:

A Holiday For Friends

Christmas is a holiday for friends,
However they may be, or not, related.
Remember that the three wise kings were strangers
In search of one remote, uncanny dream.
So may we all be far more than we seem,
Together bound for dark and haunting changes,
More lovely for the loves we have created
Along the lonely paths from means to ends,
Stumbling towards that star of Bethlehem.

By I, (Ranger) on Friday, July 01, 2005 - 04:52 pm:

It Can't Rain All the Time
Jane Siberry

We walked the narrow path,
beneath the smoking skies.
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference
between darkness and light.
Do you have faith
in what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot,
when we cannot see.

I hear pounding feet in the,
in the streets below, and the,
and the women crying and the,
and the children know that there,
that there's something wrong,
and it's hard to belive that love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.

Oh, when I'm lonely,
I lie awake at night
and I wish you were here.
I miss you.
Can you tell me
is there something more to belive in?
Or is this all there is?

In the pounding feet, in the,
In the streets below, and the,
And the window breaks and,
And a woman falls, there's,
There's something wrong, it's,
It's so hard to belive that love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall
forever.

Last night I had a dream.
You came into my room,
you took me into your arms.
Whispering and kissing me,
and telling me to still belive.
But then the emptiness of a burning sea against which we see
our darkest of sadness.

Until I felt safe and warm.
I fell asleep in your arms.
When I awoke I cried again for you were gone.
Oh, can you hear me?

It won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.
It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall,
your tears won't fall
forever.