This fellow came to us courtesy of EV.com - he has been an
active participant of the guestbook for quite some time
and we are
very glad to include him at our poetry pages.
Welcome Xian.
"Today"
Possibilities become impossible. Chances become regrets. Anger becomes
a memory.
Ignorance becomes neglect. For the rest of your life, today
will never again be today.
© 2001 Xian
My short term memory has long term
effects
© 2001 Xian
"Down"
The neverending spiral of down begins here. Take nothing with you but
your heart.
Carry your soul through the sky. Look down at the city and
wish you were back home. From
the mind comes a new reality that you
may call your own. Simple, really...
© 2001 Xian
"Warring Hearts"
We're starngers now, with warring hearts,
A brand new beginning,
whole new parts,
The steam on your window pane is no longer mine,
Time to choose a new favorite wine...
© 2001 Xian
Whew, I had a bad dream last night. I dreamt I was in the grocery
store and this lady almost ran me over with her cart and then told me to
get out of her way or she'd fucking kill me. I dreamt that there was this
moron in office who didn't know that there wasn't such a language as
'Mexican'. Then I dreamt that most of the general public was just a bunch
of morons, doing what everyone else was doing and not thinking for
themselves just for the sake of not 'standing out in the crowd'. I dreamt
I called my bank for assistance with my account and the customer service
rep told me to fuck off. There were priests molesting children (in this
dream, I couldnt even get laid), our politicians were all having extra
marital affairs and denying them. In my dream, you could actually get a
ticket for "not having a bell on your bike." The artists and musicians
(same thing to me) were shunned as the people of society who were "too
lazy to get a real job" and were trying to take the easy way out. Thank
God it was all just a dream...
© copyright 2001 Xian
"Taxi, fuck, taxi!" He yelled as he flailed his arms in the air
like a newborn freak. "Taxi! Taxi! Dammit, taxi!" He shouted again and
again. "What the fuck is the mother fucking problem'?" he wondered. Again
he tried to hail a cab, but his attempts were in vain; "TAXI, TAXI, MOTHER
FUCKING TAXI! DOES ANYONE PULL OVER WHEN YOU SAY THE FUCKING WORD TAXI?!"
Now his blood was beginning to boil-and the rain was starting to pour. He
had heard of discriminating cab drivers, but six in a row? This was
preposterous! Where was that damn Mayor when you need him? "MOTHERFUCKING
CAB! CAN YOU FUCKING PULL OVER AND PICK UP MY SORRY ASS?!" He figured that
if he belittled himself just a bit, he would appeal to the compasionate
nature of whatever fucking human being was driving the fucking cab cab.
"MOTHERFUCKING CAB DRIVER! CAN YOU FUCKING PULL OVER AND PICK UP MY SORRY
FUCKING ASS? HOW MANY OF YOU FUCKING MOTHER FUCKERS ARE GOING TO FUCKING
PASS BEFORE I GET FUCKING PICKED UP?!" Still no luck. HE sat on the curb,
his clothes drenched. 'I must be doing something wrong', he thought. He
decided to change his aproach to hailing a cab. After all, there were over
1,000 fucking cabs in the fucking city and damn it all if he wasnt going
to get one. He stood up as he saw another cab coming, "Cab please!" , he
yelled, using every bit of his energy to deny his urge to scream out the
fuck word. Much to his suprise, the cabbie pulled over and he hopped in
without another moments hesitation. 'Fuck it all', he thought, 'just gotta
watch my fucking mouth.....'
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