LET THE DARKNESS ENTWINE -Dann Lewis We are the night It consumes our being We reveal its delight In sightless dark, we are the seeing We cling to the shadows And hide in the caverns And beneath tranquil meadows We frequent your taverns We are the outcast We prey in God's land We, the sure and fast We plot against man We cannot stop the hunger Our bark pales to the bite We'll rip your place asunder Because we are the night. (THANX SYLVIE!) SHHH! WOMEN ONLY! -Anonymous I shave my legs, I site down to pee I can justify any shopping spree. I don't go to a barber, but a beauty salon Can get a massage without a hard-on. I can balance the checkbook, can pump my own gas Can talk to my friends about the size of my ass. My beauty's a masterpiece, and yes, it takes long At least I can admit to others when I'm wrong. I dont' drive in circles at any cost And I don't have a problem admitting I'm lost. I never forget an important date You just gotta deal with it, I'm usually late. I don't watch movies with lots of gore Don't need instant replay to remember the score. I won't lose my hair, don't get jock-itch And just cause I'm assertive, don't call me a bitch. Don't say to your friends, "Oh yea, I can get her" In your dreams me dear, I can do better! Flowers are okay, but jewelry's the best Would you look at my face, not at my chest! I don't have a problem with expressing my feelings I know when you're lying; You look at the ceiling Don't call me a girl, a babe, or a chick I'm a WOMAN. Get it you prick?! (THANX SHIRLEY!) MOMMY -Anonymous Mommy... Johnny brought a gun to school, He told his friends that it was cool, And when he pulled the trigger back, It shot with a great crack. Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told, I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold! But Mommy, when I went school that day, I never said good-bye, I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry. When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another, And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother. Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much, And please tell Chris; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush. And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now, And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll by waiting for her now, And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best; Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest. Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class, And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass. Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this, Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss. And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try, I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry. Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest, But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest. Mommy I ran as fast as I could, When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would, I'm not coming back. I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new, I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo. I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid, I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live. But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late, Mommy, tell my boyfriend, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date. I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true, And Mommy all I wanted to say is, "Mommy, I love you." I SAW A JOLLY HUNTER -Charles Causley I saw a jolly hunter With a jolly gun Walking in the country In the jolly sun. In the jolly meadow Sat a jolly hare. Saw the jolly hunter. Took jolly care. Hunter jolly eager Sight of jolly prey. Forgot gun pointing Wrong jolly way. Jolly hunter jolly head Over heels gone. Jolly old safety catch Not jolly on. Bang went the jolly gun. Hunter jolly dead. Jolly hare got clean away. Jolly good, I said. DYING -Anonymous a sould no angels watchover, a soul no devil will claim, a soul that wanders all over a blossomin field of pain. a soul that longs only for Death's soft embrace crying out loud to a pitiless face fears not the reaper, satan of God a soul now in chains, the heart hatred-shod the shell of a jester the shin of a clown the lips curl up the sould curls down Death now appears and stands by my side love disappears sanity dies me and the reaper look down on the crowd madness cuts deeper and somehow, I'm proud. HEATHER ALE -Robert Louis Stevenson From the bonny bells of heather They brewed a drink long-syne, Was sweeter far then honey, Was stronger far than wine. They brewed it and they drank it, And lay in a blessed swound For days and days together In their dwellings underground. There rose a king in Scotland, A fell man to his foes, He smote the Picts in battle, He hunted them like roes. Over miles of the red mountain He hunted as they fled, And strewed the dwarfish bodies Of the dying and the dead. Summer came in the country, Red was the heather bell; But the manner of the brewing Was none alive to tell. In graves that were like children's On many a mountain head, The Brewsters of the Heather Lay numbered with the dead. The king in the red moorland Rode on a summer's day; And the bees hummed, and the curlews Cried beside the way. The king rode, and was angry, Black was his brow and pale, To rule in a land of heather And lack the Heather Ale. It fortuned that his vassals, Riding free on the heath, Came on a stone that was fallen And vermin hid beneath. Rudely plucked from their hiding, Never a word they spoke; A son and his aged father -- Last of the dwarfish folk. The king sat high on his charger, He looked on the little men; And the dwarfish and swarthy couple Looked at the king again. Down by the shore he had them; And there on the giddy brink -- "I will give you life, ye vermin, For the secret of the drink." There stood the son and father, And they looked high and low; The heather was red around them, The sea rumbled below. And up and spoke the father, Shrill was his voice to hear: "I have a word in private, A word for the royal ear. "Life is dear to the aged, And honour a little thing; I would gladly sell the secret," Quoth the Pict to the king. His voice was small as a sparrow's, And shrill and wonderful clear: "I would gladly sell my secret, Only my son I fear. "For life is a little matter, And death is nought to the young; And I dare not sell my honour Under the eye of my son. Take him, O king, and bind him, And cast him far in the deep; And it's I will tell the secret That I have sworn to keep." They took the son and bound him, Neck and heels in a thong, And a lad took him and swung him, And flung him far and strong, And the sea swallowed his body, Like that of a child of ten; -- And there on the cliff stood the father, Last of the dwarfish men. "True was the word I told you: Only my son I feared; For I doubt the sapling courage That goes without the beard. But now in vain is the torture, Fire shall never avail: Here dies in my bosom The secret of Heather Ale." |