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Masterful Poetry
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NOV 24, `95
[Ed: This issue is about some of the poetry we have wrote in the past.]
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Poemz:
I. The Cold Black Moon
II. tears in my eyes
III. look inside
IV. strange reality
V. The Stride of Death
VI. evil hatred and death
VII. evil beatnik shit
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The Cold Black Moon - by Gangsta
the cold black moon,
shall rise no more.
as souls shall die, this afternoon.
have i not done what i should do?
or, was i just a bumbling fool?
the hands of time shall tick no more.
the sky shall bleed,
as women weep.
Death with a smile,
shall come upon your side.
with grim white hands and cold embrace,
will hold you as your heart will race.
then you shall see the face of Death,
as slim fingers tighten around your neck.
and leave you laughin as a wreck.
there you will rest beneath the moon,
since you will die there very soon.
the birds of night begin to sing,
to praise their mighty, deadly king.
oh, what sadness shall i withstand,
looking down at where i am?
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teardrops in my eyes... - by Dr. Boffo
teardrops in my eyes
try to wash the pain away
nothing i can hide
would make you stay
no one i can be
could do much worse at this
trying to seek
a peaceful heart
and all the hatred that i wrecked
as my world falls apart
nothing i touch
and nothing i can see
is quite good enough for me
try to hide my eyes
with my trembling hands
more than i can take
more than i can stand
i wish i could fake
and make you smile
but i've gone too cold
and the darkness i've told
and the dreams that i killed
and my heart that i sold
and i lied to myself
and i ripped myself whole
nothing i can make
or i could try to be
is quite good enough for me
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look inside... - by Dr. Boffo
look inside me
can you find
something to bring
peace of mind
nothing's real here
we're all fake
trying-too much
for me and mine to take
break inside me
can you see
nothing within
that's real to me
sobbing softly
no one hears
pass right through me
i'm not here
call inside me
i'm not mine
try to outrace
paths of lies
nothing sacred
nothing's clear
i'm still screaming
but no one hears...
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strange reality - by Dr. Boffo
woke up this morning to a strange reality
all the things around me
weren't what they used to be
all around the world evil begins to bud
even total stranger hunger for my blood
hatred rules this world
it changes what we do
it changes
all our actions
changes me and you
now i'm slowly murdered
murdered in my mind
no one really cares
no one's really kind
if they were they'd find---me....
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The Stride of Death
By: The Poet VIP
As I stand here, in the middle of the sand,
I heard the cry go throughout the Land.
For non as brave have crossed my path,
For Fiends of night shall feel my wrath.
But at last I stand here, without hope,
For here they come with my rope.
A rope so long but yet too short,
I think, as feelings begin to hoard.
I see its time to pay my dues,
Too Bad they are just plain too few.
The evil within my soul shall never die,
I laugh this, as I see them hide.
See you may kill me, but are you safe?
For death will come with such sweet grace.
Without Mercy for good or bad,
I might just laugh, its just so Sad.
Yes Sad it is that non can hide,
For Death comes here with such great stride.
Oh lover I shall soon be near,
For one as great shows no fear.
Death is nothing more than what you make it,
You can choose it or try to fake it.
But for sake of argument here I go,
Oh yes this is just my soul.
From here on out I shall feel at peace,
For starting now I begin to cease.
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evil hatred and death - by Dr. Boffo
try to repress me
im always here
the farther you run
the more you should fear
nothing you can take
will hide you from me
i am your darkest nightmare
forbidden ectasies
hate me with all
your pathetic heart could bear
you tried to run
but i do not care
you keep coming back
in your twisted dreams
with razor nails i slice into
your splatter filled dreams....
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evil beatnik shit - by Dr. Boffo
dancing arounds the fire
praying for an uncreation
put on my mask and the calmness passes
playing with my evil spirits
helter skelter summer of rage
yeah, the paper's are still screaming about it
i am so unbelievable.....
walking through your house
a madman play unbound baby
yeah, it makes me hard to know
the fear i gave to you
wandering through the wilderness
so far away
'till i was dancing with the evil spirits
i am so unbelievable....
touring around redneck land
land a son of sam
make a mockery of your false beliefs
like a glum death angel
in a neon haze now
everything smells like burning meat
helter skelter
yeah, i'm ok
the papers are still bitching about it....
i am so unbelievable....
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Well thats is all the poetry for this Issue... And Todayz lesson Iz.
"You must have alot of free time to be able to read all this shit."
So fuck you and please DiE till next the time we spread our evil words.
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