I have gathered you all here to express the joyous glimpse into a world of poetry...
A world where we show you happiness and dark reality...
We show you our hearts and bare our souls
and let you know a little about the person behind the controls...

A world where we share our innermost parts..
A place where you can touch the cold hearts..
A place called pathetic, but is by no means
A parapet to keep the talent and poets in the seams..
A void to surpass even our greatest collections
with people headed in totally different directions...
A place where you can come and show your mind to the cyberpunk nation.
A place where you pick the advertisement on the station..
A clean new page everywhere you look.
A complete set of over 500 people in a book.
A place where acid spits from non chalet tongue
and there a vibe to be felt in and among..

Some with angst, Like Anne
where there's fire, she's the fan...
Some with love like Misty
even though her works border in fantasy...
Some with hope like Kurt..
somewhere to recoup after the hurt...
Some with words scribed in fire like Sharon Sharan
for it seems in this game of poetry she's the queen and I the pawn..
Some like Rein Gut with descriptions that send my mind ablaze
and leave me stuck in this writers block of a mindful of haze..

Some with dreams which are all we
and the lost will one day come to see...
The few, The proud, The pathetic..
and with this motto, I'm truly copasetic..
I believe there's nothing pathetic in here
so let me make this point crystal clear...
Share your heart to the rest of humanity
and don't do it with rapid profanity..
Share your mind with us all
so we will know how you came to fall..
Fall into the pit of the lackadaisical poet
so we can find out if the rest of us know it.
Show us how humble you can be
Show us that dark fantasy...
Break the mold set in stone by the past
and show us how you do it slow then fast..
No sugar coated backdoor lost dreams
with the boasted mother fixing the seams.
No precept to jump off around here
just make sure to make it clean and clear.
Welcome to the world of peace and hostility
where some of us think there is a common brotherly
Some where we are just critics in this maze of telephone books.
Some where we point the finger at all the crooks.
A place to be an user and hide away from the frown faced critics
and sit down and spell out our own politics..
Welcome among the lost souls of poetic output
where some of us just open mouth and insert foot.

12/21/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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