RAFAN POEMEMS

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"A TOAST"by The Keeper of Mirth
"Oh shit!"by the Spirit
"koresch Days"by The Keeper of Friendship
"Rafan Life"by Buttercup
A poemem by Fuzzy Bear
"Completly Unimportant"by the Spirit
A small collection of poemems by Seamore Myndtryx
A poemem by Hippienipple the Islander


"A TOAST" by The Keeper of Mirth

TO OUR FUTURES,
MY FRIENDS.
TO WHATEVER WE
MAY BECOME,
I SALUTE YOU
AND YET I PRAY
FOR US ALL,
THAT WE BECOME
THE ACTOR,
THE PSYCHIATRIST,
THE TEACHER.
KEEP OUR GOALS
ABOVE US,
AND OUR FUTURES
AHEAD OF US.
TO YOU,
MY FRIENDS,
I RAISE THIS GLASS.


"Oh shit here comes a group of people!"

by the Spirit

Did you ever pick your nose?....and get a real
sticky green booger?
And when you tried to flick it at the ground
or the wall or something,
all it did was stick to another finger?

GOD I HATE THAT.


"Koresch Days"

by The Keeper of Friendship

How giddy these days are.
We walk down these halls
and listen to the conversation,
so random, so candid...

"I don't even know how to polka" and
"Why can't we just burn faggots"
bounce around highschool walls.

To the next class we walk and watch.
The halls filled with odd leather women.
David Koresch with a hallow look;
nothing worse than a dark haired scruffy Dahmer
In our School learning with us.

A chuckle erupts from he who must
know he is Butthead
His name on his chest. He is Butthead.

We sceach with joy.
how high we feel.
we know who's been at our locker last.
we rip through the door and laugh.

Mind in Mind we walk,
putting another women
in our soul-pockets.
they overflow, and we laugh again.

Koresch see's us and laughs.
He knows we love him.

I love his presence. Yes, I love my hall partner.

under trucks with soda and peanuts:
or in a corridor with mesiah and cartoon.
My hall partner is there,
to keep me along
Oct.19,1993


"Rafan Life"

by Buttercup

Angels sing high above,
Trapped in azure skies,
Running circles in our heads,
Selling our souls to the Gods of Pain and Fear.

We walk the world alone,
Naked in our fears,
Finding solace in the company of others
And the vices they carry.

Demons dance below our feet,
Laughing as wee cry,
Dieing as we smile,
I hope it pains them deeply when we are together.
May 2, 1996.


A poemem by Fuzzy Bear

Circles go by of the time we signed.
Jenga blocks fall on clocks
Guitar strings play on swings.
Dictatorship power starts to flower.
BUT
All that matters starts to shatter.
AND.
Mountains cried on hills too high.


"Completly Unimportant"

by the Spirit

Wretched worm,
crawling up and down my spine.
Warm gush of discomfort,
unsettling my gorge.
My body shakes uncontrolably.
Teeth clenched tight in a
wicked, impure smile.
The dark and distant pupils of my eyes
rapidly contract and expand,
as the world around
slips far,far away from me
and becomes
COMPLETLY UNIMPORTANT.
Man made, synthetic, pseudo-happiness
drip
drip
dropped
onto a little square
piece of paper.
I'm playing games with the extensional
reality by cheating my intensional desires
with a cheap and easy kick to the head.


A small collection of poemems by Seamore Myndtryx

"BLUEST MOON"

Bluest moon
collide with me.
Twisting in a swoon,
she starts to flee.
Stranded on a sandbar,
as the tide comes crashing down.
Seeing her out there,
lingering so far,
trapped deep in something gone-
"Ah fuck it...
she was a bitch anyway."
end.
--------------------

"ASLEEP ON THE FARM"

A cackling rooster
pecking at my cock,
all foreplay forgotten,
it's really quite a shock!
So my warning here,
it is from me to you...
sleep on the farm at your own risk,
Uncle Ben's coo-coo!
end.
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"BIG RED ITCHING"

The big red
itching inside
gave way to a bursting head
and with nowhere to hide
I scratched, convulsed and cried.
saddly realizing...
my pet had died!
end.
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The first to forget
are the buttercups
and ice cream
stained beyond the point
corrupting the styles
in every dream
corrupting my body
as well as my
seams.
end.



Ecstasy

With your Love

On the Acid

By your Finger Tips

Under your Tongue

Beside your Roach

Above your Eyes

In the Bowl

Outside the Body

Inside the Soul

Through the Mushrooms

On top of the Nerves

Is where you will Find

The Door

 

Open It.

 

A Wall.

 

HIP NIP ISL.


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