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The Shot - by Three of Nine


The shot rang out through the cold night air,
Ringing in my ears.
The rustle of leaves in the dead of night,
Holding back my tears.

The thump on the ground as something fell,
Down went my chin.
The silence that followed would never end,
Soaked was my skin.

The thunder sounded and broke the chain,
Soiled were my clothes.
The pouring of rain on the ground of red,
Curled were my toes.

The rushing of water through the pools of blood,
Torn was my vest.
The whistling of wind as it all went cold,
Looking for my chest.

The quieting of life as it began to fade.
Broken were my ties.
The whisper of death as it all went black,
Closed were my eyes.

Our Goal - by Three of Nine


I long for a time when my destiny's revealed,
A time of happiness and love.
A place where my mind and my body unite,
An era with peace from above.

This time will come for you and for me,
We will have all that we seek.
The Lord will come and give it to us,
Power for the strong and the weak.

Never give up on what you want most,
Dreams are what make us grow.
Without them we will shrivel and die,
This you should surely know.

We need the hopes and prayers to move on,
For these are fuel for our soul.
Happiness will happen just wait and see,
That should be our main goal.

The Climax - by Three of Nine


Touching, feeling, smooth on the skin.
Caressing, embracing, its time to begin.

Pounding, throbbing, races my heart.
Clinging, sweating, it is time to start.

Protruding, including, our bodies are near.
Shivering, quivering, there is nothing to fear.

Licking, twirling, your tongue on my neck.
Nibbling, biting, not just a peck.

Moving, pursuing, you move to my chest.
Grabbing, holding, I like that the best.

Clinching, scratching, my nails in your back.
Tossing, flinging, our bodies are stacked.

Penetrating, rotating, we have become one.
Thrusting, contracting, the task is not done.

Screaming, moaning, look at us go.
Stretching, growing, our body fluids flow.

Pausing, extending, it happened so fast.
Exhausting, collapsing, we rest at last.

The Love of my Life - by Three of Nine


You are one in a million,
The love of my life.
To just be a part from you,
Cuts like a knife.

I need you to be with me,
And never to go.
For my innermost secrets,
You only know.

I trust you with my life,
My heart and my soul.
To keep your love with me,
Is my main goal.

For when you are away,
In my heart you will stay.
Till we are back together,
One wonderful day.

Until that time comes,
I will do my part.
To keep you close to me,
And always in my heart.

Tunnel of Me - by Three of Nine


Never ending, always long,
Narrow, dark, and deep.
A hole of nothingness burrowed through,
The emptiness of my soul.

I searched and search,
For the light at the end.
The torch to light the way.
Through the tunnel of darkness,
My blinding cloak.
The tunnel of which is me.

To be in this tunnel
Is nothing new
For the tunnel
Is the essence of my life.

To be where I am
Is where I should be
The place I feel I belong.
Through the tunnel of hatred,
My bleeding heart.
The tunnel of which is me.

To demolish this tunnel
Make it no more
Would be the beginning
Of the end of my world.

Crumbling around me,
Like a deck of cards.
A shell of my fractured self.
Through the tunnel of destruction,
My broken armor.
The tunnel of which was me.

Forever dying - by Three of Nine


I am dying a death of a thousand years,
Inside this broken shell.
A death that is lingering for all to see,
So they can make my life Hell.

If they could see me beyond this death,
They would see me for who I am.
If they did see would they really care,
Would they really give a Damn?

I am a human of flesh and blood,
Just like everyone I have known.
With a heart full of love, a spirit of hope,
Which is more then I get shown.

I get criticism, stereotyping, and loathing,
From everyone I meet.
Would it be so hard for them to be nice,
And just speak to me as they greet?

People assume they know who you are,
Just by seeing the way you look.
But if a novel of Shakespeare was old and torn,
It would still be a great book.

Maybe one day I could be accepted,
Long after I'm gone.
For I am a good person to all that I meet,
It is too bad I am the only one.

Is that the answer should I dare,
Let this death finish its job.
It is killing me slowly in its own way,
My own life should I rob?

 Who would care if my misery ended,
Not me, not them, not you.
It would be a blessing for my heart and soul.
I think that is what I should do.

For once in my life I would be in control,
My heart would be flying.
For if I were to stay as I am,
I will be forever dying.

Ancient Relics - by Jason D.

1

Your hands
move to birth a still-born destination
made of black steel
and steal away my definition
of the preordain
and other Holy sub-culture¹s.

Don¹t you think I can¹t hear you
talking in front of my back...
don¹t you think, at all?

2

When the fire burns out of control
and there¹s too much
cybergenetic information
being injected in to your brain
and all it does
is make you drown below
the surface of iniquity -
it¹s depression.

3

She¹s the only one for me
but there¹s the one who died,you see
drifting through the night
just crawling on the street of life
nothing else in our power to do
but listen to the drumŒn¹bass.

4

Vision lost because I feel no warmth
desire¹s given too,
but at a cost of deliverance
rules and regulations
are the order of the day
perfect justice for the Third Reich -
the other¹s are concentration camp Jew¹s
on death-row, never to receive a pardon.

Fashioned by a number of consequence
stranded on a name for convenience
no secret that¹s deep enough
precious thought¹s are in my way
as their lives are put to shame
and I¹m six feet above their grave
pulling toe-nail¹s from my finger¹s
and hair from my teeth.

Taken in,
but not deceived
devil in their heart and disbelief
Promise Dealer steals away
anything he wills
what kind of saviour will rescue your soul?
and it¹s just for a little while,my dear
until there¹s a change in the Other-World.
What are we doing in this place called America?
Armageddon.

5

Contradict the sword and die
opposition chosen side
refill the blood that runs
the contraband in my vein
and user¹s my eye for a strainer
the same asking, oh no...
is anyone listening?

Survivor of a lonely crowd
screaming laughter
cut an empty face
call on guards who don¹t subpoena
but just slaughter those who act out of whack
will peace abide?

Conflict over the prize
and in due time
the more I give the less you take
while you sleep I¹m wide awake -
waiting for you.

6

Desiccated flesh
hangs from the elder tree
blood innocent,
no enema can it stop
haul up your jealousy
drown your desire¹s in my sea of emotion.
Do you see that I know?
do you believe me when I say
that I was baptised in menses.

As the hordes suffocate
the candle is lit
but with no flame of truth
spare me your flower¹s of gold
captive by fear
imprisoned in love.
I suppose you don¹t really care...

7

I have lines under my eye¹s
because I can¹t sleep at night
I haven¹t murdered no one
but I¹m being blackmailed
by the sins of this nation
oh God,
when will I die -
so I can get on with living 'My so called Life'.

How can someone so young
be so evil?
and here it comes through the television
and here it cums on the radio
there are demons all around
no one believe¹s me,
but they Will
when they¹re burning in hell.

What¹s wrong in being righteous
and wearing halo's
and shoving bible's down people¹s throats?
no, I¹m not trying to save this world -
just my Own Neck!
it can¹t be all that I have...

8

Why do they bother me,
is it my charm?
somehow I don¹t think so
what do you expect,
a miracle?
not likely in this burning church -
as I said before
it wasn¹t quite enough.
What did you expect?

9

Winding down from the height's
sounds so distant in the night
harmony and melody play in my soul
back masking blends to cover me
from the dark and cold.
There are spirits
there is no escaping
the sample's of Tricky.

Man bewitches science
to converse with the skies
poets dream
thoughts caught on fire
there is magick all around us now,
no use in crying home.
Voices of old
are calling me from a past
to a place unknown
on which the road seems too long -
where's the peace of chasing the wind?

10

And she buys her way out of this
the cards are laid down
but no body wins
all thrown astray,
caught red-handed.

I wanna die, but I gotta laugh!

From the skies pour down the acid rain
the earth is thirsty and suffer's for it's pain
trade in your weakness for that is their strength
and their contracts are signed up for death -
I tried to warn you!

11

Praying against the devil storm
shouting out till our voice¹s bleed
searching for what we had lost
I'm too busy trying to carry my own cross
then spend thirty piece¹s of silver on your's.

Laughing at the Madman
when it¹s our reflection
in the mirror.
No need to go to Jerusalem
if God isn¹t already in your heart -
than he¹s nowhere, man.

What are you gonna do
when it all comes down on you?
no place to hide
you¹re gonna cry for Mercy!

12

Drifting through a world
made for you and me
tear's fall like mid-winter leaves,
please take me...

13

Where are you going?
"Leave me alone",she cried
"Take one moment and listen for awhile".
I¹ll be in the holy city
when the cherub-less rocks cry out,
that¹s what I¹m afraid of.

Do you like these words?
you can rewrite them while I¹m gone...
no more excuse's this time
will we ever learn or is it just to late?
(I couldn't tell so early).

14

My best friend has been murdered again
the newspapers have killed him
and I'm not happy about it
nor is my best friend
oh, I forgot
I haven't got one
but if he knew me he would be mine
and I'm not happy at all.

Made my way to work
the secretary told me
that I'd been laid off
my girlfriend took on a truck,
she lost her purse
and I'm not happy about it
oh, I forgot
I haven't got a girlfriend
so why did I send those rose's
to the hospital?
and I'm not happy at all.

For once in my life
why can't my dreams come to me?
instead of bringing me down...
why can't YOU come to me!

Made my way back home
the door was open
the place was empty
I had been robbed
they didn¹t even leave me
a razor blade
and I'm not too happy about it
oh, silly me! I forgot -
how can you lose when you had
nothing to begin with
and I guess I'm the happiest after all.

15

Perverted persuasion's
of the Gentile variety
left me stranded and riding
a bike with no wheels
when situation comedies
arose from nowhere.
Feeling empty handed
guilt of sadness,
so drawn in with Siren warnings.

(a bitter sweet symphony)

Facade
fag-end inhibitions
pedal in the mine fields of yesterday.

Fulfilment of the scripture's
drumming out the step's to liberation.

16

Don't you worry about me
the spirit inside cries,"No!",
because I'm going down where
I'm not welcome
inasmuch as I'm going where
I'm not wanted -
who want's ME?
no one I know...