To Mel

[Love Angel]

Your selfconfidence is so low
That you need a piedestal to walk on
everywhere you go.
You reflect your own disrespect

Dont ask what language is that,
nor reason why anymore.
I think you got it very clear already
you do it all on purpose.

You must be a pretty cynical
and dead old rabbit
to found any fun and challenges in your life
by doing such meaninlgess
and hurtfull
and negative deeds.

Good that God nor satan exist
or you will be in hell
prime time
since long.
Any one meeting you,
can do anything but loosen their faith in God compleetely.

When I look at you face now,
i see nothing but the devil,
and your smile is nothing more
but a scar bleeding of its last bite.
last is the right choice of word here.

From now on you can bite your own heart
and can burn your own soul.
Do you have one?
I will from now on,
talk openly of all,
and will not refrain anything anywhere..
meaning doing so everywhere,
and do believe me when i say to you:

MEL, I DO NOT CARE!

You have nothing to regret
when it is written TOO LATE ,
as regrets are not usefull,
just as you,
just as your actions.

Meaningless is your name.
And Gratuitous Evilness your family name.
Your thirst to hurt is boundless like a shaft
you watch the blood flowing out from your victim
as you watch a fruit

your love is in the heart
your heart is traveler
and it si by your abscence
that you make my presence be
to your soul the substance
who will save your from this deep and dark sound
of the snake ramping,
as you do in my being
among your inner shell,
slowly poisonning all
and infecting our love of his bitter whisles
Screaming your name!
and you respond!

For each bite you rejoice
until the tomorrow
asking like a drunkard,
where does that smell come from?
ignorant of his doing
remembering nothing
empty like his bottle
and wowing to declame
that all mud come from the other
and that the snake was never there.

You will start soon again,
dancing amoung the woolves,
smiling at their unsightliness,
and responding Present!

I was never that far
from not dropping the keys
and having you running for being there for me
but i did dropped the keys
each and every time
Or was it you?

There is no two sides
Only one
Who are both defeated
There will be no winners
Only defeat for all
Who can win when love is killed?

You didnt even enjoyed the scene nor the ride
Why then, did you choose that path again?
Clinging into darkness oblivion and wrong
like a cynical dement
In an obscene dance
Where each steps are the same
Endlessly renewed

Who was the horse and whom was tamed?
I wasnt the horse Mel,
You were
And the one sitting on you
and using you as his mount
to carry him further
down his blurring path,
well, you knwo him well
you met him sometimes
you walk with him before
Dont you yet know his name?

I was only the wind,
in your wings you had burned.
I was invisible
Sensed and transparent
Strong with time
Renewed, often
And beating your face as cold as i could
to make you understand
what was sitting on whom.

You didnt understood
nor the signs
nor the words
nor the warnings of death
nor the reflections of your eyes..

whos eyes was it?

It was mine
where you came to satisfy your thirst
and what are the eyes,
but the gates of the soul?

You cannot hear the words
you cannot see the ligth
you cannot sense the wind
Where are you then?
Where were you all those years?
How can you know then,
Unless you look the alone place
where you still have some light?
Inside.

Found the snake and kill it
Found the sound
and dont listen to it
Whom was wisling you
and whoms wisle you followed,
you knwo already
it is the horse story.

You sleep into the mud that has invaded your soul
An urgent laughter in the mouth
in faith of being free
You founded there only
a new gate keeper
and those doors are thicker
as you cant even see them!

You will never evade
without the ligth inside
Do not sleep well
may the smell keep you awaken and on guard
and run for another hill
or do what you have to do.

Le Veilleur

[gaddes]

did you write it your self

[vashti]

Can one of the regulars please tell WTF is going on with Mel and Love Angel? Oh yeah, and who are they?

[Gribble]

Given that they created their accounts within ten minutes of each other and given that both their initial statements were nearly identical I would wager a guess and say that they are one and the same. That or they know each other from someplace else. As to their motives, I haven't a clue.

[Love Angel]

did you write it your self

LOL! I am not yet paralysed gaddes
yes i wrote it meself and in an access of rage, with 48 hours non sleep, and at 5am my time..
when i am mad, and or sad i get damn inspired!

[Love Angel]

Given that they created their accounts within ten minutes of each other and given that both their initial statements were nearly identical I would wager a guess and say that they are one and the same. That or they know each other from someplace else. As to their motives, I haven't a clue.

If we are the same person, seems very weird to me that one is disconnected and the other isnt, and the one left go in an acccess of rage and poetise on it, and that they were able to write in different threads at the same time..


as knowing each others before yeah, we were in before and afterlife trip together.

right now we are in life goes on kind of trip
and he is in show-my-pass-to-all-chicks kind of trip.
I thou dare to predict that the trip season is about to web out on a huge breakthrough from both side, and that i will fianlly get my reward for life long services and hard work on faith and strenous lack of sleep.

who said sweet corns came on their own?
But gible you are right on one thing, or two infact..
we are one and the same person, we are ONE ONE ONE, he just dont know it yet.
Well he knows it inwardly, didnt get pass the conscious mind and its filters yet.

[Charlie Boy]

A mate and I met these meth-whores when we were in San Diego. Back in Aus we used to look at their myspaces, where they'd swap these hate poems with one another - poems just like the ones pink panthers' been writing. Iced out of their brains, days without sleep, they'd scribble away abusing each other for stealing, lying, betraying them etc.

After a while they'd switch to makeup poems about about how "I ****ing love you bitch, I will be holding you when you're old and crippled" etc The poems were piles of shit, obviously.

I strongly suspect Love Angel is also on the pipe.

[vashti]

Aw, Jeez. A crackhead.

EDIT: Heheh, charlieboy beat me to the post. Oh well.. crackhead, meth-whore... same difference.

[Love Angel]

Can one of the regulars please tell WTF is going on with Mel and Love Angel? Oh yeah, and who are they?

I never met WTF, but i can tell you what is going on:

Thats a scabreuse love story, with drama that never lack, and who is so contortionated that it makes Shakespear blush and bleach at the same time.
I am seeking an oase, with peace for let say 3 days, where I could enjoy love in a cool environement with no more fears, threatens, nor pain, and in such a degree that i will get rose colored to the top of my smile.

Didnt found it yet.

Still faith still hope still around.
8 months that my heart beat at a strange rythm
answering its calls from afar.....


no, i am not going to do it again. if i get started i just cant stop prosing and poeting. Thats enough, i must also sleep. So to speak.

In short: you just hosted yourself two mad creatures from out of space, taking lots of space, and expanding all the time.

God bless the witness!

No, i didnt said that! did I???

[Love Angel]

Aw, Jeez. A crackhead.

EDIT: Heheh, charlieboy beat me to the post. Oh well.. crackhead, meth-whore... same difference.

What mean crack and what means meth??

I still didnt get it. I am not english nor american, I am danish, so i really dont understand what you are saying.
beside i never heard that this thread was about insulting the writer of the poem and about making wirl assumptions about them, who they are and what they do..
I never wrote a hate poem in my life, but i am sure that some of you could need some class in analysing of poetry to understand what it is about.
I think taking some philosophy and metaphysic lessons will help too.
I work with electronic at Siemens and make research in Polymeric sensors.
(if you heard of polymer).
I dont think your background will do in analysing the people you just met, specially with the kind of references you come with.
Let say it as it is, you lack a certain depth and knowledge of people to can do just that, specially if you take a walk about among bush species you never knew before.
If crack is the drug call crack, lets make it clear that I never taken drug in my whole life nor been in contact with people doing so.
As you can witness it, I dont particulary need it: I am born like this.
Like Asterix and Obelix, I am fall in the druide potion when i was little. That kind mark you for life.
I was blessed before birth.
As for meth, well we have a similar word in danish who means techno party and goes on for a week, also computer games meetings with it, so i think i got it wrong yesterday.
If we are stillt talking of drugs, it must be metadon then.
I dotn know how you spell it in english, but here too you are: wrong.
Not only i am not in drugs, i also was never curious nor interested by it, and i dont like beer cause its taste like shit, and i dont drink wine cause i dont like it, and i dont drink alcohol cause it makes you sick after one glass, and i dont drink cola cause it is too sweet.
Voilá, I think that this should do.
And i am not gay and i am not old and i am not your pink panther
I am just french and i am sure that i can irritate you some more than you can do to me.
As i said just before: I was born that way and I like that!

[vashti]

What mean crack and what means meth??
...[...]....lets make it clear that I never taken drug in my whole life .

Yeah, right.

[Charlie Boy]

What mean crack and what means meth??

I still didnt get it. I am not english nor american, I am danish, so i really dont understand what you are saying.
beside i never heard that this thread was about insulting the writer of the poem and about making wirl assumptions about them, who they are and what they do..
I never wrote a hate poem in my life, but i am sure that some of you could need some class in analysing of poetry to understand what it is about.
I think taking some philosophy and metaphysic lessons will help too.
I work with electronic at Siemens and make research in Polymeric sensors.
(if you heard of polymer).
I dont think your background will do in analysing the people you just met, specially with the kind of references you come with.
Let say it as it is, you lack a certain depth and knowledge of people to can do just that, specially if you take a walk about among bush species you never knew before.
If crack is the drug call crack, lets make it clear that I never taken drug in my whole life nor been in contact with people doing so.
As you can witness it, I dont particulary need it: I am born like this.
Like Asterix and Obelix, I am fall in the druide potion when i was little. That kind mark you for life.
I was blessed before birth.
As for meth, well we have a similar word in danish who means techno party and goes on for a week, also computer games meetings with it, so i think i got it wrong yesterday.
If we are stillt talking of drugs, it must be metadon then.
I dotn know how you spell it in english, but here too you are: wrong.
Not only i am not in drugs, i also was never curious nor interested by it, and i dont like beer cause its taste like shit, and i dont drink wine cause i dont like it, and i dont drink alcohol cause it makes you sick after one glass, and i dont drink cola cause it is too sweet.
Voilá, I think that this should do.
And i am not gay and i am not old and i am not your pink panther
I am just french and i am sure that i can irritate you some more than you can do to me.
As i said just before: I was born that way and I like that!

What was that sorry? I didn't quite catch it above the noise of ice being smoked....

[Love Angel]

Are you harrassing me and trying to be rude to me Charlie Boy?
Are you trying to gather other users from this forum into believing that i take drugs so they can harrass me together with you, as i can see you have done already above?

From what you are posting against me, and from all the stereotype of accusations of drug addictions that you are making agaisnt me, I can see that you are having a very very close relationship to drug addicts and to drugs, and that all your references and choice of language come from it.

I can also read that you are attacking me on the basis of my nationality which is racism and i dont think it is alowed either, in this forum.

Since you believe that not knowing what "crackhead" means, nor "meth-whore", nor ice smoker, is an impossibility, it must be because you are in such a close contact with the network who use drugs that it seems for you impossible that anyone could ignore what you are talking about.

As far as i know, ice cannot be smoked.

But I would like to know, from you own free will, how you came into contact with those pushers of all sorts and if you are still in touch with those people or if you were able to go successfully through rehab.

If you need any help to come out of your dependency, I will be glad to can help you as you seems to need help and I can only imagine how hard it must be for you, from such a young age, to have fallen into compleete addiction to hard drugs.
I dont know if your mention of gays was refering to your own experience, nor if you were trying to tell us that you had to prostitute yourself in order to pay your pushers, but you are welcome to come here and clarify this for us.
We will try to help you to overcome this trauma.

If I am wrong I am sorry, but i would like you to tell me what made you come to such an association then, unless you had an intresect knowledge of such a correlation, through your active and practical experience with the underworld.
If I understood you right, you begin your use of drugs in Australia and then moved to LA where you became a pusher or had to prostitute yourself to can afford your dependency.
Correct me if I am wrong, but this does not authorise you to come in this forum and accuse all new users to have fallen into the same dependency as you have, and to accuse them of all your vices, and to put on them your own frustrations and past mistakes.
If you need to talk about it, you can do so with me, but you will have to use a proper language to do so, and to never insult me again, nor make allegations and far out assumptions, as you have done, up to now.

We are not all from your world of life, that you like to show off, and do not come all from the same environment as you do.
You have to accept the existence of other cultures and other people than your own kind, and that there is other ways of life than junky-ones.

I am not one of your kind, and do not understand what you talk about, and do not know of the slang you are using, and this do not mean that you can feel free to insult me and encourage other users to do so.

The alone place I have seen people using drugs was in movies and in documentaries. I am not familiar as you are with it, but I do not think that you should feel so proud as you do about your close and intensive knowledge of the junkies, and your first hand experience with the underworld and their doings.
If I were you I will try to come out of it ASAP, instead to attack newbees in a forum. I will think of it as a more important priority than creating make believes for you and others, that me and my friend are of your kind of people.

I understand that you would like it to be so, to can come out of your anonymity, and to break the ice of lonelyness, but there is much better ways to do so than agressions.
Try to control your handicap, that I have seen you make use of in different places already, and come to others in a more generous and welcoming manner, and I am sure that you will make lots of new friends this way.

I also think that an apologize from your side will be the appropriate thing for you to do, and I will try to forget how arrogant and vulgar you have been to me up to now.

[vashti]

Cliff notes, please.

[Mel]

A mate and I met these meth-whores when we were in San Diego. Back in Aus we used to look at their myspaces, where they'd swap these hate poems with one another - poems just like the ones pink panthers' been writing. Iced out of their brains, days without sleep, they'd scribble away abusing each other for stealing, lying, betraying them etc.

After a while they'd switch to makeup poems about about how "I ****ing love you bitch, I will be holding you when you're old and crippled" etc The poems were piles of shit, obviously.

I strongly suspect Love Angel is also on the pipe.

Yeah, and you're w/o a Charlie, Boy. It's ok if you take it out on us. LOL