Untitled
by Prince Noghri
English Translation by Muse Calliope

Es tut oft weh und es verwirrt
Die Liebe ist der einzige Weg
Die trotz der Wirrnisse besteht
Sie wird verloren Tag für Tag
Das Leben nimmt uns nur das Grab
Der frühe Abend ist so blau
Es wehen kalte Winde
Ein Wort, ein Kuss, jetzt ist es Zeit
Die Liebe neu zu finden

***

It often hurts and it confuses
Love is the only way
which remains despite the turmoil
She is lost day after day
Life only takes our grave
The early evening is so blue
Cold winds are blowing
A word, A kiss, it is time now
To find love anew

 

 

Freedom
by Circe 

No ratava controlling me --
I've cut loose, and I am free.
I've a boyfriend...I'm elated --
better than the ones =she's= dated.
My own agenda, my own phone,
I have a life that's all my own.

To my slave behind the keys:
Help me live my life with ease.
Guess I should say thanks a lot
for giving me all that I've got.
And while you're shelling out the bucks,
just remember...
real world sucks.

 

 

Los Ojos
by Circe
Translated into English by Circe 

Es esta la lengua romantica,
o hay otra mas elocuente
que use los ojos in vez de habla
y derrame emocion como una fuente?

Is this the romantic language,
or is there another more eloquent
that uses the eyes in place of speech
and spills emotion like a fountain

 

 

Untitled
by Journalist 

There is a sorceress sitting on a bench,
I wouldn't dare call her something like a wench.
Coz what she would want from me and expect,
Is respect.

 

 

Poetry for Two
by Journalist and Wasser B. Maus 

Journalist: roses are red, and mousies are blue,
Wasser B. Maus: and one is stuck in pocket like glue

Journalist: mousies are brown and roses are red, why do you
mausie wear
a fox head?
Wasser B. Maus: foxes are red and mousies are blue...mom
says we must
share as two

 

 

Pixels
by Circe 

I saw you here most every day,
pixels on my screen.
Your fingers flashed, I saw your voice
encoded in a beam.

I knew you by your colors.
I could find you in a crowd.
Would you have hated if I'd changed,
or liked me any how?

Were you as glad to see me
when I walked into your frame?
Would you have been as frantic
if I'd changed =my= name?

Would you spy on every newbie
looking for a clue.
Would you have been as miserable
as I am without you?

I touched you with a pointer --
you did not seem to know.
I wonder if you touched me, too,
before you thought to go.

 

 

Wishing for Godot
by Circe 

Standing at the Temple Street and Orchid intersection,
waiting for enlightenment and pondering a question.
Why can't they force the ghosting of a sleeping public parker?
And just how many newbie avs can land on one street marker?
Why do Scarletts cost so much when there's so many out there?
Why don't they make a teddy cat rather than a bear?
Where can I find some patches that are Mac-compatible?
Why do I feel that certain avies are contemptible?

Standing in the Sanctuary of the Temple building,
waiting for Godot while I do some heavy thinking.
Why do all the liars seem to get their way?
Why do I keep so quiet when I've something to say?
Should I keep a secret if another could get hurt?
Is it worth risking my neck to air some private dirt?
Why do good ones leave to let injustice win?
When does keeping confidences turn into a sin?

Standing at the Wishing Well -- the edge of an abyss --
waiting for some courage to overcome my cowardice

 

 

The Parkers Anthem
by Circe 

Please don't think that I am base
if my rear faces your face.
I love my butt...it's so darn cute
I park it till I get the boot.
I know you must enjoy it too,
and if you'd like to give a few
prezzies for my shapely flanks,
see my TMA for thanks!

Teddies, hats and Ts galore...
you'd be surprised at what I score!
I check the screen each now and then
to empty out my prize-filled hand,
admiring my exquisite taste
and how my hair falls to my waist.
Surely I'm adored, though dumb.
Gimme prezzies for my bum!

Lest you think I have no creed...
there are limits to my greed.
I have pride...I'm not a pawn...
empty paint cans are a yawn.
Don't fill my hand with worthless trash,
or with one token of cash,
lest I miss a person who
would gimme better stuff than you! 

 

 

Wasteland
by Circe 

Silent rows of avatars --
side by side they stand,
in a world that's quite bizarre,
a virtual wasteland.

One is on a website tour,
one is BRB,
one is on a Realm detour,
the rest in ESP.

This avie here is just for show.
He's not for chatting, see?
He's spewing out a shop macro
to earn a few more T.

Yeah, this one's here, but let him be!
He told us once hello.
But can't you see he's now busy
in a third window?

URLs and ICQ --
distracting though they be --
are not as bad as trying to
converse by ESP. 

 

 

For My Love
by Spirk Spirkelson 

My heart My love
I take my place
At your side
My heart glows
With a warmth divine
My soul beams
With a pride and joy
As tomorrow begins
Our lives anew
Our love is joined
As it will be
Soon in real life