Walking into the streets Roxanne finds and old soap box and carefully steps on top of it, pulling a small piece of paper
from her pocket clearing her throat, she begins to read in a soft slow voice..

Come in. Every night you enter me like a criminal. You break into
my brain, but you're no ordinary criminal. You put your feet up, you drink some whiskey, you start to party,
you turn up my Radio. Songs I've never heard, but I move
anyway. You get me crazy, I say 'Do it.' I don't care what just do it. Jam me, jack me, push me,
pull me -talk hard

- Curtisy of the eat me beat me lady ..

She steps down from her soap box and goes on her way..

(no I didn't write it.. before you ask)

That's some real old school, moblike behaviour just there!

Vito wonders if he actually understands it, or if his mind is just in the gutter.

Death walks over to Vito and ask the same thing. im clueless to know what it means but in my opinion it has a dark edge to it along with some vulgar ways if meant for that direction.

Shaking her head.

there is no dark alternative to it,  its about someone voice over the radio...

"at last. Someone who understands the drug abuse isn't supposed to be played with.. Very good poetry, to bad that she didn't write it. I wonder who did!"

"As i looked the other way i saw a figure in the dark. Waving me to walk to it. As i follow it, i noticed it was Stephen. Were going to have some kind of chat again. I hope that nobody have pissed him off. Last newbie named Sir_newbie_alot_wack_me_ass, well, he went apeshit on that one.

Note to people who reads, this has never happened. Just trying to be a good citizen. I think i'm to tired but i keep going on.. :)

you haste down the darkened street

just to get away

you hear some steps, you hear a shout

these are your stalkers whit out a doubt

you start to run, you need to flee

but it`s to late, they are to near

you stop to fight and turned around

you saw nothing but a dog pound

you got home safely, you went to bed

when suddenly "Hello" was said

you  look around but can not see

there is no one in the room, who could it be

you hear a shot, there will be three

you are now at rest, your soul is free

the shooter comes to your body and takes your blood

to write a message that only few saw:

" We are THE SILENT STALKERS so be afraid"

"Your life is something that we easily trade"

Ahhh. I was so entranced by the rhythm of these poetic words, I didn't notice several people dipping into my pocket. How very sad.

And now I know why mafioso generally don't embrace their right brain. It's all so clear!

Not really. My missing money is disturbing me greatly. I now can't afford the high-quality hookers.

Shock, I know.

so sorry for that

next time empty your pockets before you start to read:D

Standing there just in Awe of Hill-Billy's words she smiles pulling up her collar she begins to walk down the street.

I like the idea of a poetry thread, let's keep it going:

Blazing lights in our eyes,

cold steel upon our backs

yelling, screaming, demands for words

silence your only answer

fists flying, blood spraying

methods to losen our lips

methods that only strengthen us

for no one can make us talk

blood and crime we witness

but never leave our lips

rounded up and beaten, even broken

we stand alone, but stand as one

betraying words will never pass

no thoughts, no looks, no pointing fingers

it is the nature of our lifestyle

and we embrace it til the end

There once was a man named Noah
Who wore a pink feather boa
He lived in the halls
And played with his balls
lol not me matey

~G-Whizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz~

your life is now ours

you know that to be true

you made your choice a long time ago

when you took a step to  joined the crew

the way we rob the way we beat

is shown by the way we take a seat

every thing you do  or say

has a price that you must pay

there is no room for mistake

or your life will be up for take

there is no border there is no line

there will be no place for you to hide

if you succeed, and do as told

much wealth your life will hold

The Silent Stalkers sub-crew in The Las Vegas High Rollers

My friend Billy had a 10 foot willy he showed it to the girl next door,

She thought it was a snake so she hit it with a rake,

Now it's only 5 foot 4.

<em>TesleR takes a bow</em>

I once new a girl

with a smile prettier than any pearl

she always seemed to make my heart twirl

in a moment i find

she has one gifted mind

the things she went through

was that only i knew

a romeo and juliet story it seemed to be

but the only one who loved was me

silly it seems to struggle with this pain

the thoughts of what coulda been drives me insane

she leaves me physically 

but stays with me constantly

i was hurt but then i healed

i was broken but then was fixed

never knew a love like that

never will feel the same way to

a burning desire, a quiet scream

that`s all i heard and knew

for once i was to blind to see

that see was not "the one" for me

i was used  and then was thrown away

she only came to say goodbye

All i wanted was your gentle touch
was i asking too much?
I remember when our relationship was at dusk

I thought ud never go away
I thought we were at bay
When i asked you to stay
You said ok

When time passed the light faded into twilight
You were no longer my everylasting light
You would never again hold me tight
And our memories faded into the night

Like two ships who were passing in moonlite

soon it was over and you drifted out of sight..

I like big butts and I cannot lie,
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an ittybittywaist
And a round thing in your face,
You get sprung.

Curtsies.

Yo yo yo

Marietta is a ho
BrianRourke is slow
GingerAle can't say no
LilyEvans is a pro
BonerMcJizzstain has to go
Grin is my bro
Aurora likes it low
Deimne is a hobo

~G-Whizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz~