I just whipped these out and had the audacity to send them to the bgc
newsgroup but I thought I might as well punish all of you as well...

        Ya, this is just so I'll have something...ANYTHING on the
remailer...
       I'm kidding about that last bit....no really...

                                        Neil
P.S.
 I'dd say enjoy....but then you'd have to have managed to miss these.
                                                 n.



                  Priss

 She's a ruddy rose in in a wig of dandelion yellow,
  a warrior backed by a hard base beat.
    No shrinking violet she.

    Leather and mesh,
    her attitude,
    her armour of deception.
    - Her mask 
     her music:
     Both her freedom and her pain.
 
      Her friends,
      Her real friends she can count on the fingers of a hand.
      Her trust gold rare.
      Gold is not the coin which she has paid however,
      it is steel,
      and blood.
    
      She is a hurricane - a whirlwind
          dervish daughter,
      a force to be recconed with.
      She's not looking for an end
       - completion.
        Just the eye.



               Linna

  Spiders
         - skating across water,
       birds in the sky,
       leaves in the wind.
            It's a dance.
  Changing seasons,
        Planets in space.
     The metronome's swing
       to a dance.
   Her first classes
     when she was six,
      when she was twelve.
    Blood in her toeshoes
        for dance.
    Auditions,
     clawing and clawing,
     the tearing of tendons,
     falling abandoned,
        by dance.
     A hand stretching,
       an offer -to good to refuse
      a second chance
         to dance.
   Ceramic shell with a warm human heart
    ribbons of light in moonsilver.
      The predator, the prey,
         a dance.

            





                     Nene
 
        She's a day dreamer,
         and likes to sleep in,
       A gladiator
            in a cyber arena.
       She's a silicon knight
       fighting battles of code
           -and cake.
        She's a cool operator,
           a sweet beat cop
            Candyfloss hair 
           and candy apple smile.
           Her kisses, pink bubblegum?
          Who is the secret lover of her dreams?
          Defended by innocence,
          she's a romantic,
          - a 'Saber with style.
           She fights not for vengance
                      not for proffit
                 but for justice,
              and the thrill of it all.
         Could this one fall from grace
           her ideals staning her with a deeper
             more bitter dye?
             Or will she be the one
              to carry on the Dream?

 



            Sylia

     Moonlight soft swimmer
     submerged in quicksilver ripples
        the datastream of memory.
      - the phonecall
      - the fire
     Her cool demeanor hides inner flames,
     coals of resolve hammer inner strength
     that forge her blade
      - revenge.
     Powersuits and buisiness lunches
     slip away, becoming
    power armour and retribution.
    She can be shaken
    -but never stirred.
    A White Knight
    riding into check,
   Chaos on one side 
   opression on the other.
   Can she keep her ballance
   on that silicon line?


                Sylvie

             Hot chrome.
             High preformance style,
              and high octane burn.
              Tight leathers and the
              faint smell of perfume,
               mixed with exhaust.
               Made not born,
                drawn up 
                bluprints of fantasy,
                 punched out and assembled 
                 like a doll.
               That was her crime.
               Hooked on junk,
                always needing a fix,
              no matter that it was blood.
              How do you find a 12 step program
               to save your soul?
               Racing she gabbed for the wind
                 - the sun on her face                         
                 - the cry of a gull
                    freedom.

                                                 Neil


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