-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I think that I shall never find, Sci-fi like Lexx to blow my mind. To cut it up in tiny bits And mix it up with Zev and Snicks. It take my mind and makes it blink, Makes it laugh and makes it think. It makes it cry and makes it sigh, And try to comprehend (and try!). My mind, its spoiled by Lexx you see, No more will Star Trek fill its need. Ferengi, Klingons and Trills, oh gee, Can't compare with one Brunnen-G. Stargate? My god, you jest of course, You can't make me, just do your worse! I'd take just one bug bomb, that's it, Over all other Sci-Fi sh*t. There is no rhyme or reason so. Don't ask me why, I do not know. That's just the way Lexx works you see, It is a living entity. I do not mean the ship, you dolt. I mean the films, they are a jolt. They will conquer our universe, The rate there at; it could be worse. Oh when oh when will T M C, Rerun parts one through four for me? And better yet, when will they make, Parts five and up, for goodness sake? Can they not feel our cry for more? Can they not tell our tapes are wore? But I have #lexx to comfort me, I just might make it, hmm, we'll see. I miss the lexx, I miss its crew, I miss His Divine Shadow too. I miss the fun, the thrills, the gore, And every day I miss it more. I miss the bugs, the brains, the sex, I miss the computer effefcts. Blow up a moon, just one more please, Then show some copulating bees. I wish I had a Foreshadow, I'd make them pay, the blood would flow. I wish I was a Brunnen-G, Or at least a Guard, class 3. I wish I knew the how and why Of making choco cluster fly. I wish I could see through the past, Those psycic 'friends' they wouldn't last! I wish I had a Fractal Core, A universe I would explore. I wish I was a robot head, To be with Zev... is my face red? I wish I knew more of the plot, there is so much that I know not. I wish I could write poetry. You say I can... you don't fool me. I wish for all these things to be. And so do you, 'cause your like me. We all are one, and live in sin, We want whats bad, we're Lexxian! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eight little clerics went to the Gigabirth, On a day of rejoicing and pain, Some were happy to die for His Shadow, Some thought some were insane. This little cleric died at the switch. This little cleric got stabbed. This little cleric got dis-integerated. This little cleric was nabbed. This little cleric fell to his death. This little cleric got chopped. This little cleric fell on his sword. Now the floor needs to be mopped. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- While watching something on Showtime, I met a show that caught my mind. It was so fresh, so bold, so new, It had bare brains, and music too. I was possessed, I couldn't click, And when I tried, it made me sick. I watched it once, and then once more, I'd never seen its like before. I wondered how, how could this be? You don't see this on TMC. But there it was and it was great. Now TMC I do not hate. I waited long for the next show, A week, sans Lexx, is long you know. It was a blast, a breath of air. This kind of show is very rare. And then the wait, another one! This waiting time is not much fun. Just show it now! Come on, lets go! But do they listen? No No No! But then it came, oh finally, And it was good, I watched with glee. And then of course, I think you know... Another week without a show! I couldn't sleep, or eat, or drink, I was a nervous wreck, I think. I don't recall that time in hell, But now I guess that's just as well. And then, oh my, it was that time! The last was best, it was sublime. I liked it so.. Well didn't you? All of my hopes for it came true. But then it all went dark for me, Where was part five? I couldn't see! Oh no, not made!? I must have it! I think I'd might have thrown a fit. But then, I saw, a ray of hope, Something that just might let me cope. A lexx web sight, it looked like one, And so I went to lexx dot com. And there they were, people like me. From Canada and Germany. And USA, and Sweden too! And, just like me, they all were blue. They wanted Lexx, they wanted more. They wished for life after part four. But from each other they had strength. And now I talk with them at length. And look at me, I am all right. Ignore that scar, mosquito bite. Uh oh, oh shit, that time again. Its time to feed, its near the end. I'll let you go, you've been too kind, You've had enough sights of my mind. I cant write great, I just write true... Just passing time, something to do. :) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oh Canada the wait is through You got part three, oh lucky you! And lucky us, as well you know We've wanted to discuss this show! And now we can discuss at length Of Snick's weekness and Wist's great strength Of Bog's nosepiece and pattern too Of worms and queens and Cookaroo Of pony rides and tounges of Zev Of stopping fans with robot head Of freeze dried Kai and racks of brain Enough to drive us all insane! And then, next week, it is part four You'll forget all that came before You wont believe your eyes, You'll see Its better that all other three! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A poem of Zev? Where to begin.. I'll start, I guess, with Habermann. An actress of such grand design, Her origin must be Divine. That accent, oh, it makes me faint. That face, those eyes, those of a saint. She hosts a game show, so I hear, But Lexx could be quite a career. Lets hope and pray and write for more, So Lexx can live beyond part four. She'll go quite far if Lexx does good. Lets hope its not misunderstood. Now even though Lexx has a plot, Her character adds quite a lot! That light blue hair, that restraint vest, I must admit I am obssesed. Her lizard half, it makes her strong, And I like that, is that so wrong? And all her move, those of a dove, The way she fights, and falls in love. The way she laughs, and cries and smirks, And eats live bugs, and all her quirks. What can we do but watch once more? And then again till eyes are sore. And there's my poem, for good or ill, A poem of Zev. You've had your fill? I'd say some more but just can't think. Its late, my mind is on the brink. She fuddles up my head, you see, It's hard to write such poetry. I can't think straight while she's in there, I wish I could, its just not fair. I think she eats my brain away, I like it though, Its fun that way. Too bad I don't have more to write, My mind is gone, oh well, good night :) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I think its late, and its dark too, But its my fate, to sit here blue. I'm all alone, everyones gone, You on the phone? or on the lawn? Oh, come and talk, it will be fun, Don't take a walk, or buy a gun. We'll talk of lexx, or Kai or Stan, Or the effects, of Haberman. Or I could make, a poem or two? For goodness sake, I do miss you. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a parallel post, lword wrote: > Splarka brings sparkles and sparks to Lexx > takes all the words and slaps down a hex > it sure is better than eating tex-mex > > His words are spun to enlighten us. > and sometimes they frighten us > > his insight makes us all bemused > cause he is obviously trying to amuse > > we waited and waited for two entire days > And we are hoping that soon we'll shout "Hooray" > > Splarka, Splarka, please hear our plea > Or you will get more poetry from Trish and me > >lword and her utter darkness, trish I'm under strain, a threat they try. Or so they think, I wonder why? But do they know, (to me) my verse, Is just as bad, or maybe worse? But here it is, another poem... Not much to say, topic will roam... Ok, my heart is not in it. The poem's too small, my heart won't fit. Ive got a question if I may. Or maybe two, with more on way. Or five or twelve, or some all day. Or maybe more, who is to say? Is that a scar, or a tattoo? And where did they get that kazoo? Shall Stan's death count reach 99? Did Thodin cut on dotted line? Will Zev and Kai make a new squish? Will they show it? oh sure.. I wish! Will they ever find a new home? Will they show more brains made of foam? Was the Dark Zone worse than the light? It seemed the same, even as bright. Because I think the chaos there, Was just as bad as the Order. Do clerics get sex slaves for free? Do sex slaves keep their memory? Do mind searches keep a record? Is Pattern cured at Betty Ford? Is Poet Man's hair a trade mark? Is His Shadow out in the Dark? Is Giggerotta quite so mean? Do you know why Pattern is green? Where will Lexx go now that its here? What will they do? It is not clear. I may have said it once or twice... I want more shows! that would be nice. Well, off to bed I go forthwith. I'm just human, I'm not a myth. I can't stay up and write all night. And if I tried, I'd be a sight! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jeffrey Hirschfield Jeffrey, Jeffrey, the Supreme Bean, Great God writer, or man obscene? Should we like this, it is not clean, But its so great, this Lexxish scene! Keep writing man, we love it so, We need more Lexx, so we can grow. Let there be light, let yourself go, Let there be death, let the blood flow! Make us think hard, and use our brain. Make the action up front and main. Make the plot odd, and us insane. Write just one more, and then again! Give us a shock, give us a fight, Give us a giggle and a fright. We want your mind, we want its sight, So show your stuff, Lexx us tonight! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Top 10 signs you're a Lexxian. 10. You find yourself wishing your shower head followed your movements. 9. You look at blue recycle bags in a whole new manner. 8. You are eagerly anticipating Halloween so you can make 'Pattern' porta-potties. 7. You fondly refer to your offspring as 'squishes'. 6. You can spell 'Brunnen-G' 5. You wonder where Trish is. 4. You have had more than one conversation with a sun. 3. You try to convince people to let you make them immortal by cutting them in half. 2. Family members shun you for your sudden obsession with brain shaped jello molds. 1. You're reading this! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All morn on the jav jav, all morn on the jav I saw, People trying to connect and chat, while ignoring its obvious flaw. All eve on the jav jav. all eve on the jav I clicked, Watching with pain pain in the brain, the GPFs making me sick. All day on the jav jav, all DAY on the jav I cried, Crashing and bouncing and getting DCed, and knowing that I really tried. All YEAR on the jav jav, all YEAR on the jav I spat, This is no fun yet I must have some, this is just where its all at. Java java, your so slow, You make us laugh and cry with woe... Your good and evil all in one, We hate you yet you are still fun. You bounce us out upon our ear. You crash Netscape, we run in fear. We shouldn't use you, yet we try. You show us pics of Zev and Kai. You lag quite badly when you want, You even use a too-small font, But highlight links for us to click. Your mixed signals make us all sick. And then you freeze, I guess for glee. Or stop working, but you are free. And you let us talk much of Lexx. And meet new friends, you are a hex. And even though we hate you so, You have our minds, as you well know! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When all is said and done and seen, When we have worn out our poor bean, When we have watched the last kaboom, When chat is only a white room, When posts grow few till none at all, When we have seen the curtain fall, When Stan and Zev and Kai get home, When the future is all unknown... What will we do? Where will we go? what will we watch? Some other show!? How will we live with such a void, As what I sense we can't avoid... It will be grim I know, I fear, Our Lexx to us we hold quite dear, And then without? That won't be fun... It cannot end! It must live on! But everything, alas, must die, We can't stop it although we'll try. To TV land we cry and plea, Though some may mock our sanity. And in the end there'll be no more, And tears will make our eyes quite sore. For all we see shall turn to gray.. And thats all I can bear to say... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We know for sure, there here at last, we get them all, all for the cast... We get Eva, and Michael too, and Brian D, all just for you! And Micke_A will do the twist, when he finds out he gets more WIST! Oh happy days, lets dance and sing, let the crowds cheer, let the bells ring! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Universe light, Universe dark, one is thought good, but both are stark. His shadow knows, but tells a lie, so live in fear, and then you die. The "Dark Zone"'s hype, its all hot air, the "Light Zone"'s worse, for those who care, So lets blow up the cluster now, its fun to do.. I'll show you how... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Its there to stay, won't go away, the headpiece fit for gods. Its red and cute, and '4' to boot, and moves when Stanley nods. Oh hat that fell, in Wist's deep well, that Bog did put back on... Stan's hat will stay, Bog Saved the day, he saw it did belong. Oh little hat, that oft doth sat, upon the head of Stan... Your quite a piece, you made of fleece? I'll wear you if I can. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kaboo... Kaboo... the flower for you, to make you sing and jump Give them to friends, fun never ends, will cheer up any grump But please beware, and have a care, for if you eat to many... Your friends will fly, your star will die, of joys, you won't have any. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Killing for His Shadow for free, Kia was the last Brunnen-G. But he got back thought, And His Shadows distraught Cause he's scared of the prophecy. Bug bomb went flying one night to help Thodin out with his fight but bumped into Stan and that changed the plan But everything turned out just right "Don't tell me the food banks are bare! I'm hungry and its just not fair", Said Stan with much pain, As he fried up a brain, And then Zev said, "I like brains rare." "Your worm is your friend don't you know, Feed him p-pattern so he'll grow," Wist explained to Stan, Who is now a Wist fan, Cause she started his fire below.