Variation on the Trees by Adriana Hoffman

the trees call billowing branches in the breeze ther lies a network of communication it murmers and sighs the clouds, branches, and wind become one encompacing presence like mingling of smoke it is said that when a person looks over the precipice of DEATH this place of bitter-sweet love becomes all they have left it is a cruel kindness fate's kind hand outfits the once person with a psuedo identity a corruption of their former self theirs to be and use for all eternity the new esoteric essence knows it will,or must make contact with others like themselveS in the night a steel train rushes by so fast the one who catches it is the lucky one indeed if you happen to witness the train stop out of its gaping doorways would rush a hollow sound like a constant exhale and then you would begin to question if: this was the way you were seeking to go? is it a quick and sure ride to goodnes, or plunge that would take you deeper and darker than your starting place and the wooded path is the alternative as difficult to navigate as it was in life moon light falls between and glimmers on trunks of adolecent trees instinct shows you how to move around them neadles under foot or underneath remember the forest is witness but keeps hushed the scene ahead comes toward you at a more and more rapid pace you are flying eyes wide open an ecstacy of awareness drenches your senses the path chosen was the right one for this occation the ways of this world are mastered through use the others at council sit with a moderate supressed sorrow and patience they tast the position of the new one in space and time evaluating where the one stands in a lodge such as this, predator and prey are a morphing pattern where future resembles the past more than it does the unkown even so the passing of time is welcomed, as they try on occation to remember what it was like to be mortal the excitement of the spirit rushing from the wood will soon be shattered the pieces vaporized Come melt into a crispness of surroundings. a new realization settles on the pure and serene room the others called the others searched wispers: thinking, planning, acting all in a moment all unbeknownced to the spirit of the trees who breathe in, the cool moonlight who saw the pine neadles dancing they had called the spirit, and now held them at the threshold of the atrium

Submitted by Ilker Yucel, a friend of the Fan Page. Folks, keep those submissions coming and I promise to get them all up here.

(No Title-about Cooper)

Your path is unclear, as are your dreams
Your thoughts conveyed to an unknown audience
Your sane and humourous nature, not as it seems
Your newest case barely makes any sense
Everyone's a suspect, even those who are long dead
Not even the scent of the trees offer consolance
"Nothing is a sure thing," you once said
But the taste of the coffee and pie come close
The red room you visit where strangers dance
Where you listen to secrets heard in your sleep
Where clues to your case unravel and prance
Where when people die, nobody will weep
A one-armed man begged of your still sleeping mind
To "Fire Walk With Me..."
You know not what it means are how to find
Where your soul can truly be free

Shane Sinnott subitted this interesting little peom. He also submitted his thoughts on Cooper's insecurities ( a la Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy) which goes like this: "I think that Agent Coopers insecurities stem from his problem with marie when he was a kid growing up in Philadelphia. to have someone die that you were very much in love with could make you feel insecure, or maybe he was afraid that someone would find out about his really bad gas. Pe-U!" Thanks for the insight Shane?

Cooper's in the lodge
Pete's drivin in his dodge
Theres mystery everywhere
Its in the Twin Peaks air
The trees are a blowin
And everybodys knowin
That Bob is really rad
but sometimes can be very bad.

A Drinking Song by William Butler Yeats was spoken by Pete Martell. Thanks to Andy Vanderland for this submission.

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die
I lift this glass to my mouth
I look at you, and I sigh

This is a recent submission from POE1154. It has no title, but it is about Killer Bob. I really enjoyed it... I think you will too.

i ask you BOB---why to you haunt me in my dreams?
you're even more devious than you seem.
your torturous ways are driving me insane,
you like to see me trapped in this lingering pain.
i know you BOB, just as well as you know me,
and it's true that there are some things i do that you can't see. this fact makes you so frustrated and so mad,
so you come to me, to make me sad.
you like to see me hurt BOB, but soon the tables will turn,
when you can't kill again---in hell you'll burn.
you killed me BOB-i'm dead because of you,
i hate you BOB, for what you did to Maddie too.
you hurt us BOB, along with Teresa and Ronette,
you trapped us in your spider web-your net.
BOB-it's payback time and you can't escape-
this is for the murder, the abuse, the drugs, the rape.
this is your garmonbozia, BOB, your sorrow and your pain,
it's all yours BOB, from the ones you have slain.

This poem was originally written by Dale Cooper to his girlfriend, who had been killed by Windom Earle. Windom Earle used this poem in an episode where her choosing a queen for the chess game.

See the Mountains, Kiss High Heaven,
and the Waves clasp one another.
No Sister-Flower, will be forgiven,
if it unstained its Brother.
And the Sun-Light clasps the Earth,
and the Moon-Beams kiss the Sea.
But what is all the sweet Words worth,
if Thou kiss not Me..

Deputy Hawk on Women... said to Cooper and Truman.

One Woman can make you fly like an Eagle,
Another can give you the Strenght of a Lion.
But only One in the Circle of Life,
Can fill your Heart with Wonder and Wisdom
that you've known as singular Joy...

Said by Phillip Michael Gerard, the One-Armed Man. Cooper speaks these words together with him, when he is denied his drugs in the police station and "Mike" surfaces.

Thru the darkness of Future Past
the magician longs to see
one chants out between two worlds
Fire - walk with me.