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1. |
Oops
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Oops
August 11, 1991
standin' on the corner of fourth and ten
looking for my life
seems to me I lost it down this way
tarmac -
like an airport
comes rushing up to greet my eyes
I thought that I could fly?
then pain
a taxi
I watch me lay to die
broken glass across my brow
I watch me learn to fly
they hit me from behind my dear
and even death is funny
hunting for life I find death
and catch a cab
move on then
to where I've never been
I'll fly
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Ballad of the Broken Bird
August 14, 1991
two chickens
Andy,
Pommel,
friends -
dids't quarrel o'er yon loving hen
dids't bring about most awful squawks
til then -
most foully Andy peck poor Pommel
Pommel gutted out
then dids't Andy up and fly
aloft into the rafters
with all the strength that in him got
Andy dropped yon largish box -
like heaven's darkest night it fell
dids't drive poor Pommel strait to hell
woe a sorry time it was
hens dids't mourn and cluck somewhat
the so sad tale of friendship -
squashed
when Pommel Andy splattered thus
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3. |
Watching the Road
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Watching the Road
August 25, 1991
life is black
tar and traction slipping
and I -
on the passenger's side
who drives?
I look up past the wheel
torso swathed in black
pushes on into the night
and blood from dagger of the mind
rolls down the form
before I look away
get back in control I panic at me
but lo...
I crash and fade away
justify your life they cry
I can't - their eyes burn me
you let your choices slip away
relaxed in fear
I sink towards the bottom of my mind
sink quietly from the world
towards void
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4. |
RGH
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RGH
August 26, 1991
an ode to the gunk between my toes
I write most fearfully
I think the stench I thought I smelled
did come from there
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5. |
Ode to a Grape
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Ode to a Grape
August 26, 1991
oh grape
just sitting there
how I used to envy thee
but now -
you rot
I don't -
what? my dog ate you?
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6. |
In Fear of Night
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In Fear of Night
August 27, 1991
little one why do you lie
drag your covers to your head
and little one
why can't you sleep -
is it fear of death about your head
little one why do you weep
death is common
just a phase
if we pass on what does it matter
when we lived well
when we had played -
little one try your heart at love
a hug can help the day go by
and teach your friends
or mom and dad
to live
to play
to never die
though your body may pass on
what does it matter?
darkness lies only in the mind
take comfort in the cover's warmth
I will remember you
as you remember -
take comfort in a world of light
friends are waiting all around
and in the end
a thought
a phrase
may yet hold your soul
good night my little friend
sleep warm
for many are those who love you
many are your friends
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7. |
Come All Ye Fair
01:10
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Come All Ye Fair
September 2, 1991
electrify
your face
you'll find
that that's
the reason why
I'm screaming
pollute your mind
you're out
of time
you catch the light
upon my knife
you're screaming
out of control
I think
I am
I know
that's why
I'm screaming
run for your life
he's got a knife
he's lost
his mind
nowhere to run
he's screaming
what did he do
his padded cell
smells bad
he's had
a time last night
he's screaming
fight with the light
fall to the ground
pain all around
I cannot run
my life is done
I'm screaming
the floors are soft
the walls are soft
I cannot move
my arms behind me
this is why
I'm screaming
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8. |
Ode to a Gob
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Ode to a Gob
September 10, 1991
oh silly putty
with you I ply
to end my hours of darkness
I bounce you
and I loose you
where did you go?
I put you in the freezer
then I dropped you
oops...
you shattered
now I stick to my floor
I tried to clean you up
with a napkin
but now the napkin is stuck too
so I used my shirt
removed you from the floor
but then
mother washed and dried my shirt
igh...
I don't think I should have put it on
my shirt that is...
as now it won't come off
and there you are
stuck in my belly button
I think I could use a nap
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9. |
Gently Lie
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Gently Lie
September 10, 1991
wake in darkness
live in night
so you choose to be
well go on now friend
that's your own way
that's ok by me
you thought to tell me
dark is peaceful
that dreams and rest and peace come there
that in the islands
in your mind lie
the places where you really are
so now I waken to the darkness
I look around to see loose shapes
a mirror in the night shows nothing
and this seems good to me
'cause faith unwavering can be a weapon
'cause fear can bring down pain
but in the night a mirror shows nothing
and this seems good to me
but the light waits-
here we step out of the bedroom
to a world where diplomats say war has come
to a world of honest night
and a set of mirrors that can reflect in the dark
to a child in the corner
faint with fear of concussions
approaching as the bombs fall
ever closer in the dim
the answer?
run
no time to figure
see?
the sky is closing
the grass goes black
and charcoal melts-
my last thought is of a mirror
showing only darkness
and a peace of sorts
from ignorance
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10. |
Into the Distance
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Into the Distance
1992
and so another one has died
not the last I'm sure
I did not know him
cannot cry
others surely shed my tears
in the halls a long face passes
just another from the masses
just another called him friend
and I sit to think
but recall no picture
I cannot comfort
don't know how
or who
nor what to say
what can I do?
just sit here in my cupboard thinking
no victory lies in death for him -
honored yes
but by living remains
and death is final
some say
we have our memories
I knew his name, a face to call
but of his person I'll never know
in this my sorrow lies
that and this -
when falls the next?
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11. |
Another Little Boy
02:00
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Another Little Boy
September 15, 1991
life is darker
than what I used to know
you know -
the stars no longer shine
and chaos starts all over
no more sunny days
today or tomorrow
a longer stretch of blackness
heading onwards
can you tell me one last thing?
where did the sun go -
what happened when night was down upon us?
what was the reason
for the pain that reached my mind
can you tell me did I do it
or was it you that had to go
to tell the people
our world's safe no more
and all of the answers
are curling on the flames
from the inferno
dreams like paper turned to dust
to dust I fall
out into chaos -
I looked out at the winter morning
secure in my position
that life was going well -
when suddenly blinded
a flash seared through my soul
in a world of snowflakes
steaming under an atomic sun -
I heard the rivers boil
Thames and Hudson burning
loud as the end did come
before I floated of into silence
down by the ocean
where nothing lives today
floating
floating
floating
out into chaos -
out there in the shadows
a few last people vie
trying to put it all together
long enough to say they survived -
fighting wasting illness
skin that smears like vaseline
the say that god was angry
"what did we not do," they cry
out into nothing
and nothing is the sky but black
for only waste remains -
no answer -
and the tattered lives of the many
caught up in the hurricane
still keen
like lost souls how the seem to be
fighting decay that pulls them down
only to loose out as the step out
out into chaos -
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12. |
Creature of the Gloom
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Creature of the Gloom
September 25, 1991
dark as sith its hair stands
eyes aglow it bares its teeth
to grind its jaws -
fresh scythes for reaping
blood anew from its next victim
death's head
decay
face it resembles
claws of steel never sheathed
biting
ripping
it won't let go
til you are like it in decay
or waken screaming
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13. |
Hanging On
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Hanging On
September 18, 1991
he had never tried to write
of happiness
had he known at all what it could be -
who knows -
but eventually such things never matter
'cause it hit him in the end
that happiness was easy
with caring - and who cannot care?
so many cast love aside
not close enough to their desires
in disgust heaving aside the obvious
I judged them fools -
but do no better
acceptance, trust, and truth will hold
or so I suspect must be true
but so must fun
and taking what happens as is
since there is no perfection to be had
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14. |
In Contemplation
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In Contemplation
September 22, 1991
let me think of how to say this
who I am is important to me
and how to share this
let myself get to know others
is hard
what can I say?
I often prefer to sit and think
or listen to the music
fluctuation in conversations
just flow in amongst the parts of it
before joining in
I love to speak of feelings
but when feelings do not feel right
I cannot trust a person well
remaining silent
I like to talk one person at a time
focusing consideration of the being
I like to read
so that I might learn other's views
and in focusing upon the single
concentrate my deliberation
I am afraid
of what I remain unsure
that if you know me you'll hurt me
or I you -
maybe existence is misunderstanding
but if I hide in a lie
maybe the lie tells truth at the time
when I am other than myself
fear makes so many faces of a person
I loose count
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15. |
3 2 1 and Now
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3 2 1 and Now
September 23, 1991
welcome to the darkness friend
welcome to this world of wonder
come and see the fallen angel crying on the ground
welcome friend to some hot in the shade years
know that you have brought this on
know that greed started the burning
oh so long ago
know this as the world's weakness
destined some say to go to sand
where all her people fight for water
water once fresh at hand for all -
know well the angel's name is indolence
that the angel's face matches each of the dead
and that the ground burns on...
it's to the burning ground we fall
so say good-bye...
say good-bye to your hopes my friend
they lie with the rest on the desert sand
say good-bye to this troubled land
for in death it is said that peace regains
for in the death of this world of wonder
- how I laugh at this turn of phrase -
we find we were the fools
treading hot on the tracks of avarice
hot like the fool
the angel
we fall
to find drifting sand harder than stone
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16. |
Inside Out There
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Inside Out There
September 23, 1991
what goes on behind your eyes
I see you but must look away
I know there must be more to reality
than just a mask to hide behind
there must be a person in there somewhere
but you quietly sit there humming
god knows what tune you're humming
staring at no-one's eyes
I remember they told me you were human
but speachless you remain
sitting humming something softly
god only knows the tune
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17. |
Out in the Cold
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Out in the Cold
September 26, 1991
misty misty
cold as nightshade
blinders drawn before the eyes
cold and silent
wet and creeping
in the foggy shadows lie
enter reaper
death angel -
come to set us free
in death a turn to friendly face
or manifested shade
sleeping
dreaming
death -
no difference
all but one useless to wake
transitional grounding
air to grave
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18. |
Thought Fragment
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Thought Fragment
September 27, 1991
in the darkest depths you find
that all your life is new
to you
you cannot go without a past
but to progress
at last...
to taste
the way -
you dream
what was that about my dear
dreams are nothingness
just a place to keep the darkness -
out of mind
to hide what evil lurks below
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19. |
Ode to Glue
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Ode to Glue
September 25, 1991
glue, oh glue
why were you there
upon the chair
I sat in?
I know that this may seem quite dumb
but I know this too -
to stand -
I need to find a solvent
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20. |
Searching for a Peace
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Searching for a Peace
September 24, 1991
nightmare in the promised land
the mind writhes to get away
in the shadows
lie the serpents
thoughts that wait to break you
send you hopeless into panic not your making
all dream you cry -
but still
it seems hours til you wake
a room polluted by sweat
in what is sniggeringly called the real world
sitting up you stop to shudder
what was that -
a moment of insanity
to keep you in touch -
with what?
next night in the darkness
you spend some hours being brave
breathing only through the covers
knowing darkness bides its time
that dream and reality intermingle
becoming one another
do you die when you die within a dream -
it seem that this may be
so you lie awake
for days you wait
fearful of a sleep that might unmake you
recalling a taunting phrase somewhere
said dreams should be the promised land
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21. |
Play With the Mad
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Play With the Mad
September 25, 1991
do you believe what people say?
that the world has come to peace today
when people play with atomic bombs
invent more weapons -
play along
maser, laser in the limelight
meltdown, breakdown, hell to pay
all the more to loose in fight
d'ya still believe what people say?
let's go buy an atom bomb
delivery for just a song
we've timed the fuse, tell me is it lit?
what am I to do with it?
let's nail Peking, where the hell do I throw this thing?
ain't a matter of what you do
one hundred thousand come back at you
just one person
just one day
mind gone, drop bomb anyway
see the hundred thousand fly
just some billion people die
but we'll survive on just one man
or ten, or two, a flash, it's done
or think on this, my poor lost friend
they'll likely get you in the end
to exterminate one violent man
though if he can do it, any can
there is no winning such a war
once the war has started
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22. |
What Will Become
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What Will Become?
September 26, 1991
why do I do this -
stand on others to seem better?
hammer a person when they look away -
am I really so insecure -
that I need pull another down?
I find I know the answer
that this mashing down is wrong -
needing an end
no matter my deprivation
I can hurt never another
when I feel less than they...
but I notice I still do it
get where I don't feel right
lash out, tongue licking into wounds
pulling apart reputation at random
no care for the saying
I can see the past too well
knowing I have wronged
that it must end
or truly my lessening is greater than theirs
no matter the feelings
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23. |
Follow Me
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Follow Me
September 25, 1991
watch...
the way is never clear
but dare not wander
for in the murk an edge is waiting
one wrong step
all it takes
into open air and empty space
darkness...
calm before the worm
whipping up winds of violent change
keep watching, walking
eyes railed to the path ahead
neither turn is safe -
one way up
no way to escape here
one wrong step
is abyss
jump...
no fear
there is no other way along through here
walk the wire
beware the chasm
but because you must -
know when to jump
watch again...
on either side lie vapor flowers
neither fall knows darkness
but in the center
a path to stardom
from now to tomorrow
forgotten -
lovely are the shock-red flowers
but beauty is their only charm
each death less than a petal fracture
each petal dropping screaming
over the edge
into abyss
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Children of the Rose Years
September 27, 1991
I know that we must be in heaven
for all the things I see are good
all the people I brush against
are walking down this same old street
into some light
pacing a world of endless laughter
world of perfumed flowers, flower children
walking
tulips, orchids, beds of roses
line the gardens of this foreign realm
coming up to take us in
would you live with these flower children
simple their way -
love of friends
gardens, peace and friends
onward in endless nights
each new mystery of the other
something more to relish
finding out is half way one
the other half of bettering
jokes and peals of endless song
stories told to the night - or friends
funny they thought it would never end
and again -
it starts again
thirty years from the last time friend
come oh children, be together
in the joy of night -
fields bloom, flowers grow
don't you know it's time to go
out into the world
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25. |
Bub Da Ode
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Bub Da Ode
September 28, 1991
ode unto you, bubble gum
mystic mix of flavor and xanthan
with you I play
night and day despite such hours
watching bubbles before my eyes
hypnotize
until -
splat
can't see
taste gone, guano
desperate need to clean
fingers locked in hair
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26. |
To the Children
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To the Children
September 29, 1991
wake up little children listen
know this I have to tell
that war -
and all of victory
means nothing more then hell
don't listen to your parents tell you
god has given us to fight
stand up for your country
might is right -
live and die to grow towards freedom
they don't like I know -
but children, this I tell you
they can't tell
I watch line upon line of children march
out into the killing fields
watch them raise their banners
watch them die -
war on tv's so far away
but I turn aside to cry
I think I knew those children
the cry is old - they did not have to die
carry back the dead in caskets
honor those who lost -
you say to die for me is glory
I say that you lie -
one day may come an answer
never hear the call again
never take my children from me
never see the caskets come -
in the ashes of the fire
mass graves on all the tv shows
see the children sing in triumph
brothers, sisters, carried home
I know to you this was a glory -
glory is a stone
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27. |
New to Old Song
01:15
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New to Old Song
September 29, 1991
people tell me in my walk through life
never look at that, it's evil
don't touch the bad -
but I blink and ask this -
tell me why -
I get no answer
least one I understand
it should be against my religion, they say -
or walk away
never to tell me what went wrong -
I look to the mirror my face lives in tonight
am I evil? am I evil? am I evil?
but the mirror reflects the words cleanly
the question is me, the answer is me
so when they walk up in the world
tell me that I'm wrong
I listen and smile
ask them to explain -
what is this wrongness I am living?
what find you so hard to face?
if you'd take some time to tell me
may be I'll change -
but walking away, when it long ago cured fighting
solved no issues -
I'll not know how I offended
or tell my reasons
believe -
and if I like not your reasons
why change?
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28. |
Shaking Down
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Shaking Down
October 1, 1991
welcome to my broken home
it's dark in here
I know -
I remember mom and dad would hold me
but changes come, bad tides
perhaps my fault all this happened
if I dove them apart unknowing
how can they love me now?
at least the screaming's gone
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29. |
PT
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PT
September 30, 1991
missus tabby
lying backwards
wakes to find me watching her
flick of tail
greeting to me
a stretch to find if the ground is still there
a flip to stand up
yawn to acknowledge
as gracefully she climbs my leg
up to show how much she cares
nibbling on my ear
one habit I surely wish she'd break
though I became mother to her
it does not matter
love is all the same to her
and I still care
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30. |
Fall Apart Again
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Fall Apart Again
October 1, 1991
this is not good
I think I'll vomit
prescription coffee with sugar in it
nervous breakdown here I come
it's done -
the coffee's on the table again
eating away the varnish -
too much stress, I've come undone
I'll hide away in sleep again
until waking -
I find I forgot to clean the table
more stress in life
restart the cycle -
how do I work this coffee maker?
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31. |
Reason to Run
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Reason to Run
October 6, 1991
they knock you down and you call them friends
kick your head 'til you spin
lie on the ground waiting
for the next blow to fall
comes like a hammer
words like monsoon, like wind
strike you through
head on a lance
strings to a marionette, those words
pulling heart and hand to watch you twirl
dance to the words, the spurning words
twist, twist and burn within
hating them for what they do
they pull you to the game
no end or peace
you fall to pieces
and still they pull
your friends suck Ralph...
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32. |
Giant
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Giant
October 10, 1991
listened to the radio today
heard a piece of shelling tucked in amidst the music
heard people dying for greed
others dying to free themselves
heard that bombs had fallen soft in my home town
here I am tucked away in a bunker
hiding with my radio
hear a bit of crashing mixed in with the music
happy songs and happy people
from another land...
I'm waiting for the shells to strike me
waiting worse than death it seems
tearing on my nerves...
I find a jump in each explosion
giant's footsteps growing closer
hour upon hour
nothing come of marching yet
but silence on the radio
music gone now - just dead air
ether silent waiting
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33. |
Duality
03:02
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Duality
October 1, 1991
here I sit mulling over the reasons
look out my window
I see the grey and falling rain
why is it -
when I look out in the falling shadows
I find only shame?
I thought to make a difference
looked out for a place
a place that needed me
but I found this quiet in my heart
a disease of depression
no start, no end
just silence -
so I sit watching the falling rain
wondering what has become of my world
watching -
knowing I can do little
just become one of the masses screaming
about a just cause
unanswered -
too much I cry -
banging my head against thick glass
all I see are the shadows
a world where peace is the only answer
where peace is never found
too much -
I turn out to the rain
watch it splatter on my window
waiting for nothing
falling to earth as a thousand droplets
see powers rise, see powers fall
it keeps on raining...
I wonder what would happen to me
if I cried out
told the world to stop
run in the rain
tell the answer
never fight -
I look out to the rain that's falling
and know -
I'm just another one of them
ripples in a lake overflowing
too full to hold another thought
just another point of confusion
conflicting views -
so I stay here
watch the sky, hoping for thunder
fearing it will come
knowing -
when it does the world will fall further to chaos
even in the rain
so I sit here fearing nothing -
it keeps on raining...
I wonder,
does anyone really understand?
night is coming
end the fighting I want to say
but I know I will die
or sit and rot in a cell not my making
so I wait here
watch the sheets of water pouring
who cut the sky -
I ask myself these and other questions
watching the world for a spark of hope
knowing as I sit here
it could be me -
is it worth anything?
I really make no difference I think
I will be ignored
like all before me
make a difference for a moment
then fall like the rain
can I take it -
could you -
it doesn't matter, you know
I have no heart left to speak about
my fighting days are gone
streams from the lake overflown their shores
lightning on the banks striking closer on the horizon day by day
another power come and gone
does it matter -
I do not really know
I recognize only that I have this weakness
disease of depression
the end has come
so I sit here
looking out my window
to see the world fade away
it keeps on raining...
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34. |
On a Limb
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On a Limb
October 9, 1991
there once was a boy in Mt. Vernon
made tetryl and set it a burnin'
when suddenly flash
reduced him to hash
and he rained from the night until mornin'
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35. |
Ghost of a Fox
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Ghost of a Fox
October 3, 1991
my friend he is the lightning
knight thief
he's rather frightening
don't think I always know him
I look the other way
he lives inside a cardboard box
why not?
I take him out to talk to him
loose him in a corner of my mind
don't think I always know him
go on
you want to see him
though first I have to find him
he went the other way
come on you might just know him
he might be in you too you know
you might just see him tonight
my friend he is a ghost fox
I keep him
locked in a cardboard box
some say he is symbolic
of what lies in my mind
my friend he is the lightning
I find him rather frightening
that what I do might just be really me
I lock me in my cardboard box
can't leave I might just freak out
see the world staring back at me
so what is this I'm doing
hiding as the lightning
you know it's rather frightening
I think I might be me
my friend he is the lightning
knight thief
he's rather frightening
I try to hide away from him
shut him in and bang the locks closed
but I know he is the ghost fox
breaking into my cardboard box
it sucks because I find myself to be
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36. |
Soldier's Song
01:16
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Soldier's Song
October 5, 1991
I know this
we had more than others had
found that it all had to end
but I want more
can you tell me this is wrong
that I should die today for all the world
leave you in the cold
not to be within your fire -
death, he is my enemy
takes me far away from you
what can I say but this
the rest are fools, and we want to die
just to be with you tomorrow, lord
is there nothing colder than to face the fire alone?
it's said that we all have to die someday
why fight the fact,
just live your life -
but what of this,
when you can see your dying hour
rushing down upon you like a freight train
unstoppable -
know you leave the world behind today
for others -
I scream into the rising sun
where is the reason
I have so much for to go on
hate to face the darkness in the light
alone -
wanted to be with you tomorrow
loved you, remember -
but I see the end a coming
must go out tonight to fight their battle
never to see you again
my love?
they let me only say good-bye...
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37. |
The Flood
01:53
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The Flood
October 11, 1991
find myself awash with anger
fear what I might do
strike out at my fellows blindly
hurt them
take them down
flat hand to throat
heart fracture kick
so many easy ways to kill
must, must retain control
fear that I will do some damage
fear my will might fold
if you find me sitting vacant
if you find me numb
if I do not answer you
try to comprehend
I send myself away sometimes
denying form and function
if you find me in a wasteland
kicking at the walls and swearing
blindly -
do not run
this is not me you look upon
the silence left behind the cage
false laugh or dead calm
the bars hold
wonder if I might be dying inside
to restrain so hard
to push so long
anger, my friend
this is my weakness
divinity in holding down
letting free little by little
when you are gone, when I am gone
and if at night you find me weeping
fear not to rest you next to me
perhaps the words you say mean nothing
getting only to the verge of mind
but comfort lies near companionship sometimes
I find within a raging fire
pacing flames like a tiger caged
seeking to burn all its oppressors
unable to determine which sights are real
which faces hold fear
wait until I am alone
releasing hatred's easier then
curse into the silence
kick holes into the walls
let insanity become fluid motion
if only for a little while
but fear not
I will be pure again
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38. |
Mother
00:38
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Mother
October 11, 1991
pacing in the kitchen
waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the boy to come back home
late nights come by special order
sleepless nights for mother dear
some say that love is expressed as worry
others that the game lies in control
she fears the boy will not return
fears the call on the telephone
"your son was caught unaware
what can I say for comfort?"
but lights fill the drive
and embarrassed she sits by the phone
relief is back again
the boy is home unharmed
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39. |
Firing Line
00:23
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Firing Line
October 13, 1991
it is said they give you a cigarette
untrue -
I don't smoke anyway
they just put you to the wall
chant the count
pull the trigger
watch you wall
then it's over...
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40. |
I Owe You
00:31
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I Owe You
October 13, 1991
Occasionally an author will write a poem that is such a load of crap that he'll want to forget it - never see it again. This poem was one of those, the only thing I've ever really been embarrassed about writing. T'any rate, if you're disappointed that here's nothing in this spot, keep in mind that I'm so embarrassed to have written this piece, publication might require ritual suicide to clear my family name. Upset? Go read something else.
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41. |
Of the Lost Ones
00:38
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Of the Lost Ones
October 18, 1991
one dream rises from the land of broken souls
telling true to survive you must love -
all of the dead
nothing left in the land of broken souls they say
no more fighting
no more love
nothing left
their lost souls remain as pilgrims in our forlorn world
digging back up to the light
rise from the dead
it is said some have succeeded
managed to carry on their love after death
out from the darkness
out from the shadows
only to fall back to night
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42. |
Fall to Sleep
00:27
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Fall to Sleep
October 16, 1991
as I lay me down tonight
I draw the blinds across my window
close my eyes
shut out the world
shudder in fear of tomorrow
but know
I must sleep no matter
so I turn and close my eyes
hope the world will leave me in peace for a while
not tear me to pieces in the night
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43. |
Flashback
00:15
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Flashback
October 16, 1991
count the seconds brother?
they go down
with them you die
second by second
why count the seconds?
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44. |
Slip of the Lip
01:33
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Slip of the Lip
October 17, 1991
lies all lies
a pretty poison
slipped into his words
- I am your brother by race -
- I am your brother by blood -
- I am yours by mind -
- thus you are mine -
his is yours no doubt
but hatred lies on the underside
barely hidden
do not trust him
he holds concealed a broken blade
the legacy of a created race
no honor such will be his to carry
beware -
his jeweled promises are but a deadly fantasy
a way to twist the words
he claims he is the only child of a second sun
that his rising flame will quench just power
such power easily held by you
what mask is his in this telling
like you - yes
but look behind the cold eyes
see truth
a liar is a deceiver always
self deceived
let his not near
and when he offers you his scepter cast it down
when he offers you a kingdom know your own
when he offers you his hand beware the knife
and when he offers you his power
know this -
his joy is built upon other's pain
his strength is against the light
his power is illusion hiding
his deception is for none but his own
his joy is death
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45. |
Descent
02:16
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46. |
In Search of Peace
01:10
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In Search of Peace
October 17, 1991
knowing these words makes me angry
knowing these words makes me want to find and kill them all
realizing how they killed
my friends torn to pieces,
silent to the end -
take up some old knife
cut some apart as they have cut
tear them down
tear them down
kill them all
some hate grows like a flower
nurtured by anguish
all lost in these cold rooms
here where my friends began to move no more
in blood chalk cold forever
I go out in the dark of night, see stars
watch clouds cover them over with the whisper of death
as I am covered
torn apart in some other place
but before dawn I follow killers
careful of my step
conscience securely out of hand
the hunt, the taste, the scent
and in the twist of knife a face
pale, like bone, like life itself
denied
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47. |
Breda
01:24
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Breda
October 23, 1991
to Breda, my friend -
I met you at the start of school
did not know you
stranger lost in a strange land
or so it seemed to me
I cannot say you tried to fit in
but regardless the environ has slid about you
mingled if you will, in making friends
better than most it seems
and you grow more sure of yourself I think
day by day -
you wanted me to write you a poem
I could not think of what to say
but it seems as if this at least is true -
you do so well
what was it like to come here?
I would ask you this -
you meet strange people
give a test for your strength
no matter the strength be new
you asked me once if you had an accent
well, I have to say you do -
but all have some deviation from the whole
and transmission is ever stronger than voice alone
a happy sound, your accent
thus what you say cannot hurt you
as the saying has been kind
in you I found
to my surprise
a friend
someone I could talk to
for this I thank you
there are you said, few who will listen
not many willing to tell the truth
but the sounds define not the truth you know,
and telling was never easier
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48. |
Come Crashing Down
01:21
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Come Crashing Down
October 21, 1991
look -
I am becoming disillusioned
what can I do
day by day I must watch my world fall into chaos
no more is there organization
what can I do
when there is nowhere left for me to turn
I wax bitter
go more insane by day
try to keep from really loosing it
pretend I am holding together
put this cruel daily show on for my friends
not to drag them down with me
know that life is tombing in about my ears
I am left with coating
laugh aloud at the cruel tricks of random chance
try to keep from going mad
as I watch -
only to see all my creations crumble
can self never be self again?
I can no longer believe family holds true
cannot see the jokes
but peace is failing
and I wonder if it was me
so I wait and worry, do my work
cry in the night
hate the world and fellow man
such simple things
how a mistake in numbers
papers and green hedging
can cost so
so will there be a home next year
will I go on in school
can I face the world alone
is there no one left to turn to in this cold world
bitter at the deceit I laugh,
almost screaming -
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49. |
Piper's Poem
00:45
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Piper's Poem
November 1, 1991
piper's dream of a whistle blower
storm a coming, head for cover
breakdown of the government
who told who
what was discovered?
can they ever trust each other?
I think not -
the fools, the fools
spy on spy
a game of danger
who bets high?
a country wagered?
can you tell just where you stand?
are politics a game?
who told the lie?
who rocked the boat
how can we keep this ship afloat
yes, as we sink in muddy water
just one thought in mind
watch out for the one behind you
they'll pull you down with them
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50. |
Ban and I
00:27
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Ban and I
November 8, 1991
ode to you, skin from a banana
turning brown here next to me
I smell you now
I wish I didn't
I wonder how old you are
fetid and black
moldy with fruit flies
you fall to pieces on the floor
I don't suppose I should pick you up
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51. |
Solution
02:09
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Solution
October 23, 1991
look my friends at the world around you
so much pain
too much pain to be born by one
strike out at the darkness in anger?
such was never an answer
doing you and others harm
and when there is a chance to help
however painful
the striking may bar your form -
if so, know this
it matters not who sorrows
who hates you for your doings
such is good -
that others will forever bind you by your acts
sacrifice yourself to the world?
if so, my friend, expect no charity, only hate
or ignorance from those you'd save
it does not matter
what is down with a kind heard
is forever remembered
or so it has been told to me by the sky
sacrifice has never been in vain
seek not love
even love sometimes lacks power
though success most often springs from love
if you love them and they hate you -
even hating they are loved
look to reason
then far within the night
beyond reason lies the undoing
the end of all this systemic corrosion
entropy, some call it
others tremble in fear of some great satan
who knows what is real?
that good can ever be made better
fear not my friend, the scorn of your fellows
know there's still love in the night
belief will change nothing
as belief in the unreal is doomed aborning
and the real needs no belief to remain
only the knowledge of rightness can help
save the world from destroying itself
as entropy can be beaten or accepted
either side no sin
know this
in a closed system entropy runs dry
change is shallow, defined
in opening the system, resurrection gains ground
by facing down the night, taking the stand
speaking for light, enough some said
to stand alone and be forgotten
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52. |
Greetings and Defiance
00:46
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Greetings and Defiance
October 28, 1991
shade and specter hear my calling
rise to witness night
king of darkness know your maker
I stand to block your flight
lord of flies so are you called
tell me are you real?
or just a story told to children -
instill the fear of might
I stand within the shadowed land
stand with darkness as my friend
I squeeze your shadows in my hand
so as to express light...
greetings to you -
and defiance -
I stand to end your blight
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53. |
Safety in Numbers
01:11
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Safety in Numbers
October 25, 1991
queen of my morning
dancing on the summer breezes
I watch your grace and think to follow
motion of the soul
I know it's not the form that dances
your words can weave the shapes as well
help the fallen
among whom long I was one
my thanks to you
for teaching the ways of walking again
to you who dances through a life
take comfort when you need it
from this
you are loved by many
for the sole reason that you are no other -
know that I would trust you
if I danced
can I do no less than you?
I cannot turn down this challenge
help others
love without fear
no care if the wolves should find out who I am
no more denial
show to you that I now live
and take comfort in this thought
I have been allowed to hold you friend
perhaps rejection is a petty thing
so I should care less of it
though caring more or less is elusive
no longer hurting the way it used to -
when I feared
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54. |
Firefly
00:48
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Firefly
October 28, 1991
tell me true, is it good
did we go down as we should
is there a little bit of smoke on the horizon?
was there a power struggle
did we fall down in the huddle
did you see the sky when they went and dropped the bomb?
and in the aftermath
can we recuperate
as the cinders whistle on the wind tonight?
was it worth it, did we win
shall we wallow in our sin
as we watch the rise of the second sun tonight?
and did we do it as we should
did we somehow teach them good
can we celebrate in ashes come tonight?
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55. |
Strength
01:09
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Strength
November 9, 1991
welcome to the city friend
an urban jungle true
though the phrase wears hard -
your only way to survive
is to join the gangs
watch the others
those who would kill you
regardless day or night
for you, your clothing
your drugs
step from the shadows
only the strongest here will die
only the weak live, and odd it seems
that the weak will not fight
yours are twenty
he is one
but he has come to kill
for his is the path of death
and the children strike the first blow
he is a warrior
yet the rictus takes him
one of the great frozen in pain a moment
before he stands
making not a sound
covered in his own blood
bows quietly once
and fails to die
until not one of yours
remain standing
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56. |
Single Line
00:37
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Single Line
October 9, 1990
on the road
and the light from the skies
is shining bright in your eyes
the possibilities
that you will never see
if you go on ahead
a flash,
you're dead
should have turned from the path
and in the aftermath
will you pull the shade
on the decisions you made
try to find a way
stop the endless day
are you ready to fight -
return to night
you find the fuse is lit
is this it -
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57. |
Greymusey II
00:49
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Greymusey II
1988
the first notes -
rather like a deformed ball
slightly fuzzy
grey and white
vicious and ready
to claw out the eyes of all the move
growing to full size
thin and small
occasionally friendly
the birds don't come to the feeder any more
and I know why
a grey white blending in the shrubbery
waiting -
for the landing of one last tasty bit of food
it comes awing to his gentle touch
inside my house a game
of letting go and chasing
flighty thing breaking itself on my window
before his hunger comes to care
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58. |
Xposur
00:40
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Xposur
November 10, 1991
to you the reader
I find that this is important
never to be offended by words alone
no matter their meaning
read them again
sex filled gluttonous things
or race killing in bottles
disgusting to you, may be
but there lies a real meaning
behind each and every word
despite the ugly words themselves
a paradox that despite vulgarity
seemingly impossible passages
that evil can emphasize good
and even the harshest knife
often holds a flash of light
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59. |
Judgment Day
01:00
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Judgment Day
November 19, 1991
knocking on my door this morning
postman, preacher, who knows who
just another madman with a gun and a lost cause?
another person misdirecting their score to settle
I go to the door
not afraid, for my life is safe, like a castle
not a thought in the world that today death comes
the powder blue car at the end of my drive rumbles
softly, like a happy dog waiting for master
coveting government plates and bomb proof glass
one or another organization with the same standard
a letter like a lost cause misdirected
five years past this madman here
and I won't even see his gun
because the movies are wrong sometimes
when business is stability and stability is power
and when power, like a good strong engine
is silence
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60. |
A Moment in War
00:58
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A Moment in War
November 12, 1991
I just killed another man
my brother in arms
one of us had to die
or so we were told by the ones who sent us out
had to destroy the enemy
shoot to kill
and we never looked askance
hear the call my brother
reload fire reload again
hear the screams of rounds that laugh casually by
the ones that laugh are your friends
coming just close enough to greet you
like clumsy puppies, bouncing and panting
trained to feed upon your bones
this is not the right choice
so cried the warriors of peace
but you heard them well, missing the silence
of the round that erased you
how strange...
we cast ourselves unknowing from every precipice
full sure the ground below us gone
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61. |
Too Far Away
02:13
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Too Far Away
November 10, 1991
the window in my bedroom's shattered
I suppose I should not have thrown my memories through it
maybe there is nothing worse than an anger unchecked
but anger knows so many reasons
after all
loosing your loved is a terrible thing
beyond simple misplacement
when you face the face
finally,
that they are vapor
you will never talk with them again...
yes
I had my reasons
my bedroom's getting colder
as the wind blows at my curtain
toying with motion akin to life
rain smattering everything
darkening the curtain's fabric
slap, slap, against the wall it blows
painting little pictures
life scenes I never noticed before
an image of you, silent in a corner
sitting by yourself
shutting out the rest of the world
maybe this is what I saw in you
singularity, or reflections of myself
I will clean up the glass I am sure
but for now I can't look upon it
reflecting my face
so I leave it -
odd how reflections of myself
submerge the memory
of your voice I'll never hear again
only see your form
if I happen to pass by your wake
such a terrible joke
a wake for you who used to smile quietly
at death, but your form has nothing of you
who'd tell me to laugh and move fucking on
you'd have smiled at your own grave side
given the chance
I walk over to the window
crunch of glass painless underfoot
cast my eyes across your moorland
track clouds scudding across mottled sky
blur of the rain joining blur of my eyes
I know what you would say
isolation is temporary
pick up the glass
I understand, I think, your silence
that recovery is more than time
that swearing was only language
and like the glass I'm cleaning
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62. |
Evening
01:21
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Evening
November 24, 1991
table set with romantic candles
table set for four and two
a couple and children sit across from us
they achieved what we set out so long ago to do
we walk out with the company
over than night for dinner
the only time we are together
we always play the game
step out for one last curtain call
who will be our audience now
a judge to end the matrimony
as we ceased kind words along ago
it started out alright, remember
I loved you and you loved me
but this system fails in stormy weather
now all that's left is game
it feels like we're upon a stage
acting out some fantasy
where we will always get on fine
so long as we are not alone
I feel some fire is dying now
our age is catching up to us
our passion's dead, our dice long tossed
who cares about our labors lost
while they are here it's all the same
we act as lovers-
see our game?
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63. |
Collage
01:56
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Collage
November 15, 1991
I'm in love with this person, perhaps you have met her
dark hair and dark eyes, but a person of light
this person, you know, she is my friend dancer
foreshadowing ending of night
green sky at morning with hints of a rainfall
I'm kicking up laughter to people I meet
the ones with wan faces step out of the masses
tell me my life is a dead no end street
I walk through the graveyards whistling my melody
toss up this song to the stones' epitaph
walk in the ivy and read all the headstones
some say there is nothing but death
some people tell me that love is a weakness
they make me just break down and cry
how can they say this about my best feelings
I can tell they never have tried
tell me that truth lies in darkness
hide away in your cold room
frightened by shadows that lurk in the silence
crawl your way back to your mother's safe womb
I know that the answer will lie in the oneness
sex wasn't love though so many fools try
the only just answer is based in compassion
as both will continue though one may well die
you tell me the truth is aloneness
your body's a soul cage that none can escape
you hide in the shadows saying love is a weakness?
this is your decision to make
I have not all the answers though I have got my loved one
I sit at the benches, with her I converse
there's nothing much better than being together
and being alone, well, there's nothing much worse
so I tell you my fellows, I find I am loving
being with her is far sweeter than breath
and to all those who's sorrows hide out in the shadows
I have found something other than death
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64. |
Warfetter
03:10
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Warfetter
November 24, 1991
so this is the start of the long night -
get up upon your broken horse
you hear the cry
carry on, carry on
it's a dead end street, no bend in sight
your horse is dead and his dead feet echo across the endless glass
drawing molten sparks from the silicon ground
he's had no water -
none to be had
and the flies gather like clouds of soot
drawn to rotting meat
terminal
images of a broken mind
impossible - even the flies perished in that final fire
look at you, you broken soldier
impaled on your bayonet -
this is the end to the wayfarer's slaughter
as the lord of flies draws his in
nothing is left but charred bone
melting into the glass
terminal
in end no sucrease
violent - stories of that final fire
the sky is bloody red he cried, as they cut him to the fractured bone
the tanks arise and the wayfarer follows
come to drag them home
know the name was pestilence as his diseases helped to spread the carnage
he pulled stones apart - biddings from master
pulled atom from atom in tanks evaporating on the steel breeze
and he claimed then the disease was over
made a rainbow to taunt the clear ground
I knew there was a city here
a place of houses, cars and tar covered streets
the disease prospered in this place
before the wayfarer called his masses to him
leaving waves of hunger smoldering in the hollowed ground
I saw the end of livingkind
on a sphere of rippled glass
shattered by forces of its own making
terminal
the wayfarer has won
no question left
in the interim between then and now
we find in the darkness a child
crying, screaming out to the shadows of the night
someone has taken his pretty bauble
his mother, his father, his world, gone
this child lives in a cave of darkness
out in the underground
there are no trains left running -
he treads on the tracks to end his life
this sole survivor -
but no power casts him away
will aside he'll end soon
his world exploded like an apple
dropped into a hungry sun
it has been said that this is the long night
judgement has been passed
and to those who survived that stab from the darkness
there is no hope
they speak only of what should have been
and what will surely come
but the sky is black - no stars
death my friend, they cry
take your broken horse and carry me far from here
I can take this long night no longer
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65. |
Blind Faith
00:28
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Blind Faith
November 25, 1991
crying achieves nothing
over nothing can we cry
as only action helps
in this and this alone can we make a stand
all the rest
blind hope
blind faith
add only to chaos
both achieved easily as staring into the sun
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66. |
Small Scale Smash
00:22
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Small Scale Smash
November 27, 1991
cricket chirping in the hall
I count the chirps
seventy-four degrees I find
I start to count again, then -
crunch -
some old sod has just trampled the poor beggar out of existence
I wonder how warm it is now
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67. |
Tinkle Prose
00:42
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Tinkle Prose
November 27, 1991
pink toes
white feet
grey tail
golden eyes
do you know him?
did you watch?
a cat some say, always lands on his feet
this one has so far -
he watches
phosphor eyes tracking every move
catching light -
catching dark -
tracing a movement in the silence of the night
some once called cats protectors
as this one may well be -
at the window
playing with objects tossed by the wind
watching the storm
this is cat -
caring and unto himself
utterly sure of his place
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68. |
Fall of Night
00:32
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Fall of Night
November 27, 1991
misty in the autumn twilight
moon on the grass
I walk
out into night
run for a while
lost in the wood
walk for a time
sit in the grass
listen for a moment
feeling the night
then return to home
knowing the night will always wait
for those who know it
this is peace
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69. |
He Who Plays With Night
01:17
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He Who Plays With Night
November 27, 1991
I come from the moors
smelling of the sand
I am a child of night
carrying nothing
I return from the darker path to redemption
as one chosen to live in entropic blackness
I chose my path
as that of one who fed death
with a part of his soul
I come to you
that you might know I am to protect you
I come as the blackness of early morning rises
friend -
changed and changing
waiting for the shadows to try and take you
I come only with a mind of steel
a body of quicksilver
as protector,
a destroying angel if you will -
so know
you can't kill me
I'm indestructible
incapable of fear
for hope or folly as this may be
I come to help -
wait for my call
out of the kindest hour
waiting for the shadow to spring
like maggots from the light
and ware -
they will crumple as paper in the storm
before these empty hands
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70. |
Full Circle
00:16
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Full Circle
November 29, 1991
cat
old tired
thinking of sleeping
dreaming of again becoming
kitten
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71. |
These are the Daze
00:51
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These are the Daze
November 29, 1991
this is it
I can't take it any more
my radio's on the fritz and I hate the tv
usually I can repair the damn thing, but no
this time I had to drop it down the stairs
now all the coils and thing-a-ma-jiggers are spread
in chaotic disarray
across my living room floor
what the hell -
the least I could do was try
however,
I seem to have raised a series
a series of undeserved blisters
upon my fingers via infliction of hot solder
I sit here swearing
very quietly so as to avoid my mother's wrath
at this contraption
then, annoyed
put it back together every which way
plug it in
watch it explode -
I can tell already -
this is not going to be one of my better days
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72. |
One Eye's Mind
00:42
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One Eye's Mind
November 29, 1991
I often imagine myself off in space
where the disruption of my life can leave me in peace
I can see the stars even now -
diving in closer towards the sun -
some vision of Daedalus going up in flames
crash -
back down into the real world
where life is already too hot to handle
I close the door to my mind
shut myself away in silence
care no more - care no more
go back to the stars left for me to find
the master was right
peace is won within -
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73. |
Starshine
00:22
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Starshine
November 29, 1991
space is blank
until you look deep into the darkness
then all
or most
or none
become clear
depending somehow
upon perspective -
can you see the stars?
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74. |
Flames
00:17
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Flames
November 29, 1991
many colors
the sounds and shades of it
warm and friendly, care given
comforting somehow
used for fill
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75. |
Light One
00:31
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Light One
November 29, 1991
black eyes
black hair
this be she who's next to me
she talks as I listen a while
find that she makes sense but I have little to
say she is all I would dare to be were I the daring sort
oh well - my first words to her I think hello
never let the next be
good-bye
so goes my life
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Wetdryvac's Lair Weld, Maine
Wetdryvac is a consulting device, a musician, and a free will procedural ethicist. This makes for some seriously odd material from time to time, much of which is worked with here as Wetdryvac's Lair.
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