3/4/91
Five million die for
Good,
We could all be lost
for Ideology.
For Gods to subtle to
Comprehend,
But too real to ignore.
Paranoia
Paranoia, Paranoia,
rushing through my veins
through my brain
Paranoia, Paranoia,
daughter of infamy.
Prerequisite to insanity.
Is someone watching
over me?
The voice, the voice
from my throat
cannot be mine,
I know make,
shadow see me, till
the end of time.
Spider decided that it was as
good a time as any to make
a run for it,
Hesitantly, he scurried
out onto the thick carpet,
at first thinking that he
had evaded notice, but he
realized that he was
wrong as the human stood up.
Spider ran for the dark
under the desk. The
human grabbed the Tensor
lamp, and flicked it on, light
as lurid as death to the spider.
Spider tried to escape into
the crack under the desk
leg, but it was too late.
The human squashed spider
with his book.
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There’s a voice in my
throat,
But it is not mine,
Crying out painful, alien
an whole day.
She is there, but not
there, she is with
me but not,
The voice cries out
but cannot speak
for:
She is only in my
mind
and I cannot touch
her.
Jack
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick,
Jack jump over
the candlestick.
And if you get
your butt burned
Jack,
Don’t you cry, cause
Be sad,
Its all part of
Life.
3/27/91
I completely understand it
now, there has never been
much respect for the spoken
word. Abbie Hoffman was
pushed off the stage at
Woodstock, when he tried
to tell people about a friend
who had been put in jail for 10
years for a few seeds.
People would read more
now than ever before, but
they don’t, because the
masses have little patience.
You don’t have to digest
a song, it doesn’t take
any thought, unless you
analyze it as a musician.
The average person can
just absorb it. But, if
someone is reading poetry
or prose, they are forced
to digest this thing, and
most people are too lazy
and apathetic to want to do
it. So, they respond to the
poet with violence or at
best, indifference.
3/27/91
You can tell the future
from the whisper of
the water drops in
a thunderstorm.