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And with sorrow I relate this tale in verse and rhthym like a method of mad clockwork angels devouring the ministry of anguish with the timing of a sparrow. Killing all else but the pain of shallow dreams blood stained and sprawled across the roads of reason blistering the air like the songs of demons raging and splitting the sahdows between the nights and days

A glourious soilder only weeps twice for his fallen commrads who deported for the seas equailty with to great a haste to be counted

The shivers that overtake the flesh are fantasy in streams and rivers, undaunted and unchained as if cast into fountains of gold

It is uncertain if god weeps for man or if man simply swoons for god who he has invested his emotion into. Poor unsuffering beasts are herded one by one into paranoia to a means or an end of beginning like verse in sliced chorus

2000

A VOCE IN THE DISTANCE

Diamonds are no ones best friend

People are slain and debased here daily Has the lust or the volume of evil increased beyond "normal"?

Did the enlightenment of the eighteenth century mean nothing? Are narcotics the true culprits?

Greed must contribute to aggression. Jealousy isn't a good enough motive

Brutality, typical violence , the control over all and nothing Does our culture produce it?

A society trapped within itself? Hysteria just below the surface?

Where is justice actually served anyway? Burger King?, TacoBell?, Wendy's?, They just don't seem to have it on the menu when I go

Maybe it's a conspiracy? Like that whole Kenedy thing.

1998

QUICK WORD ASSOCIATION

libation

reflections of hate

burnt offerings

turmoil

rejection

treatment

no value

amaze me

time lost

paradise granted

reform yourself

trip the gates

open the glass

bleed for pleasure

split the skull

repent

consume

pat tribute

punish

disturb

taste the meat,

before you buy it

SLAVE!!!

1998

PATRICIA (WHERE DID I LEAVE MYSELF YESTERDAY)

i sat alone and hoped for nothing, And just than I found something,

How?, I can not explain.

At this point I happened upon you, A walking, talking, dream, come true,

An angel in the rain.

Hopefull mists of emotion showered my soul, I was falling fast without any kind of control,

Awakening the sleeping domain in my heart.

Only for you, do I desire, My soul burning, raging like a fire,

A secret wish ... even death should not make us part.

1998

THE SECOND COMING

What would happen if we kissed? Would your disease cross my lipps?

Sucking out my passion! Act as if it didn't happen!

Sealed from my birth... Cruel world and just deserts...

A child of this naked realm, Straight from heaven to this hell,

Make them fear what I see! A scattered image incomplete!

Your world dying in my eyes... A poisoned wish from my mind...

Evil plans shall not stray. This doesn't matter anyway.

1998

A SPLINTER

Brutal anger, and a thurst for mortal vengence. Stern words and threats are never enough.

Hate is the key to all physical power. Love is the enigmatic power of the human soul.

The gray areas of emotion are the most stable. Balance is essential for all emotional vitality.

There is no other reasonable way...

1998

ONCE A DREAM Enter A large cavern in reality The ends of nearly endless objects In constant motion Changing the shape of the space I can fly in air manipulated By their movement

Anyway Under the objects Flexible glass pulsating with design Swirls, spatters of color Liquids of passion Strobed lighting, inconsistant Written off for the texture of the obsurd All to real

Then the air is thick I'm thrown like a white-hot fork Crashing into a large over-produced chocolate bar A virtual attack on my person Confronted from all directions The substances black, white, red, and blue Take my attention

1998

ICON REX

Hear me, Hate me, Love me, Fear me,

I am god, The unknown one, Mysterious and vane, Removed from all,

Suffering, my trademark, Agony, my influence, Pain, my delivery, Hate, my ambition,

Keep me out of me, See it , Feel it, Beleive it...,

1998

SCRAT

No sense for the wicked, Satisfaction is never guarenteed,

When a man blows his brains out for a woman, I call that love,

Guess who i am today, The murdered, the stripped, the chokng, or the just another victem ?

Super-impose yourself, Even if the world won't let you,

What's thebig deal?, It's only life , or death, or something, 1998

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