Poems for orphans

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=320 BGCOLOR="#99CC99" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="03f8dfc3.jpg"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" ><B>Warp Experience</B></FONT><B>     |     </B><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Warp Experience"><U><B>home</B></U></A><B>     </B></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id164_m.htm#i_m_rotten_wrong_" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>I'M ROTTEN, WRONG</U></A> </div> <div>  <A HREF="id164_m.htm#it_wasn_t_hard_for_you_to_go_" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>IT WASN'T HARD FOR YOU TO GO</U></A>        </div> <div> <A HREF="id164_m.htm#buttercups_embroider_the_old" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>BUTTERCUPS EMBROIDER THE OLD GUN CARRIAGE</U></A>          </div> <div> <A HREF="id164_m.htm#the_holy_frozen_door" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>THE HOLY FROZEN DOOR</U></A>        </div> <div> <A HREF="id164_m.htm#___or" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>OR</U></A>      </div> <div> <A HREF="id164_m.htm#o_man_you_re_a_factor_in_hell" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>O MAN YOU'RE A FACTOR IN HELL</U></A>        </div> <div> <A HREF="id164_m.htm#for_you" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>FOR YOU</U></A>       </div> <div> <A HREF="id164_m.htm#___the_ubiquitous_ponging_machine" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>THE UBIQUITOUS PONGING MACHINE</U></A> </div> <div> <A HREF="id164_m.htm#this_is_not_the_nine_o_clock_news_" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>THIS IS NOT THE NINE O'CLOCK NEWS</U></A>  </div> <div>  <A HREF="id164_m.htm#falling_down_the_stairs" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS</U></A>    </div> <div>  <A HREF="id164_m.htm#rare_taste_exploded_the_fire_falling" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>RARE TASTE EXPLODED</U></A>    </div> <div>  <A HREF="id164_m.htm#something_came_over_me_" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>SOMETHING CAME OVER ME</U></A>   </div> <div> <A HREF="id164_m.htm#the_old_life_in_my_restless_heart" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U> THE OLD LIFE</U></A>    </div> <div> <A HREF="id164_m.htm#_____only_on_the_bottom" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>ONLY ON THE BOTTOM</U></A>      </div> <div> <A HREF="id164_m.htm#_a_desert_of_disguised_angles" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>A DESERT OF DISGUISED ANGLES</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id164_m.htm#i_want_you_to_know" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>I  WANT YOU TO KNOW</U></A>      </div> <div> <A HREF="id164_m.htm#blood" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>BLOOD</U></A>    </div> <div> <A HREF="id164_m.htm#_____i_followed_clever_dick" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U> I  FOLLOWED CLEVER DICK</U></A>    </div> <div> <A HREF="id164_m.htm#self_awareness" TARGET="TRLX_Middle" TITLE="Poems for orphans"><U>SELF AWARENESS</U></A></div> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#CCCC99" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="0408dfc3.jpg"> <div>     <A NAME="and_when_the_bombs_fell"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>And when the bombs fell</div> <bR> <div>    I made this fervent prayer</div> <bR> <div>    That if my mother die</div> <bR> <div>    I be also killed.</div> <bR> <div>    An infant whirld of fear</div> <bR> <div>    I built. Spelling my mind</div> <bR> <div>    To suffer useless impotence.</div> <bR> <div>    I needed her to live for me</div> <bR> <div>    And so I felt dependent to the core.</div> <bR> <div>    Dependent on her inner war</div> <bR> <div>    And under/mined because I could not be </div> <bR> <div>    Her source of warmth. Together</div> <bR> <div>    In the dark beneath the stairs</div> <bR> <div>    We shared the waiting, waiting. waiting</div> <bR> <div>    Hell</div> <bR> <bR> <div>  </div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>  </div> <div>  <A NAME="i_m_rotten_wrong_"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>I'm rotten, wrong. No freshness steals my thought.</div> <bR> <div> This self-made atmosphere has made me blind.</div> <bR> <div> Can inspiration enter this stale mould</div> <bR> <div> So that I'll feel life's brilliance light my mind?</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>  No, no,  I know the score I must not try</div> <bR> <div> To turn confinement into thought serene;</div> <bR> <div> I<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Courier New" >'v</FONT>e painted on my walls a universe</div> <bR> <div> And then I set about to sell my dreams.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> I `ve ceased to feel the slavery I 'm still in.</div> <bR> <div> My walls which formed my pleasure led to death;</div> <bR> <div> Whilst safely insured with thought against their fall</div> <bR> <div> I talked of freedom with a tortured breath.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> And look!  I've still not learnt what my sad soul has taught</div> <bR> <div> For writing this defends my wall of thought.  </div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>  <A NAME="it_wasn_t_hard_for_you_to_go_"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>It wasn't hard for you to go.</div> <bR> <div> But hard it was for me to be alone.</div> <bR> <div> I knew you really had to go,</div> <bR> <div> I could have told you long ago</div> <bR> <div> But here it's very hard to be alone.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> So this is what I feared.  The logs are burning.</div> <bR> <div> The room is very quiet.  Mind is still.</div> <bR> <div> Yes this is what I feared.  The wind is howling.</div> <bR> <div> The stars are very quiet like our love.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Hardest was to see your warm brown eyes</div> <bR> <div> Look at me with love, yet say goodbye.</div> <bR> <div> It wasn't hard to feel and realise</div> <bR> <div> That love abandons those afraid to die.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Now I'm glad I never told you not to go.</div> <bR> <div> In this sadness of your absence hardness flows</div> <bR> <div> Yes I'm grateful that you saw I'd soon unfold</div> <bR> <div> When you left me by this mountain in the snow.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>  <A NAME="buttercups_embroider_the_old"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>Buttercups embroider the old gun-carriage.</div> <bR> <div> I'm sorry it's so difficult.</div> <bR> <div> Keeps us all so alone.</div> <bR> <div> Each little con-text</div> <bR> <div> Keeps the engine ticking...........</div> <bR> <div> But aren't there healing gaps</div> <bR> <div>                     revealed in your mirror?</div> <bR> <div> Gaps through which your secret breath</div> <bR> <div> Carries you through the suffocating trellis</div> <bR> <div> Of cherished thought where you're pulled</div> <bR> <div> By an ancient decision</div> <bR> <div> To be dead but decorated</div> <bR> <div> With images of glory</div> <bR> <div> And ordinary insanity.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Eyes which guess can't see.</div> <bR> <div> So the immense vast whirld you drown in</div> <bR> <div> Is a wee bowl of putrid emotion.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Rotting fruit neatly labelled</div> <bR> <div> In the laboratory of advanced compromise</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>  <A NAME="the_holy_frozen_door"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>THE HOLY FROZEN DOOR</div> <bR> <div>                      It only opens when you're no longer     </div> <div>                      afraid of being schizophrenic.</div> <bR> <div>                                         Ed Gill</div> <bR> <div>   Phazed I fell!</div> <bR> <div>   The harsh truth</div> <bR> <div>   Revealing the mesh.</div> <bR> <bR> <div>   Then my chalk head</div> <bR> <div>   Drawn from all sides</div> <bR> <div>   Crumbled</div> <bR> <div>   Into the flickering blackboards</div> <bR> <div>   Used by `The Force'</div> <bR> <div>   To serve up their pus:-</div> <bR> <div>   (With their phantom rap</div> <bR> <div>   they'd patterned our brains</div> <bR> <div>   and trained us to be</div> <bR> <div>   Civilised killers</div> <bR> <div>   Or scarecrows unable</div> <bR> <div>   To think for ourselves).</div> <bR> <bR> <div>   Graced I felt</div> <bR> <div>   A warm soft light</div> <bR> <div>   Eraze the mesh</div> <bR> <bR> <div>   Dawning on all sides</div> <bR> <div>   My soul broke</div> <bR> <div>   Free from the fear of extinction;</div> <bR> <div>   (Used by `The Force'</div> <bR> <div>   To manipulate millions</div> <bR> <div>   And thereby exploit</div> <bR> <div>   The brain of the globe).</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>   Through Fear's calculating mesh</div> <bR> <div>   I pirouette ......a whirling cross.</div> <bR> <div>   Whilst their worm-eaten hands</div> <bR> <div>   Crack as they clap,</div> <bR> <div>   More energise hate</div> <bR> <div>   With a sawdust laugh,</div> <bR> <div>   Then mash up the earth</div> <bR> <div>   Their voodoo doll</div> <bR> <div>   A soft warm belly</div> <bR> <div>   They've punctured with steel:</div> <bR> <div>   Their victim the skull</div> <bR> <div>   Of the unborn child</div> <bR> <div>   They'll wire-up inside</div> <bR> <div>   To lie and to kill.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>   Graced I felt</div> <bR> <div>   The warm soft light</div> <bR> <div>   Transform my death.</div> <bR> <bR> <div>   In Truth's bright light love pirouettes</div> <bR> <div>   (Beyond the cross).</div> <bR> <div>   Strengthened I feel</div> <bR> <div>   Now's not too late:-</div> <bR> <div>   (A fear which stalked</div> <bR> <div>   My mesh-bound days).</div> <bR> <div>   Awakened to the living web</div> <bR> <div>   Love's silent empire grows.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>       <A NAME="___or"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>   or</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>   It all ways goes this way</div> <bR> <div>   From raw energy</div> <div>                    to neat form.</div> <bR> <div>   And those who are tamed</div> <bR> <div>   Lose all their real warmth.</div> <bR> <div>           Or</div> <bR> <div>   And those who are tamed</div> <bR> <div>   Become cynics of warmth.</div> <bR> <div>           Or</div> <bR> <div>   And men who are tamed</div> <bR> <div>   Stifle woman's real core.</div> <bR> <div>           Or</div> <bR> <div>   And those who are tamed</div> <bR> <div>   Can't bear to be born.</div> <bR> <div>           Or</div> <bR> <div>   And those who are tamed</div> <bR> <div>   Fear death's final storm.</div> <bR> <div>           Or</div> <bR> <div>   It all ways goes this way</div> <bR> <div>   From fresh energy</div> <div>                     to stale form.</div> <bR> <bR> <div>   And those who are stale</div> <bR> <div>   Talk a lot about storms.</div> <bR> <bR> <div>   It keeps going this way</div> <bR> <div>   From raw energy</div> <bR> <div>                   to dead form</div> <bR> <div>   And now that you're trapped</div> <bR> <div>   You say you like warmth!</div> <bR> <bR> <div>   Don't say it's the flower</div> <bR> <div>   Of aspiration made workable.</div> <bR> <div>                               The real life</div> <bR> <div>   Was too direct for liars wasn't it?</div> <bR> <div>   So you don't dare mention you're missing</div> <bR> <div>   Serendipity</div> <bR> <div>   Since you've framed your cowardice</div> <bR> <div>   In your stance</div> <div>  </div> <div>   Again</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>  <A NAME="o_man_you_re_a_factor_in_hell"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>O MAN YOU'RE A FACTOR IN HELL</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> Now somewhere Pluto's policemen</div> <div>                               are smashing someone's skull</div> <bR> <div> Whilst archetypal cloud-gods</div> <div>                               obscure the unborn sky.</div> <bR> <div>           Fuck feed fight</div> <bR> <div>           A baby cries</div> <bR> <div>           To keep their God alive</div> <bR> <div>           You must die.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> Ego's manic racket</div> <div>                     decorating rape and war.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> Late-June-Mid-Wales-mire. Hay, cut. Smoke</div> <bR> <div> Spilling from black roofed cottage chimney</div> <bR> <div> Scrawls a vanishing elegy on original vision.</div> <bR> <div> Glimpsed     disappearing   stooping hawk.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Withdrawn sky-a Western sneer. The greedy gob</div> <bR> <div> Crammed with rasping aimless crow-blots</div> <bR> <div> Identical couples reflecting the sepulchral atmosphere</div> <bR> <div> In which love's song-birds die.</div> <bR> <div> Pass-port! Pass-port!</div> <bR> <div> Demands the manic cuckoo. `It's alright Luvy',</div> <bR> <div> Reply the pigeon preachers, settled on a rotting Elm.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> In Pluto's conned-senses whirld</div> <bR> <div> No artistic duende</div> <div>                     ever flares to life.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> No open heart can sing</div> <div>                     no loving soul can dance.</div> <bR> <div> No un-biased listeners welcome.</div> <div>                               No real friendship grows.</div> <div> Only suffocation prospers</div> <div>                          in this status-seeded war.</div> <div> All are driven to obey</div> <div>                          or driven to rebel.</div> <bR> <div> Driven inside, by hidden orders</div> <div>                               to manufacture hell.</div> <bR> <div> De-humanizing orders</div> <bR> <div> Hypnotizing spells</div> <bR> <div> Which the singing heart sees through</div> <bR> <div> And lights the distant hills.</div> <bR> <div> Then crystal standing stones awake</div> <bR> <div> Beneath the snowflake clouds.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> The conned-senses whirlds</div> <div>                          come and go</div> <bR> <div> Eat like maggots</div> <div>                  poetic souls</div> <bR> <div> Who once shaped</div> <div>                love's quiet</div> <div>                           on moon-drenched shores</div> <bR> <div> Weaving silver rhythms</div> <div>                        through the filigree of care.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>  <A NAME="for_you"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>FOR YOU</div> <bR> <bR> <div> For you who feel</div> <bR> <div> Ripped off by the fall</div> <bR> <div> Of all your illusions</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Be glad you can now see</div> <bR> <div> The nature of Cain's crop</div> <bR> <div> Who murder murder murder murder murder murder</div> <bR> <div> Then lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie </div> <bR> <div> I didn't do it I didn't do it I didn't do it</div> <bR> <div> Cover up  cover up  cover up</div> <bR> <div> Pretending to CARE</div> <div>                     for other's LIVES!</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Now you can be FREE</div> <bR> <div> To be who you really are</div> <bR> <div> And get out of that noxious fog of thinking</div> <bR> <div> There's nothing else</div> <bR> <div> But endless HELL.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Real-Ise you can retire</div> <bR> <div> From the past</div> <bR> <div> Command</div> <bR> <div> And can't be forced</div> <bR> <div> To lie</div> <bR> <div> To stomach lies</div> <bR> <div> Or kill</div> <bR> <div> Again.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> For you who will not buy</div> <bR> <div> ANY programme</div> <div>                for the future</div> <bR> <div> But know your soul</div> <div>                     heart and mind</div> <bR> <div> Must be kept fertile, vital</div> <bR> <div>           By rooting out</div> <bR> <div> Every damned demon of habit</div> <bR> <div> Lurking in the karmic fog.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Keep moving</div> <bR> <div> Not like rivers or winds</div> <bR> <div> Or aimless gulls</div> <bR> <div> But let life's inner quiet</div> <bR> <div> Keep you clean</div> <bR> <div> And free of all intellectual</div> <bR> <div> Accounts of Being.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> For you at the end</div> <div>                     of your tether</div> <bR> <div> Who imagine only death</div> <bR> <div> Is left</div> <bR> <div> To contemplate</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Remember</div> <bR> <div> I was a prisoner</div> <bR> <div> In the fog</div> <bR> <div> Of hierarchical language.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> My "future" was designed</div> <bR> <div> By blind demented screws......</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Who didn't know there is a way</div> <bR> <div> Out</div> <bR> <div> Not marked on their public maps</div> <bR> <div> Now</div> <bR> <div> Find out what it's like to live</div> <bR> <div> In your overlooked, indescribable</div> <bR> <div> Basement?</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>     <A NAME="___the_ubiquitous_ponging_machine"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>   THE UBIQUITOUS PONGING MACHINE</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Everywhere I go</div> <div>                the shit smells just the same.</div> <bR> <div> That shit that's sprayed about</div> <div>                                 to numb the pain</div> <bR> <div> Reeks even here</div> <div>                   from every mind I meet.</div> <bR> <div> The entire range</div> <div>                    from enemies to friends</div> <bR> <div> Camouflage their shit with verbal smiles.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Poor body. What cruel ventriloquists we are</div> <bR> <div> Turning the growing crunch</div> <bR> <div> Into a Punch and Judy racket</div> <bR> <div> Forgetting that I am</div> <div>                     not present in these fiending raps.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> I am the one No Body can see</div> <bR> <div> And this immortal gap</div> <div>                      eats up the show</div> <bR> <div> No?</div> <div>     </div> <div> How can they miss it?</div> <bR> <div> But begorra by death they do.</div> <bR> <div> Begorra by death they do.</div> <bR> <div> They polish their pride</div> <div>                       and ache to strut</div> <bR> <div> Into a whirld that's completely fucked</div> <bR> <div> Requiring the body and brain to be shut</div> <bR> <div> To the living eternal ecstatic mind</div> <bR> <div> Which has no truck     </div> <div>                     with all the games which churn their guts.....</div> <bR> <div> Scheming to get</div> <div>                place face fame</div> <bR> <div> Safe shit!</div> <div>                safe shit!</div> <bR> <div> But I new-born on beauty, clear surprise</div> <bR> <div> See life's not beautiful for many</div> <div>                                  and so I'll try</div> <bR> <div> To guide love's freshness</div> <div>                            through the fear-trained grasping brain</div> <bR> <div> Into that place I'll call</div> <div>                          the here-now-heart.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> O cursed! Cursed</div> <div>                by fairy tale abstractions</div> <bR> <div> Which bar me from </div> <div>                     the nature-poet's life</div> <div>                     </div> <div> or Taoist contemplation.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> O how I yearn</div> <div>                to shut the door</div> <bR> <div> Blast them all</div> <div>                and shout Bye! Bye!</div> <bR> <div> But I have no choice</div> <div>                     but heal the whole!</div> <div>                     </div> <div> Baaa! Baaa!</div> <bR> <bR> <div> O square whirld with tick-tock mind</div> <bR> <div> Gobbling up the natural man</div> <bR> <div> Why d'you avoid un-armed stillness?</div> <bR> <div> Is it because you're afraid to feel</div> <bR> <div> The hell your pride                           projects outside?</div> <bR> <div> But now I feel like them embroiled in judgement</div> <bR> <div> Which shows my mind's infested with the view</div> <bR> <div> "I'm above it all</div> <div>                   and know the Cosmic Truth!"</div> <bR> <div> Bah! Bah! Bloody fool!</div> <div>                     (And that's another Lord Muck hoot)</div> <bR> <div> So what to do?   So what to do?</div> <bR> <div> Two Shiva Babas make my mind confused.</div> <bR> <div> One says "Work is worship" "Fight for Truth"</div> <bR> <div> The other says that "all we need to do</div> <bR> <div> Is wash and eat, then question "what IS Truth"?"</div> <bR> <div> Herakhan says "Inaction's poison leads to death."</div> <bR> <div> But Puri insists that "Thinking deep's the God-blest</div> <bR> <div> Way to God."</div> <div>                      So what to do?</div> <bR> <div> "Group action" says one "is what's required."</div> <bR> <div> Puri says "Thinking alone's the fire</div> <bR> <div> Which inspires the mind to find the Truth!"</div> <bR> <bR> <div> So what to do?  What to pursue?</div> <bR> <div> Or stay still absorbing</div> <div>                          the existential atmosphere?</div> <bR> <div> 'Cause who wants their major opus</div> <bR> <div> Reviewed by Clever Dicks</div> <div>                       then transported</div> <div>                                                                          Into the commodity shit</div> <div>                                                                                 cycle?</div> <bR> <div>  </div> <div> When love's innocence and mystery have been forgot</div> <bR> <div> Clever Dicks spout their anal-eyes-sin rot.</div> <bR> <div> Then, every perception is checked </div> <bR> <div> Against a packaged programme</div> <div>                                 held in yer cells....</div> <bR> <div> O can you see the heart</div> <bR> <div> Abused, confused, contracted, withdrawn</div> <bR> <div> Form the mind-possessing fucking</div> <bR> <div>                STRAIN?</div> <bR> <bR> <div> O love, love, heal this emptiness.</div> <bR> <div> Love not hopes</div> <div>                (mere trinkets in the blare)....</div> <bR> <div> Everywhere</div> <div>           the broken heart</div> <div>                           the cheap rain</div> <div> The curdling dark. All</div> <div>                          sacrificed</div> <bR> <div> To cycles of passion for waste</div> <div>                               or fear-filled inertia.</div> <bR> <div> And it's so BIG        this MESS</div> <bR> <div> This rampant mental cancer</div> <bR> <div> Disguised as "PUBLIC ORDER"</div> <div>                             and its dry</div> <bR> <div> Verbal blood</div> <div>                is our translated dreams</div> <bR> <div> Projected through agreement's ghoul</div> <bR> <div> We feed</div> <div>           on introspecting.</div> <bR> <div> Move the pivot</div> <div>                change the pace</div> <bR> <div> Play the flute</div> <div>                feel the space</div> <bR> <div> Hear the river roar in spate</div> <div>                               past the house</div> <bR> <bR> <div> All has been expressed</div> <div>                        except the point  </div> <bR> <bR> <div> Caught in the noun-based adjectival whirlds</div> <bR> <div> Which camouflage the fear of waking up</div> <bR> <div> To whirlds far worse.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Beauty is the point</div> <div>                     cringing in sleep</div> <bR> <div> From the dark force</div> <div>                     of boredom</div> <bR> <div> Blasted out all day</div> <div>                     by every angled, heartless voice</div> <bR> <div>                     by everyone concerned with face</div> <bR> <div> By every governmental craze</div> <bR> <div> Revolutionary or reactionary</div> <bR> <div> The status number game remains the same.</div> <bR> <div> And YOU feed this machine</div> <div>                     man-you-factoring</div> <div>                                                 BOREDOM!</div> <bR> <bR> <div> To real-Ise these implications</div> <div>                               to the core.....</div> <bR> <div> The whirld's been all ways squared</div> <bR> <div> 'Gainst any person waking up</div> <bR> <div> The children in fear's prison.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> There are no Holy Wars. Only</div> <bR> <div> Massacres and sanctioned murders.</div> <bR> <div> The hip awakeners and their grateful friends</div> <bR> <div> Never take up arms against the square</div> <bR> <div> Fear-filled haters of love's heart-felt truth.</div> <bR> <div> Nor are they respectable and NICE.</div> <bR> <div> Awakening takes one far beyond that vice</div> <bR> <div> Where shit is perfumed by the mind for gain.                                                                                                                                                              </div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>  <A NAME="this_is_not_the_nine_o_clock_news_"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>This is not the nine o'clock news.</div> <bR> <div> This is the truth.  You people never fell</div> <bR> <div> From a mythic state of grace.  Cain</div> <bR> <div> Your father was a killer, who started off this race,</div> <bR> <div> And his blood is thumping through your veins</div> <bR> <div> A fact you can't escape.  Because</div> <bR> <div> Your brain got bigger when with bones</div> <bR> <div> You learnt to kill- first the animals on the plain</div> <bR> <div> And then over the hill your neighbour tribes you laid </div> <bR> <div> To waste, and so you've formed this state, which</div> <bR> <div> Keeps the earth revolving inside a world of hate.</div> <bR> <div> Yes, your world's a weapons factory</div> <bR> <div> Thriving through the slump.  You people dull as metal</div> <bR> <div> Cringing from the crunch.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> If you wonder WHY you're shallow, and WHY you can not feel</div> <bR> <div> This planet is ONE BEING, and humanity its fool</div> <bR> <div> Who's split himself in two, as cell against cell,</div> <bR> <div> It's 'cause you've overlooked</div> <bR> <div> What's happening to your soul.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Off course, it's being eaten at the bottom of the fault.</div> <bR> <div> Devoured by that dragon, fed on privilege of course.</div> <bR> <div> That well spoken dragon; the image of brute force.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Yes deep inside the dragon who's proud of his dead mind,</div> <bR> <div> You're turning out distractions to cover up the lie.</div> <bR> <div> Ideals are distraction, if your life's gone down the drain.</div> <bR> <div> `Public order' is distraction, to cover up the pain</div> <bR> <div> Of being who you are --a killer to the core,</div> <bR> <div> Territorially possessive</div> <bR> <div> A junkie hooked on war.  But</div> <bR> <div> I'm not saying you've no purpose</div> <bR> <div> Since weapons are your LORD</div> <bR> <div> Technological advancement</div> <bR> <div> Of course, must be ensured. (Though robots are advancing</div> <bR> <div> Across your weapons board).  So</div> <bR> <div> If humanity's divided and still composed of tribes;</div> <bR> <div> Disarmament's distraction, to fog the great divide</div> <bR> <div> Between the man you say you are</div> <bR> <div> And who you are inside;</div> <bR> <div> A weapon wielding KILLER</div> <bR> <div> Who never was man-KIND.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>  <A NAME="falling_down_the_stairs"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>Falling down the stairs</div> <bR> <div> I see my flashes fade</div> <bR> <div> Inside the old machine</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> Ignoring real Being</div> <bR> <div> Your propaganda leads</div> <bR> <div> Me round and round</div> <bR> <div> Your sapless voice</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> Going round the bend</div> <bR> <div> The night's quiet grace</div> <bR> <div> Protects me from the inner robot</div> <bR> <div> Like you I've left to die</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>  <A NAME="rare_taste_exploded_the_fire_falling"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>Rare taste exploded, the fire falling fell through the filming</div> <bR> <div> Rare fragrance of knowing, as the hour fell into the horizon..</div> <bR> <div> Leaving me to sail over the walls of anxious control.</div> <bR> <div> Racing on unreasonable waves we exquisitely melted</div> <bR> <div> In the unseen sun. Yes friends shone, but soon we saw</div> <bR> <div> Those who would not burn, clutching the shadows</div> <bR> <div> Of our warmth to give our movement shape.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> O sparkling spirit of earth, bled.....</div> <bR> <div> O river of life, poisoned with solutions.</div> <bR> <div> O soothe the dead, the walking dead with your silver waves.</div> <bR> <div> O dancing spirits of sun and air dissolve this nightmare.</div> <bR> <div> O spirits come! Come! I call! I'll ride on the scoffers words.</div> <bR> <div> O come, the earth needs warmth not answers.</div> <bR> <div> O come, we are strangled by cynics.</div> <bR> <div> O come, we are calling for soul-light.</div> <bR> <div> O come take us into your astounding vision.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> But many chose savagery,</div> <bR> <div> Power trips and fear.</div> <bR> <div> Many chose safety</div> <bR> <div> Money and beer.</div> <bR> <div> O depths of love, O deserts of betrayal.</div> <bR> <div> How we suffer trying to tidy up the pain.</div> <bR> <div> O pain pain. O frozen waves of warmth OPEN OPEN!</div> <bR> <div> Let the pain flow and give birth</div> <bR> <div> To your prayers for the dazzling serpent</div> <bR> <div> To consume the Whirld.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>       <A NAME="something_came_over_me_"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>Something came over me.</div> <bR> <div>      I started to notice</div> <bR> <div>      What was going on.</div> <bR> <div>      I'd been roped in</div> <bR> <div>      To being an agent</div> <bR> <div>      For the whirld of fear.</div> <bR> <div>      The whirld of Clever Dick,</div> <bR> <div>      Lord Muck and Doubting Thomas.</div> <bR> <div>      The whirld of Cowardy Custard</div> <bR> <div>      Bossy Boots Mum and Know-All</div> <bR> <div>      Dad. Their pre-judicial</div> <bR> <div>      Angles hammered home</div> <bR> <div>      I used as eyes.</div> <bR> <div>      EYES!</div> <bR> <bR> <div>      Fear-full I built a box</div> <bR> <div>      Around my bruised life.</div> <bR> <div>      A strong room safe, and</div> <bR> <div>      Inside this dark image</div> <bR> <div>      Of my capacity, I</div> <bR> <div>      Decorated the walls</div> <bR> <div>      With conflicting advice</div> <bR> <div>      And stayed trapped imagining</div> <bR> <div>      That any picture which I enjoyed</div> <bR> <div>      Could lead me to freedom.</div> <bR> <div>      Whilst the ones which made me</div> <bR> <div>      Feel imprisoned, I saw as lies.</div> <div>      </div> <bR> <div>              Then something came over me</div> <bR> <div>      And I woke up and saw</div> <bR> <div>      That these thoughts (pictures)</div> <bR> <div>      Do not move. I move</div> <bR> <div>      My attention round my prison walls</div> <bR> <div>      Like a blind man feeling braille.</div> <bR> <div>      And to each thought-picture</div> <bR> <div>      I'd re-act and call that <FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Courier New" >`</FONT>a feeling'.</div> <bR> <div>      The pictures which drew my attention</div> <bR> <div>      To feeling imprisoned, claustrophobic</div> <bR> <div>      In fact indicated accurately</div> <bR> <div>      My self-restricted condition. The others</div> <bR> <div>      Hypnotised me to believe I could eventually</div> <bR> <div>      Feel happy within that isolation.</div> <bR> <bR> <div>      So, Doubting Thomas, Pissed-off Pete</div> <bR> <div>      And Wise Owl were spot on.</div> <bR> <div>      I WAS imprisoned in my dark safe,</div> <bR> <div>      And dwelling on decoration</div> <bR> <div>      Will never bring anyone</div> <bR> <div>      Release</div> <bR> <div>      Freedom of imagination</div> <bR> <div>      Freshness of feeling.</div> <bR> <div>      And so, I let all the pictures</div> <bR> <div>      Go. Fading, I ignored</div> <bR> <div>      The sub-titles, feeling instead</div> <bR> <div>      My stale atmosphere</div> <div>      Which gave me enthusiasm</div> <bR> <div>      To uncover my prison's structure</div> <bR> <div>      And find the weak points. </div> <bR> <bR> <div>      Gradually the light </div> <bR> <div>      Within my box</div> <bR> <div>      Grew warm and bright-her.</div> <bR> <div>      Yes, this light is feminine</div> <bR> <div>      Soft and like cosmic rays</div> <bR> <div>      Can penetrate one's walls.</div> <bR> <div>      That's what came over me</div> <bR> <div>      And then passed through me</div> <bR> <div>      When the social camouflage</div> <bR> <div>      I'd worn dissolved.</div> <bR> <div>      I could now hear</div> <bR> <div>      In every word</div> <bR> <div>      The self-committed prisoner's voice.</div> <bR> <div>      My safe box</div> <bR> <div>      Became a lightly drawn</div> <bR> <div>      Chalk circle</div> <bR> <div>      In which I waited.</div> <bR> <div>      Yes, I waited. Waited.</div> <bR> <div>      Not knowing for what?</div> <bR> <div>      Then the light came into me</div> <bR> <div>      And I saw I'd been waiting</div> <bR> <div>      To arrive HERE</div> <bR> <div>      NOW. Now I have eyes</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>      To see through</div> <div>      </div> <div>      What's not here.</div> <bR> <div>      Then the real question arose</div> <bR> <div>      And I admitted it was time</div> <bR> <div>      To step out of conned-senses mind</div> <bR> <div>      Into feeling freely</div> <bR> <div>      Exactly what I feel.</div> <bR> <bR> <div>      Meanwhile, committed prisoners guess</div> <bR> <div>      There's nothing here</div> <bR> <div>      Or name the gap</div> <bR> <div>      I've left behind</div> <bR> <div>      Selfish ego madness.</div> <bR> <div>      The cultists dream of `space'</div> <bR> <div>      Or `Truth', the young</div> <bR> <div>      Of sex and `love'. The cynics</div> <bR> <div>      Say my path's unreal.</div> <bR> <div>      Whilst Eager Beavers leap and yell</div> <bR> <div>      For all to see</div> <bR> <div>      Life's prison</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>  <A NAME="the_old_life_in_my_restless_heart"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>The old life in my restless heart persists</div> <bR> <div> In clouding over now with dreams of then.</div> <bR> <div> Begging me to fly to here or there;</div> <bR> <div> Telling me that life is all revenge.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> This unlife is my afterbirth, the cord.</div> <bR> <div> The panic of old flesh which seeps to death.</div> <bR> <div> The ghost which tells me stop before I leap,</div> <bR> <div> The waste which drains the light from every breath.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> But death to death, so let it die from me.</div> <bR> <div> Now heights, the sky is singing in the trees.</div> <bR> <div> Each bird is pouring love, the rain stands tall.</div> <bR> <div> In dying somehow now, I start to grow.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> The anatomy of death is when and how?</div> <bR> <div> The lasting kiss of life is here and now.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>  <A NAME="_____only_on_the_bottom"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></div> <div>      Only on the bottom</div> <bR> <div>      In the basement</div> <bR> <div>      Of my self</div> <bR> <div>      Have I begun being</div> <bR> <div>      Who I am.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>      In this fetid morgue</div> <bR> <div>      Of my illusions</div> <bR> <div>      I found my true life</div> <bR> <div>      And understood</div> <bR> <div>      Why it was cold and dark and lifeless.</div> <bR> <div>      It was because I never lived here</div> <bR> <div>      But always <FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Courier New" >`</FONT>above'</div> <bR> <div>      On the upper floors of fantasy.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>      <A NAME="_a_desert_of_disguised_angles"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A> A desert of disguised angles</div> <bR> <div>      Pollutes the early morning sun.</div> <bR> <div>      The right hand stabs the left hand.</div> <bR> <div>      The sun is hammered to the cross.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>      Sphinx Head bursts into flames</div> <bR> <div>      Above her sea of riddles.</div> <bR> <div>      I wake covered in ash,</div> <bR> <div>      Which no-one seems to notice.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>      I tack through the squall</div> <bR> <div>      Of your bitter judgements</div> <bR> <div>      Awake as you feint</div> <bR> <div>      With the bayonet of your tongue.</div> <bR> <div>      Peel off your words</div> <bR> <div>      From the back of my mind</div> <bR> <div>      And watch your octopus</div> <bR> <div>      Drown in my mirror.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>      The Radiant Orient has left the quay.</div> <bR> <div>      The army shatters the door of belief.</div> <bR> <div>      The tinkling bell of light</div> <bR> <div>      Sails through the soft blue;</div> <bR> <div>      The real man has found his release</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>               <A NAME="i_want_you_to_know"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>I want you to know</div> <bR> <div>      I still feel  that stillness</div> <bR> <div>      Through which the world's madness</div> <bR> <div>      Roars.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>      You wanted my mind to honour</div> <bR> <div>      Love.  I honour you.  Linked</div> <bR> <div>      By that silver thread</div> <bR> <div>      We grew.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>      No geometry of convenience</div> <bR> <div>      Entertains my view.  Beneath</div> <bR> <div>      The angles of the false I's speech</div> <bR> <div>      The real soul</div> <bR> <div>      Weeps.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>      Weeps to stay in tune</div> <bR> <div>      With what is true.  </div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>    </div> <div>  <A NAME="blood"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>BLOOD</div> <bR> <div>      musing on the train after a legally arranged visit</div> <div>      </div> <div>                to my four year old daughter</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Being one of the bucks</div> <div>                          I naturally swerved</div> <bR> <div> Into your sensuous reputation</div> <div>                                    but</div> <bR> <div> A buck gets so browned off with being</div> <bR> <div> Turned over again and again</div> <bR> <div> On the spit of a chick's indifference;</div> <bR> <div> He'll not try to keep her</div> <bR> <div> From eating obvious lies.  So</div> <bR> <div> Bitter, fearful, looking `ill'</div> <bR> <div> Mum sucked you back, (you had no will);</div> <bR> <div> And there our `private life' was grilled</div> <bR> <div> Under her radio</div> <bR> <div> Active spite.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> But who can blame a trojan horse?</div> <bR> <div> A P.R. front (your body) hid</div> <bR> <div> A massive blight</div> <div>                  which split our bed. (Mind parasites</div> <bR> <div> On fear are fed).  Your mum's an agent</div> <bR> <div> For this alien force!</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> Being a buck, I was shot of course</div> <bR> <div> Out of my cockpit. Whilst hurtling down</div> <bR> <div> She snatched our child.     </div> <bR> <div> So I made Miss Takes</div> <div>                       in the class struggle blues.</div> <bR> <div> A miss married to mother</div> <div>                          who knew what to do!</div> <bR> <div> Medication and plans</div> <div>                       she served with your food,</div> <bR> <div> With her tongue in your mouth</div> <div>                               you could hardly refuse</div> <bR> <div> To swallow her yuk</div> <div>                     you were deep in the blues.</div> <bR> <div> Now you're back in your place</div> <div>                               in her neck of the woods</div> <bR> <div> And our child thinks she's KIND, and pretends to be good.</div> <bR> <div> BUT,</div> <div>      no geometry of convenience pacifies</div> <bR> <div> My view.  You always hankered for my mind</div> <bR> <div> To honour this.......without you.  The old train shakin<FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" >g</FONT></div> <bR> <div> Retreats through the late July evening.  Yachts</div> <bR> <div> Dream on the crimson river.  The carriage</div> <bR> <div> Carries blood that's mostly blue.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>  <A NAME="_____i_followed_clever_dick"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>     I followed Clever Dick</div> <bR> <div>      Who led me to believe poetry</div> <bR> <div>      Could lead me to enlightenment.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>      Then suggested I choose the abandoned wild hill</div> <div>                                                                                                         farm</div> <bR> <div>      Life.  A remote highland harbour</div> <bR> <div>      Where he taught me how to practise</div> <bR> <div>      Hard to get.  An obscure ruse which produced</div> <bR> <div>      Squalls of conflicting views</div> <bR> <div>      Engendering my controversial name.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>      Ah yes, armadas of hungry hulks came</div> <bR> <div>      But left, unawakened, full of blame.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>          <A NAME="__ii"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>  II</div> <bR> <div>      It's not hard to see</div> <bR> <div>      The root of decay.  Internal characters</div> <bR> <div>      Can never be alive.  Here in that relentless rain</div> <bR> <div>      Which makes everywhere the same, it's hard to see</div> <bR> <div>      The painfully disguised (but chosen) sorrow</div> <bR> <div>      And not retreat into feeling hopeless</div> <bR> <div>      Whilst flotillas of haranguing bitter cripples</div> <bR> <div>      Demand better crutches.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>                  III</div> <bR> <div>      When you really question</div> <bR> <div>      Compulsion, the urge to arrive,</div> <bR> <div>      To achieve, to gain recognition;</div> <bR> <div>      You understand why</div> <bR> <div>      Friends become public</div> <bR> <div>      Can't stay inside</div> <bR> <div>      In the real personal</div> <bR> <div>      But lust to become</div> <bR> <div>      Currency</div> <bR> <div>      For gossip.</div> <bR> <div>      Driven to find out</div> <bR> <div>      Where they lie</div> <bR> <div>      In the public eye</div> <bR> <div>      Endeavouring to gauge</div> <bR> <div>      What gains they've made</div> <bR> <div>      For the price of their suicide?</div> <bR> <bR> <div>                IV</div> <bR> <div>      Yes you carry the weight</div> <bR> <div>      Of their name</div> <bR> <div>               game.     </div> <bR> <div>      What they wanted you to be.</div> <bR> <div>      Wrote you out          baby.</div> <bR> <div>      A public tool</div> <bR> <div>      And no attitude</div> <bR> <div>      Can dismantle this machine.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>                 </div> <div>                  V</div> <bR> <div>      Thinking your own thinking</div> <bR> <div>      Is the pass out from all whirdly pressure</div> <bR> <div>      To an unsuspected peace</div> <bR> <div>      Which feeds the real person.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>                  VI</div> <bR> <div>      The lodgers inside aren't keen to leave;</div> <bR> <div>      But once I'd discovered ecstasy in aloneness</div> <bR> <div>      The vast night's mysterious stillness began</div> <bR> <div>      Stripping me of all Dick's strategies</div> <bR> <div>      Leaving me alone</div> <bR> <div>      To leave all concepts</div> <bR> <div>      Alone</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>                                   <A NAME="self_awareness"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A>SELF-AWARENESS</div> <bR> <div>                     </div> <bR> <bR> <div>                                           I</div> <bR> <bR> <div>      Who is free of future arrangements?</div> <bR> <div>      Who is able to be</div> <bR> <div>      still          unfocussed</div> <bR> <div>      Though illusions of fulfilment</div> <bR> <div>      Rage on like Highland storms?</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>      Once you're tied up</div> <bR> <div>      All you seem to do is focus</div> <bR> <div>      On distractions</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>      Enforced focus being</div> <bR> <div>      The way they control</div> <bR> <div>      Minds</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>      Everywhere</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>                II</div> <bR> <div>      To have no plans!</div> <bR> <div>      To not HAVE TO DO anything</div> <bR> <div>      On time</div> <bR> <div>      Tomorrow.</div> <bR> <div>      Those who are liberated</div> <bR> <div>      From that accepted soul-virus</div> <bR> <div>      Are very rare ..... or they're adepts</div> <bR> <div>             At hiding or I'm dead</div> <bR> <div>      Drunk on self-discovery</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>      Deep aloneness is life's price</div> <bR> <div>      Not knowing</div> <bR> <div>                     anyone</div> <bR> <div>      Neither caught in clocked focus</div> <bR> <div>      Or past performance variations</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>      The clockers and shadow merchants</div> <bR> <div>      Seem quite indifferent</div> <bR> <div>      To their servitude</div> <bR> <div>      Drowning their spirit-less souls</div> <bR> <div>      In conned-senses noise</div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>