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Poems (written ~ Dec. 28, 1998)

Voyeurs of illusion

Eyes wide open can’t you see
This is how its gonna be

Mans fate is mans fate
Life is an illusion

Do you believe in providence, my friend

Peeking out the windows
Hiding behind the door

Synthetic construction, esthetic destruction

Disorganized
Refuse

No need for religion
Fanatic devotion
Unwavering conviction and conflicting emotion

An open perception
Gateway for deception
Fanatic devotion, conflicting emotion

No need for obsession
I don’t need religion
I don’t need your god
All I want is freedom
To think on my own

Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain
Seven deadly sins
Six ways to win

It’s all an illusion
Calculated confusion
Feed us your thoughts
Show us direction
Read us your prayers
We reflect rejection

Examine our feelings
Question our dealings
Tell us your lies
Your deception denies

We deny (your) disguise
Revealed in disguise

Seven deadly sins
Its all an illusion
Six ways to win

(we) calculated confusion
Fanatic devotion
Unwavering convictions
Store bought emotions

I don’t know if you love me
I don’t know if you care
(but when I call your name)
I hope you’ll be there

The hours last forever
The memories can’t last

If I thought you really loved me
I’d never have to cry
So long I’ve been alone
So much I didn’t know

Feelings I can’t share
If you said you didn’t care

I’d hope that it’s a lie
It’s more than I can bear
To have to say goodbye

 

Random Writing:

We’ll give you time
Pay for your crime
Disengage your thoughts
Rearrange your spots
Control of your mind

 

On another sheet:

Like my chances
Spin that wheel
You can’t beat the odds

Thought I’d get away
Thought I’d be alright
Thought I’d beat the odds

Where will we meet in the dead of night

 

On another sheet:

Don’t feed me your poisons
Just leave me alone
Don’t tell me you care
Won’t sell you my soul

I, yeah, I, don’t need you
Look to the future
I can’t forget the past
Memories of childhood
Good things don’t last

Lock me away
{not legible} unhurt ok.

Short Story of Spudcatraz