Shocking rate of increase. Germany, Bosnia, the Middle East.

Few are shelteed

Prisones of war, prissoners of peace. From captivity there is no release.

Hardships overflowing

Ingenius ways to wage war. Egomaniacs, hate, "the great whore".

Architects of genocide

Absorbing all that the "enemy" can posses. Breaking ranks with numbers that impress.

To deliver death at will

Agressive plans set into motion. Fallen warriors, the land, air, and ocean.

Destruction makes the world go 'round...

©1998

POLITICAL FACTORS AND NONSENSE!

"Correctness"

Confrontation

Denile of wrong-doings

One against another

All against one

Factors and theory

Polls and estimations

Lobby, steal, misdirrect

Right, left, middle, progressive

Build, stall, deal, debate, destroy

Muck rakers, and the politics of fear

The death penalty

Abortion

Wellfare

Taxs

Regulations

All manner of laws and lawlessness

Arguments and conspiracy

Everlasting struggle

A swinging nuse

Nothing ever gets done really

But everything is always changing

So goes the politics of "The land of plenty...

©1998

CHILDHOOD:THE POWER OF

Fear and pain, Daily bread. Life lived, Without sanity.

A bed of ashes, And a blanket of sarrow. Comfort in despair, And strict paranoia.

A childs memory, Broken and torn. Cowering in shadows, Fighting to survive.

Confussion mostly, Disturbed always. A tortured existance, Preying for a release.

The scars fade, But not enough to forget...

©1998

BEYOND THE SKY

I looked for god in the bottom of an ashtray I asked him how the sky could glow and how the wind blows. He told me not ask questions using words like wolves

I had a dream and smashed a bottle. The climate never changed for me Not even once Still i asked him again How does water flow and why do animals babble I got silence in a whiskey glass I turned and shattered the mirror

Through the smoke I swam No one answered any of my burning questions Just then a bag of ice burst freeing the irregular cubes. I guess I could slip and fall on that after i learn to walk

Who is blind in this world yet? And why am i alone in this room without windows and practical wisdom

Well god spoke out of turn now and issused some sort of commandment I said youre just a drill sargent,but he just kept spewing like a drunken sailor. A hired hand hiding in the dark I guess i couldnt hold a gudge,no one seems to communicate right anymore, not even god

The message is easily lost when the messanger commits suicide Maybe im just not listening to well Maybe i speak like a rusty gate twisting in the wind We'll talk again after i fade to black and leave a legacy or two for others to queery over and over after all

©2000

If I would've seen the light, I would've known to say good night,

Because you aren't quite the same, Because you just forgot my name,

I suppose I'm not what you'd thought me to be, I suppose I'm not what you'd expected of me,

You left and so I can not be whole, You left and so I can not repair my soul,

I made mistakes, an excess amount, I made mistakes, so many I lost count,

I guess I loved and I lost, I guess I didn't know the cost,

In my dreams I beg to you and prey, In my dreams I'll get you back some day,

Instead I know we'll forever be far apart, Instead I wait for the emptiness to leave my heart,

Still I want what can not be, Still I want you back with me,

©1998

FANTASTIC CRIME

breeching the veil between life and death

Spiritualists and The Eternal identity

vague Comments

Bias Myth And legend

Words to the dead

answers From the living

candid nature of diabolic souls

Imortal Passion Transfixed

eternal Rage transformed

saddness weighing down the spirit

love only exsists in a dreamscape

awareness lacking

Use doubt systematic

destroy what you can't comprehend

and live in denile

TRADE A NUMBER FOR A SCRAP OF SOMETHING

Can anyone restore faith?

A sonic marvel The booming voice of a form or worship No less impressive is the science of hate Primed with thunder Injected with static The battles rage The great structures of mankind shake A body of work destroyed The masters of marching go onward

So , Who can restore faith...?

©1998