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Damned Fucking Shit! | | Title: Dr. Techno's Poetry #1
Issue #44 | : Date: 10/13/94
Editor: Access Denied | . By: Dr. Techno
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Dr. Techno's Poetry #1
Come with me and travel into an unconventional mind set. A journey throught
the neurons of a man who is now entered into a reality controled by thoughts,
not by the physical world.
deep perplexities
locked beyond the door of imagination
trying to escape
the mind shattering truths
they control the future
thery are the ancients
locked in imagination
I am looking at this monitor
The complexity of life
the wondrous imagination
chained to a cell
music emanates
people watching
waiting for the hero to pass
all gasp in exultation
waiting for Christ
people sit at their table
they wait
for a saviour
that might not exist
but life does
it control us?
we control it.
it feeds from us
we
flying like elephants
running like birds
hoopping like flowers
everything is nothing
nothingness in everything
that exists
what exists?
nothing does
but, so does everything
thoughts give us a reason
for the season
maybe not
powerful imagination
fuels the engines
of reality
the masses are ruled by asses
by computers
by themselves
create what should not be created
relate what should not be related
in a state of belation
I flee from the Graces
I see troubled faces
on the backs of turtles
I am a frog
I am a tree
nature is us
lets let ourselves be
watch in horror
as the day unfoldss
just one day closer
to a place we call home
while others roam
on the foam and highways
buffalo and indians
in the distance
imaginations at the camp fire
the priestess is on the altar
wearing the proper attire
war rages on
in the northern front of our porch
in the kitchen there is peace
for the rooms of our lives
may contain us
we can fly and inspect
the sacred ground
a penny drops but doesn't make a sound
we travel in time but we stil
get older
I run into Hercules as he throws a boulder
above the rim
of the deep green sea
sits a girl
dressed in black
she weares a cross
her face in shite
we don't know what happened
but we feel her plight
we see her gaze
thgough the mist ridden haze
a powerful sea monster rises
and approaches the maiden
she awakes in a castle
and gazes out a window
she spins her thoughts into
a beautiful mural
500 years later they spring to life
as those in strife
struggle with life
I fell the hunger
my thirst corrupts
the otherwise innocent
what has happened now
has happened in the past
what of the future?
right now, it doesn't exist
all that is reality is the past
the present is uncertain
the future unknown
how can we know of
the forbidden fruit
an old man walks quietly down the street
he taps his cane
he looks down at his feet
an old woman rocks in her chair
she remembers the days that are no longer there
as I look at them they seem to materialize
maybe it's us in 50 years
or a previous incarnation
of molecules within our imagination
a girl and her family leave for a trip
they have lots of fun
as they frolic in the sun
but don't look
at it, it's not for us
that which has never meant to be beheld
by mortals
to realize it is dangerous
to behold in a world of possesion
by demons and objects
is it material?
the feeling I feel
growing within me
growing on trees
flying on angels
being stung by bees
I enter a cavern in search of the truth
looking for reasons were there is no proof
Once and awhile I'll enter a room
The room will contain me
but let my thoughts escape
the physical universe need
not be a limit
for we are capable of the incapable
in the room in the cave
the masses we rave
jumping in glee
reality we flee
to counter violence
you call for peace
to overcome insanity
you call for reality
does the opposite hold true?
is anything real
maybe just a dream
to counter peace
we preach violence
are we trying to escape sanity
by trying insanity
dreams come true
the truth is ending
the dreams have all been born
reality changing
as time is stopping...
written by Dr. Techno sometime in the spring of '94
I would like to know what you think about this. If you have some free time
send me some email at
DjDt@aol.com
avuolo@execpc.com
jav@alpha1.csd.uwm.edu
I would also like to read exchange/poetry with you. If you have anything
please send it to me.
peace
DjDt (Dr. Techno)
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