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Phucked Phreak Production Vol 20
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* April 21 Phucked Phreak Productions Vol 20 *
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Poems, Poems, Poems
By
J o H n C o N s T a N t I n E
A Cabalistic Question
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"Who Amongst ye dost worship a vengeful God?"
"If it is ye then ye be damned for a doG, doG."
"Reverse thyself and know what thou art truly."
FAITH
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Nothing Rots forever.
Already I feel your disease.
Your fetid breath assaults my senses,
blowing hypocritical babblings
of God, of Christ.
"Our Saviour."
Yours pal, not mine.
Chest heaving,
lost in a sea of pain,
the dying engine of apocalypse slows,
periodically stopping,
dangling relief just out of reach.
Then mercilessly the demons injects life
into your wasted soul.
Four times now,
just one more left.
Each time stealing something else,
a moment, a limb, our happiness, your eyes.
Saving for last
your mind.
They want you to watch... No,
to wallow in your own destruction.
Gladly you oblige,
calling it "faith in god's will."
i.e. S U P P O R T E U T H A N A S I A !!!!
The Hermit
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The hermit sits reposed
upon a mountain pinnacle,
high above
this sea of storms.
Within his heart he wields
a six-rayed star, a lantern,
overflowing with love,
shattering the porcelain sky
as he looks down
upon the conquered serpent.
He is a beacon
to the weary climbers
far
below.
Dreams
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Passing moments, fleeting instants
of clarity.
Eternal hours of intense fear or....
undying pleasures.
Private worlds, endless surrealities.
Where sultry snow is possible and
possibility is limitless.
Isolation
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Alone,
Because of what i could not.... did not say
I am sitting in the cold writing
to my notebook.
Instead of speaking to you.
Frigid air
rather than your warm breath, caresses my cheeks.
The purple color of frozen flesh
creeps up my fingertips
moving towards my heart,
As I recall the impenetrable fortress.....
that was your smile.
The Five Senses of A Pariah
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Lonliness.
Alienation.
Outsideness.
Staring from afar
through an infinitly thin glass pane.
Like a photgrapher
Who does not participate but only records,
A copy machine mindlessly spewing forms,
A satellite in orbit,
Or a T.V. junky,
Hearing through stethoscope ears,
Seeing through telescopic laser beam eyes,
And feeling,
Smelling,
Tasting,
Nothing
But what imagination cruelly supplies.
Rat-Man You and Me
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Like a rat
in the behaviorist's cage
he does his duty:
runs the maze
mindlessly.
He presses buttons,
pulls levers, climbs ladders,
all in hopes of
avoiding an electric shock,
tasting a bit of food,
or hearing a pleasant sound.
You and I are that rat
although you do not realize it.
But for you there is no cheese
at the mazes end.
Midnight Duel
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In a dream
I became powerful.
Drunk on dream-wine,
I challenged Reality to a duel.
He arrived at high-moon
in the guise of a thick newspaper.
He offered no resistance as my disposable dragon
withered his dry leaves.
I woke
Up.
Only to hear the morning delivry
thump against my front door.
Chain
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Staring at the smooth surface
of the jade Buddha,
A strong urge to string him
about my heart arises.
Thinking carefully,
I realize there is no need.
He resides already within my heart.
Death-Trip Blackout
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Small needles of ice
dig deep within my mind,
injecting liquid indigo,
blackening my vision.
Currents of blackness swirl
like an oil spill within my brain
causing all processes of thought
to come to a grinding halt
except of course for the one
far off,
the one watching, the one composing
in terror.
It calls out
screaming
for a sort of spiritual pillow
to take away the pain
as it too is engulfed in the void.
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John Constantine
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