Tomb Invader

brown poetry


FEAR’N’HATE Fear and hate Of knowing anyway Nothing I’ll be Some sad day Fear and hate Of not existing Anyway Nothing I’ll be any day Some sad day But not now Not today Not now No way No sad day I got urgency I love to live Don’t wanna leave That’s my old grief - our worst - All fear death All fear life One commits suicide When fears death less than life Full hate All feel hateful No not me I feel’n’see No not me I got urgency I love to live No not me I feel’n’see FAST ED Eddie's just fourteen and thinks he knows everything Have you seen... Poor King-Bee, hard bone. Where's your Queen? Is she twenty-one? Have you seen... Run. Run, run. Skip the sun. Take what's yours, rewards for bravery. Forget the poor and their brevity. Have you seen... Edward The First, the only one without error. But, for his thirst, The Knowledge Conqueror. Run, run, run, little one. THE TRUTH IS A POINT OF VIEW There's something beyond our eyes that cannot be touched... life's so good, why are you crying? life's so good, why are you dying for? - static dark brown marble eyes - If there will be changes, it's an open good question concerned to strangers, something sober to mention. Wisdom is fruit of doubt, says the old clever thought. life's so good, why are you crying? life's so good, why are you dying? - static dark marble beautiful eyes - - greyish blind - VOICELESS THOUGHT I don't care at all, you say but it's not true. You love her though it may be a bit wee blue. I don't care at all, you say but you're no bull. You do know it may be a bit wee dull. All she wants is all you do need too. All she feels is all you do still do. All you want is she near you. All you feel is she still blue. As you, but all mayn't be true. THE TROAD-POET IN: 'WORDS' Words words words words words; Words-words words words words words Words words words words words words words? Words-words-words! - words, words... - Words, words-words Words, words-words-words Words! Wor... Wor... Words Wor... INTOLERANCE - wild world - Dark night In souls Tough Sun's so high Clear night Moon light Souls die When beasts are free While wolves cry As hate is all you see: Surrender, or you'll die, They say in a smile, Strong and vile Clear night Sun's high Full moon Souls cry We just ask: Destroy the mask Obey, They say, Do your task, The tax to pay While beasts smile Dark night... in My soul, tho' Sun's so blinding Clear night, The sun's my Fool moon Soul's dive Beasts on fire Sunshine Wishful desire Mine Stop, we say But they forge the game Where things are always The same Dark night Moon shadow Nothing's fine THE VERY TRUE VALUE OF LYING The true is a point of view - it’s been said already- UNISON I wanna leave this place Wanna live this life in vain Wanna find a Soulmate To do live our dead lives of pain I wanna leave this town, Be together to be around We together to be one Because two is the feeling of feeling alone The rest is the rest, Children starving in danger, killers killing about, Thieves stealing strangers, And our greatest enemy Earthbound Make us all Bar none Die alone Die among Die along Die for long Dying the best Dying Always dying Dying for some One TO HIS FATHER'S MEMORY Don't forget the sun Don't forget the moon ... Don't forget me son Don't forget me soon ... says ... a phantasm of his father ... but he's never believed strongly ... in them ... DARK again & again you say the same again & again you feel the shame again & again you lie again THE IRRATIONAL CHOICE Only on us Only in us Moonshine Sunshine Moonshine Sunshine On Us In Us On Us In Us We feel We see We deal We did NOTHING - There's no bread, there's no rice, there's no bean. Go there Dodô, go! Say it to your father. And Dodô goes... - Dad, there's no rice, no bean, there's nothing! And Dad laughs... (dad, don't laugh don't laugh dad!) But dad laughs... - DAD, there's no bread, no rice, no bean, there's nothing! (don't cry dodô! dodô, don't cry) But Dodô cries... MODERN TIMES (at the magazine shop 007) I don't believe... The world's walking And me, aback staying Under the holiday's sun - hot - The city sleeps - empty of people - So, the streets seem more alive With few cars, few ants, And me I go to the shop downtown - national and imported magazines - I don't believe... The world is changing Or moving? I ask me - where to? When? 'Cyberspace's becoming reality!' And me? What am I becoming? Is this the future of which I've been dreaming? Cellular, data-programmed, interconnected? Inter-Connected? What are the legitimate values? The future is a reality when you: are in; think of; It? Nothing sounds more absurd Than the absurd itself In the shop, profuse cocktails of facts, Photos, gossips, and other entertainments Computer Programs, Sex Appeal, Guitar Bands, Fashion Views Of the Marvelous World Of The Forms, More and more lacking in good contents Magazines from the most varied sources to the most varied ] Occupying the same space at the same time. Now, Many very beautifully styled by computer, The most ingeniously stupid machine made by man Yes. It will take care of our lives, But don't let it take the lives of all Just an instrument, mere tool In service and trivial pleasure to men The beauty. The newest young belle in the magazines. Just beauty Well ornamented by the bourgeois finesse Peels, peels, and more peels. Only Soft skins without sores. Smiles What's there inside? Nobody knows Or cares much about Escapism, fugitivism of future-immediatism But don't let just the peacocks have the word Words about forms, forms, and forms only "Formalizing" aesthetics of the social character Metricated like they were classic poetry, Men, women, children, and teen-boring-agers beautifully Hardened to the divine photographic moment Ideas? Weak in sense but persuasive And the children, the most easily enticed By the astute mercenaries of the intellectuality, Of the human disgraces, programmers of the society Of cyber-ants, inter-connected, beautiful, and slaves Consume the latest mega-computer before it's too late or You'll be a- Back - vultures - The quantity (of bytes) will overcome the quality (of life) (?) The ugliness, the miseries of this reality in open sores Are insignificant articles disposed in columns, words Not to be understood but only to be read and misread Demagogically by the Fashion-Politically-Correct-Society Modern, of first world Forget all of these stupid little things we've got in mind!] But my English is not good It always tries to express something More than the 'dance-dances' and 'I-love-yous' In the attractive fashioned rhythm. On the radio. In the streets] I do not believe Is this the future? Our present? I feel more and more isolated Suffocated, more and more tied to a past, Dreaming of the maturity of the whole humankind The poetry, One of the few pleasures that try to clarify something Don't let them exterminate all the reasoning and it will be there] In the hearts, in the minds, waiting - living... I didn't find what I was looking for at the magazine shop - national and imported ones - I came back home with a bitter taste in the mouth, Thinking about the mathematics of the forms and of the means] VITAL LINE I am not an angel at all. Nor a demon in soul. Just one not led. Someone sad. - not mad - As thousands, astonished. Lost? - in mind? - Wrong? - the most? - Blind? - for long? - Wise? No Who am I? Just an ordinary guy