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11 November 1994
be afraid be very afraid
as you storm the world with your mighty guns
each day choosing a new vacant lot to house your war games
don't you see that after destroying there can remain no House
only walls and empty stare wells
(and maybe a few discarded elbows)
be afraid be very afraid
as you storm the white house with your borrowed paints
of blood
that can change the color of the world
with power greater even than Death was granted
don't you see that this force is stolen
and in the hands of a vagabond it will turn
to swallow you
be afraid Be Very Afraid
as you storm the streets and schools and people with your purchased image
of Immortal Manliness without weakness
without fear
don't you see that these subdued realities
are flourishing in a pit and will soon erupt
to engulf the paltry shadow you've become
Copyright © 1994 Charles Fry
Here's one for ya. go find yourself. late again skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun où es-tu dim Mornings in the underground memories squirming on the bath room ceiling open the faces on the side walk pass me by life and living Song of Peace from Time the Mountain My Father so i painted a red cross on my chest my living eulogy my plastic house alone again frustrating the Song of my heart as it grows and changes In Dark Brick Dungeons clanteba mortillia Lonely is my call to this Omnipotent generation: friend (and, by now, even brother) my PCC Our Garden Cognoscente The Home careFree the Children full moon if I were a Painter For You Caterpillar March Prison As I Went Walking Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts Departure or The Falling Apple Peace