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11 November 1994

my call to this Omnipotent generation:

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

 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