Poetry Across the Span

First Glimpses of Meaning (cont.)

Hip Hop Dream

Shake, shiver, jive, roll...
Cool hip, man!
Taking toll
On boys and girls whose sole intent
Is drowning themselves in music sent
Through mounted speakers on the walls
Surrounding multi-coloured, spotlit floors.

He swears that he'll be dancing when he dies,
She swears that she'll go by his side.

To dance, to sleep. No more.

A Case for God

Mr Magoo leans on his cane,
Reciting madly, again and again,
"I don't exist and yet I do,
Because I'm real to believers in Mr Magoo!"

The Arrogant Many

In many facets of school life,
Arrogance is running rife.

Although not everyone's to blame,
People exist who play the game-

Where they're A-1, and they alone,
Sit on their self-devoted throne.

Students, teachers, authorities:
Legends in their own fantasies.

Imposing themselves on other beings.
Forcing the 'lesser' ones to believe-

'Numero Uno' is here to stay
And no-one else is as good as they,

Or beautiful, or string, or smart, or cool.
I'd like to stand up, call them tools,

But all I hate in them I see,
Is something I can find in me!

Poem

Whispering breeze, you tell sweet lies
You promise so much
But you hide from us your icy blast
Two-faced wind you comfort then kill
Where is your heart and soul?

You suit your action to your whim
You live your life of hyprocrisy
In ignorance of your cardinal sin
Mighty, evil or benevolent you may be
In the end, you are only wind to me.

Spiritual Expansion

Play the game of spiritual expansion
There's many different ways
There're many different levels on which
You choose to live your day

Your options are as follows:

Worship your guru and follow his wisdon
Live to his word and be part of his dominion

    If you live by the sword, you will die by the sword,
    If you live by the dollar, you will die by the dollar

Worship yourself and you close your eyes
to the poor of soul and material's cries

    If you live by the self, you die by yourself
    If you take out an eye, you will lose an eye

Worship God and live to his word
So that his wisdom can be seen and heard

    If you live by God, you die beside God
    But you'll live forever for your life's endeavour.

Live and love, grow and show
Expand yourself spiritually
And you'll be shown
The bliss of living a life of good
The life God thought we really should

Live by anyone but he
And you'll not grow up spiritually
With the Holy Spirit in your soul
But rather, there'll expand a hole
Of blackness filled with flashes of hate
You'll be knocking at hell's gate
The gate beyond which hate is pure
Suffering is painful to endure
Truth is hidden and love destroyed
The Devil's toys will play with you

Poem

Still I search with blind and misguided eyes
Still I walk the path I so much despise
When I stand among the unknown
The fears rise which I am told
Are unnecessary, for I cannot be hurt
Beyond death.

Beyond death...
    I feel?
    I search still?
    I meet my maker!

But I am still here...
    And I still live in fear.

And hypocrisy.

May I crawl out of my shell of these human failings
And into the arms of the comforting mother
And into the words of the comforting father
And into the light

My companion to be, the search is my destiny?

Do I get to share it with a friend,
The special one who chooses to share with me?

God dictate my destiny.
I place myself in the hands of thee.

So why do I wil look for the mask which pleases
To qualify one for eligibility?

Poem

I'm back and I'm slime.
Madness incinerates my purity
Welcome to the crematorium of Mark
Burn! Burn! Burn! Trying to sound demented
It's fun to have abandon, short term emotional overdrive
Emotions lie, time is lost, the wheel spins around
You're already under the ground

Melbourne Gathering

The first night, the test
Something new, something quite unexpected.
The trial by loneliness, exiled to my tent
I was alone, and yet accompanied - carried - by hope, and faith
That's what it is like
On an island.
The emotions overwhelm, leaving you pitiful,
In desparate need of female comfort
( to take advantage of? )
    The dreams are dying
    The dreams of promise which hang on to every word and smile
    Which burn as memories burn, and die as memories die
    And time flails on.

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Document last updated 16 April 1997