Page 4 Conversation With the Masses By John Burd Creator of wonder Shake me from my material post I am not afraid to die What goal accomplished? Which one did you want? Did you want me to tell the others, Oh wise one? Shown them I have Material will get you nothing But an early grave, dear sir. Deaf ears Man made so imperfect As to follow the masses and not reason Just as predicted Given the outline of the end, We sit and wait. Helpless to the inevitable In fighting we give up material A fate worse than death to them sir No attempt to prolong life Is that why they don’t want to die? Never to part with worldly collec tions Oh, the neo-economist's heaven What a surprise for them, ah... Depart with but soul we someday must. What goal accomplished? "Bought a God-damned big car" Oh, for shame Have not cleaned one s soul for the travel But have it laiden with voilent treasures We must place all soiled soles to gether What goal did you want, creator? How is the gift of life to be used? Manipulate and destroy nature to our liking? Didn't think so. To only enjoy is hedonic pleasure We drink to pay the next day We don't want it to be free Dare you suggest happiness is free? But how slight the mark-up on lib erty .. A life without greed Please Such talk a weak heart can not bare You are but dust To which I have breathed the gift of life To learn and enjoy To share, experience, perceive And how do you repay me? You pick at and destroy Malice towards all life including your own The most fascinating discovery of life and companionship (O TT (& (U tt i W Of lifelong learning experience, a quest tout quest for perfection is misdi rected ~ You study material That which holds you back Material you will eventually leave behind You rind it more fascinating The dead and the creation of more dead Oh give me the hard job of creator You get your kicks from mass de struction I warned you what to look out for What to respect Why do you give in? It was to right 'lnevitability' was a threat Sold out to greed Why children? I created you to enjoy Experience as a free pleasure Only labor involved is that of friendship You inflict harder labor upon yourselves, you fools Adam only bit the apple of greed It's not all over Stomp the greed from your life Show its virtues to all you know Convert others thru example Don't work at it Show that it can be done Show a free soul to others Sle shall follow you w but deny Get used to it If the established greed delivers a fatal blow Your pure quality attracted the op posite Enter with the cleansed soles Show freedom Show liberty Show it till death A safe goal a goal as man can per ceive The truth I will not reveal To conform to the masses You share their contempt Not their ability to love What is the goal you ask? What is it not? Should I ask you to destroy my fragile creations? The gift was to enjoy their beauty Instead you ask for more petrol I gave you everything you needed For an eternity of discovery Material for infinite soles,while mortal, to exist Instead of treading it as a millenni um of plenty You use it as a high acres You expressed your want for pun ishment Be punished you will If you claim what you do in my name You have listened to interpreters of my word Most have bought into greed And changed my words to suit Some of the hard choices are true By voiience I include violence to wards other creations He who models his life after the prince of peace Shall live in peace Drawin By Brian Stone Reclining figures Stylish fetishes Beyond tomorrow I do not want to see Lost forever In a foggy haze Someone help me Out of this maze I cannot see I'm not alive Spiraling downward Lifeline decreasing The end is oh so near Moments past Lives lived It's not worth it anymore Slowly fading Feeling translucent Transparent Invisible, no one can see Right-side inside Wrong-side outside of me Fully aware of my surroundings In my temples End the pounding Quiet is ever resounding All around me Silent sorrow Forever present I cannot find an end Where is the reason Where is the cause Where is the forethought Lifeblood spills Rouge drops On plush carpeted floors Cuts boil The terminant evil Out of the veins Draw the curtain ian April 1989 ttlefield iy John Burd I don't know what it is I don't know where they are It can be as harsh as a whisper As gentle as a car As painful as a feather As ticklish as a bee Necessity of human nature Goes unbenounced to me In recent praire battles Fought without the dove Soul funeral if left out On the battle field of love No to Drugs I wish all these cigar smoking beer drinking, caffeine crazed alcoholic conservative hipocritical bastards would stop telling me how to say "No" to drugs. Own Curtain Cut the cord The show has ended No longer on stage No longer for all to see My life has been taken Taken away by me Choked thoughts Unspoken words Still shudders Screams in fevered pitches Sitting, starring At the comer Unable to speak Alone in myself Alone in understanding You think you know how I feel Live how I have Feel how I've felt Deal with what I have dealt You cannot possibly understand Invisible to all See through me Not so shallow Look deeper Deeper into me Into eternity No reason No cause No discussion Split blood Mine own to see Dripping off of shadows For all to view Not a thought hidden Not a part unknown Why won't everyone Leave me alone.
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