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_ | \ | \ | | \ __ | |\ \ __ _____________ _/_/ | | \ \ _/_/ _____________ | ___________ _/_/ | | \ \ _/_/ ___________ | | | _/_/_____ | | > > _/_/_____ | | | | /________/ | | / / /________/ | | | | | | / / | | | | | |/ / | | | | | | / | | | | | / | | | | |_/ | | | | | | | | c o m m u n i c a t i o n s | | | |________________________________________________________________| | |____________________________________________________________________| ...presents... POetRIE by Obscure Images >>> a cDc publication.......1989 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- _______________________________________________________________________________ This is a small compilation of some of the poems that I have written in the last few months. There are more then these, but these ones were conveniently already typed. Most of these poems are experiments that I have done to help me relate to the real world. Rememeber; art is lies, form is evil, and most importantly of all, rhyming sucks. Poetry is not haiku. Poetry is not dramatic monologue. Poetry isn't Dada. Poetry is not anything. Poetry is YOU as an individual. The words on the page are not poetry until you experience it for yourself. Poetry is everywhere. Poets who squabble over form, style, rhyming, and other mechanics are pretentious fools who like to hear themselves talk. I do not apologize for anything in my poems, punctuation is simply there as decoration as I don't care really where it is. -Oi "Beauty must be convulsive or it will not be at all" -Andre Breton _Nadja_ ------------------- Hope fading fast Destruction iminent The global annihilation We all want In our private hearts Is drawing near. The time is up We've got thirty minutes left Say your prayers To your respective gods As for me I embrace the sweetness of oblivion ----------------------------- flowers. float softly to the pondlike grave, An uncovered pit filled with water. flowers rest on the surface a gloomy sentiment of rememberance wasted on a fool fool fool fool fool flowers --------------------------- Avarice in birds soars, But men can not fly. He wallows in greed, like a pig eating feed. Why must there be lust for a green piece of paper? They think sex is vulgar yet thrive on seeing people bleed what kind of culture is based on death while shunning life. SINKING IN THE MIRE OF OUR OWN STUPIDITY The time is at hand to start again To destroy the past before it destroys the future to stop the cycle of decay Do not stand in the way, my friends Or you will be destroyed like all the rest. --------------------------- hell isnt really that hot its cracked up to be what its not sure its a real pit but the only flames are those in the hearths at night hell can be quite cold if you are up north that isnt to say it doesnt get warm it does you dont have to search really hard for hell it's right outside your front door -------------------------- tra la la my dog ate your roses I'm not going to subject subject you to more of my dada ram-m-mblings at the moment. I would just like to say chucka chucka chucka dwango dwango dwango chucka chucka boin boin boin. Meet my friends, meet my family, they all have a hand in my destiny. Damn the roses and pull the stop. A rose is what I got, from my darling dead. A red blood rose coming from her head. It wasn't my fault that she stabbed herself. I didn't believe she'd really do it. I still thank her for that final flower flowing from her frame. Tra La La La La La ahhhhh. Boom Bang whubba whubba ching. It's halfway past the mating time for small animals named Bill. Bill Boring swine sheep sleep slam in the nocturne of my eroding sulleness. I need a lobotomy, I keep having these dreams, I wish I were fred. Fred is good. What if everyone in the world was named Bob? Everyone but me. I would be Paul, and I would be the last nonconformist in the pond. At least you wouldnt forget a name...ever. Ubu baby come swallow my friend hare. He needs a cleaning. Cleanser. Scratch Scratch. Rug rub swine. Hey Hey Cicce R U well? I B FIne If U will E E E Reads a ski. :L EEEKKE raped rodents followers rodents flowers bitebitebite tickle tickle wubba what. OI OI OI! the head is on the line, when will you find time when will you find time for love? ------------------------------ Sig Sig Sig My Flashing Forehead Feel Ye Sorry for the sparrow on the floor lest it rise up and maim your cat whollop me , banker, or I will have your wallet on my mantle bleed for me, bleed it green "Hey guy, I raped your sister before your eyes and then cut your throat, doo wa doo wa doo wa, shimmmy shimmmy hey!" Dali is dead. I am not happy at all. My Dog! WHY HAVE YOU FORESAKEN ME! Demons from my nostrils climb the face and enter the tainted eyeballs dont touch my skin. It isnt really there bend over and pick up that soap I'll grind you that peanut butter in my veg-o-matic Tear me apart with a pick axe I'm not really in the mind it JUstLooKs Likeit ##_apartforthepresentsyouwouldbeworthlesstotheclaws)) You will pay in pain pre-menstrual syndrome the pain is all mine i hurt with the battlemarks of my distant past the clawing out of my young eye glass bitten forehead screams for mercy there is no hope there is no hope there is no hope for the future there is no hope for the past there is no past there is no future there is only pain there is only pain there is only the dishwater of my imagination I am the one in control Please dont bite the hand that hits you rip it off rip me off (YeathoughIwalkthroughthevalleyoftheshadowofdeathiwillnotfearforthereisnohope.) I am held by something else something inhuman lest meat become maggotswarmed fill me with bitterness fill me with butter mess I'm involved in a greater reward by my green candle rip my hair off of my brow tell me there is no past tell me there is no future tell me what you will, I will refuse I will Refuse and defacate on my rat rat rat rat rat rat rat r=at r-a*t I'm involved in a greater reward 1000 dollars for the man who kills me Demonspawn rock my body stone my soul HIT ME HIT ME HIT ME HIT ME I HATE I HATE I HATE I AM FURY! ESTA ES UNA PARA LAS MUCHACHAS! Sucking the silt from the bottom of your river honey tellmewhy asshole my mind is clouded with the sins of my ants farming her cropland Irritate Irritate MY MIND IS THE STONE oF THE PEOPLE WHET WHET WHET WHET Slam bam thank you ma'am QuicksandASelpING ASPERTAME Yvette is my god BOB BOB BOB BOB RIP MY THROAT OUT SWINE! Art is dead God is art. You can never go home again you can NEVER go ((home))[{AGAIN}] Rip the foetus from the WOMB Barumba Barumba MECCA MECCA BOOM Don't tell me that my name is paul it is not Bruce. Sycamore The End Of Reality Is Near Broken Heads Crumble At My Feet Good Evening -------------------------- Traumatized Desperate Gleam Ripping open your skull Tunneling in your brain. Meandering Circumstance Killer Decoy The worms all dance On their feast of man The worms are crawling through The plate glass venue of your brain Your soul belongs to them Where is your beloved now? Why doesnt he save you? Scream Twist Taunt Wrist Scream Taunt Twist Wrist Why? -------------------- I was thinking "What can I do to illustrate the moment of illumination when your adolescent consciousness turns into an adult one, and how can I fit power tools into the picture" -------------------- Fortunately screams DROWN you in pools of noise. Gasping for silence only to gag on more. There is no escape. You are MINE. Thrashing and Frothing, In my deep brown eyes. You are mine. You are not in control, living as a swan. You are a puppet, yet I am a pawn. Slaving and slavering for your interest Burning my flesh for one healing glance from your powerful eyes Melting and reforming Internal blessing you are mine no. I am YOURS ----------------- _ /| There is no power in this world ___|___ \'o.O' greater then lies and manipulation. __|__ =(___)= ___|___ U | ------------------ My love is like a rusty nail. The bright crimson sweetness flows down its length when it cleanly punctures the deperate heart. Punctured and pure in the beginning Time causes it to fester leaving a rotting malignancy rotting through my heart. ----------------- I am drawing a picture, hunched over my drawing table- My head implodes. I am in the land of the gecko lizards. They swarm around me and call me god. I draw a picture of a dog. ---------------------------------- Your suicide was The fashion statement of the year. Everyone clamored to be like you. Conformists to the end. Ten million died before the trend changed again. ----------------------------------- The charcoal grey ruins of the small town in southern california, down a bit further then L.A., were full of broken memories. Twisted and mangled corpses lay on the ground, where the blast sent them in their final moments. I dare you to find any life here, all you will see is decay. A government test of a new terrorist weapon. A nuke the size of a ball-point pen. Small enough to fit in a pocket, big enough to gut this town. The town that was blown up to entertain the men in the occult pentagon of Washington. ------------------------------------- The secret behind closed doors. Five floors of death, doom, and party supplies. This store has everything a young arayan could want. Guns, bombs, blow up black men, and torture toys only a Nazi could love. -------------------------------------- I will traverse the lines that border insanity If only to save your soul. Insanity is reality seen through a child's eye. -------------------------------------- Metamorphosis ------------- The open wound spits out a burst of irridescent synasthetics, with the mirthful destruction that proceeds the creation of something new. Laughing a perverse little tune, the cobalt-blue landscape is plowed over by glowing, blood-red plasma. The molten life cools, turning brownish-red like the color of blood found on the scene of a day old accident. The crusting flow crumbles from within. A shape is formed, the supple curvatures cause the crimson light to flow from them like molten wax. The pink form stretches like a rubber band, and all is good. --------------------------------- A corpselike pallor came over my face When I saw you laying there, The gash in your abdomen spewing blood, I was ripped to shreds, As if I had fallen into a combine. At that instant I felt your pain. My life ended on the day that you died. ---------------------------------- I've been inflicted with the disease. It is not the one that shrivels your skin. It is not the one that rots your bones. It is not the one that makes your left hand fall off. It is not the one that is spread by sexual contact. I've been inflicted with the disease, the one that comes from the flag. God Bless America. Yeah, right. ----------------------------- Stop tearing me apart as if I were a plaything for a 2 year old. Stop fucking with my mind, like you do to all the others Stop taking advantage of me you filthy worm. Crawl back into your hole and drown. I'm not fishing you out this time. ----------------------------- There is no reason for the wholesale belief in the existance of a being of higher order. What good has there been that hasn't been done by ourselves? What evil has there been that we haven't done by ourselves? Thank you very much, Herr Jehovah, we're doing fine all by ourselves. ----------------------------- Take Take Take Take We all need to take from someone. The world is not give and take. There is only take. We all need to take from someone. There is only take. Take from my pocket and call it a gift. I'll take from your purse, and do the same. We beg, we steal, we heist, we borrow. Every single one of us. Anyone who tells you any different is a liar. A true thief is one that won't admit his thievery. These are the truths of the world, so live with them and take what you want, it's yours for the taking. -------------------------------- Razorblade kisses so sweet and so sour. how true indeed is that which cuts and bleeds. An honest wound , the gash that hurts but feels good. --------------------------------- I pledge allegiance to the flag of the united states of america and true to the republic for which it stands one nation under god indivisible with liberty and justice for those who can pay for it. ---------------------------------- I refuse to die for something I don't believe in I don't believe in my government. I don't believe in your government. I don't believe in the corporations that really rule. I will die for the things that matter. I will die for my freedom to speak as I wish. I will die for my girlfriend. I will kill for my belongings I will kill for my beliefs. I will kill and I will die, can't you see it in my eyes? ---------------------------------- Life is but a glimmer in the pool of twilight sewage. A stick in a vat of shit. Once in a while the stick comes to the surface, but it mostly is towed under by the turbulent currents that race through our lives. I'm drowning in a pool of rotting offal that was dumped from the people up there. If I can drag myself out I will kill them all. ----------------------------------- I will hold you down. I will tear you up. I will spit you out. I will take you in. I will love you. I will I will I will I will help you live. ----------------------------------- I was sitting under a table in an abandoned room, not a light in the house. Curled in the corner like an abused child. Too many people, too much hostility, I have failed. I lost face in a crowd of people. I must get away before I tear myself apart. Don't. Touch. Me. I. Am. Unclean. ----------------------------------- My nature isn't the green and yellow of the trees. My nature is the bloody red that flows around in us all. A young sapling chopped down before his time, Roots still forming, ready to engorge upon the earth. Blood runs down the hill from the sapling boy, forming a pool at the bottom. The ducks wade through, coloring their webbed feet crimson. A squirrel runs around the growing pool on its quest for a nut. A dog laps at the puddle for a moment, taking his fill. There is only the sounds of the birds performing their cheery little dirge. ------------------------------------- Haiku: Churning, Burning it. Water buffalo sitting. Rice paddies go grey. Tell Thee Thine Weasel, Wherefore art thou running to? Away from thee man. Wilting, Baking the obnoxious fumes that come from the steaming volcano. Escape thee rowdy Ramrod; Flee, into the still nighttime forest, flee. Ripe ( Into The Lake ) Spells of demonic charm wait to prey upon you. Waddle to the shore my friend, don't allow them to plant you like a tree. ------------------------------------ The Morning Air Sings w ith the che ery songs o f the birds . A breeze sways the m an-made tre e. The stre ets are sta rting to fi ll up. Hous es are rele asing their nighttime c aptives. Th e central square gathe rs up the aimlessly wa ndering people. The wh ispering of the formin ging crowd grows large r. A certain yearning is building up amongst the common rabble. A d oor opens , causing a r ipple in th e crowd.As if by magic, the crowd parts like the red sea. That is what they really w ant to see. The red sea. Figures app ear in the d oorway. A m an in black with a bibl e leads a pr ocession. T he second ma n is Sherri f Brown. Beh ind the ste rn police of ficer is th main attract ion. The ou tlaw Jimmy J ames. He ha s been found guilty of r obbing the r ich bankers of town. The crowds surg es around fo a gimpse of Jimmy's face . They just cannot see t hat he wont conform to t he visage o f terror the y all deman d to see. Th e group get s to the gal lows. Jimmy climbs up th e the stair s. Sherrif B rown motion s him to the knotted rop e hanging abo ve a trap door. The crowd chants. The s herrif takes hold of the lever an pulls. Jimmy gasps once a nd is left swinging in the wind ---------------------------------------- Revolution sways the flow of the psychic energy flowing from the inner beings that reside inside your head. Have lunch, lets do lunch, baby. Tell me where you keep your money. I'm dying to get away from it all. I can't stop the twitching in my toes, they are green green brown green with some kind of rotting disorder. Anarchist clubs, a contradiction in terms, group together, yet another contradiction, and smash small animals with large wet dogs. Trained seals die in an auto accident, they most certainly were drinking that ol Brazillian rotgut since they were preserved without the help of Mr Undertaker .......!!!STOP THIS SHIT!!!........ No , No I will not, you cannot stop these fingers that are typing through the mystical man from beyond my forebrain. Neural cortex, tasting like grey cheese spread on a bread of bloody skin. Watch out for the bones y'all. Head stompin' to that old time religion Whitemeat skin Chicken of the worshippers of the man down below. Ho Ho Ho, Old Nick Transfer the blame maybe the shame of the wholloping will tickle your memory. Maybe not. Kill or crunch, dive or bite the bullet. Take me from this evil land I need escape I need release Release me! ---------------------------------------------- Just For The Fun Of It ---------------------- The blue sky yawns, as the twilight creatures sink back into their homes. A peep of light, coming up from the horizon producing a red-orange mist to form at its edges. The yellow globe rises further into the sky , Burning up the mist easily. "Roger , High command. We've got a Defcon 2" The crevice in the far away mountain yawns and then closes it's maw, leaving the world behind. "Situation developing at an accelerated rate, Sir." "Move it down to DefCon 1." The planes are launched , the silos are awakened, all is in readiness. Children climbing from their wooly cocoons, their parents drinking their coffee, televisions turn on, to spout some useless garbage. "We interrupt this program for a special report. The Department of Defense has just alerted us that the Soviet crisis has accelerated to DefCon 1" Defcon 1 Defcon 1 Panic. Get the children to the basement. Stampede. Get out of town. "Sir, satelites see a launch." "Get me the president." "Yes Mr. President, we'll launch" Sending word to the silos. Defcon 0. Nuclear war. 30 minutes left. Highway is jammed. Evacuation is useless. Move out onto the lawn. Watch it all end. Star wars failed. They're all coming in. "At least we're locked up tight" Planetary fireworks show. Sure looked pretty on the satelite. Time passes, and the dust settles. One thousand years of recovery. The world is new again. A fuzzy little animal scurries behind a rock. --------------------------------------- dollarsigns signs dolldolldoll arsignsar I TheNew AMERICAN FLAG There is only Black AND WHITE no GREY AREA. you are all RIGHT OR ALL WRONG. THE LAW WORKS FOR THOSE WHO CAN pay FOR IT. The concept of the old flag is abolished. there is no justice. there is no liberty, unless your CREDIT iS Good... ----------------------------------------------------- The Running Days. Innocence dies in the street. A former friend lies on the road, Blood streaming from his eyesockets. Cleansing the pavement, Washing away the sins. With another sin. Just turned nine years old, He told the police what he saw. Gangboys gouged his eyes out And left him to die in the street. The RUNNING DAYS ARE GONE. --------------------------------------------------------- The twitching stops sometimes. It always starts again. I try to stop it, but it just keeps doing it. I gnawed on my arm for a while, Just to feel the blood flowing from me. I have no mind for repeating myself. Repeating myself. Repeating myself. My doggie likes the taste of blood, I must taste like a steak. ---------------------------------------------------------- The Beginning is the end, The End is near. Come over the river my friend, Let's kill people until the end is here. 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