Alone

Firemen burn and books aren’t allowed

Everyone here is one of the crowd

No diversity nothing out of place

How could this happen to the human race

Where all is one and one is all

Eventually everything here will fall

The screaming jets overhead

In a split second we could all be dead

Does anyone care does anyone know

To all of them life is a show

In which every day is a scene

So why not be stupid and all around mean

What is life but a step before death

I try to speak but everyone is deaf

To the truth and right

I try with all of my might

I can’t get through

I feel I’m under a giant shoe

It’s crushing me more and more each day

How can I go on living this way

I used to be like them

I really did you know

I was an actor in life’s great show

But that is over and I’m on the run

Because I’m here to spoil their fun

All I want to do is go home

I hope I’m not alone

1999


Fire

Yellow and red

Living not dead

Vibrant and clean

Joyous sometimes mean

It cleanses it burns

Books to ashes it turns

A beautiful picture

Flowing and free

That is the way fire is to me



B        because of them we are different, they have an

O       overpowering wealth of knowledge, contained

O       on the pages inside, and they

K       keep the opinions and beliefs of individuals alive while

S       saving society from death

1999


Mechanical hound

It slept but did not sleep

Lived but did not live

Gently humming gently vibrating

As light pours in from an open window

Shines on the copper and steel and brass

Of the faintly trembling beast

The creature quivers gently

Gently on it’s eight legs spidered underneath

It’s neon green/blue eye bulbs turn on faintly

And like a low whisper it growls

Silently it searches for prey

To extend its needle into

The thrill of the hunt

The thrill of the kill

In less than 3 seconds the hunt is over

It’s lightening quick reflexes take control

And after the prey has been injected with the poison from the needle

It lay back down waiting

Silently waiting

1999


Montag

He used to fit in and be one of the gang

That all changed when clarisse asked his name

She brought to life all his questions inside

And nothing on earth could hide

His curiosity, his pride

He read the books he burned

The more he read the more he learned

Until he could no longer understand

What had happened to the drummer in life’s band

He killed a man and a mechanical hound

He was on the run until he found

Some refugee’s some people from the past

Maybe now he could learn more at last

The bomb was dropped the city was dead

Now he can listen to the stories and keep them in his head

1999