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
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