A FEW SPECIAL POEMS WRITTEN
BY KEITH GIBBS
(MADMAGICIAN'S SON)
CAT
My cat is a demon
It's heart is all black
It has a long tail
And has rodents for snack
It screams and it wails
It wakes up the night
It lives in the darkness
Refrains from the light
It's cruel and it's mean
With it's vicious cat grin
And sometimes it seems
The incarnate of sim
It jumps on your bed
In the middle of night
And it meows off it's head
Just to give you a fright
Though it spills litter
And does things like that
You must embrace evil
And love your sweet cat
UNREQUITED AND WAITING
Love me please, I DO imploreR Affection I thirst, I need more
I flirt and I smile, you are one of my friends
You seem a companion, is that where it ends
I too have dreams, mine are the same
But mine are of you playing that game
Though our lives pass year after year
When will you realize I am right here
Pissed off and Determined
Judge me! Judge me! Can't see inside!
Shut up, pissed off, I want to hide!
Show you, Don't hare you, I see what you mean
Hindsight, not foresight, envy is green
Festering, raving, getting stronger within
Vengence is natural.... Denials is sin
Want to do betterm don't want you there
Cranky and moddy, Don't know and don't care
Madness makes my mind lucid. Insanity is free
Come friends, comfort, go crazy with me
First impressions are falsehood, Cannot be me
Feel, dont suppose, now how can you see?
Writing in verse that i can't take this crap
How am I, I am how, Do you feel this too?
Headache, I'm dumb. Spend my time with you
Nervous, so nervous, It's conspiracy!
Having fun. Your leaving me
Happiness is subjective. Some get pleasure from pain
I got it out of my system, now I'll try it again
SUB-ATOMIC TERROR MACHINE
It eats our bones, hate it brings,
It grinds us into wordly things
Like bikes and meat and doolar bills
It mutilates, it shoots, it kills
It feeds us with it's ghostly trash
Like color TV"s and bubble bath
It wants to kill you, make you die
It wants to see your children cry
It;s man made and swueky clean
The industries, they think it's keen
it mows us down just like it should
And makes us all consumer goods
On those who care, it loves to snack
Processes them and shoots them back
It makes them new and finely wrought
Incapable of love or thought
What is this horrible machine?
Who made it THIS corrupt and mean?
It's all within us; it likes to feed
This deadly grinding box is greed
PLASTIC EMOTIONS
The sunshine is high and
Everyone's smiling
Marching to work
Though it's like labor camp
Big plastic grins
Covering up sins;
Smiling and chipper
Though their eyes are all damp
Crying inside
That's what they hide
Too worried about
What other's will say
Can't show the pain
Can't cry like rain
Just keep it in
It might go away
ARE YOU PATRONIZING ME
You needn't humor me, crafty young dear
You think i am crazy but I'm entirely here
You needn't nod and say "well that's nice"
you needn't say "maybe" to my insound advice
I may be different, I may seem quite strange
You needn't smile and start to estrange
I wonder if you listen to what I do say
Are you disturbed by me; should I go away?
We shared opinions from time to time
is it my thoughts that rattle your mind?
Why do you seem so cautions and quick?
Do you intend to beguile and trick?
Why do you smile and then slink away?
Do you fear the things that I say?
NIGHT PARTY
Wired on soda and birthday cake
Late at night but we're still awake
Music jamming nameless crap
Our eyes are bloodshot; need a nap
Across the basement is the girl next door
She's giggling-dancing 'cross the floor
Friends are chatting, laughing at the night
In the midst of the lamp's black light
Like craven vampires, oh wicked night
We'll turn to ashes at the break of light
The music is plenty and the girls are fine
I guess I'm having a wonderful time
Losing consciousness, I cannot see
Blood-sugar's high doesn't matter to me
Moon is full and we're having fun
Flirting with girls 'till the party's done
DREAMER
Hush me, a lullaby
I am almost asleep
My dream thoughts sing to me!
My heart is deep
Deep needing filling
I doze and I lie
I whisper sweet nothings
In my mind's eye
I'll always be dreaming
I'm never awake
i pray for the sunrise
And the new day to break
IN PROTESTING THE LIFE-CYCLE OF
THE GARDEN VARIETY HUMANOID
'1' I want to paly all day
I want to laugh all day
Let's go all the way
I'm young and i want to play
I don't want no school today
I want it now and right away
I want more and all my way
I want the sun I want to play
I romp and stomp and jump and play
Let's waste the day without dismay!
Hey, I'm young I'll waste the day
'11'
I don't want to fight no more
I don't want to bleed no more
I drop my gun to the floor...
The children die in wicked war
Firebomb-flash- and then no more
I killed my soul and killed some more
The smoke, the death, the hate the war
Lead flies through the jungle floor
Guerrilla warfare's at my door
The death, the pain, the screams, the gore
I cry for friends that are no more
There's no glory in this war
Mines and wire and blood and gore
The echoed screams of those no more
Dead of pain on distant shores
blood in pools on the forest floors
Skulls and bombs; can't take no more
I feel corrupted to the core
I looked a life in the horrid war
'111'
I'm going to die some day
And I'm going to waste away
Too damn old to see anyway
Cancer's gnawing my life away
There's nothing more I have to stay
I want you here to sit and stay
The end is close to me today
Death's gray hands aren't far away
I've played the part I had to play
The whites and the lights turning gray
Goodbye, I've died and gone away
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