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scaredy cat
i aint scared of dying ive been to ayresome park i aint scared of powercuts i can skin up in the dark i aint scared of ghosts and ghouls i smoke weed in the bath i aint scared of goblins goblins make me laugh i aint scared of a crocodile i aint scared of two i aint scared of snakes or death and i aint scared of you i aint scared of the evil dead i aint scared of tigers i aint scared of god or jail and i aint scared of spiders i aint scared of nothing |
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what you are
i am the tallest tree now with nothing to do but grow up and up and up into the time scorched sky as impatient as anarchy i am a brand new curriculum invented by the strange boy in 3c i am escorted to the head teachers office by the f.b.i discussed by ringwraiths and doctors in pre~arranged rooms i am the information and the need for suppression i am the unstoppable force of love i speak truth and save worlds dissapear into niceragua meet dissidents, thieves, mystics i learn of the future and of the past and i am here and now and everywhere i am on new york subway talking to old yellow man with newspaper i am whispering into his future news of changes and he is listening i am a marajuana deal i am the first inklings of endless possibility i am a crow sleek black with secrets i fly away and watch from the rooftops i am seen by a man in a clockwork town i see beautiful things i am a quiet librarian who knows too much i ask the question is it illegal to tape documentaries i am interested i am cat full of scorn and affection and cool grace i am as wild as the sea i am biology i am grafitti i am a poem the boy in 3c will not accept sanity as it stands and falls i am dead beaurocracy burnt red tape i am food for everyone i am invisible in brazil and watch two gentle painters believe in their utopia i am the impossible that is impossible to exist i am cosmic alignments i am the shadow of the moon i am a locust i am the ignorance that teaches you lies i am the truth i am a mad phone call in some early morning i am governments watching you and all that you do i am lenins ghost i am a silver green alien beneath your television i am a suitcase full of stolen childhoods i am the end of war i am the c.i.a picking its nose i am not to blame i am jesus being hunted by the law yet again i am the ass of the law i am a startling question i can enter dreams change landscapes eradicate hunger i am ten minutes of oliver stones mind i am a new book a profound thought a sunflake i am direct action possible i am insurrection and discontent i am subversive i am apathy and kill myself i am the rabbits i smile at you in your mirror where you are not sure i am your beauty and your beauty will make its choice i am coming soon i am a new world i am prophecy and majic i am him i am the emporers old clothes i am government power i am out of debt i am freedom i am in russia learning all there is to know about cold fusion i am society i am god i am the jigsaw puzzle maker i am peyote dreams i am the bringer of food to hungry children for this is what i must be the boy in 3c does not love big brother i am little brother i am true warrior armies going against hatred and this tragedy of anti~nature i am your desire to make love i am liberation and not yet free i am enough food for everyone i am the tallest tree |
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song from the sea
got a song about a father sailing somwhere out to sea hoping someone might just miss him tie a ribbon round a tree knowing noones gonna miss him and just as lonely as can be got a song about a mother a new born baby on her knee as she wonders of a husband sailing somewhere out to sea and her tears are like the ocean and life is never fair and the baby needs its bottle and the lady she dont care got a song about a marriage that got broken like a bone and a boat that sails somewhere leaving two lives all alone got a song about a baby crying hungry on a knee with a mother who cant see her and a father she wont see |
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misfit
thats him wild eyes bottle in his pocket holes in his shoe you dont know him but he knows you thats him wild eyes needle in his pocket blood in his nose wheres he from nobody knows but thats him unshaved cares not unwashed bloodshot empty bottle junkyard stare knock knock nobodys there move along misfit on your bicycle |
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crack poem
my mirror is cracked and so is my cup my ceiling is cracked im cracking up theres cracks in my windows theres cracks in my door theres cracks in my drainpipe theres cracks in my floor theres cracks in this story my watch face is cracked and there are no cream crackers and thats just a fact theres cracks in my bath tub theres a crack in the sky this poem was not all it was cracked up to be and nobody knows why |
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today
once i was bigger than a mountain and i will be again throw my whiskey to the dying and take my chance on me i am here and have asked my questions and i am the life of those questions nobody could answer them but for a few the mad few and i am left in the unanswer lost to the truly weak who would circle me in the wolf pack of their own lovelessness (we coulda won an election by now) so all alone in knowing better things i find my place and begin to enjoy it you will know i am here and children will eat your zoos will dissapear and the animals shall resume their love of the sky i will stand tall like a mountain and destroy fear i will be glad of my bread and glad that i am up ther with the few who know really truly know that children should eat and children shall eat and the impossible world shall be glad that i grew like a mountain and did not crumble away in falsehood or fear i am the strongest sense of everything no thing shall touch me or take away my smile and i will feed the seagulls and dance glad in the ways of the wild of the sea dave rosen sunday 15th august 2004 |
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