Jan 04 2009
A Poem
Scream, free, freeze.
Dance, sing, love.
Foretell, freedom.
What have we to freedom, so hidden in the darkness.
Power, fear and insecurity.
What are we other then monsters.
Born from death, to be death.
Death governs us neither.
We be not poison,
Poison is alive, it spreads and kills.
We find and kill.
We need not search because our eternal condemned world is full of harmless animals.
With beating hearts and dancing eyes.
They say we are beautiful but they fear us.
Beauty is fear and fear is beauty
We say they are so frail and tasty.
Innocent and alive.
Innocence is hidden and in the hidden is life.
Life oh golly life.
