From - Wed May 30 09:34:17 2001 Message-ID: <3B04F1C3.328CD6D2@clark.net> Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 05:56:19 -0400 From: Tiny Human Ferret Reply-To: klaatu@clark.net Organization: copyright 2001 all rights reserved -- non-UseNet transmission prohibited. X-Mailer: Mozilla 4.5 [en] (X11; U; Linux 2.2.17 i586) X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Newsgroups: alt.gothic Subject: Just a Note, Please Ignore Unless It's "For You" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit NNTP-Posting-Host: 206.214.47.4 X-Trace: 18 May 2001 05:56:28 -0400, 206.214.47.4 Lines: 159 X-Authenticated-User: tjh22isp Path: vienna7.his.com!206.214.47.4 Xref: vienna7.his.com alt.gothic:789222 I partied with the monsters They seemed to me not freaks They seemed to me just not quite men This path I did not seek Upon it nonetheless I trod With the inhuman kin I think of them as something Quite alike to, but not men. Their men they are unthinking Their men they are from Hell They seem but are not human but Their women dance quite well. To them I spoke of this and that And answers I received. I asked some Mighty questions and they tried to not deceive They answered me as best they could I took them at their word And if they spoke quite truly they just Can't be of our herd They gave me honest answers At least I think they did As best they could they told me true Nothing from me they hid The men are almost mindless The females rule, insane The males will follow them where'er However mad the game Among them only femmes had minds Howe'er derenged or sane But vicious logic without heart brought myself to shame To hear my own words spoken by a girl with earnest heart Heartfelt from her but made me feel a mutant man apart. What I think, and have thought she said With conviction -- that could make me dead For every sin she condemned was mine Though forgiveness and rescue were my Results of compassion. From her they were Condemnation and she told me that she Only spoke her soul thus to lovers and cops And I am no policeman and how could I love her Who said with such firm resolve that she would Pay no taxes so that slackers would grow fat Upon excuses, excuses I have made as has Every weak and senseless man who ever has sat Upon their throne of self-pity and begged Forgiveness of the system. Kill them all She said and I asked her, don't you know that Sodom, or at least Lot, was spared for The sake of one innocent or at least one without Guilt, from one hundred. And I asked who will decide. Lies, they all lie, she said. But what shall I do, Pretending to be the angel of vengeance as a role assumed I who could never be a cop because I know I am no angel I only tell such things, she said, to lovers or to cops And I am no policemen, and how can I love someone who Feeds me my own words as a horror to be decried I who hate the alien feasting upon, and better qualified for The fat of my land which is not much given to the native Any more though the fat of the land is fattening the rich Who cannot earn the gifts they've received through no fault nor Particularly nor through any effort of their own Denied to the poor for no matter their best efforts They shall not be paid by the rich who in their latter days Glory in the cheerful dispossession of the poor and Blame the victim as their creed She tried so hard to tell me I was an unworthy fuckwad. But her politics were mine. But as we introduced on parting And her hand clasped mine -- the only human touch I have had in years Her hand was not the hand of my kind and yet Solidarity was granted. Am I a cop? Or am I then a lover. I thought she hated me for a poor excuse Excusing the inexcusable but what am I Their men they seem quite thoughtles Their men they are from Hell They seem but are not human but Their women dance quite well. Her hand and mine, quite apart from the conversation We were kin, and not of kind and is this good? I think not nor did she, but we shook hands Aliens on the same side of a war None of us wanted but for which we both saw need Her clasp was not mine but a familiar one, and warm With a chill brought to both from old remembrance Her logic is not the same as that of my people But we share the same land, share the same sad thoughts Share the same enemies, share the same war. Upon the same land we are not kin nor kind Upon the same land our people cannot speak with sense in full Upon the same land we live Her hand was warm as was mine and to her hand Mine was as alien as her was to mine But I am not sorry that I took it and gave back the ritual grasp -- This is how we grab an ally, falling off of a cliff The two-thumbs hand. Fall not! Stay with me. I cannot speak to you You will not understand and you can tell me my own words and I will hear my own convictions parodied until My own convictions I must in horror abandon as Antithesis of What I Believe. Yet I believe it still because it was mine own Thought before I heard it come Nazi from your sweet lips. Sweet but sullied by mine own thoughts. Sour Forever, because you said them as I never could What are you? Who can do this to me I am not a cop, and you said that none would hear it from you But cops or lovers. How can I love someone who can put my words in their mouth So I can only hate them Or myself, or my own words even as I say and believe them Is this your magic? But I will remember the touch of your hand Alien But if you are falling from a cliff Warm Alien You shall not fall when I may hold you safe Alien Hateful My true mirror Shatter not, shatter not me Alien With the reflection of my hate For my own alien image, For the shame you have shown me I shall bear you up. I am not a cop. Their men they are unthinking Their men they are from Hell They seem but are not human but Their women dance quite well. -- copyright (c) copr 2001 TJ Hardman Jr all rights reserved. Re-transmission of this e-mail expressly prohibited. Non-UseNet re-transmission of this article is a willful violation of US Copyright Law and the Berne Convention. Statutory damages are $250,000.00 Whom thou'st vex'd waxeth wroth: Meow. <-----> http://earthops.net/klaatu/