ARIES MORNING

From morning's pit Grows the dark in wit Begins again the, "I don't know" Burns this fuse, slower than slow Relentless and unforgiving, I am worry Guilty, says prosecution, judge and jury Stomach is the mind Eroding thoughts, acid in kind Fear is the feast Indecision be the beast Brain lock to bishop's night Gut's delight Clenched fist for breakfast Food of the gods, fruit bearing nexus Paralyzed in wait Still birth of self hate Terror in decision Prayer for resurrection Choking the life from me Living the infants helpless fantasy Save me, light When brilliance comes, so goes colorless night On white horse, truth without sham Comes the illumination of, "I AM." © 5.31.97 Neil Strassberg. All rights reserved.

THE DAMNED

Putrid blanket Surrounding pasty tongue Falling up ladder Top to bottom rung Black dreams cloud the psyche Tending to loiter and brood Damn this shadowed mystery Clarity doth ever Elude Future tainted By screen of childhood past Fugitive beauty and happiness For the damned, never seem to last Awake cold With the sweat of failure's fears Contortions of expression Sour from pungent tears Awake again Drink of strengths intrepid wine Delivered from Egypt's bondage Well, perhaps till next time. © 5.21.97 Neil Strassberg. All rights reserved.

THIS CONDITION

Black is black White is white... Forgiveness free from contrite Ha, I say To utopia in this day. Gray is all All is gray Forget how to love Learn to forget Past lives hold future regret. Opium of the masses Consuming masses of opium Simplicity itself Solving all riddles of conundrum. Denial numbing soul Soul denying origins of grace Lifetimes trifled In the name of saving face. Smell of fear Fear smells of apathetic volition Who hath the cure The cure for this This...so nearly Human condition. © 9.14.96 Neil Strassberg. All rights reserved.

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BUG EYED BOBBY

Bug eyed Bobby boy Don't fuk'n call me Bob, he bled One look on this sucka's face Bestow on you Overwhelming dread. Society's new breed of blue collar man Got'ta plug sixty this week Eighty if I can. Waltzin' Matilda, this dudes wired No doubt in my mind My prediction... Addiction Got'ta abuse dat chemical The consummate modern in kind. Check out his mirrors All wired and shot Denial on denial by denial Just cuz his family still got. Got'ta be crank Cuz crack don't smoke like dat Get that boy a reality compass Fool don't even know where he's at. Feel for him? I don't Just sorry as hell, messed up and sad He ain't no freeway Ricky Ross That fool is my fuk'n dad. © 10.1.96 Neil Strassberg. All rights reserved.

HER FLAME

Pink aura of June sun Cast against my pondering this day Transformation held Within a sliver of it¹s ray My midnight star Her every breath Parting not the physical Even in Death Lies the power in magic Beauty within her very name Drawn helpless By her soul¹s incandescent flame. © 3.14.97 Neil Strassberg. All rights reserved.

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