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. . due to them?Yet-he's dead, alive.
If only one spark of understanding remains?Peace can be achieved, with little problem.
I am like an android.?Or-am I supposed to be like an android??Am I to be shit-upon; take it with a smile??Am I to accept gifts of hateful insults,?And say: "I deserve it!"?Don't I feel??Am I to be beaten-and ask for more?
I am like an android.?I am not human . . . Am I??Without thoughts or emotions.
Sticks and stones can damage my gears?But you'll never see an android with tears!
On a heap of scrap - a machine . . .?God's merciful invention.
"100-MILLION YEARS"
Some live once?Some live more than once.?Some love once?Some love more than once.?The virtual existence of a world?Is only an illusion.?Life eventually ends?Yet, its loves live eternally.
"I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE"
I sit and contemplate the future?And think to myself some questions:?What'll happen, will I be hereWill?the world remain to see?
I don't know, maybe?
There are people fighting on the streets?Children crying, from lack of love.?The trees and birds are dying?And will man ever be free?
I don't know, maybe?
That man, for us, He died,?And people still are sinning.?The world is once again dirty,?And do they wait for the Lord's decree?
I don't know, maybe?
The Earth loses itself,?To all things that depress.?People, wait with stretched-out hands?For the alms, that they can only see.
Is happiness likely?
I don't know, maybe?
"TOTALITY"
This is you?This is me?This is We!?"Man is the measure ..."?He's not much, at all.
"LATENT IMAGES"
My friend and I?Had fun tonight?We watched TV and talked.?I drove him home?In my sister's car?Again, some more we talked.
Thinking about things?On my own way home?A car pulls up by mine?Two smiling girls were in front?And I winked at the closest one.?Her smiling face was blushing?Enjoying what I had done?But I turned to the left?And they went ahead?Much too brief a time to know.?Although this time?Was all too short?The imaginings were great?I thought I'd meet her once again?When I drive on some lonely street.
"REFUSAL: A BLOODY FEELING"
I find it difficult to refuse.?My mind forbids the wrong.?There's lacking of life there?Without the knowledge of danger?Always stalking behind you.?The tingle arrived through beholding?Beauty, in all its varied forms,?Hitting heights of orgasmic pleasure,?Every minute of the day.
And-I find it difficult to refuse.
A gentle meaningless touch?Sending me through the firmament.?Misleading affections and smiles?Made to destroy a man's heart.?His soul falls into the dark oblivion,?Never to be retrieved by him.?It's gone and lost forever.
I find it difficult to refuse.
Oh, pour out blood?Beloved, fluid, emotion.?Rousted from a nest?Like a fluffed grouse,?In winged flight from self.?Hiding from the moon?Clouded in a sky of night?Awaiting a kindly happiness?That soon may come to light.
"AN ACT"
You put on an act?For those around you.?They consider you so great?Yes, they praise you.?They admire your style?Worship your strength?Applaud your abilities?They bow down before you.
And, granted, you are good.
You can show friendship?To those you hate.?Be indifferent to your own losses?Although feeling them worse?Within your own heart.
You can look to heaven?Yet praise Satan.?You can look to Hell?Yet love God.
You look into a mirror?Yet, you are not pleased.?You try to like what you see?But can't even consider yourself.
No more awards adorn your mantle?You are now in hock for praise.?You fade from memory and view.?You no longer have your pawns?All of them are gone.?CALLINGS
The days may call me back?To the place where I began.?Back to the lady of my dreams?I would tell of my love.
My heart beats ever-faster?Every time I hold her close.?I know my mind is going?Since my lady is no more.
"1970's: 1980?"
Another year has passed?Over the sands of time.?It's the end of a year?The end of an age.
The decade ends in great pain.
There begins a new decade, with pain?And, how will it end?
The rise, the fall, of many.?The passing between time, space and reality.?All those that have lived there?And those many more that died.?The four corners hear the shots?No one seen, is falling the innocent,?With the winds, advancing on us all,?For there is no one left, to hold them back.
What was good, and what is??What was sincere, and who is??Who was there to care, and who cares?
Questions3 (cubed). . .
Where do we find the answer?
In a book, there is the answer.?The answer that soon will come?Giving rights to man without cost?Still given for a price.
The future is plain and simple?Few can see what it will be.?Love and unity may come?After hatred is overcome.
After hands shake in friendship?Instead of shaking out their palms?And they will cry, "Give to me!"?Then soon find it's useless.?For what people don't have themselves
They cannot give to others
Love is expendable.
They ask their fellow for help?And disregard the source.?Only few will ask God's guidance?Will they be survivors?
This is your destiny.?This is my fate.?This is our ending?Or our new birth.
Let us hold it close, to our hearts?And never let go.?Raise your head to the Majesty?And put a smile of contentment.?It's time for a new happiness?This destiny of Humanity.
"PINK