. .. __________________ _________________________________________.. . \ | / \ | / . .. _________. \| _____________/ _____________.. . | | \ |___________\ \ | | \ / \ _____ \ ____| | \ /__/\_____/ | \ \ / ________/ | .dp. / \ / | \ / \_______________ / | \__________________ / \/| | \/ Damned Fucking Shit! | | Title: Dr. Techno's Poetry #1 Issue #44 | : Date: 10/13/94 Editor: Access Denied | . By: Dr. Techno : . ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dr. Techno's Poetry #1 Come with me and travel into an unconventional mind set. A journey throught the neurons of a man who is now entered into a reality controled by thoughts, not by the physical world. deep perplexities locked beyond the door of imagination trying to escape the mind shattering truths they control the future thery are the ancients locked in imagination I am looking at this monitor The complexity of life the wondrous imagination chained to a cell music emanates people watching waiting for the hero to pass all gasp in exultation waiting for Christ people sit at their table they wait for a saviour that might not exist but life does it control us? we control it. it feeds from us we flying like elephants running like birds hoopping like flowers everything is nothing nothingness in everything that exists what exists? nothing does but, so does everything thoughts give us a reason for the season maybe not powerful imagination fuels the engines of reality the masses are ruled by asses by computers by themselves create what should not be created relate what should not be related in a state of belation I flee from the Graces I see troubled faces on the backs of turtles I am a frog I am a tree nature is us lets let ourselves be watch in horror as the day unfoldss just one day closer to a place we call home while others roam on the foam and highways buffalo and indians in the distance imaginations at the camp fire the priestess is on the altar wearing the proper attire war rages on in the northern front of our porch in the kitchen there is peace for the rooms of our lives may contain us we can fly and inspect the sacred ground a penny drops but doesn't make a sound we travel in time but we stil get older I run into Hercules as he throws a boulder above the rim of the deep green sea sits a girl dressed in black she weares a cross her face in shite we don't know what happened but we feel her plight we see her gaze thgough the mist ridden haze a powerful sea monster rises and approaches the maiden she awakes in a castle and gazes out a window she spins her thoughts into a beautiful mural 500 years later they spring to life as those in strife struggle with life I fell the hunger my thirst corrupts the otherwise innocent what has happened now has happened in the past what of the future? right now, it doesn't exist all that is reality is the past the present is uncertain the future unknown how can we know of the forbidden fruit an old man walks quietly down the street he taps his cane he looks down at his feet an old woman rocks in her chair she remembers the days that are no longer there as I look at them they seem to materialize maybe it's us in 50 years or a previous incarnation of molecules within our imagination a girl and her family leave for a trip they have lots of fun as they frolic in the sun but don't look at it, it's not for us that which has never meant to be beheld by mortals to realize it is dangerous to behold in a world of possesion by demons and objects is it material? the feeling I feel growing within me growing on trees flying on angels being stung by bees I enter a cavern in search of the truth looking for reasons were there is no proof Once and awhile I'll enter a room The room will contain me but let my thoughts escape the physical universe need not be a limit for we are capable of the incapable in the room in the cave the masses we rave jumping in glee reality we flee to counter violence you call for peace to overcome insanity you call for reality does the opposite hold true? is anything real maybe just a dream to counter peace we preach violence are we trying to escape sanity by trying insanity dreams come true the truth is ending the dreams have all been born reality changing as time is stopping... written by Dr. Techno sometime in the spring of '94 I would like to know what you think about this. 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