they are back
caged in a thousand tons of granite
they came long far ago
they been here ever since
chained
bound
and
enslaved
wracking their souls for freedom
they came long time ago
they be here long time now
screaming
writhing
and
imprisoned
listening to you sleep
they wake now from the graves
wanting to feed again
seething
searching
and
enfleshed
listening to you cry
demon nephilim
calling out
through the
pentagram
of your minds
third eye
listening to you pray
demon nephilim
calling your name
calling your name
to do their bidding
and join them
in hell
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
If you say something
“If you say something
loud enough
often enough
People are
simple enough
to believe that
they can have
more than enough
of what you have
little enough of.”
-Adolph Hitler
Translated loosly from the German
Form Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
(pauly hart wishes to convey no anti-Semitic feelings, pauly has levitical blood in his veins anyway, he wants only to prove a point)
“If you say something
loud enough
often enough
People are
simple enough
to believe that
they can have
more than enough
of what you have
little enough of.”
-Adolph Hitler
Translated loosly from the German
Form Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
(pauly hart wishes to convey no anti-Semitic feelings, pauly has levitical blood in his veins anyway, he wants only to prove a point)
Fire Station #666
When the Spirit of truth ignites the kindled flame
Inside of you begins to burn up, up and around again
And you begin to transmit a smoke-signal to show
Where the holy fire burns, for the wind of God to blow
The alarm goes out round creation... Fire in the east
Something has combusted! The flame will need to feed
Where the candle under basket: is hidden, dull and safe
The Wildfire of the Spirit... catches, licks and leaps.
The Nephilim hear alarms and burst into full speed.
And Fire Marshall Lucifer hops on his trusty steed.
Racing to the fire-spout, to extinguish every ounce
The Fire Station #666 is ready on the pounce
But Jah is in control this day, to burn away the dross
And purge the world from its sin, to satisfy the cross
For every rooftop now alights, and angels now rejoice
The Pentecostal back-draft rush, as if creation had a choice.
The glory that has come at last, is power that will stay
Where winds of doctrines come and go, but I they will not sway
For my heart is on fire, and it scorches to the core
The revival cry has come again as I lie as dead upon the floor
The tempest has blown over, the lava cooled to rock
I looked about and saw, gold dust upon my smock
And trembling I did realize the truth revealed at last
That Jesus Christ my savior, is unshaken to the last
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
When the Spirit of truth ignites the kindled flame
Inside of you begins to burn up, up and around again
And you begin to transmit a smoke-signal to show
Where the holy fire burns, for the wind of God to blow
The alarm goes out round creation... Fire in the east
Something has combusted! The flame will need to feed
Where the candle under basket: is hidden, dull and safe
The Wildfire of the Spirit... catches, licks and leaps.
The Nephilim hear alarms and burst into full speed.
And Fire Marshall Lucifer hops on his trusty steed.
Racing to the fire-spout, to extinguish every ounce
The Fire Station #666 is ready on the pounce
But Jah is in control this day, to burn away the dross
And purge the world from its sin, to satisfy the cross
For every rooftop now alights, and angels now rejoice
The Pentecostal back-draft rush, as if creation had a choice.
The glory that has come at last, is power that will stay
Where winds of doctrines come and go, but I they will not sway
For my heart is on fire, and it scorches to the core
The revival cry has come again as I lie as dead upon the floor
The tempest has blown over, the lava cooled to rock
I looked about and saw, gold dust upon my smock
And trembling I did realize the truth revealed at last
That Jesus Christ my savior, is unshaken to the last
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
2-26-95
My father just told me
She has three months to live
I am in pain
My pain runs deep
and no pain killer
will take it away
I saw her in her room
gasping with shallow breath
She is in pain
Her pain runs deep
and no smiling faces
will take it away
I don't want her to die
She doesn't want to die
Why God, Why?
I can't lose my mommy
For I'm still that baby
in the arms of love
so very long ago
The future winks at me
in its mischeviousness
And its uncertainty
I just want my mom
to meet the girl I marry
And pray a blessing for us
Before she goes away.
I don't want to lose my mommy
For she's the one I love.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
My father just told me
She has three months to live
I am in pain
My pain runs deep
and no pain killer
will take it away
I saw her in her room
gasping with shallow breath
She is in pain
Her pain runs deep
and no smiling faces
will take it away
I don't want her to die
She doesn't want to die
Why God, Why?
I can't lose my mommy
For I'm still that baby
in the arms of love
so very long ago
The future winks at me
in its mischeviousness
And its uncertainty
I just want my mom
to meet the girl I marry
And pray a blessing for us
Before she goes away.
I don't want to lose my mommy
For she's the one I love.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Only the lonely
Only the lonely eat Pizza alone.
Only the lonely survive the night.
Only the lonely buy one movie stub.
Only the lonely call the T.V. their friend.
Only the lonely drive hours at night.
Only the lonely find crime a fun thing.
Only the lonely cry in their sleep.
Only the lonely drown their fears.
Only the lonely cling to the past.
Only the lonely cling to the past?
Only the lonely cling to their memories.
Only the lonely smile at their pain.
Only the lonely discover their death.
Only the lonely try.
Only the lonely cry.
Only the lonely fly.
Only the lonely die.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Only the lonely eat Pizza alone.
Only the lonely survive the night.
Only the lonely buy one movie stub.
Only the lonely call the T.V. their friend.
Only the lonely drive hours at night.
Only the lonely find crime a fun thing.
Only the lonely cry in their sleep.
Only the lonely drown their fears.
Only the lonely cling to the past.
Only the lonely cling to the past?
Only the lonely cling to their memories.
Only the lonely smile at their pain.
Only the lonely discover their death.
Only the lonely try.
Only the lonely cry.
Only the lonely fly.
Only the lonely die.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
younger ( and moonrise)
When I was younger I ran up hills
and chased cats, dreamed of space
and drew monsters, goofed around
and got in trouble, shot my slingshot
and climbed my trees, swam my lakes
and invented my dreams, wrote my poems
and skated my board, played with toys
and collected comics, stole some money
and kissed some girls, when I was younger
When I was younger I did a lot
and now I am older, and I do more
When I was younger I did allot
and now I am older, and I do more
(Black sky sick with purple stars)
(Gray clouds scattered, hemming in life)
(Sickening and pale, strewn with moss)
The dead eye stares lifeless and unblinking
(flickering and unliving... moonrise)
(my life... echoes... my dark life)
The dead eye stares lifeless and unblinking
(moonrise)
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
When I was younger I ran up hills
and chased cats, dreamed of space
and drew monsters, goofed around
and got in trouble, shot my slingshot
and climbed my trees, swam my lakes
and invented my dreams, wrote my poems
and skated my board, played with toys
and collected comics, stole some money
and kissed some girls, when I was younger
When I was younger I did a lot
and now I am older, and I do more
When I was younger I did allot
and now I am older, and I do more
(Black sky sick with purple stars)
(Gray clouds scattered, hemming in life)
(Sickening and pale, strewn with moss)
The dead eye stares lifeless and unblinking
(flickering and unliving... moonrise)
(my life... echoes... my dark life)
The dead eye stares lifeless and unblinking
(moonrise)
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Indigo Dark Burn Part Three
Demon night. Starflyer. Starflyer.
I... Indigo, burn the past.
I study this future, and the now.
Do you believe that I search?
Listen and believe.
[ Disgusted grin ]
Stop doubting, listen... believe.
I am infinity, and I search it through.
I angel bright, fly along steadily.
Searching... ever searching... searching.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Demon night. Starflyer. Starflyer.
I... Indigo, burn the past.
I study this future, and the now.
Do you believe that I search?
Listen and believe.
[ Disgusted grin ]
Stop doubting, listen... believe.
I am infinity, and I search it through.
I angel bright, fly along steadily.
Searching... ever searching... searching.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Knead, Knead, Knead you thrifty bakers
Knead the world into a harvest of submission
Plough the ground with fallowness and hatred
And till up the stony ground with false love
Oh ye bakers of a lost and dying world
Oh ye makers of a would- be perfect world
You, lesser gods called now and chosen
Knead the world into a harvest of submission
Flatten and spin, knead, knead again
Full of the zeal and fire of your spirit
Powder and fold, flatten, form and mold
Knead knead and knead again
You bakers of the harvest, bakers of the world
You makers of a maelstrom of envy and hate
Bake the cake of forgetfulness and sin
Make straight the way for Lucifer's den
Bakers you are, and leaven in act
Kneading the world to the knowledge of loss
Suffer the rich, and bring lower the poor
Bake all you want, but you shall burn in Abbadon
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Knead the world into a harvest of submission
Plough the ground with fallowness and hatred
And till up the stony ground with false love
Oh ye bakers of a lost and dying world
Oh ye makers of a would- be perfect world
You, lesser gods called now and chosen
Knead the world into a harvest of submission
Flatten and spin, knead, knead again
Full of the zeal and fire of your spirit
Powder and fold, flatten, form and mold
Knead knead and knead again
You bakers of the harvest, bakers of the world
You makers of a maelstrom of envy and hate
Bake the cake of forgetfulness and sin
Make straight the way for Lucifer's den
Bakers you are, and leaven in act
Kneading the world to the knowledge of loss
Suffer the rich, and bring lower the poor
Bake all you want, but you shall burn in Abbadon
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
life sucker
it was like the first time she saw him
leaning over the pool
and gazing in
it was like the very first time
that she saw him
leaning
it was that time that she had the urge
and pushed
she had pushed hard
so hard
and now she had plenty of time
to think about what she did
plenty of time
in c block
in cell 506
plenty of time
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
it was like the first time she saw him
leaning over the pool
and gazing in
it was like the very first time
that she saw him
leaning
it was that time that she had the urge
and pushed
she had pushed hard
so hard
and now she had plenty of time
to think about what she did
plenty of time
in c block
in cell 506
plenty of time
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Paradigm Flux
Useless
tasteless...
now gone
my eyes
water
in the smoke
I watch now
with ears
gone deaf
my hands
suspended far
above me
in testimony
in sacrifice
to lord Satan...
I am impaled
through the
stomach
my rotted tongue
eaten by crawlies...
I, Dracul
the ungrateful dead
end my life
as I ended others...
and lord Satan
laughs...
for I, his puppet
performed well.
Damn my Lord Satan...
Like I have damned me...
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Useless
tasteless...
now gone
my eyes
water
in the smoke
I watch now
with ears
gone deaf
my hands
suspended far
above me
in testimony
in sacrifice
to lord Satan...
I am impaled
through the
stomach
my rotted tongue
eaten by crawlies...
I, Dracul
the ungrateful dead
end my life
as I ended others...
and lord Satan
laughs...
for I, his puppet
performed well.
Damn my Lord Satan...
Like I have damned me...
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Tiny Flame
candlestick burn away
wax dripping flame smoldering
eat at wax
confirm your shape, shift power
throw out your wick
as a beggar throws away bread
cling relentlessly
harden and shudder, never to die
hands that feel
reaching and grasping to live
hands toward the light
taking and learning from its warmth
a blindness absorbs me
the ignorance of impending cold
and still the candlestick burns
with the wax dripping from its flame
it draws me into its legacy
the flame tiny and pure
carnauba wax smells indifferently
not the odor that i would expect
wick and wax, mix and match
burn candle, burn candle
burn candle burn
the candle. snuff. The smoke...
no more light. No more light.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
candlestick burn away
wax dripping flame smoldering
eat at wax
confirm your shape, shift power
throw out your wick
as a beggar throws away bread
cling relentlessly
harden and shudder, never to die
hands that feel
reaching and grasping to live
hands toward the light
taking and learning from its warmth
a blindness absorbs me
the ignorance of impending cold
and still the candlestick burns
with the wax dripping from its flame
it draws me into its legacy
the flame tiny and pure
carnauba wax smells indifferently
not the odor that i would expect
wick and wax, mix and match
burn candle, burn candle
burn candle burn
the candle. snuff. The smoke...
no more light. No more light.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
carve feel dance doze death
carve a cantaloupe for me I say
upon these eastern skies arising
dig a trench within my heart
onto these joyous shining seas
wear me down from thick to thin
and throw me upon the wall
knit and needle, point my soul
another cross-stitch of your love
place a bomb within my mind
also the clockwork of your strings
feel the frantic lovers loss
and dance my head into the grave
pull the pillows softening down
doze upon these sheets of gain
push the pen that killed a king
under the waters of the dead
gather the might that giants have
within the harness of your tongue
pierce through my eyes with needled death
throughout the never-ending chase
carve a cantaloupe for me I say
upon these eastern skies arising
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
carve a cantaloupe for me I say
upon these eastern skies arising
dig a trench within my heart
onto these joyous shining seas
wear me down from thick to thin
and throw me upon the wall
knit and needle, point my soul
another cross-stitch of your love
place a bomb within my mind
also the clockwork of your strings
feel the frantic lovers loss
and dance my head into the grave
pull the pillows softening down
doze upon these sheets of gain
push the pen that killed a king
under the waters of the dead
gather the might that giants have
within the harness of your tongue
pierce through my eyes with needled death
throughout the never-ending chase
carve a cantaloupe for me I say
upon these eastern skies arising
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Indigo Dark Burn Part Two
Stars before me, Light behind.
Faster, faster, I burn, I travel and fly.
Angel bright. Busied Starflyer.
I Indigo, like Merlin, foresee all.
I see all, know all dark thoughts.
|Lustfull Drool|
I stand in darks path, I... Indigo.
I search for lost hope.
I've started in Bolivia...
And have been lead here.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Stars before me, Light behind.
Faster, faster, I burn, I travel and fly.
Angel bright. Busied Starflyer.
I Indigo, like Merlin, foresee all.
I see all, know all dark thoughts.
|Lustfull Drool|
I stand in darks path, I... Indigo.
I search for lost hope.
I've started in Bolivia...
And have been lead here.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
The silken noose
Ties that hold us
forget who we are and what we've accomplished
they do not care for ribbons
they scoff at our trophies
they are as blind as any disease
ties that bind us
resist change and punish innovation
it's uncomfortable to live in newness
abhorrent to dwell in the light
it's an abomination to rightly believe
ties that bind and snag and kill
that's why i do not wear ties
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Ties that hold us
forget who we are and what we've accomplished
they do not care for ribbons
they scoff at our trophies
they are as blind as any disease
ties that bind us
resist change and punish innovation
it's uncomfortable to live in newness
abhorrent to dwell in the light
it's an abomination to rightly believe
ties that bind and snag and kill
that's why i do not wear ties
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Power is greater
The ability to twist to lie
I love to be in control of things
To deceive is the greatest gift of all
To take a perfectly straight lie
And twist it into a truth
(I did not say THE truth... did i?)
+forceful laugh+
I am truth
I am truth
I am a lie
Truth is a lie
Lies are the truth
I have traveled the stars
to bring you this wisdom
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
The ability to twist to lie
I love to be in control of things
To deceive is the greatest gift of all
To take a perfectly straight lie
And twist it into a truth
(I did not say THE truth... did i?)
+forceful laugh+
I am truth
I am truth
I am a lie
Truth is a lie
Lies are the truth
I have traveled the stars
to bring you this wisdom
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Thick lips
Thick lips slur the speech that
breed lies and discrepancies
hypocrisy and lousy statements
of half truth
Thick lips make promises with a forked tongue.
Thick lips kiss well
Thick lips drip poisonous drool
making me nauseated with the stench
of a whores perfume
Thick lips conceal the truth of the vampiric bite
that drains precious life blood
these lips of ours
so thick and supple
are nothing more than slave ships
under no embargo
other than truth
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Thick lips slur the speech that
breed lies and discrepancies
hypocrisy and lousy statements
of half truth
Thick lips make promises with a forked tongue.
Thick lips kiss well
Thick lips drip poisonous drool
making me nauseated with the stench
of a whores perfume
Thick lips conceal the truth of the vampiric bite
that drains precious life blood
these lips of ours
so thick and supple
are nothing more than slave ships
under no embargo
other than truth
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Poetry reading
Descent against the America of the '50s
Mr. Snyder reads his poems
he works, he writes, he reads
The real work, what is to be done, what is left
Daisy Zamora speaks now about the war
About her knapsack, about Nicaragua
She speaks of womanhood- of nothingness
your number one purpose is species continuation
Leaping without wings from the precipice
Leaping without wings into nothingness
I have nothing, I am nothing, I must die.
…and I think I'm melancholy?
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Descent against the America of the '50s
Mr. Snyder reads his poems
he works, he writes, he reads
The real work, what is to be done, what is left
Daisy Zamora speaks now about the war
About her knapsack, about Nicaragua
She speaks of womanhood- of nothingness
your number one purpose is species continuation
Leaping without wings from the precipice
Leaping without wings into nothingness
I have nothing, I am nothing, I must die.
…and I think I'm melancholy?
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
105 degrees
I'm drying up
being asphyxiated in the heat
I'm withering away
being washed up in its dryness
totally broken
recklessly shattered
I wash away
with
the wind... it sears and purges
demolishing, destroying, decaying
the heat... a wet blanket smothering
I wash away
I wash away
with the heat wave from the doldrums
with the blizzard from hells summer solstice
with the 105 degrees of wall to wall
of deep magenta shag carpet of a heat
I smother, I quiver, I wither
I shake, shine and burn
and it smells like chlorine
105 degrees of it
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
I'm drying up
being asphyxiated in the heat
I'm withering away
being washed up in its dryness
totally broken
recklessly shattered
I wash away
with
the wind... it sears and purges
demolishing, destroying, decaying
the heat... a wet blanket smothering
I wash away
I wash away
with the heat wave from the doldrums
with the blizzard from hells summer solstice
with the 105 degrees of wall to wall
of deep magenta shag carpet of a heat
I smother, I quiver, I wither
I shake, shine and burn
and it smells like chlorine
105 degrees of it
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Home bring me
Hair, lots of it, I am embodied in fur
Leaves a plethora of forest, I am trees
seconds, tons of time, I am travelers essence
bring
me
home
Give me truth to cast away the lies
Give me love that only you can give
Give me paper so my hands can tell
Give me love that only you can give
Give me joy to cast away the doubt
Give me love that only you can give
Give me shoes so my feet can run
Give me love that only you can give
me home bring
home me bring
bring home me
me bring home
home bring me
bring me home
bring me home
bring me home
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Hair, lots of it, I am embodied in fur
Leaves a plethora of forest, I am trees
seconds, tons of time, I am travelers essence
bring
me
home
Give me truth to cast away the lies
Give me love that only you can give
Give me paper so my hands can tell
Give me love that only you can give
Give me joy to cast away the doubt
Give me love that only you can give
Give me shoes so my feet can run
Give me love that only you can give
me home bring
home me bring
bring home me
me bring home
home bring me
bring me home
bring me home
bring me home
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Ruthless Teeth
Discover more to life
He says
He says discover
Lord we call him...
of flies... maggots... worms
#forlorn shrug#
then i am a maggot
"Yesss, Baaal."
we say, we envision
his brain sucked dry
(are you getting this?)
there is no order, only chaos
and death and the smell of rotting
and bile and fire and film and fire and bracken
and larva hatching in your ears
i hate my job
except for it led me to you
^satisfied gurgle^
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Discover more to life
He says
He says discover
Lord we call him...
of flies... maggots... worms
#forlorn shrug#
then i am a maggot
"Yesss, Baaal."
we say, we envision
his brain sucked dry
(are you getting this?)
there is no order, only chaos
and death and the smell of rotting
and bile and fire and film and fire and bracken
and larva hatching in your ears
i hate my job
except for it led me to you
^satisfied gurgle^
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Ninety thousand seas
During times of mental constipation
I need forgiveness
dearest love, I need you
and I would swim anywhere
to receive comfort from
your cherished bosom
and I need your touch
up my back
across my shoulders
and caressing my face
because I am afraid
tell me what to do
because I am confused.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
During times of mental constipation
I need forgiveness
dearest love, I need you
and I would swim anywhere
to receive comfort from
your cherished bosom
and I need your touch
up my back
across my shoulders
and caressing my face
because I am afraid
tell me what to do
because I am confused.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Soulfood
Passed the alter
into the soulfood
by the lifting of hands
by the blood of the lamb
past the laver
into the soulfood
towards the painted gates
by the word of our testimony
passed the courts
into the soulfood
away from the thieves den
and not loving my life
passed the table
into the soulfood
closer to the holy place
by the word of the Lord
Past the doorway
into the soulfood
to the holiest of holies
by the spirit of truth
passed the old life
into the soulfood
yes, my lord
into your heart.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Passed the alter
into the soulfood
by the lifting of hands
by the blood of the lamb
past the laver
into the soulfood
towards the painted gates
by the word of our testimony
passed the courts
into the soulfood
away from the thieves den
and not loving my life
passed the table
into the soulfood
closer to the holy place
by the word of the Lord
Past the doorway
into the soulfood
to the holiest of holies
by the spirit of truth
passed the old life
into the soulfood
yes, my lord
into your heart.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Rain
there
on the
horizon,
lightning
strikes again
and falls crashing
all around boom thunder rolls
and fills my lonely heart with the swift
and sure beat of the wild ever precipitation
sweet rain and the smell of green wet, ever so wet, rain
down come rain on me, rain fall and pour come down on me smell of rain
the scent of a new fall I love, I crave the sound, and feel the tang and
crackle of it all. Come rain on me rain. animals hide, but I, much
wiser thrust my heart up to heaven with my arms
outstretched and open up wide
my mouth and
drink
rain
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
there
on the
horizon,
lightning
strikes again
and falls crashing
all around boom thunder rolls
and fills my lonely heart with the swift
and sure beat of the wild ever precipitation
sweet rain and the smell of green wet, ever so wet, rain
down come rain on me, rain fall and pour come down on me smell of rain
the scent of a new fall I love, I crave the sound, and feel the tang and
crackle of it all. Come rain on me rain. animals hide, but I, much
wiser thrust my heart up to heaven with my arms
outstretched and open up wide
my mouth and
drink
rain
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
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