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         Damned Fucking Shit! |     | Title: Dr. Techno's Poetry #1 
                    Issue #44 |     : Date: 10/13/94 
        Editor: Access Denied |     . By: Dr. Techno 
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                        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.  If you have some free time 
send me some email at  
 
DjDt@aol.com 
avuolo@execpc.com 
jav@alpha1.csd.uwm.edu 
 
I would also like to read exchange/poetry with you.  If you have anything 
please send it to me.   
 
peace 
DjDt (Dr. Techno) 
 
 
 
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