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Date: 06-15-96 (22:19)             Number: 53
From: PHATBOY                      Refer#: NONE
  To: GOD                           Recvd: NO  
Subj: Oh yeah!?                      Conf: (53) Poetry
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Oh God, I'm on your level, but I'm not your peer
My head is in the clouds as I survey the sphere
My heart is in position, but my mind has lost contact
Flew up too close to the sun, should have gone back
Got burnt but beyond that, engines lost all fuel pressure
Left to drift in space with the fates and their cruel pleasures
You could never understand where my psyche's at
Sitting in Athlete's World by the Nike rack

You can't get high enough to see me without losing life
You can't experience my pain if you use a knife
You could never understand the degree of my anguish
You can't even talk to me because you don't speak my language

Everything seems designed to make make me say "Just fuck it"
But I know if I do that, I'll be a selfish pus bucket
Why must I get tested in this fashion, O my God above?
Why can't it be enough to simply have a heart of love?

I don't even know if I'm talking to thin air or not,
Life in space is my reward for becoming an aeronaut.
There are not enough joys in life to keep the poison knife
From stabbing in my gullet
I'm drained to the fullest

Swing from the vine of lost time, or are they gallows?
The flames of my passion could roast a thousand marshmallows!
Harsh fellows don't appreciate my strength or my softness
My beliefs make me more of a monster than the Loch Ness
Don't knock Jesse, he's not altogether sane
But folks shouldn't be pushing him around like a weathervane

Mistreated, misunderstood, oversensitive
Nothing in this world is better for him than friendship is
There's no tunnel, only the stars give luminescence
My love don't give me presents

I feel like the old man in the park in Jeckyl & Hyde
Eyes full of fear, tears cried, broke his neck and he died
Didn't know the time, asked a crazed man
Brutally beaten, now asleep in the pavement

I can't see the sky for the clouds
I can't hear because life is too loud
I want to be free from derision and insult
I want to live deep in the Earth like Lord Kimbote

Some people don't seem quite human, like cybernetics
Maybe I should just give up and pick up Dianetics
Diabetic from emotional sweetness, my deepness
Is untapped from the start, but sharp like a thumbtack
I've got smarts, take a gun clap to the heart
It's dark and the light won't start
I'm frightened of the sharks

Lightning to the sparks, can't take the static, see?
Looking for love, shut myself down emphatically.
Through my eyes, my life be like Hell City
When really, I'm probably gone on the self pity

My Lord, my Superior, why am I not hearing you?
Answer my prayers before I climb the Golden Stairs!
No-one cares!  Well no-one cares!
And no-one cares!  AND NO-ONE CARES!