Burn the middle east
They don't take showers and stink
women and kids first!

Kill all the fucking
Diaperhead mutherfuckers
Stab their children too

Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.

But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.

How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fulfil de book.

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.

How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fulfil de book.
Won't you help to sing

Dese songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.

Towers are fallen
they are dead already give
it a rest dammit

Not even here can
I escape pointless talk of
big falling towers

Even bad haiku
is poisoned by those old news
Melle's getting mad

Haiku is hard for
those who can't count to seven
or not even five

Melle is stting
Thinking of undone homework
counting syls instead

"Syllables" is long
it may not always fit in
mind if I write "syl's"?

Shall I choose to die
by the fall or by the fire
still we have free will

a spectre of dust
hangs in a column above
innocent remains

hit that three times then
had already submitted
still feeling the sting

bent twisted broken
hearts shattered spitits scattered
bent and twisted minds

bent twisted broken
hearts shattered spitits scattered
bent and twisted minds

bent twisted broken
hearts shattered spitits scattered
bent and twisted minds

Puppeteering

A chosen path that
Became reality too quick
We still sling on strings

To previous course
we can no longer return--
history bends left

Today, I awoke
to blue skies and crisp air, but
the news is still real

Yesterday

I was glued. Eight hours.
T.V. :my post-school lecture
Channel 3: his name.

The first ACT

Smoldering bodies
Destroyed: hurt. HORRIFIED SCREAMS!
Four planes crash. questions...

Imagine

Imagine he's here.
John Lennon still singing songs
Oh! the SHIT he'll say!

Illusions

Woe, the illusion
that is civilisation.
Savage Animals!

Illusions

Woe, the illusion
that is civilisation.
Savage Animals!

tax refunds taken
back next year. hi-jackers but
no bodies. your guess.

to Britney's hymen
said, "Out, out, dammed spot." Why so?
Because he's SnakeSpear.

how surreal is this?
thriller pass

turbulence ahead
better fasten your seatbelts
hand out the sick bags

From the skyline's sight
One may miss the monuments
The stars are still here

The dragon awoke
Fiery morning breath - *Cough* - Eh..
Beowulf is no stranger

Underground, far off
Behind the curtained stage
Lay slaughtered sheep

Channeled garbage
Out of tune 24/7, until...
**AMERICA UNDER ATTACK**

i feel it
spirit flow and mingle moistly,
free from the burden of thought,
the constraints of time,
the pain, the pleasure,
all is dead now

Towers fall to ground
All things are temporary
Why am I so sad?

Have to hand it to
Dubya, held it together
in front of school kids

moxie stay alert
no time to be tired now
rest assured ere long

coincidences:
my reference to seppuku
mox, falling tower

so broken hearted
horendous hateful 'humans'
cannot comprehend

terrorist attack
what the fuck is going on ?
dubya for worried

pressure of events
please ignore the extra the
gobsmacked this morning

smoke on the water
according to the deep purple
fi-yah in the sky

unbelievable
manhattan is a war zone
burnt apple smokin'

Thank you, Moxie.

I'm just tired of this

Though this sky is clear
tension, electricity
can be felt from here

And like Frankenstein's
something inside me has waked
to sharpen a blade

or a bad novel
words fail, how did tom clancy
get to be god huh?

it's just a bad joke
was my first thought, driving in,
flipping through channels