Tyger

Familiar stars gasp

in the great vacuum. Accept

this lack. Lie down alone.

Red Thirst

"The weight is too great!"

but Atlas could not shrug now;

Prometheus knew.

Claws

I beseech you in any tongue you might hear,

Oh please God, take these hands of mine!

They are worthless and ugly, and bring me to tears,

Oh please God, take these hands of mine!

The tongue in my mouth and the eyes in my mind,

They deceive me with visions so grand,

For when I attempt to create them I find,

I'm undone by my fumbling hands!

I am beaten and broken and bent upon knee,

Oh please, take away these hands of mine,

Any length I would go to and pay any fee,

If you would just take these hands of mine!

So much beauty could I have put into this world,

Were it not for these treacherous hands of mine,

I would give all I have, I would give up my world,

If it meant being rid of these hands of mine.

Crusader

So the man with flat screen eyes,

Holds no answers only cries,

For castigation from on high,

Free of reproach where he lies.

Calls for changing of the times,

Holds no reasons or no rhymes,

Understands not his own lines,

Yet carries judgement of divines.

Flat screen man the great crusader,

Regime toppler revelator,

Demagogue and instigator,

Rhetoric now,

Action later.

Puppet Men

Six paper puppet men in the puppet show,

Six paper puppet men only one can know,

Where the puppet master says is where the puppets go,

Five paper puppet men dancing in a row.

Five paper puppet men walking on their strings,

Five paper puppet men doing puppet things,

One paper puppet man starts his questioning,

Answers never answer silence flies on rapid wings.

Four paper puppets turn to three and then to one,

Four paper puppets started questioning the fun,

Quiet paper puppets or your time will soon be done,

It's the puppetmaster's game and it was never to be won.

Final Transmission of Team Phi-330

Far beyond the sun's embrace,

We travel through the stars,

From Jupiter to Saturn they,

Call us the Ghosts of Mars.

The delvers in the frozen rock,

The pioneers of space,

We dig amongst the moons that we,

May help the human race!

We'd dug upon this rock for months,

The trip was almost done,

How were we to know the fuel,

Would fry out in the sun?

If in this inky void there is,

A God who watches men,

Then let him find this fateful trip,

And let us try again!

Until the day we starve to death,

Or else we lose our minds,

We'll dig into this wretched rock,

And tell you what we find!

Tin

Stone facade the world is beautiful,

Swear that all the love is mutual,

Go ahead with eyes unblinking,

Vanguard of the brain unthinking.

Far above the fecal tide,

Reassurance I have lied,

Within the bed with love beside,

And lonely to myself have cried.

Rail against the benefactors,

Curse the ease of no detractors,

Build a man with child's heart,

And set him in the world apart.