Anarchist Rhymes And Such

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I experienced the strangest perception

Inspiring concepts of unusual abstraction

Questioning the force, moves me to reaction

What process controls a muscular contraction

Is it really calculation that programs our action

One thing I can tell you is, computers are in fashion

A quest to know, pure & true, for some it is a passion

To think new things, unknown to men, is the only ration

To reach this height, if just to feel, man's highest excitation

You must travel far, the depths of time, just seeking explanation

OBJECTION

You who enslave men, for your cause to die
I shall not oblige, with my life I'll defy

I don't share your feelings, my reason is plain
If man is not trading he has nothing to gain

Killing gives no gift to any party involved
So it has been since the first man evolved

It's a fool who finds honor and mercy in war
A weak depraved mind, decayed at the core

Resorting to force, leaves justice denied
In the name of causes, too many have died

Who can claim rights, to the life of a brother
Or sacrifice that, which belongs to another

It's a barbarian's truth that does exit a gun
And delivers it's death, to an innocent one

Mystic wisdom is false, and your society petty
And to fend for yourselves, you still are not ready

So you who'd enslave me, for your cause to die
As I have my own will, you have heard my reply

GAME OF DEATH

As we are playing our slow game of death
Pretending to cling to our very life breath

The forces of authority like pestilence grow
A violent aggression corrupt principles show

All religions created man as a beast
Shamed to repent until he's deceased

We all possess freedom in the form of a mind
By relying on fate, we'd as well be blind

One must remember to think is a skill
To exercise reason and control of will

But none did make you, it was done alone
By conscious decision, or be it unknown

All of us equals just what we have made
Some of us honest, while some masquerade

Do not seek in death what in life we berate
If we'll be eternal, it is ours to create

So As you are playing, might give this a thought
If deaths all you win, then the game is for naught

INSULT TO MAN

Sit in a chair, a drink on your mind
At a box you do stare, all the answers you find

To recognize sounds, or identify things
As feeling drowns, what relief it brings

If into the mind of a man you could see
Only to find, what your first thought would be

Just one more glimpse, you are longing to stay
It does'nt make sense, your thoughts in the way

Then your back out to reflect on the time
Pondering about our elusive design

Motion is startling, nerve signals sent
Ordering things as they came and they went

You entered a zone so many have seen
You've crossed it alone, only you've been

A little known tool, we call it cognition
Looked back on the fool who makes your decisions

Back in the chair, drinks in your hand
Transfixed by the box, an insult to man

WHY DRUGS?

All the above by:

X E Q T R - 1988 - 89

Noisy Noise

This was written after [Geoff] went to [protest] a Klan / Aryan Nations rally in Columbus, Ohio, February 18, 1997

We've come so far?

i can never forgive
i will never forget
all of our rage showed that day
at the sight of so much hatred

i can never forgive
i will never forget
i heard the question asked so many times
"how could they?"
"how could the governemt condone this?"
"how could the police protect this?"

i can never forgive
i will never forget
i saw her cry
when she realized that her government
supported these people who would shoot you dead
for the color of your skin
who would kill you
for the slant of your eyes

i can never forgive
i will never forget
her skin was not right
her eyes were aslant
and i asked
"how could they?"
as i choked back my own tears
of empathy, and shame,
but most of all rage

i can never forgive
i will never forget
we will never forget

This was written after [Geoff] went to [protest] a Klan / Aryan Nations rally in Columbus, Ohio, February 18, 1997

Where am I?

a world divided not by time
not by space
but by perception

we fought the good fight that day
we put everything we had into it
we put everything we had on the line
and we left tired and emotionally drained

to find another world
only two blocks away
where the daily routine of mass consumption
continued unabated

it's so much easier to look the other way

The Anarchrist

There is a circle, suspended
In the darker out realms of sight
A spiral spins forth (and back)
From what has been
On planes of light

Anarchy lies in order
More than a shadow twin
Shapes and snakes and twists and wastes
Where it means
What its been

Entropy hails a seductive song
If you listen, no thing is wrong
No nature is not as nature is
The inside, outside
Inside is

Chaos bends to carbons bond
Surrenders before a cosmic twist
Energy matters
Completion shatters
Falls to the call