Strattrpt Mr Dave Doing Nothing's blog: "My Poetry -- does no good if no one sees it :-)"

I Saw it, Carwling up the leg of my bed It slinked towards my head. I couldn't move Fear gripping my throat As it began to burrow Through my skin; Through my skull; Deep into my brain. Violence engulfed me And I began to rage The blind killing fury Drove me insane. I began to strike out; Fierce blows at anything, Everything that encountered. There are holes in the walls now, My bed a mass of wood, cloth and metal; My furniture, indistinguishable; Everything I own, ripped apart. I look around me and my fury explodes again, I rage outside with a knife and gun; My vision blurred, my mind reeling. The first man I see Gets and angry slug in the face, Instantly anonymous. The second man's flesh Envelopes my blade; Twelve inches of titanium Between his ribs, Through his stunned heart, The blade twists through his spine. The blade controlling my hand, The gun guiding its own sights, Victim after victim, My rampage of hate continues Until the destruction is drained. Returning home, my vision clears And I see the corpses Like a trail of bread crumbs Leading me home. I pass bloody carcases, Men that I once knew, Rivers of life flowing from their veins. With death as my guide I make my way home, Trying not to see My oldest friend's face On the head I'd severed. I step through the frame that used to be my front door, The life I'd stolen Draining my energy. I colapse onto the exposed springs Of what was my mattress Seeking the numbness of sleep To escape the Hell I'd brought to Earth. As I chase the blackness I feel something move; My eyes open to see it's returned. I feel it penetrate my skull And realize where the rage originates. Almost paralysed, I search for strength. My arm extends to the barrel My toe to the trigger. As my mind hits the broken remains That used to be a wall My anger disappears, And I find peace in the abyss. (c) 2002 David T. Renner

Thought ... or The Everpresent Pain Oranges are moot When eating elephants Shot with water pistols And the grey bearded pirannahs Are not afraid of the goat That flies by night. And of course, We must never forget that The Stupification factor of five Is ideal for Telekenetic prowess. Think about it and it might ... eventually .. Make some sense... Or it may not Becuase this is a train of thought poem Yes, a stream of thought poem I am thinking, And so are you ... now But this train ain't goin' far. Not far at all. As a matter of fact It's sitting on its ass Fallen off the broken tracks, Fallen off the dead mens' backs. I know it makes no sense, But that is the point Isn't it? I thought so before But I was thinking then. I think I may have stopped by now But NO That was a thought So there I go again. I have to quit Because I know there is nothing to say. So look at this poem Flying through the air Like a hawk Or a vulture Flying from my page to your brain Making you think. Stop if you want But I won't I can't I don't want to. So I think on Making everything stupid and everyone dumb... But even the dumb think... I think... So I think I know Because I know I think, Or I think I do at least Or maybe I don't. I don't know. But not knowing leads to thinking, I think Because if you don't know Then you might think you do, Or you might think about it, Or you might forget about it And even forgetting takes thought I think, Or maybe it doesn't. I think about thinking But I don't know And, as you know, Not knowing leads to thought, And thought to writing, Writing to poetry, Poetry to words, Words to music, Music to your ears Loving the sounds And thinking about hearing, So thought leads to thought, In the end. But this is NOT the end ... Though it is coming closer, And it is not the beginning either, Since I began Many ages ago, Or so it seems. This must be the middle, I think. So here we are Stuck in the middle; Always stuck in the middle: In the middle of life, In the middle of death, In the middle of this poem and hence in mid-thought Or mid-word Or mid- ... ... Something ... I don't know... Yet again ... But do I ever know? I don't think so; But there I go, Thinking again. So I must not. Thinking leads to thought And thought leads to thinking So if we don't start Then there will be no need to stop. So I think I won't start. But that was a thought So it is too late for me. It is far, FAR too late For this thought-hungry soul. Save yourselves! Never have a thought and live without care; Or stop now and never start again. It will be easier that way, Believe me ... I have spent a lot of time Thinking it out. (c) 2001 David T. Renner

This urge overtaking me I tear at the fibers of my mind; The voices there threaten me ... Tell me to ... DO things ... My disturbed thoughts Cry bloody murder in my ears My blood and sweat Drip ... slowly ... I am becomming dizzy now, I cannot see the world any more. I cannot hear anything Except the voices, And my blood and sweat Drip more quickly. I can no longer FEEL anything The loss of my mind In the voices that live there Is more complete now Than ever before, And my blood and sweat Flow from me... ... ... There is nothing now ... Nothing but the blackness ... Nothing but the voices ... My blood and sweat Have run out. I have no arms, No legs, No body, No MIND! NOTHING!! I do not exist any more. I have left this world, One more time ... And as I come back to Earth, One of the voices is gone. My blood and sweat Sprinit behind the page for you to read. The world fades back into focus And I rejoin humanity Hoping the last voice Has left me forever ... As the blackness fades ... The voices return ... Somehow louder, Stronger for the loss Of one of their own ... The voices return, With a vengeance. They tell me to ... DO things, And once again My blood ... And sweat ... Drip ... Slowly ... (c) 2001 David T. Renner