May
23
1990

Loved and Loving

by Stephen Messer

Vera, our loved and loving mother,
Our giving and sharing grandmother,
Has joined Arthur now, in rest.
Always glowing with the Light of Life,
Hers was a fulfilled life:
A legacy to the bastion of parenthood;
To Life itself.

* * *

We, her loved and loving family,
Shall remember all we knew:
Her Love, her Light, her Life.
For all we know and all she was,
We always have.

And we, her loved and loving family,
Need always remember all we have:
Our own Love, our Light, and our Life.
For that which we have and share,
Is hers always.

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Mar
20
1990

Spider Man

by Stephen Messer

your sick politicking
giving rise to your sick thinking
mind mincing metaphors and
euphemisms;

My life:
a pure life.
my Web:
a pure web

My life
A true life.
My web
A true web.

I live and I kill and I suck and I breathe
I don’t sympathize,
I don’t fraternize,
more humane than
Any of your lustfull killing.

My killing is without emotion
My killing is my expresssion
Killing for necessity
Not for greed or lust or emotion.

My killing web is me.

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Mar
20
1990

Play

by Stephen Messer

Play with me
Play with me
Play with me
Play with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Pray with me
Pray with me
Lay with me

* To be read in a round, out of synchronization, by three people,
who gradually come back into time to end with:

Play with me
pretty thing
Stay with me
Stolid thing
Pray with me
Playful thing
Lay with me
Lustful thing

Join with me
Lost thing
Come with me
Common thing
Eat with me
Edible thing
Eat with . .
. . you.
Eat with . .
. . you.

Eat you.

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Mar
20
1990

Dreaming as a man

by Stephen Messer

I thought about this life
I wondered,
I thought.

Am I really this person
Dreaming I’m a spider
or a spider,
Dreaming as a man.

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Mar
20
1990

Slink

by Stephen Messer

So cowardly, don’t slither love,
My feeling cannot take it;

Slink and Slink

Slink

and slither my way towards you.
I do not creep or crawl;
I do not walk:
I strut my way towards you.
That slinking strut that
A spiders’ a’ got

I strut toward you
to hold you
to absorb you
to take you into me.

Don’t resist,
we will be
till death do us part,
and beyond,
we shall be together.

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Mar
20
1990

All

by Stephen Messer

all there is
all I am
all the world
this silken
expression
this sullen
creation of mine
creating me.

I feel the
woven masterpiece
as I feel my own
pulse,
it is my pulse and
it is my innermost
being.

It is all I do
all I want.

It is all I feel
All I am.

It is all there is
All I need.

Provider of nourishment
Provider of pleasure.

Provide me with all my Politics
All my playthings

Through all my pain and suffering
It follows with me.
through all my ecstacy
It is there.

My tool for being,
I allow this web my all
It is my all
It is me.

This web is all there is.
My web is all there can be.
This is the world,
this is the universe.

My edible playthings enter my
World, my web, my universe,
To toy with me,
to amuse me.
To nourish me.
Find pleasure in me.

With them I play life’s games
On my web.
They become life’s games,
My web.

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Feb
06
1990

Nelson

by Stephen Messer

I see your brave words
and hear your brave heart,
but still there remain
People whose words and hearts
Are not heard, whose words and
Hearts are with yours, Nelson.
Though released, you are not free.
Though millions are behind you,
You are not in power.

Your brave words proclaim a world
your brave heart has never known.
While millions of puny voices speak
your praise, and praise your words,
But not as one voice.

You must speak the voice of millions,
Be the one voice
To proclaim a world those millions
Have not known.

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Jan
10
1990

Downwind

by Stephen Messer

We’re all living downwind of someone else’s trash
We’re all wallowing in the acid waters
of someone else’s rain
And still we all drive our cars and burn our fuels
And still we all complain.

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Dec
20
1989

Discontent

by Stephen Messer

I feel the strife of a life not in ruin,
and have never known a ruined life.
What less could I ponder:
I left the fields of green to return to
the icons of grey; left the skies of blue to
join forces with those that make skies brown.

I left a self I never knew for the same I never
Wanted. I lost all honesty in the lies I never told,
but wanted to.

I thought therefore I was, now I think that I am.
More lies I never told.

My favorite old agony of discontent disrupts and
corrupts again.

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Nov
14
1989

Door

by Stephen Messer

I came across a door today,
tried to walk through too,
but it was closed.

I couldn’t get inside,
and the person inside
(I knew there was a person inside)
refused to come out:
refused to see a different perspective
of the world,
from the outside.

The door stayed closed.

Reminded me of so many minds I’d come across –
the persons inside
refusing to come out,
refusing to see the world from
a different perspective.

Those minds stayed closed.

I walked through a door right now.
I just hope I opened it.

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