From: mwatts@neumann.une.edu.au (Perry Farrell)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems,alt.pagan
Subject: The creation of her
Date: 19 Oct 93 02:05:32 GMT

The creation of her


And the world slowly dissolves into the ecstasy of chaos
We emerge as nothing
Except her love

It is all I know
And all I care to know
Mother earth create me anew

The sphere explodes in glass
Her silent screams
The hill bends and calls
Extracting energy and giving anew
No rush

The magical forest
Nymphs and fairys flit from branch to branch
Rays of sunshine make sparkles
And twist the colours so well

The darkness
Searching the unknown
Where elves and gnomes dig and dream
Chasms where monsters growl

Peace by piece
Pieces everywhere, in another sphere
Jumping between them
Staying nowhere
Forever searching


 "You see control can never be an means to any practical end.
  It can never be a means to anything but more control."
				William S. Burroughs, 'Naked Lunch'


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Here is some more of my goddess poetry, the idea of 'Chaos Theory'.
Out of chaos emerges her beauty.

Feedback eagerly anticipated
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Hallo dear earthling.  Welcome to my nightmare >:-]  Chow for now...
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