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Phil John:
DISPVTATIO - ASSUMPTIONS I:
ZERO THOUGHT
Grand Canyon, August 4th, 1997 - P#71
I. Assumptions go and thoughts arrive And form the speech and all derive And show whatever is to say, Whatever might just go away, Whatever stays or comes and talks, Whatever to strange places walks, That all the deeds and actions so Are measured well and soon can go.
II. Away to go, not to return, No questioning, just time to learn, No secret hole to loop just through And flee all judgement eas'ly so, No nice a fee is all to pay, No neat some words are all to say, Not cute, not fresh has one to be - Just true of all is all to see.
III. The truth itself no mystery, No hidden word, no lost a key, Is simple, straight and clearly made, Not piece of work, not to debate, No web of lies can this destroy, Just could they for some time annoy And influence the people's thought - But lies are zero, nil plus nought.
IV. And all the lies that seem to thrive Will once from all the truthful life A revelation know and kill. The web of dark to nowhere will Just flee, survive or look for chance - It is divided by the fence Itself has built against the right, But sun annihilates the night.
V. Ridiculous of all the things The man quite seems who never thinks Of all the times and places all Upon his shadow used to fall, But sense then did not come along And rubbish all but told the tongue; But now he asks and wonders why The world and all the times go by.
VI. The zero thought will live some days, But will be trampled down on ways That sapient beings shall proceed. So all the false and shadows' breed Has zero praise then at the end, No matter how intelligent, The thoughts are zero, have no worth, When not to truth they once give birth.
 April 2th, 1999
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Phil John:
DISPVTATIO - ASSUMPTIONS II:
HELL OF MAN
Dresden, February 6th, 1998 - P#82
I. On all the days we ask for more, With all this pace we then explore Surrounding places that we yearn To find and then we want to learn What drives to height and power us, What counts no minus but just plus.
II. Away from all the places then Away from what seemed like a plan, Away these sounds and fears and heat, Away this talk of good and weed - Away the old, away the new, Away, because we have no clue.
III. All pictures that might come to mind, All terror that to hide behind, All horror that to wait us there Supposed and feared are everywhere - We look for all these just out there And think them being neverwhere.
IV. O call it darkness, call it night, Choose other words of easy fright, Chose names and places all at once, Place evil back to knives and guns, Just blame the messenger once more, Just now again ignore the core.
V. What do you see? Where do you hide? Where do you flee this simple fright? Is not the hell a hell of man? A hell that we did make again? A hell that we know best of all? A hell that drives us towards fall?
VI. What we create is what we are And is not anyway afar From thought and dream - do they exist? Are we mere shadows in the mist Of batt'ling times and forces then? O, won't we fall aback again!
 April 2th, 1999
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Phil John:
DISPVTATIO - ASSUMPTIONS III:
NEVERWHERE
(ENNEALOGY, PART FIVE OF NINE)
Eichwalde, December 29th, 1997 - P#80
I. Among all times to see the signs, Among all words between the lines, Among all noise to find a sound, Among all those the one to count That would make change to our days And that would lead us to those ways That safe a passage would present And not the rules of life so bend And not us lie to, not annoy, And not make cry us, not a toy, - To find those clues behind the face Of world among this deadly race Of "yes" and "no" and "might" and "nope" Will need more than a tiny rope Or hints or science anyway - If truth of all for us to stay, We are to go to Neverwhere, And once we are in Neverthere We know that this is Nevertime - And laugh as this is Neverwhine.
II. The hell with this! I'm telling nuts? I'm telling what thru logic cuts Like knives thru butter going thru? And not you have the slightest clue? But then I say: That's true, my friend! Because I tell of promised land - A promise we will get with faith, With faith to not enjoy the wave Of current trends or new affairs, Of older ways that no one cares About with right? The truth is now! But does that fit or does that bow The words I said in awful rhyme? Yeah, does that fit the words of mine? But Neverwhere means Neversure, It means to never have a cure For words like agony and rage, So that we'll suddenly engage In matters that seemed strange ago But are today important though.
III. Is faith enough? And ever worth? And how to tell to go how furth? Or ever further? Far away? Or are we now just here to stay, To wait and wonder what will come, To yearn for something that will stun The minds of us forever soon - To drift apart to dreaming gloom And stay just there, not else to go And not to think to do just so? And what is just? And what shalt fail? We humans know just right to nail A man to cross just all the time, It is just done and will not shine To hearts and minds - forever then Will men won't get to Neverwhen? What do I say! What do I curse! Ain't I just make it much more worse? Ain't I ignoring everything? And fly too high on poet's wing?
IV. This Neverwhere we search and miss, The earth we stand on we should kiss Instead of wishing it away And wishing we would ever stay Alive on earth and not to leave And not to go - just like a thief We try to steal us time to live And don't seem quite so willed to give To Him a sign that we Him trust - Too many things then do we must. I know this, yes, I know this well, The truth to people I want sell But home alone I sit just still And try to find a solid will To do the things I am to do, To write the words I have no clue Before I make them up like now. The letters stand just in a row And look at me, I look at them And wish we just had Neverthen.
V. It's monsters fighting monsters back, It's sailing with a leaking crack, It's singing with a drunken voice, It's playing but with lacking toys, It's searching but without a hint, It's running just against the wind, It's writing someone who can't read, It's serving someone who can't lead - It's leading without any aim, It's like all effort is in vain - It's crying, whining, howling so, It's lamentation and we'll show Just disrespect for truthful ways And disrespect for truthfilled days. The truth we hear and read and know, But do our knees just ever bow? Don't we pretend? Or don't think straight? How long is mankind just to wait? Until the day the earth drops dead? To where have we the future lead?
VI. The time is up! And so this place. Are we just waiting and just gaze Until then everything falls down? Betraying all we once had vown? But faith will show us how to thrive And faith will show to get a life, A life that moves to Neverwhere, A place that we too much but care Than to dismiss it, so we fear That never we will get just near. Say Neverwhere, say Neverwhen, Say Neverfar, Say Neverthen - One place it is creation means, One place where all just right then seems, One place we know of all the lands And worlds and fictions without ends - A place where all of us will go And where we came some time ago, The place creation knows her name - The name of god is just the same.
 April 2th, 1999
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