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Phil John:
DIMISSIO - REMAINS I:
CAN'T YOU JUST
(METASTASIS, PART ONE OF NINE)
Eichwalde, April 26th, 2002 - P#188
Falling am I, Can't you hold me, Can't you just Be here to catch me Catch me Hold me Grasp me Take me Give myself, my sickest mind Give myself Someone to hold Someone to love And to be loved
 April 27th, 2002
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Phil John:
DIMISSIO - REMAINS II:
INCONNU
(METASTASIS, PART TWO OF NINE)
Berlin, May 8th, 2002 - P#189
je ne veux pas je ne peux pas mais bien si je souhaite t'embrasser te regarder te basser et avec tu simpl'ment rester - mais non, je reste, je suis tant seul, et je n' sais pas comment te dire sans invader ta vie fermée et ça de quoi j'ai bien besoin il faut rester, et inconnu m'amour de toi restant bien sûr
 May 8th, 2002
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Phil John:
DIMISSIO - REMAINS III:
SIGNIFICANT OTHER
(METASTASIS, PART THREE OF NINE)
Eichwalde, May 12th, 2002 - P#190
Through all the times Waiting just Through all the times Looking just Searching And hoping For one single person To make it all right To just let it all Make sense And also, in turn, Me, too, making sense, And joint, just like this, In heart and in mind, In body and soul In all kitschy ways - Why can't it come true? Is too much to ask this, Are times too progressed, And thinking of love Unthinkable here?
 May 12th, 2002
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Phil John:
DIMISSIO - REMAINS IV:
SIGNIFICANT OWN
(METASTASIS, PART FOUR OF NINE)
Eichwalde, May 24th, 2002 - P#191
just make it end and stop the pain just put a stake right through my heart that would complete what's done already would just free me from this spell would just let me walk again make me live and cast you off
for how can it be that I love you still? for there's no reason to pursue you: you're not bait, and I'm no hunter, I still want you, but that's all, irrelevant, for it needs two and you're not seeing me that way
and still, that pain's inside of me, and when I think of you, it hurts, when I see you, I'm in pain, what's that spell, it can't be love, it must not be, for all it does is bring me feelings I can't need and see connections where are none and see a link where there's just coldness, where's just stuff that's not about me, problems, thoughts you have to deal with, want to deal with by yourself
am thrust unto myself again but see, how can I find another, how could I go out and look when there's just emptiness around me or some lucky ones in love - how can I now once I've met you see the world anew again? for new it ain't and I just can't deny what happened to my soul
and still, it's pathetic, and still, it's obsessive, and still, it just keeps me from living along - am living alone in stead am dying each night anew and as soon I am home, as soon I'm alone, I've just become another person lonely, smaller, just a mere shadow, almost a ghost, and not quite alive, not quite myself without you to complete me
and is there no end? can't be there a change? or just transformation of pain into life, silence to trust, love into friendship, for if there ain't love, should sever the bonds we that held us together and still can be seen and still can be felt? you don't just do that you can't just throw it away this bond you can't just discard such a fragile construction for that would be saddest an end to all hope so don't, please don't, don't throw me away out with the litter out in the darkness into oblivion
we can't slay our demons we just can accept them learn to embrace them can't cast them off for if we did, we'd cast off ourselves. we can't become perfect, can't stand on our own: we still need others still need a friend still need an other to help see the own
 May 24th, 2002
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Phil John:
DIMISSIO - REMAINS V:
TEAR
(METASTASIS, PART FIVE OF NINE)
Eichwalde, July 2nd, 2002 - P#192
what's inside what's not to see what's not to know and just to guess and wouldn'be guessed and wouldn't be known and wouldn't be thought and couldn't be thought and couldn't be brought outside ever more
what's outside what's seen but not seen what's known but not known just guessed but not guessed and cannot be known and cannot be thought and cannot be brought inside ever more
a tear seems t'have formed just tearing it down tearing it down what known once believed what perfect perceived a safehouse assumed and all petty games and all petty lies the smallest betrayals of thoughts just your own the smallest deception you made on your own torn it down a tear in time a tear in space a loop you're making over and over and over again
so over it now just better but be ignore now the loop ignore but it's spin it's inner insanity inner complacency inner but drive inner deception: won't you get fooled again won't you but fool you yourself again just do ignore it just do keep going and on your own this loneliest place that's where you belong again nobody's servant nobody's slave nobody's fool ever again till next time, my friend, 'cause this is the end the fucking end of the fucking road till back you again have come from your flight for walk we on circles encircling ourselves
and through the tears that cradle your sleep your past washed away your thoughts to get clear so till you see what's inside, is out, what's outside, is in and out of the game is in the game so tear it down like torn it has you and make yourself quite out of the ashes and out of the grave then dug by yourself just tear down the sight that blinded you has: but don't you but see, there's no where to go, there's no way to know?
 July 2nd, 2002
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Phil John:
DIMISSIO - REMAINS VI:
PUPPET
(METASTASIS, PART SIX OF NINE)
Eichwalde, July 12th, 2002 - P#193
just a puppet not a being just a thing that is controlled and is observed to not come closer not come nearer to the truth and stay away and stay in sight but never just with own an impulse own a feeling to be let
just a slave of cruel emotions just a zombie in the making not quite dead, but not alive; how to see here - how to act when action's lost and gets unknown?
and how did it happen how did it come how did the spirit steal out and die how can it be how to unmake it and how to remake now what's lost and seems gone?
 July 12th, 2002
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Phil John:
SYLLOGY XX:
DIMISSIO - REMAINS VII:
(DIALYSIS, PART EIGHT OF NINE)
Eichwalde / Hurghada / Luxor, August 6th-30th, 2002 - P#198
EXPOSITION:
PRAELVDIVM
FRAGMENT ONE
FRAGMENT TWO
FRAGMENT THREE
FRAGMENT FOUR
FRAGMENT FIVE
FRAGMENT SIX
FRAGMENT SEVEN
FRAGMENT EIGHT
FRAGMENT NINE
POSTPONIVM
PRAELVDIVM
all I could write just doesn't fit all I could write just ain't enough just ain't the whole of the picture at hand just doesn't fit and just can't portray and truthfully illustrate all that has happened all that has changed all that remained inside and within and all petty lies and all neat pretending - just show me their helpless, sweet misunderstanding, say, am I the only one 'xcept poems and singers that share these reflections and share but the curse that's following me and stays not at home once I go away? am followed by thoughts that based not in reason but based in my heart so don't give me reason that's not the right poison to kill off my love
FRAGMENT ONE
this is no game I mean, it shan't be this is too serious this is too heavy-set this is too true t' be fooling around love is no game love is the essence, the giver of life and once you have found it it's all that you've wanted and all that you've needed and keeps you then going just faster and stronger and better than ever - a wellspring of hope of safety, of change, and of seeing the world alone not, together - and blah blah blah blah blah and making a diff'rence where others are shallow all you need (you know that phrase) and still it's true for can't you see? once I was cynical, safe, unattached, but now that love has struck me down I'm seeing the truth - as long you've not seen it, you haven't found love I'm not talking giggling and sweet holding hands and color-matched clothes and digging the body and steaming hot sex and babies (or not) and family luck and grand-kids and great-grand ones cuteness around so and everything pink - pink such a bubble is not what I mean maybe I am a family man maybe, however, it suits me just better to just be a lover these others are details not quite but defining not quite but illuming just what it is I'm talking about
FRAGMENT TWO
take me to the garden to the fucking garden of joy we need to go there need just be there hang around and eat the fruits that hang around there the fruits of joy of love and passion of sincerest devotion of maddening want yes, take me there indeed let the willows willow the meadows meadow the rivers river I know it's nonsense utterly crappy imagery it's just an old song and just an old topic so what shall I say words have left me let me just make it a patchwork of things a tapestry of life a pastiche yet to come so what shall I say take me there or not there's just no reason to go on alone
FRAGMENT THREE
can't tolerate love can't tolerate happiness can't even stand it to happen for others can't just abide it cannot ignore it still it reminds of what might be lost what may have happened what may have worked - instead but just fleeing 'nto cynical harshness in other's lives too - but that is not me - for I cannot make these steps - I just can't play the cold one who's hot just for show there's just one rule I need to follow just one rule I must accept to know my self, and make it better and make my face the same for all and every one oh, stop the bullshit stop pretending: for that's a rule I can't just follow it's just not working for me any more it's just pretending just assuming to uphold a certain face, a certain stronghold to appear much stronger but the outside world just must not know I must not tell I must not show that dead I've been inside since then that dead is all around me so that I'm just walking to my grave and wanting just it all to stop that may sound harsh you may not abide it and may not want hear it that's fair, of course, and don't I know it I just don't care I fucking don't care not any more why should I, huh? I don't hold no cards any more I've left the game for left me it has so why should I care
FRAGMENT FOUR
I'm sinking downwards cannot sleep cannot hear cannot listen will the walls not move towards me please, and the table here stop rocking? ain't there not a slightest piece here? no, no slightest peace is mine, dear, flee the terror, flee the past, and flee it all go away and drift apart - take apart your inner cruelty inner howl and inner insanity love her leave her love her leave her love her leave her love her leave her love me rape me leave me alone I'm just the fool in this game just the little stupid fool drifting away is all I can do no other choice has been given to me drifting away all now is drifting away all that I'd known all that I'd cherished all that I'd wanted now it's just gone returns no more my babe's left me and now I see she never was here with me she never even saw a future saw a potential lying ahead my babe is gone I love her so so is this hell? it just must be it has to be there's not another clue available
FRAGMENT FIVE
there's no structure to be found here fragments all and numb my mind all's just torn to pieces here fragmented my inner core what's to say that hasn't been said should insist I or hold back? don't I know she wants not hear it don't I known she cannot take it so all I can do is keep the peace the armistice and cease my fire try to heal my heart within so that from fragments, structure rises and from distorted feelings, something else
FRAGMENT SIX
it must not end in shattered pieces must not end in silence all must not end in calls unanswered must not end in ignorance for too important what was lost what has to be a better path and one we can go without hurting ourselves a compromise to save the past and keep a future yet unwanted at a distant, quietly
FRAGMENT SEVEN
so that's where it ends? but what then went wrong? it just doesn't fit? is this the secret, the mystery all? it's driving me mad, say, can't you see it? you could not tell me just what went wrong - out of politeness, out of discretion, whatever it was, it's making me crazy reliving the past over and over and over again yet talk about it, I can't, it doesn't feel right, it doesn't feel proper, it just might disturb your daily routine and make me a thorn in your life and your plans
FRAGMENT EIGHT
I can't just ignore you cannot just leave you I love you still and that's the truth I can't break our bonds and if there ain't love, there still can be friendship, I want this, too, it's killing me, though, but that's just ok, for not seeing you is just so much worse
FRAGMENT NINE
there is no solution there just is no way I let you go I'm losing you still can't lose my love for this is different it's not just some words it's not just a surface it's true in all ways it's not just a crush it's not just some hormones it's love all the way the only, the sickening, maddening kind it's Juliet and Romeo Buffy and Angel I'm losing my soul, with or without you, and gaining, and losing, a reason to live
POSTPONIVM
but there's no solution there is no way this cannot be over by talking it out this cannot be dealt with by striking a blow or making a bubble of words filled with pain that's done already I'm broken down and torn apart and pain's my fellow in the night and darkness stays my sweetest companion I know, deep down, that I'll be alone and won't have peace in my heart again but still, I felt it, and somehow, I know no compromise no fake affairs that I don't need and I can't take it I know what I want I just cannot have it and love is my curse my demon and friend and only lament
 August 30th, 2002
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