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POEMS GROUP 14: FLVCTVATIO

Category 1: Intraxions

Section Index


  1. Entr'acte
  2. It's Broken
  3. Shades of Darkness
  4. Backside Apertures
  5. Rain So Dark
  6. Becoming


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Phil John Kneis:
FLVCTVATIO - INTRACTIONS I:
ENTR'ACTE
Spindleruv Mlyn, September 6th, 1999 - P#108

I.
So gather now!
The game begins.
And all, hear hear!
'Cause no one wins.

II.
The place seems clear,
The set is set,
Just broke the bough,
Just gone the net.

III.
A havoc all
And quietness too -
And two is one
And one is two.

IV.
So all apart
And all seems fake,
The truth inside
Is but to wake!

V.
A tremor's cry,
A sudden surge,
And now awakes
The truthful urge:

VI.
Let it begin,
But be aware,
The time is now
To just take care.



PJK
September 10th, 1999







Phil John Kneis:
FLVCTVATIO - INTRACTIONS II:
IT'S BROKEN
Spindleruv Mlyn, September 6th, 1999 - P#109

I.

No chance to deny it,
You just can outcry it,
You cannot pass by it,
You can't even try it.

II.
What worked once is broken,
And now it's a token,
The pain has awoken
And truth now has stroken.

III.
And struck it has hardest
What once seemed the farthest
Now brings in its harvest
And strikes down the largest.

IV.
The issue won't settle,
The sound of the battle,
Demonic this rattle,
Has fenced you like cattle.

V.
No way to escape this,
No way to evade this,
No way to ignore this,
No way to betray this.

VI.
You have to accept it
And have to confront it -
Just face it, then take it
For ever repair it.



PJK
September 10th, 1999







Phil John Kneis:
FLVCTVATIO - INTRACTIONS III:
SHADES OF DARKNESS
Spindleruv Mlyn, September 6th, 1999 - P#110

I.
Can't look into my self,
Can't even try,
Afraid to find what's wrong,
What won't go by.

II.
Can feel its eyes on me,
Within me too,
Can smell its smell of death,
Don't have no clue.

III.
When all seems calm around,
I feel the maze,
When all seems quietly, nice,
I feel it raise.

IV.
So all that I can do
Is be alarmed,
And that not me nor you
Then will get harmed.

V.
I fear that's not enough,
Could I do more?
But then it's not just me
It has in store.

VI.
It's ev'rywhere and here,
It's not our fault,
But to defy, resist:
For that we're called.



PJK
September 10th, 1999







Phil John Kneis:
FLVCTVATIO - INTRACTIONS IV:
BACKSIDE APERTURES
Spindleruv Mlyn, September 6th, 1999 - P#111

I.
Some people are so
Indescribably awful,
Their actions and words
So entirely hateful,

II.
Despicable crap
Coming out of their mouth, but
Discernable not
If they come from their butt.

III.
But needed they are!
For the contrast they make:
They clearly us show
Just the path not to take.



PJK
September 10th, 1999







Phil John Kneis:
FLVCTVATIO - INTRACTIONS V:
RAIN SO DARK
Berlin, April 17th, 2000 - P#121

I.
The rain so dark
Its source so deep
Its fall so steep
Its force so stark

II.
The rain so strong
Its drops diverse
At chance occurs
Nor right nor wrong

III.
The rain so weak
In thirst so rare
To hope we dare
And life then seek

IV.
The rain so bright
In it we thrive
For it we strive
Eternal might

V.
The rain so dark
The clouds hang low
The leaves soon bow
Allows the ark

VI.
The rain in all
All fate unites
No law abides
And frogs may fall.



PJK
April 30th, 2000







Phil John Kneis:
FLVCTVATIO - INTRACTIONS VI:
BECOMING
Monte Etna, August 18th, 2000 - P#129 - 142


Rocks inside
And faint a shadow
Darkest howling from within
Red like Blood
The stone a fluid
And inside
The dogs of hell


Darkest tremor from down yonder
Waking, shaking,
All consume
Thoughts unwind
And forms emerging
And to energies now bind


Smoke
And smokescreens
Rocks
And sand
And from fused a state becoming
All so shaken
All so stirred


Madness finally so frozen
Laughingly, it breaks away
Mights unleashed
Their terror loose -
And then silently
Just stay
Silent forces
Working now
Less a howling
Less prepost'rous
Still
No way
To make them stop


All from deepest longings rising
Once in flow,
So hard to fight,
All the haze
And crazy hurry
But will cease
Once time is right


Rocks now cold
And heat is bound
Tears so wrought
And home
Is found
Till the circle
Starts again,
Ever-lasting,
Incomplete



PJK
August 31st, 2000





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