"Spike" Gaithersburg

Franklin, Pennsylvania, USA

Touch not one piece of silver for thy self.For it thy do;May the law have mercy on your head.For I will have none for your possessions.And the Lord will have None for your soul!So say the prophosy of the S.E.M.S.


From The Belly Of The Beast

His eyes are bright.
His ears are sharp.
His talons extended!
The more he feast the less he eats,
For souls are what he's expended.
Your salvation be gone, if we don't
get along.
For we are all here together!
So open your eye's and see clear
skys.
Before the beast has yours for supper!!

Corporate Raiders

They got the word. But they have not heard.
Their ears are as blind as ever.
They cannot see the sheer misery of the
concequences from their endeavors.
But beware and heed, because this will feed, and
Just might leed, to Anarchy!
By Corporate Invaders.

They're Superiority

Their physical strength is that of a feather
But their spiritual strength? Have no bounds
whatsoever! The odds against them are So great.
Still they struggle to participate with only an
occasional need to...hesitate. To understand
what they endure is not fully possible, to be sure.
But we must try to cooperate, nurture, and educate.
To be there and not hesitate in their endeavor to
enjoy. A very small measure of pleasure-n-joy.

All poems Copyright © 1997 "Spike" Gaithersburg. All rights reserved.