### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ####### ## ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ## ####### [ Eden ] [ By Freon ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ Eden by Freon the sand falls through the air clear sparkling in a bright sun the surf rolls in and i feel as a bird riding on the updrafts the buffeting of the warm air on my wings my chest my soul and i am a man and i can feel these things and i can understand these things these things that i can never truly experience and the first word i speak will destroy my understanding and the first club i raise will destroy the things i love and there is no use for a word no use for an utterance but a murmur of joy unclear undefined they know what i mean the things i love and they murmur with me and i can hear them just as they hear me the palms shade i use as my tool a gentle tool that brings me but pleasure and cool in the beautiful sun i lie on the beach and feel its love for me is the same for my love for it the sand against my skin cradles me like my mothers arms but the first cloth i wear will destroy my understanding the first clay pot will destroy the things i love and there is no use for a cloth no use for a cover for my body but the skin that is part of me that i am a part of alive bronzed comfortable against whatever is inside of me be it flesh or bone or blood or spirit i am all and more pressed against it cannot add to me robes kill my spirit and my freedom i am alone and happy within myself and safe and happy with all my friends the old and wise the young and strong all so equally valued for just being alive by the others who show their appreciation by being alive themselves by being different and unique not trying to fit in with anything that is expected because nothing is expected but that they be themselves and the first man i strike will destroy my understanding the first war i wage will destroy the things i love and there is no use for hostility but a friendly companionable jostling joking scuffles in the sand with friends competition demonstration of strength and skill but all in good will for this man i pin to the sand for my strength shall be used to defend him when needed and he knows and i know that we are not fighting but showing how well we will protect each other and how well we will protect our brothers when the time comes and we know it will come and the first God i beg for aid will destroy my understanding my first sacrifice unto Him will destroy the things i love there is no use for a God no use for an imaginary saviour as i lick the sweat from my goddess's breast and inside her inside her my eternal life will grow and be born to this world of a million different colours this world of a million different sounds a million different tastes a million different smells a million different emotions and not one name not one blasphemous sacreligious name or label or category to tear the meaning from the things i love themselves to rip my very heart out through my very mouth each time it falls open to emit another precise moronic utterance about the so called science that i would cling to if this understanding was gone but if this understanding was gone what would there be to teach my children what could i teach them that they did not already know that i was a failure a freak of nature destroyed by my own arrogance glorified by my words and numbers and ingenious inventions that reduce me to a grovelling vomiting wreck or a cripple before a television screen or a mass murderer of animals to feed my obsession with gore or a murderer of men with my clean and oiled gun see how it sparkles when in the sun my boy whose rays i have poisoned with my cleverness see how it bangs and we can hear the sound desensitised as our ears have become by the roaring of our own applause for our rotting selves see how it tears the flesh and shatters the bone of the bird or deer or fox whose understanding we envy so see how i clean it with my leather cloth ripped from the hide of a herbivore so much like myself but so different because it is convenient for me to think so while i smash its skull with a captive bolt pistol and wrench out brain tissue with a wire cut its throat and hang it by the feet wait for it to drain no without words i will teach my son and without words he will answer that he loves me in a way that words in their clumsy overgeneralising foolishness cannot hope to describe or replace but still try and i will not send my son to be instructed by men and women i have never met men and women i will never know and who will never know my son as my mate and i will always know him and i will not test my son to see that he has learned enough if he doesnt he will die that is the rule that he knows when he is born so he will learn and the first test i devise will destroy my understanding the first school i found will destroy the things i love and there is no use for a test no use for an insubstantial measurement of this living breathing child this man like me that i have helped create this man who has helped without even trying to make me a man this man who is to me as i was to my father though i am old now and my father is gone and there are no moans and wails as we carry him to the cliffs no black stinking death machines no gilded shovel handles no self important ministers no preaching on a corpse no rebirth into eternal life no eternal bliss this is how it is this is how it has always been this is how it will always be no one need say it we all know and we lay him on the clifftop perhaps he will return not buried in a fatal grave if he is not dead he will return to scold us with gentle knocks around the head playful fistfuls of sand tossed carefully to avoid the eyes as he did when i was young and he was alive and we shall return and live on our beach by the sea in the sand and trees until we too are carried away to the clifftop where the bones grow white and the scavengers feed on our useless dead flesh before the grass and weeds claim all in time and the first medicine i mix will destroy my understanding and the first disease i cure will destroy the things i love and there is no use for a medicine a destroyer of the meaning of illness a perverter of the course of life a product of sick experiments on other things i love just to sustain my existence perhaps another day or two and though my bones are brittle and though my legs are weak and though my heart does pain me and though my breathing rasps i am old and it is better at this time in my life to die from a disease than from a side effect and the first breath i took destroyed my understanding and the last breath i exhale will destroy the things i love and there is no use for breath no use for another drawing of the air of this still green world this still beautful world this still unpoisoned world this still untainted world this still inhabited world where no man laughs when a friend is suffering where no man takes lives but to save his own or the lives of the ones he loves where no man travels far beyond his home in hope of plunder where no man enslaves another where no man pollutes anothers air or water where no man crashes through life with his raucous yelling of a salvation beyond where no man rots the minds of others with preaching where no man feels his mind rot from idleness where no sense is dulled no mind is unclear no heart is broken no body is tainted with drugs no teeth rot out from bad food no lungs rot out from bad air no livers rot out from bad water no lives rot from hateful thoughts because no words are spoken because no words are known and this is as it has always been as it is and as it will not always be and the first word i speak will destroy my understanding and the first book i write will destroy the things i love and there is no use for a word a meaningless broken metaphor for the feelings of my friends and their tears of joy and pain combined and their hopes and dreams and futures their loves and hates and lives and deaths as they lay me on the clifftop now that i have breathed my last http://www.nkpwhq.com/~freon/ --------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #579 Underground eXperts United 2001 uXu #579 http://uXu.org/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------