Pago 8
Th© Lance
February 23, 1989
Quill and Ink
I was dumbfounded as I entered the
building. Entering through the two doors
of oak, each weighing a thousand pounds
or so, I was overwhelmed. The ceilings
were enormous. I felt almost like a baby
falcon in the protection of its mother's
wings. Unlit iron light fixtures hung
from the ceiling. Rays of light shot
through the room from tiny windows,
piercing the darkness like lasers. The
contrast was like that on a fresh black
and white photograph. Then I could see
myself from above, alone in the collection
of pews. I saw myself in a situation
that described my inner thoughts. In
this limited vastness was a man reminiscent,
a man wanting to change the world. I
wanted to help this man I looked down
upon. Then looking back up into the
wings I loved so well, I faded into darkness.
SIBLEY LAW
Tremble
IT grips you with
iron claw and rips
your soul open slowly oh
so slowly exposing all
those dark secrets hidden
in the caves of hell where
fires lick your feet but
never turn you to ash so
that you cant forget the pain
and sharp taste of gall
rising in your throat as
Fear rules your actions and
thoughts. Lord Fear is an
expert in the field.
INGRID SCHOLZ
SLUT TRAPPED IN A MORAL DILEMNA
You're a slut trapped in a moral dilemna.
You don't know what to do.
You try to show how innocent you are.
But you really want to screw.
Your pleasure is the question.
But your reputation is at stake.
Should you give in to temptation?
What will you forsake?
The secular world is indifferent; ,
Your body says go.
Morality enters the picture;
Your religion says no.
Morality rules your conscience;
Thoughts of 'being good' fill your mind.
Desire tempts your body;
Thoughts of 'being bad' drive you mad.
You say that you are embarassed.
And the thought of sex reels your mind;
But you really aren't so innocent.
And you F--k all the time.
You've broken your moral convictions;
You have trouble living with that.
So you lie to your friends.
And you screw around behind their backs.
You tell you're friends that you're a Virgin:
But you want to be a whore.
So instead you Fool around^
Behind locked and silent doors.
You're a slut trapped in a moral dilemna.
And you might as welll face the facts;
You've lost your virginity many times.
And you'll never, ever get that back.
DLS
Soft murmur above the screeching
silence
Can you hear my thoughts
through the window of broken
glass?
Through the wall there is a
transcending echo that haunts me
like a childhood nightmare
recurring over and over
until memorized.
ANNE BLUE