the hands move through you
and into
the movement of voyeurs
as they witness
as they preserve

the words of these
please don't move from
the windows of churches
perched
and searched
and ready to bleed

the grips and gripes and holds of
strings that
hang like vines
that hang like embers
from
Atlanta's
fiery greens

their dope fiends
descending as means
to behoove you as we move you
to simply let go
and follow

the most hollow
figments
remnants
of your
imagination

of endless nightmares
of meandering day dreams
of hallucinations that are anything but
which one
son
do you figure
will be the spell
cast to hash it out
with you and your
shadow man
your fellow man
you left behind in a trail of
fast food signs
and empty voter polls

So here we are
Two from the same origin
no one in blood
but molded in notes
pictures and soundscapes
no longer beholden
to the molten lava
slowly dripping
from the tarry black surfaces
as you

look up like

there is no one
there was no one
there will never be

any solutions

07/22/2006

Author's Note: Here is the new song we wrote based on the intro and my friend Andrew's track he sent us, we radically altered and rearranged; again, this is another geppetto gestapo hybrid of music and these poems which were written before the music- go geppettogestapo dot blogspot dot com, or www dot myspace dot com/geppettogestapo

Posted on 07/23/2006
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