POETRY
January 1997
DEATH OF AN INNOCENT
I went to a party, Mum, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mum, so I drank coke instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mum, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mum, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mum, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mum, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mum, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mum, but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mum, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mum, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mum, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mum. I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mum? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mum, and most of it is mine.
I hear the paramedic say, Mum, I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mum, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mum. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mum? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mum, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mum. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mum, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mum, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mum, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mum. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mum. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mum, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
Anonymous
.thoughts.of.me.
running around in circles
round a thought
in a labyrinth
a maze of fears
of lost hopes and of tears.
i sold my home
went away
of thoughts i slay.
lived my life of pain
in complete solitude
shielded and protected
by the thoughts i have rejected.
now my home burns
like a crippled
walls rippled.
my head turns to look back
one last time
a winding track
disasters of me
naked exposure
overwhelming me.
running around in circles
i look back in madness
this i confess
to thee my friend
come follow me
until the end.
(C) 1996, Kardyak
VIRTUALITY
Like a Shipwrecked mariner adrift on an unknown sea
Clinging to the wreckage of the lost ship Fantasy
I'm a castaway, stranded in a desolate land
I can see the foorprints in the virtual sand
Net boy, Net girl
Send your signal 'round the world
Let your fingers walk and talk,
And set you free
Net boy, Net girl
Send your impulse 'round the world
Put your message in a modem
And throw it in the Cyber Sea
Astronauts in the weightlessness of pixellated space
Exchange graffiti with a disembodied race
I can save the universe in a grain of sand
I can hold the universe in my virtual hand
Net boy, Net girl
Send your signal 'round the world
Let your fingers walk and talk,
And set you free
Net boy, Net girl
Send your impulse 'round the world
Put your message in a modem
And throw it in the Cyber Sea
Let's dance tonight
To a virtual song
Press this key
And you can play along
Let's fly tonight
On our virtual wings
Press this key
And see amazing things
Like a pair of vagabonds who wave between two passing trains
Or the glimpse of a woman's smile through a window in the rain
I can smell her perfume, I can taste her lips
I can feel the voltage from her fingertips
Net boy, Net girl
Send your heartbeat 'round the world
Let your fingers walk and talk,
And set you free
Net boy, Net girl
Send your impulse 'round the world
Put your message in a modem
And throw it in the Cyber Sea
From the new Rush Album, "Test for Echo."