WHY POLYMAN? 

He is one of those insatiable robots humans.     

It's the same old story;   
                                           The protagonist plagued by  a overactive libretto mind,
                                            searching for himself at the bottom of every bottle river. 
                                                   
                                                Growing up a victim of society; physically, mentally 
                                                 abused plagued by extreme feelings of inadequacy 
                                                 causing intense anger and pain.  Using sex, booze and                                                                        rock & roll 
                                                 as an outlet.                                                                    
                                                                 and in the end...just gone to pot

Potcorn

Some call him a burnout, mentally bankrupt, brain-dead
or just the recipient of bad brains.

They harbor the most unflagging supposition that 
he is definitely an entity.


but he is just a product
of his environment.

So. Why Poly?  Ah, the question of our times...

Is he human,? Is he a robot? What kind of product is he?

Have the drugs worked? Has the mania subsided?

Has the depression lifted?    

Questions I'm sure we'd all like answered someday.

The fact is that he has strayed further than most lost sheep.

Sure there are the naysayers, the skeptics that are clamoring

he is a fake...a charlatan. And that's not saying much- Sure he is-

but he is lovable cute and kind. Even a little ahead of his time.

Clearly misguided- but what the hell!

                                                         

                                                    

OK I GET IT!

You don't like what I've created.

What do you prefer I do?

Post nice little flower or landscape scenes

with quirky little captions? 

I won't can't. Please understand...PLEASE!

                         
                             @#$%^&*()@#$%^&*()

Oh Poly don't get so worked up...they just don't understand you.                                       You are old an enigma TO THEM.

                                   

You are something akin the thin man

but you are harmless

like rain.

There is so much love in you

Still they fear you.

Why can't they just pay homage aggrandize accept you? Why?

PLEASE DON'T BE PISSED HURT ANGRY.

YOU ARE THE CARING FORCE.

THEY KNOW THIS IS MORE THAN JUST A CUT 

AND PASTE JOB.

Deeper than mere esthetic procedures would have it.

...but admit it rooter- you are needy and eager for acceptance.

Yes. I am.

The business of the day

is war

                                     (Laurie Lipton, Collateral Damage)

A solution to the liquidity crises... 

A great way to thin out the herd...

We are the herd- The thundering herd. Haven't you heard?      
Time to report to you local draft board.                The war is on!

Oh Poly...Don't be absurd!        They don't do that anymore. Do they?
                                                           Will they?

                          Laurie Lipton, Death of the Maiden)

But who will protect the children?
Who will pacify?

We will be too busy fighting the evil...And there is evil lurking                                                                                 around every corner

and death hides under a sheet
against Abraham's bosom.

     Lord! Please do not forsake us in our hour of need.
Deliver us from evil...

Remember, we are the good ones. 
We are on the right side.
In the light.

                                              (Laurie Lipton,  delusion dwellers)

We will pray

and ask for absolution.

Pass the ammunition.

...and save us all.

.

Making oneself scarce

There is nothing left to do

      

I am sorry you can't accept it understand.

I am out of my element mind. It is a closed one. One that is lost; a lost cause.

and I can't begin to help myself.

You see- everything is built on sand.

                           Pure and simple. We have lost sight on what is important.                         EACH AND EVERYONE OF US.

                                         We are Alone.                                                                                           It is a matter of course. ..  

                                                                      I... I am lumbered

 afloat on a raft of my own design.

GRASPING ONTO LUNACY. A marked man.
 Not of this world.
Not for this world.
An alien in a no-mans world.

Losing touch.  

Out of touch. Out of control.

It is a toss-up if we will ever get where
we need to be.

I know I am not there.

 Dream 

THERE ARE NO DREAMS LEFT in me.

They have been abandoned on time's doorstep

faded  dissected  lifeless.

As I am tired.

                      You must be the one 

to carry on.                                                                       In my absence.

I no longer have the will.                                Nor the desire.

It is not in me anymore my child.

                                            I am sorry. I have failed.

You must find your own.

THE RAINBOW IS IN YOU.

Be your own light.                                                 

There is no other choice. 

Dreams are the mind's oasis.

They are the signpost

to the future.

The magic to endure.

 your endeavor.

You, my child must be the one

to do what needs to be done.

Barren.

The path you chose led to nowhere.
No one could help.

                                                       

 You stood alone on the tracks

     while the train passed.

              We dared not wave.

You watched.
We all saw the pain 
in your eyes.
                
                                                We could all feel the storm approaching.
                                                                          I knew also that you would deny it.
                                  
You needed your drink.
                                                                       

No one could sway you.

                                                                          You needed the drug

It sounds so simple now.

                                                                                    but How could anyone know
                                                                                                   at the time


                                                            You wished to die?

Your deathwatch had begun long ago,

                                                 and I believe she wanted you dead. 
   




   It was her only way of being free.


and you indulged.
                                                

                                          Thus ended your time on Earth.

                                                                WE DID HAVE FUN.