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Poem for Petey



Cool, honorary Pete Townshend birthday poems! Can I play? I can? Great!
Okay, here goes:

_Pete's Hand, Stop Hurting Pete's Hand_
By: Hart Deer
"There once was a rockgod named Pete
Who I'd be ecstatic to meet
He played with the band
And impaled his hand
Now Pete has to strum with his feet"

Hm... that wasn't very good, and not entirely factual either, was it? Okay,
let me try again. Take two:

_Pete Waking in the Early Morning_
By: Hart Deer
"What is this thing which
Fills my vision, weighs heavy upon my mind?
Towering high above yonder horizon,
It rises above the heavens,
It blazes in the light of the infant sun. 

"What is this thing which
Sets itself before me,
Dominates me, overtakes me,
Rides upon me like a Roman warrior
And roars like rolling thunder?
My very nose."

Sigh, I'm not getting any better at this, am I? One last try, that's all,
I promise. Take three:

_I Took His Journey_
By: Hart Deer

"Beneath the veil of sound and sight,
I followed his child into the light.
The breaking mirror shattered night,
The breaking mirror wronged the right.
The shaking crowds then understood
The transformation of selfless good.
I took that journey, long and hard,
I heard the true Immortal Bard.

"Amongst the haze of teenage pain,
I got inside his hero's brain.
The breaking mind sang the refrain,
The breaking mind cried out in vain.
The quaking soul then came to peace,
Through simple love, there came release.
I took the journey, rough and real,
I know just how the Master feels.

"Around the city's whitened grime,
I contemplated changing times.
The breaking world gave up the ghost,
The breaking world forgot its host.
The shaking friend at last could see
The flaw that wrecked his dignity.
I took the journey, sad but true,
Into a world I too well knew.

"Across the globe, the dragon raged,
I was trapped inside his beloved's cage.
The breaking heart was wracked with guilt,
The breaking heart was almost killed.
The faking demon, through solar heat,
Released the children he called "meat".
I took the journey, weird it seemed,
To step into the Dreamer's dream.
 
"Into the maze of cyberspace,
I worked to build his better place.
The breaking chords from future past,
The breaking chords would always last.
The flaking woman had been wrong,
The rocker knew it all along.
I took the journey, far to gaze,
Of the Rebel's ideal days.

"Happy birthday, wise old man,
What new adventures do you plan?
Despair not, and do not fret,
There are many more journies for you yet!
And when you make them, it is true
That many fans will walk with you!" 

Yes, that's much better. Happy birthday, Pete!
- -Hart Deer
(deerdana@dekalb.dc.peachnet.edu)