Bettie Kaczynski

REAL Bettie Page TV Interview - Her Life In Her OWN Words
Publishing the Unabomber papers
Just for fun a little introduction into the bizarre people that inspired my rock opera tribute to theatrical days of rock n roll led by the like of Pink Floyd, The Who, David Bowie, Alice Cooper, Meat Loaf etc (hope the links work)

Poetry Post 200

So Much For The Afterlife
Every soul commits its daily sin
All twenty thousand days we're living in
And every sin counts toward death and strife
So, so much for the afterlife
There's no resetting it only gets higher
Every sin takes us closer to when we expire
And every sin counts toward death and strife
So, so much for the afterlife
We are conscious to truth and to pain
And the truth of the two are quite plain
And every sin counts toward death and strife
So, so much for the afterlife

Heroes Of Hollywood
You were always the hero I needed you to be
You were the full potential of what could have been me
You lived by morals that meant more than man's laws
Even your sins were noble for heroes need heroic flaws
After all who can try without facing failure
When you fall it only makes success mean that much more
You were a hero because we always got what we expected of you
Consistency is the key to being the idol of those who would never do
You could never betray our trust and therefore never lose our love
You have a lot of companions but no peers when set so high above

Solitary Planet
Alone in a dark universe of only one
One planet in a galaxy void of sun
No path, no destiny, wandering space without reason
No light, no life, only one hostile season
Nothing within nothing without
Just empty mass thrusting about

Poetry Post 199

Rushing To Be Loved
How many times have I felt this way before
The feeling that we could be more
Again I fall out of relationship procedure
But I need something more because I'm insecure
I need to validate my worth for my esteem to endure

Knowledge And Pain
I know of pain and of truth but I know not why
My vulnerability and knowledge makes me want to cry
I know how to prevent and delay
But sometime someday
I surely shall die

Locked Up Room
Locked up inside this lonesome room
Stuck in my sorrow and gloom
Unable to set myself free from here
Trapped in the room of fear
In this room there isn't a window
There is nowhere to go
There is nowhere to leave no place to exit
Just enough room to fear as you sit

Poetry Post 198

House Of God
I'm unwelcomed to the House of God
I am a Christian fraud
I went to find instant euphoric pleasure
But lost God's spiritual treasure

Spiritually Dead At Birth
Spiritually dead at birth
Living in hell on Earth
What is left for me on either side of the grave
Too inhibited to live now to desperate to save

Hate And Fate
All grounds on which to hate
All rot away in the final fate
Why chain ourselves with hate when love sets us free
Why restrict ourselves in futile energy

Poetry Post 197

Derica
Derica dark princess of the night
Laying in my bed I embrace you tight
Angel of my day, lover in the night
A sexy woman Paradise of Delight
But demands respect and shall be treated right
Tender, kind yet a source of feminine might
Proud but not haughty secure in her height

Derica II
Derica a sweet and gentle spirit
A wonder incomprehensible to be near it
A soul so tender is everyone's duty to revere it
Derica a name so wonderful just to hear it
Peace and security are her presence
Love and kindness are her essence
Sincerity to the full without pretense
Most beautiful of all in every sense

Derica III
Your eyes glow like the summer moon
Your smile is brighter than the sun at noon
Your touch is a warm ray of sun in a dark cold windstorm
Your soul has all the beauty of nature in feminine form
The shaded oaks are envious of your embrace
Nature has not a safer nor such an inviting place
The beauty of your body and spirit never cease
It's purity and compassion places me at peace