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June 2, 2005 Part One Midget History I am thirty-six inches tall, that is all— Honest to god I am My hair is green, my eyes red, and I Have a very thick neck My eyebrows are thin, and my beard Has three hairs… And I bore abuse, when I was young Yes! It happened to be; day by day… …folks laugh at me, my appearance You see…I make them appalled. . I am middle aged, not very old, nor am I: pious, poor, or a fool; My wrinkles and blemishes are as they Are—I’d not change them …for food or gold… . I came from a race, from within the earth More ancient than man himself; So what do I do, I leave it to you— Just call me Omac, the Mighty Midget. . Ah! I’ve lived in this world of evil and bad— Sad and heartbreaking, to say the least Everyone preoccupied with everything— With neighbors, housewives and thieves. The only one I can think of, that I do not Despise or hate, is an acquaintance I’ve met, in the depths of Iceland, He left me a riddle to think: Said he “Why do you call me a great man? One you do not understand; with Dog-like devotion and faith? Perhaps it is that, a midget can’t live …without an impressive mate?” Said I to him, as he walked away, “It is Because you’re impressive to Them, not me!...” Part Two Midget Hell I visited hell, once upon a time with Its torture chambers and horrid Rhymes… If I could, I would take half of earth—there, Simply to see what they could bear; Thus, her soft white dreams that she Once seen, would then be in …the devils care. . With scorpions, dim and dark, and spiteful And horrible sounds—of hissing By your bed; with all of this I fear my friend, In Hell, you’d wish you were never dead. As the wiggly worms climb all about, what Gruesome view to hear men shout—; To see the horned malamute dogs growl Savagely, licking everything foul. . But I am a midget, of thirty-six inches tall That is all…, Blue-eyed, wings that don’t fly, Blood that rushes to my head… …When I get mad— Oh, sometimes I play the fool, I jerk and Shiver all over, but no one Notices—I’d like to squash them too; My life in their minds, unnoticed. Part Three Midget Madness I hate those I can understand; those I Do not, I find myself unarmed, And wishing I could. Everyone’s in a bubble of superiority, This of course irritates me… Their soft white hush, which is more like Cadaverous mush, wrapped up …up, in their crystal like dreams—! If it was up to me, I’d rape the wh*res And kill the queen—; That’s the sensible side of me, The Midget side, if you please. . Hell with the meaning of life, just give me A dagger or knife; wise men die Like midgets and fools, the only difference Is, they went to school. The fate of man, is not in his hands, As he’d like all to believe! Nor will pious images save him, they Come and go like fools gold; This is very plane to see! I need no flattery like they, only a Purpose for today…! Part Four Midget Love I have sung many praises to love and Beauty—: Above all, they sing back to me: “The waters are still, the witches Are real, and twilight is chilled; But my heart is tattered gray— For who loves a midget anyway?” I have my cross, where the Christians Walk—, for I tried to be a Christian You see—; and by love and faith I made a mistake…a midgets’ a …midget, also, in the halls of Christianity. . Blaspheme, blaspheme, everywhere, I’d like to load my gun, Face the sun, twist some bones In and out of their chest!... Too bad I’m harmless… I look out my midget door, once more Very little do I see, only people So many people, with envy, envy; I just wanted to be loved you see. Part Five Chavin De Huantar I must return today! Ancient am I Compared to thee… They are taking me back with an Escort I see, like a prince …under a princes care. They are humble to me, I’m not human You see, or so I wish not to be; To them I’m a millionaire. There is no pretence… …in the world for them… And in Chavin de Huantar I’ll be. . In point of fact, I’ll never be back, Chavin de Huantar will be My home; even the ignorant understand One must wash his hands, when… …all that is left is famine!... ------------ About the author: Mr. Siluk is a world traveler, a lover of the mysteries around the world, and has visit many World Heritage Sites, his most recent being Easter Island, the Galapagos and Mesa Verde. His books can be seen on/at Barns and Noble.com, Amazon.com, Wal-Mart, Abe.com Alibis, Boarders and several other sites and book stores. Many of his books can be purchased through the English Bookdealers. He spends his time between Lima, Peru and St. Paul, Minnesota, and has just finished working on two new books: "The Macabre Poems,” and “Perhaps it’s Love,” and continues to work on "Curse of the Abyss Worm,” a suspenseful mystery, and “Cold Kindness,” a tragic love affair. Visit http://dennissiluk.tripod.com Email: dlsiluk@msn.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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