THE SOUL OF SNOWBOARDING

The days are colder,
The air becomes pure
And White.
Something stirs inside.
The soul of winter.
The soul of snow.
The soul of speed.
The soul of flying.
With a primal scream
It carves an S into
The newly fallen fresh.

Come now it is time to Go. Take one last look about The empty rooms, Then close the door And be on your way. B.N.

D.S.

THE KILLER (AIDS)

Puny human do you really know
how little it takes to make me grow,
you're ignorance is my strength,
you're well- placed fear I do hate.
Desire is my father,
blood is my mother,
hate I do know, ignore me and I
shall grow, niggers, whites,
queers, kykes to me you do look
all alike and for those who think
they are too white too pure too
bright, one night stands take two
to dance, I'm the one you should
hate for I've killed millions up
to date, fine by me if you can't
see how little it takes to kill
humanity.

four years ago my uncle died
of aids I couldn't cope with his
Death so I drew this which has now
become a painting at first
didn't know why I drew this
creature but since the
assignment I understand why.

C.P.M.