the wheels on the bus?..

stones, bones, foams, domes,
domes, foams, domes, chromes,
loams, chromes, domes, foams,
stones, stones, stones, bones
the wheels on the bus
go round and round
and the wheels on the bus
go round and round
stones, bones, foams, domes,
domes, foams, domes, stones,
foams, chromes, domes, chromes,
stones, bones, bones, domes
the wheels

********
JIM BELLAMY, 1979

*********

a life too strong

a life too dumb
a life gone wrong
a life in guns
a life gone strong
a life in song
a life of stones
a life in song
a light gone wrong

sun, bum, drum,
drum, bum, sun,
sun, bum, drum,
drum, sun, brum

a life too sung
a life too strong
a life gone wrong
a life sun-drummed

if we care to go
we shall not live
if we care to grow
we shall not give
a life in song
a life gone wrong
a life too strong
a life cell hung

*************

JIM BELLAMY, 1983
************

MORE THAN A LANDSLIDE

this is a landslide, this is a landslide,
this is certain more than a landslide.
this is a landslide, this is a landslide,
this is certain more than a landslide.
the earth that rings is landslide all,
the earth that springs is landslide all,
the earth that rings is landslide all.
this is certain more than a landslide.
no man can make his children live
for more than pins and broken ribs.
this is more than a ruddy landslide.
I told you so before - god is evil.

JIM BELLAMY, 1984

*
WATER

Up the hill
to fetch some water,
down the hill
to fetch some more,
up the hill
to fetch some water,
down the hill
to fetch some more.
We sought the hill
we found the hill
we sought the hill
we had the will
up the hill
down the hill
through the hill
inside the hill.
up the hill
to fetch some water,
down the hill
to fetch some more,.
up the hill,
round the hill,
through the hill,
down the hill
up the hill
*************

JIM BELLAMY, 1984
**************
the chill?

the chill came suddenly,
down the chimney,
like a bolt of lightning,
it began in the kitchen,
following the crash,
it moved fast,
twisting up our lives,
the central heating
emitted no heat,
the gas fire
no longer warmed our feet

the fridge became far too cold,
how many times defrosted,
i do not know
the oven failed to cook a thing,
the steak was always rare
it spread so far, it reached the stair,
sheets of ice for us to tread
it reached the bedroom floor,
the carpet became cold to touch,
a sheet of frost spread over our lives.

there's no way out,
the chill will follow,
facing the trial
with no defence
the ice will spread,
reach us all
it's midsummer's day,
the fire is on
we are imprisoned
in a block of ice,
becoming less informal
every-day...

we will no longer face the chill,
we will no longer radiate ice
it's over, the chill defrosts
we can return to the warmth.

JIM BELLAMY, 1986

**********************
bellamy was born in 1972
& he has written 23,000 poems

*
WITHOUT YOU

WITHOUT YOU, I'd read the Bible
WITHOUT YOU, I'd be hurt, but recover
WITHOUT YOU, I'd walk the streets alone
WITHOUT YOU, I'd live inside a stone
WITHOUT YOU, every day would be even
WITHOUT YOU, every day would be old
WITHOUT YOU, the ice would be eden
WITHOUT YOU, WITHOUT YOU....

******************************
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
******************************
TEN YEARS' TIME

cold, grey bus station
with cold, grey faces,
hands in pockets,
eyes in expressionless faces glazing forward,
queues of patient, resigned bodies,
standing carefully apart,
each one thinking their own private thoughts,
in their own private, alloted spaces,
separated from one another
by their own invisible barriers..

***********************

jdb 1986

****
LONELY ALIEN

you are the lonely alien
you are the lonely alien,
you whirr, you glide,
you turn about;
you are the lonely alien
ride the storm
ride the storm
ride the storm
ride the porn
you are the lonely alien
you are the lonely alien,
you whirr, you glide,
you turn about;
you are the lonely alien?

cyprian doll
cum kill!!!1

*******************
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
*******************
storm rider

storm rider
storm rider
storm rider
storm glider
no more here
no more there
no more here
no more prayer
storm rider
storm rider
storm rider
storm glider
the word
is endless
the nerve
is endless
the word
is endless
the curve
is endless
storm rider
storm rider
storm glider
storm rider.
***********
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
***********
god

god is real
god is steel
god is real
god is yield
seen it here
seen it there
see it all
seize the air
god is real
god is steel
god is real
god is steal
seen it all
seen it over
seen it all
seen it over
seen it under
seen it sunder
god is steal
god is real

************
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
************
WINTER

winter reality
winter reality
cold as the sun
cold as the moon
winter reality
winter reality
cold as the gun
in the frozen womb
winter is real
winter is endless
winter is real
winter is trendless
ice on the hill
ice in the vein
ice on the hill
ice in the brain
the oven
is winter
the winter
is oven
winter reality
winter reality

ohh

************
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
*************
SICKLE

Sickle
hammer
hammer
sickle
cheese
prickle
hammer
sickle
maker
**********
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
***********
NOWHERE MAN

nowhere man
nowhere man
do you feel
do you feel
nowhere man
nowhere man
do you feel
do you reel

**************
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
***************
SHROUD

shroud
proud
cloud
crowd
shroud
proud
eye
sky
lie
father

************
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
************
HAM

sand
witch
witch
sand
ham
today
tomorrow
decay
state of
decay

************
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
***********
PAPERS

Newspaper
newspaper
page 3
cup-of-tea

********
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
***********
LOSS
lost it
liked it
piked it
spiked it
girl
*********
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
**********
FLORIST
Flower
plougher
flower
tower
plougher
dinner
sinner
spinner
***********
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
************
Opera
rustle,
crackle,
snap,
crack,
tack,
rack,
flack,
fade to snack
***************
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
****************
DO IT

she do it
he do it
he threw it
she do it
meat
eat
sheet
fleet
faggots
***************
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
***************
STRANGER

people
strange
change
derange
rain
brain
flame
vein
people
change
derange
range
to strange
rain
brain
flame
fame
stranger

***********
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
************
KICK

kick bum
kick your son
kick bum
kick your lung

***************
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
***************
SEAWEED

the seed, the weed,
the endless deed,
the weed, the seed,
the endless pleaweed,
the seed, the deed,
the weed, the need,
the endless seed,
the trendless seaweed
the weed, the seed,
the need, the plead,
the weed, the reed,
the endless deed,
the sun, the moon,
the moon, the sky,
the endless deed,
the trendless cry
the seaweed.

**************
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
**************
BENT IS NOT GAY

bent is not gay
bent is not gay
the trend of the bent
is the woman in love
and the woman in love
is the trendless bent
and the trendless bent
is the woman in love
she shall find me where
no man shall know me
she shall find me where
no guy can make real
she shall find me where
the bender is the woman
and the bender is the man
and the woman is the love
bent is not gay
bent is not gay
it is knickers round the mouth
it is knickers round the south -
there is a stow in the wold
which is full of bender's mould -
it is the knickers round the mouth
that makes it go south
she shall find me in the yield
she shall find me in the field
she shall find me thrice over
in the docks of fishy dover
and when its all over
and whence its all over
the toad in the hole
shall be seen bent double
bent is not gay
neither is it grey
neither is it man
neither is it children
all bent is real
all bent is real
and the poof who sings
wears no rings
she shall find me in the yield
she shall find me in the field
she shall find me seven over
in the fishy docks of dover
and the bent is the real
and the bent is knicker mouth
and the bent is the real
and the bent is knicker south

Ahhhh.

********************
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
*********************
& ALL BECAUSE THE LADY
LIKES PORNOGRAPHY

there are murders everywhere
in every single town,
and all because The Lady
loves pornography.
there are murders everywhere
under every single chair,
and all because The Lady
loves pornography.
there are murders in the sun
and in every single one,
and all because The Lady
loves pornography.

there are murders in the wound
and in every single tomb,
and all because The Lady
loves pornography -

lo, cyprian doll
cum kill!?

**********************
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
**********************
DO NOT GO BENT

Do not go bent
do not go bent
do not go bent
into that good night
old age should rage
old age should rave -
do not go bent
into that good night
dylan was ivor
dylan was engine-
ivor, the kettle,
ivor the big
do not go bent
do not go bent
do not go bent
into that good night
old men know well
the nasty bell
and do their all
to make life good
dylan was ivor
dylan was engine -
ivor, the kettle
ivor, the bigun
do not go bent
into that good night
do not go bent
into that good night
do not go bent
into the light
do not go bent
out of spite
**************
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
***************
I KNOW YOU NOW?

I know you now
I know the sadness of your smiles
I know the madness of your wiles
I know you now

I know you now
I know the rumour in the rain
I know the humour in the vein
I know you now
I know you now

I know your every whim
I know the silence in your spin
I know you now
I know you now

I know the violence in the sun
I know the licence in the lungs
I know you now
I know you now

I know the wisdom in the State
I know the treason on the plate
I know you now
I know you now

I know the all-becoming dream
I know the soul-derising scream
I know you now
I know everything?

**************************
JIM BELLAMY, 1986
**************************

FIRST LOVE?

it was so late in a winter's night
you and your mind
were out like a light
plucking up courage
to touch that phone
so many times over- nobody's home?

first love let fly
like an arrow through the bright
colliding with the trees
flashing out of sight

and if this woman could really feel
then man would know
his heartless deal.

*********************
JIM BELLAMY, 1987
********************
FAGIN

a fagin
is a mind thief
a fagin
is a mind thief
i have known
too many mind thieves
to understand
the world
a megan
is a brain thief
a megan
is a brain thief
i have known
too many brain thieves
to understand
the world
a fagin
is a mind thief
a megan
is a brain thief
i have known
too many thieves
to understand
anything
****************
JIM BELLAMY, 1988
****************
HAMMER INTO ANVIL

hammer into anvil,
bear me fishes,
hammer into anvil,
lend me grapes
the head at the door
is worth far more
than the planet
and its endless apes.

hammer into anvil
bear me madness,
hammer into anvil,
lend me news
the bed in the sun
is always one
and the magpies
real as blues.

Down where light
denudes to prove
each of the sights
in the winter's groove,
real as red,
black as heaven,
speak to christ
and rend the brethren.

Teacher, give me
doctor vampire,
preacher, lend me
eyes of pain,
teacher, give me
doctor sapphires
preacher, lend me
scarlet veins.

man in man
is girl in girl,
girl within girl
is zero's pearl;
endless come
the herod ones,
trendless flow
the sons of guns.

hammer into anvil,
bear me water,
hammer into anvil,
lend me state,
hammer into anvil,
bear me madness,
hammer into anvil,
rend all tape?

*****************
JIM BELLAMY, 1988
*****************
ZERO HERO

Zero hero, zero hand,
zero hero, zero land,
the seed is dread,
the deed is real,
zero hero, herod deal,
underwave, overwave,
overwave, undergrave,
the sun that seeks
is endless moon,
cruel at heart,
furled as doom:
zero love, hero christ,
herod weal, sun denyer -
all and all, all and over,
all and all, under clover -
in the ingle of the angle,
cruel as coded spumes,
sun decries, stars defame,
love of time inflames -
zero herod, hero heist,
christ heist, christ heist -
death is real, all and all,
cold as herod's stall
death is real, all and all,
cold as herod's stall.

***
JIM BELLAMY, 1988
********************

IN TOUCH WITH MUMMA

i am in touch with mumma,
i am in touch with mumma -
doesn't take any man
to see light fall,
doesn't take any woman
to see night stall -
love cannot decry me, nor
may the maidens live -
i am in touch with mumma,
i am in touch with the other
i am in touch with mumma,
i am in touch with mumma -
doesn't take a single cry
to see light die,
doesn't take any wish
to see lips kiss-
love cannot decry me, nor
may the maidens wail -
i am in touch with mumma,
i am in touch with the other
i am in touch with mumma,
i am in touch with mumma -
doesn't take a single word
to see light die,
doesn't take a fallen bird
to see christ fly
love cannot decry me, nor
may the maidens rave -
i am in touch with mumma,
i am in touch with the grave.

JIM BELLAMY, 1988

**********************

THE WOMAN KIND?

the woman kind, the eye not blind,
the woman kind, the mind in mind,
the woman kind, the woman kind,
the lover, the mother; woman kind
the woman in the field is love,
the woman in the yield is real,
the woman in the summer's spin
is endless as the winter's sin;
and should this earth of shapeless fire
denude the winter in the spire,
each way we live, each way men die
would only turn against the sky
the woman kind, the woman kind,
the eye not blind, the eye not blind,
the woman kind, the woman kind,
the eye not blind, the mind in mind
for seven years, the way is real
and then the sun must choose to steal
each wake of god, each wailing rise
of womankind inside the tides
the woman kind is endless love;
so too, this heart is red as blood -
the woman kind, the woman kind,
the eye not blind, a mind in mind.

the woman kind?

JIM BELLAMY, 1988
**********************
THE WARMTH OF THE LOVER
the warmth of the woman,
the warmth of the lover,
the warmth of the woman,
the warmth of another.
in meadow mind, she lives,
in meadow main, she cries.
the warmth of the woman,
the warmth of the lover,
the warmth of the woman,
the warmth of another.
the warmth of the woman,
the warmth of the bride,
the warmth of the woman,
the summer in the tide.
in meadow mind, she lives,
in meadow mane, she dies.
the warmth of the woman,
the warmth of the woman,
the warmth of the woman,
the warmth of the woman.
the goddamn warmth
of the woman..

JIM BELLAMY, 1988
***********************
THE LOVER'S BINE

the lover's bine, the lover's bine,
this is the endless lover's bine -
the lover's bine is real as life,
the lover's bine, as real as christ -
for trendless years, true love becomes
as intertwined as Israel's sons -
the lover's bine, the lover's bine,
this is the endless lover's bine
the lover's bine, the lover's bine,
this is the endless lover's bine -
the lover's bine is real as red,
the lover's bine, as real as dead -
for trendless years, the love becomes
as intertwined as Israel's sons -
the lover's bine, the lover's bine,
this is the endless lover's bine
the lover's bine, the lover's bine,
this is the endless lover's bine -
the lover's bine is real as light,
the lover's bine, as red as night -
for trendless years, the love becomes
as intertwined as Israel's sons -
the lover's bine, the lover's bine,
this is the endless calamine?

JIM BELLAMY, 1988
***********************

THE FILM

it is the same film
yet the film is different
it is the same film
but the film has changed
it is the same film
but the film is over
it is the same film
and that same film
is the seed at zero
is the changing need
it is the same film
yet the film is different
it is the same film
seen thru closing eyes

it is the same film
the very same film
it is the same film
the very same ocean
it is the same name
it is the same dream
it is the same flame
it is the very sane scheme
but the film is over

and the film is underdone
and the film is forever
close to herod zero

it was a real film
and the film was real
and the real film
is real as the movie
and this life we lead
is the sane mind
and the sane mind
is the sane seed
and the sane seed
is the film at zero
and the same film
is the seed of hero.

*****************
JIM BELLAMY, 1988
******************
THE FEMALE HOLOCAUST

the female holocaust,
the female holocaust
this is the female holocaust
I see it in the field
I seize it on the yield
this is the female holocaust
dead thin this year,
dead fat next sun
this is the female holocaust.
porn on every moon
porn in everyone
this is the female holocaust
the female holocaust
the female holocaust
millions have died
and many billions more
I see it in the field
I seize it on the yield
this is the female holocaust.
this is the female ear?

JIM BELLAMY, 1988
**********************
BROTHER SMILE

brother smile, brother wild,
endless child, endless child -
you have sought to live,
but life won't come,
you have sought to give,
but giving's gone -
this whole life works
on a chain of blood
that strips the word
and raids the bud;
and should this son
presume no worth,
the brother child
would lose its earth.

brother smile, brother wild,
endless child, endless child -
you have sought for sun,
you have sought for moon,
you have sought for stars,
you have found no room
this whole life works
on a chain of blood
that strips the word
and raids the bud
and should this life
presume no day,
the brother child
would fade to grey.

JIM BELLAMY, 1988
*********************
LIVE AGAIN!

she shall live again,
she shall see light sunder,
she shall live again,
she shall sense the thunder
alight in her face
and make god good -
she shall live again,
she shall live again
she shall live again,
she shall see light rave,
she shall live again,
she shall seize the rain,
and her heart shall come
to a place of rest -
she shall live again,
she shall live again
she shall live again,
she shall see light change,
she shall live again,
she shall see night range
from blue to black,
from black to grey -
she shall live again,
she shall live again
she shall live again,
she shall live again,
she shall live again -
she must live forever.
JIM BELLAMY, 1988
********************
NO MAN SONG

a strange recession filled the bone
that blorted round the building
in skeins of ice and furnace foam
i stooped beneath god's railings
so thrice the hammer in the bone
made manna flee and pine
i took my pistol from my spine
and measured god with rhyme

no man was a friend of mine
his hairs were filled with veilings
in macadamic spheres atoned
he sired my soul in flailing
no mansion lived beyond his mind
nor any heaven his to earn
no man was a friend of mine
with angled vice, his haloes burned

so years of man lie alsoran
and poets plead eternally
in icen forges, summer slams
the fairy thumbs of yearning

and the mind's worth endless more
than those who live in sloanes
and the sun's worth endless more
than strangest nights atoned
no man was a friend of mine
he stooped beneath my railings
i took a pistol from my spine
& measured god with rhyme

i took my pistol from my spine
& measured god with crimes.

**************************
JIM BELLAMY, 1988
**************************
SHE-MALES

all porn stars
are she-males
all porn stars
are she-males
all porn stars
have hands
as real as shovels
all women
have hands
as small as
children
all women
have hands
as real as the rain
all porn stars
are she-males
all porn stars
are she-males
all porn stars
have hands
as real as shovels
tho' you seek
you shall not find
the womankind
unkind
tho' you seek
you cannot know
the woman with the rose
all porn stars
are she-males
all porn stars
are she-males
all porn-stars
have hands
as large as muscles.

JIM BELLAMY, 1988
*******************
RED RAIN

the red rain,
the red rain -
see fall
the red rain
the red rain,
the red rain -
see fall
the red rain
no time is here,
no time is real,
no time is worth
its wealer-deal
the red rain,
the red rain -
see fall
the red rain
the red rain,
the red rain -
see fall
the red rain
there is time
there is time
there is
time to know
there is time
there is time
there is
time to grow
the red rain,
the red rain -
see fall
the red rain
the red rain,
the red rain -
see fall
the red rain

JIM BELLAMY, 1988
*******************
MIND LOVE

mind love,
for she does not know you,
mind love,
for she does not snow you,
mind love,
for she does not seize you,
mind love,
for she does not live at all
mind love,
for she does not fear you,
mind love,
for she does not lift you,
mind love,
for she does not love you,
mind love,
for she does not live at all
mind love

**
JIM BELLAMY, 1988
*******************
SCREAM

the scream is dead
the dead is scream
the love you find
is just a dream
the dream you know
is endless love,
is endless love,
is endless love
find love,
live love,
know love,
make love -
the dream you know
is endless dream,
the endless dream
is endless
JIM BELLAMY, 1988
******************
LOVE, LIVE!

I know my way home,
I know my way back -
love, live! love, live!
I know my way home,
I know the way black -
love, live! love, live!
I know the Irish moon,
I know the Scottish lore,
I know the Irish moon,
I seek the way of more
love, live! love, live!
love, live, or else forgive.
JIM BELLAMY, 1988
*******************
vampira..

cold chilled vines from pendant trees
suffusions in a forest of satanic diamonds
i see the venus of the ripped old woman

she does not care to look at me
and there, where she fiercly treads
i sense the jagged sex of cut loving thrill
i freeze!
where this maimed woman stands,
she bears no living shadow!

**************************
JIM BELLAMY, 1988
**************************
SKOOL

don't let it happen,
the bullies in the rooms.
don't let it happen,
the bullies in the tombs
don't let it happen,
the bullies in the beds
don't let it happen,
the breakers of the breads
i turn to try once more
to make it happen over,
but death is all i need
and death is endless clover.
don't let it happen,
the bullies in the fields.
seen it all before,
doctor martin wheels.
don't let me live,
don't let my sister win.
don't let me give,
don't let my mother sin.
don't let it happen,
the bullies in the brain.
don't let it happen,
don't let the gentle rain.

******************
Jim Bellamy, 1988
******************
LORD POEM

Out of the wind
he came
like one
who had walked
from
the water's
womb
alone
and bleeding
he lay
like one
who had wandered
in
from doom
sharing a
crust
of broken bread
as if
he were born
to
save
the day
he took
his boat
of fishes
and
did not
turn away
and people
laugh
as he
lies still
and people
laugh
as he
bites dust
a saviour in
the
midst
of a
thrill
society's symbol
of
righteousness.

**************
JIM BELLAMY, 1989
***************
YOU'VE GOT THE TOUCH

when you do what's done
to those you've always known
when you live for a day
and do not care to roam
when the best is to come
and the best is all you own,
you've got the touch,
you've got the touch.

when the fires in the hills
are real as endless loving,
when the spires and the thrills
of endless life are drumming
when the best is yet to come
and the best is all you've known,
you've got the touch,
you've got the touch.

when you do what's done
and the best is yet to come
and the light in the sun
is as real as its thrum
and the moon in the room
is as real as a tomb,
you've got the touch,
you've got the touch.

when the sun goes left
and the moon goes right
and the words of the lord
are as real as the night
and the sick are healed
and the healers live,
you've got the touch,
you've got the touch
you've got
the endless touch...
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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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YOU'VE HAD IT GOING

When the sun is red
and the starring bed
swoons to live,
swoons to give;
when the moon abroad
is old as the womb
and the endless dream,
a storming tomb,
and when this word
forgives to live,
you've had it going
since you were a kid
you've had it going,
you always did,
you've had it going
since you were a kid,
you've had it going
all the while,
you've had it going;
the sun is a smile?

and when the lover
reaches twenty
and when the brother
reaches empty;
when the storm
burns out its vein
and gives to love
the gravy train,
all shall know
the casuistry,
the sun abroad,
the wombless sea,
and man shall know
and man shall live
you've had it going
since you were a kid?

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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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BORN ON A STORM

born on a storm, born on a storm,
i was born on an endless storm;
born on the sun, the moon, the rain;
born on a storm, born on a storm.
the preachers say, the rain is right,
the teachers say, the rain is bright.
born on a storm, born on a storm,
i was born on an endless storm.
do not bear me chains of nowhere,
do not bear me chains of light;
do not bear me chains and crosses;
rend the sun from out the night.
saw it happen, saw life ranging
from the blue to endless black;
born on a storm, born on a storm,
i was born on an endless storm.
preacher, teacher, tutor-lover,
suitor of the jack of hearts,
teacher, preacher, tutor-brother,
stormer of the nehru arc.
time has come to leave this empire,
give it space, let man build.
born on a storm, born on a storm;
i was born on an endless storm.
born on a storm, born on a storm;
i was born on an endless storm.
born on a storm, born on a storm;
i was born on an endless storm.
do not need the power of plenty,
do not need no cruel devise,
do not need the scented enemy,
do not need the bear's disguise.
born on a storm, born on a storm,
i was born on an endless storm;
seen it before, the rain in the maw,
seen it before, the vein at sea.
born for the rain, born for the moon,
born for the rain, borne from the tomb.
endless dreamer, give me eagle,
rend the summer from the regal.
born on a storm, born on a storm,
i was born on an endless storm.

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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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A WOMAN'S HAND

in touch with a woman's hand,
in touch with a woman's hand,
I am in touch with a woman's hand.

she shall find me in the yield,
she shall find me in the field,
she shall find me seven over
in the meadows full of clover;
and should this earth of none
denude the summer's thrum,
the woman's mind behind
would go entirely blind.

in touch with a woman's hand,
in touch with the scented band,
in touch with the spoon of light,
in touch with eternal night.

for seven years I trod,
for seven years I came -
with endless bright aligned,
the summer's dream is vain -
and should this earth of none
denude the summer's thrum,
the woman's mind behind
would seek and never find.

JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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THE FEAST OF UNLEAVEN

On the Feast of Unleavened
The only flesh eaten
Shall be the flesh of children
Bread cabinets burning
On the limb of a brawl
The only brandies then
Shall be the bornes of time
Scandal gods until the mostest
Are brains of bored device
On the Feast of Unleavened
The only flesh eaten
Shall be the cradle in the ice.

On the Feast of Unleavened
On the Feast of Unleaven
On the Feast of Unleavened
On the Feast of SEVEN
On the Feast of Unleaven.

With flaring snakes, the skein of love
Shall, with shrouded rake,
Rape aside the sigmund blood
With madness torn and tared
Weeded dread as a scarlet son
On the Feast of Unleaven
The bread & bones of a roseless gun
Shall, like chicken laughing,
Warp away the English Skies
On the Feast of Unleaven
The only flesh eaten
shall be a bare disguise
On the feast of unleavened
On the feast of unleaven
On the feast of unleavened
On the feasts of SEVEN.
-
israel's out of town?
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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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THE DAUNTING WAY
The daunting, the daunting way,
I am in Touch with the daunting way -
I daunt today, I daunt tomorrow,
I daunt the way, I daunt with sorrow -
the daunting way, the daunting way,
I am in touch with the daunting way.
The daunting way, the daunting way,
I am in Touch with the daunting way -
I daunt the sun, I daunt the moon,
I daunt the ever-turning womb -
the daunting way, the daunting way,
I am in Touch with the daunting way.
The daunting way, the daunting way,
I am in Touch with the daunting way -
I daunt the moon, I daunt the sun
I daunt the never-turning one -
the daunting way, the daunting way,
I am in Touch with the daunting way.
The never-earning, never-learning
ever-turning, Daunting Way.
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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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THE SWISHING CURTAIN

The swishing curtain, the swishing curtain,
for I should know the swishing curtain,
nor any Man come close to Kill,
as Lamb in Child consoles the Will,
nor any love for Judas Dream
come close to Maim life's Idol scene:

the swishing curtain, the swishing curtain,
for I should know the swishing curtain.
The swishing curtain, the swishing curtain,
for I should know the swishing curtain;
I shall find no Land inside the Hand,
nor any scheme on christ denied,
nor ravel with the Painted Saints,
as round the Sun, the Music faints:

the swishing curtain, the swishing curtain,
for I should know the swishing curtain
For I should know no Stage to own,
nor sense the moon inside the stone,
nor take the Word, nor shape it well,
nor make the way for Judas Hell;
and manna shall come from above
and rave away, where Man is bud,
and Time, as real as Death decried,
must leave the Stage undeified.

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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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GET OUT

get out of
my home
get out of
my home
get out of
my home
get out of
the sun
I do not need
your seed
I do not need
your creed
I do not need
my mother
I do not need
the other
get out of
my home
get out of
my home
get out of
my home
get out of
THIS WORLD.

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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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THE COBRA

caved in beneath the rain,
the child cannot consider
any of the serried veins
that ravel with the winter,
neither might the moon
reveal the slash of faith,
nor ravel with the saints
who paint away to wraith
every scene of torture
and every cobra mind.
this is the endless sun.
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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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STORM SEED

the endless siege of love
lies serried with its graves,
as real as death denied
by the ocean in the waves;
the planet in the arc
regales no sermoned light,
nor ravels with the dark,
nor spins against the night.
the endless siege of love
lies serried with its graves,
as real as death supplied
by the ocean in the waves;
the planet in the moon
regales no sermoned sea,
nor ravels with the womb,
nor bears no destiny.
the endless siege of love
lies serried with its graves,
as real as death denied
by the ocean full of knaves;
the planet in the sun
regales no sermoned truth,
nor ravels with the lung,
nor bears no fusion-proof.
the endless siege of love,
the trial inside the brain;
the endless siege of love,
the vial inside the vein -
this is no earth to know,
nor any life to try -
the endless siege of love,
the endless siege of love.
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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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STONE REAMER

the stone beneath the rain
lies serried in the brain
of fifteen graveward dreams,
as cold as jesu's schemes.
the ark inside the oat
lies serried with the note
of fifteen graveward suns,
as cold as jesu's lungs.

inhale the pipe of death
& watch the acid rise -
do not turn away,
do not turn away -
the sunrise in the moon
is barely packed with light,
neither shall this wisdom
bewray the heart of reason,
nor serry with the flowers
in the graves of hymen.

with these dead hands
and these red eyes,
sawn from scorning ways
that revel with the lies
with these two brains,
with these two minds
with these nine veins
and these five spines,
with these red deeds
with these dead hands,
with these eight souls
and these red lands.

sawn from scorning wheys,
the woman is the baby,
sawn from scorning wheys,
the woman is the lady
& man shall know all
and man shall understudy
death, as much as christ
lies serried with His ruins;
more, the patch of ink
must know no lightened load,
or else blow black
and light the lamps of Eden,
or else blow black,
or else blow black.
and now nude laps are lit.

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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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FLOUR

flour, when old, is toxic;
toxic enough to cause a trip.
turmeric, when old, is toxic;
toxic enough to cause a trip.
two bags of flour, when old,
mix with the sun, and blend;
blend away the red sunrise,
cruel as the coming day.
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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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DRUMMOND LIGHT

the drummond light,
the drummond light,
the endless drummond
light
the drummond light,
the drummond light,
the endless drummond
light
the drummond light
is real as night,
is real polite,
is endless night -
the drummond light
the drummond light,
the endless drummond
light
thunder storms, endless,
tide storms, endless,
code storms, endless,
light storms, endless,
time storms, endless,
christ storms, endless,
death storms, endless;
the drummond light,
trendless
there really is a
drummond light,
dr. dollwood.
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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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SICK SHIT BABY

sick shit baby,
nothing like a lady,
sick shit child,
nothing like the wild-
sick with toothing on,
sick with toothing under -
sick shit baby,
nothing like a lady.
sick shit baby,
nothing like a lady,
sick shit child,
nothing like the wild -
sick with toothing on,
sick with toothing under -
sick shit baby,
sick shit lady.
the baby is the skit,
always like a lady,
the lady is the skit,
nothing like the baby -
sick with toothing on,
sick with toothing under -
sick shit baby,
all this world is aviary.
sick, fucking-shit
fuck baby.
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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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SANDMAN

funny how time's a man
and man can't understand
the way the grains of sand
flow from out the hand
funny to see the summer
fade into the thunder
funny how time's a man
and man can't understand
i see the rumour change
on the height, the ruin lives
the ways we died
the nights we cried
the evenings on the cliff
as much as we are weeping
as much as we are weeping
funny comes the flight
of the bird of might
i see you eating apples
the earth is lost in dreaming
i sense the winter burn
and the orange storm away
funny how man is sand
and sand can't understand
funny how women give
funny how children live
so too, the sickness grows
inside the serpent bower
and man who loves not much
can only rot against the tide
and love that lives forever
can only sickle loving cruel
funny how wisdoms rain
funny how life's insane
and should this system change
should it at once derange
then man who comes to know
shall have no more to know
and stars that burn too seldom
can only rake aside the moon
funny how man is mad
funny how christ is all too sad
i sense the seasons break
and see the reasons shake
and know no way to come
nor any way to live for
and funny how love gives
and funny how love dies for
and funny how man drives
for woman he cannot know
i see you eating windfalls
i see tuition changing
i sense the sickness turn
and the seas of heaven brain
and funny how we live
for those who cannot give
and funny how man dies
for those who rape the skies
goodbye, i did not know you
nor can i ever know you
and this is roman truth
and this is roman proof
and love that knows no meter
and love that knows no reigning
and love that raves forever
can only break my heart.

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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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TO A WOMAN (an old-fashioned poem)
(after Bernie Taupin)

as sure as faithful clocks count sentient seconds,
and morphean mortals drink
from secret wells of truth,
I have fostered niobe's eyes, and miss you daily.
You, sweet love, in babylonian fields, refreshing
nature's sleeping firmament,
living like motherwort amidst the damask flowers,
anoting shores with oceanic splendour.
As every dead hour of sleep swathes sightless eyes,
in rarest eiderdown, my love,
you slumber: so far from home you choose to tread,
and send'st dreams of crystal streams,
of days deceased, when we would lean,
laughing, fit to cry upon each other.
O, sweet love, I see you tasting fruits of the citrus shrub;
the asphodelian fruit, entwined
with myrtle's sentient bine,
kissed by the visage of heaven's golden patriarch.
You, sweet love, in babylonian fields,
refreshing nature's sleeping firmament,
living like motherwort midst the damask flowers,
anointing shores in oceanic splendour.
As every dead wish of living sleep swathes sightless eyes,
in rarest eiderdown, my love, you slumber:
so far from home you choose to tread,
and send'st dreams of crystal streams,
of days long deceased,
when we would lean, laughing,
fit to cry upon each other.
Ah, if I could nestle in the haven of your heart,
my arms around your shoulders,
the shadows hesperion,
whilst the swallow weds the sycamore
in yonder lucretian valley...
I miss you, sweet jazzmin,
like a queen bee misses money.

*
copyright JIM BELLAMY, 1989

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THE UNREACHABLE SEMBLANCE (an old-fashioned poem)
(An Extract)
.....................................Ay me, sweet love,
thy heart is living key
to bounteous truths of spectres manifold -
the golden throne of poesy's sanctuary,
that this thine hymn doth serenade.
the plashy thread of deity,
and all the sentiment of being,
are moulded with the constant beat
of thy vermeil beauty.
Into thy flowering dream I fell
as one who'd never felt before
the rage of night and day entwined
along the lap of constant sleep.
here mine eye beheld a face:
an eminence of feverish joy,
that seemed to feed on nature's lymph,
and, lo!, did lift the soul of love
unto a pounding ridge of raptur'd song -
an ancient festival of perpetual majesty.
O from the hills of celtic realms, dear heart, you came,
with don's resounding cataract amid they fragrant form;
and thine ambrosial bosom rose
from stealthy lakes and air-tinged heaths,
that cynthia kissed with scented care.
here the dappled face of patient force
shall twire athwart the staves of may,
and witch the heart with sapful tear,
which rose 'twixt passion's laden lips
from tranquil breast of velvet dawn;
nutur'ing damask'd breath amid
the rose-drawn diadem of love.
here the purest semblance may enfold
a thousand days in momentary gasp,
and swoon fore'er in eternity's silv'ry gaze,
wherein the mortal bid is woven whole...
-

jim bellamy, 1990
...

crematorium

THE white baked centre
of a city full of tyres
the doctor in the cafe'
holds the coffer to his brain
and should this city come
to fight the spirit's riding
then this cremated word
would only come to nothing
people are the same
whatever the way we curve
they suit no purpose
and speak without a word;
they talk different languages
they shoot at the moon
they know no point of place
but the city in the womb
cyprian don - come kill?

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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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SUICIDE

time has come to let life end,
see my ways float arraigned;
time has come to see it go;
the wind inside the veins.
i shall take a trillion tablets,
talk a little while,
i shall write a trillion tablets,
die for no-one's smile.
you did not care for any,
you did not care to live -
there's a city in the summer
that abuses all who give -
the light-switch in the corner
has ten thousand semen stains.
you did not care for any,
did not care for golden brains.
time has come to let life end,
seize the world beyond the window.
time has come to let life end,
seize the sickness on death row..
i shall take one zillion tablets,
i shall write ten zillion more.
time has come to let life end,
time has come to rape the law.

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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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SPEECH

Speak, for j.h. christ is crying.
speak, for j.h. christ is frying.
the reaper in the building
has a rose beneath his eyes.
speak, for j.h christ is crying.
speak, for j.h.christ is dying.
horatio, give me some wide eye.
enough have i had
of the city in the skull of dreams.
horatio, come rend the sky
from out the village in the eyes.
speak, for j.h. christ is dying.
freak, for j.h. christ is lying.
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JIM BELLAMY, 1989
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WHERE DOST THOU RECLINE (an old-fashioned poem)
by jim bellamy

O, where dost thou recline, my love,
whilst day's sigh casts gloom no more
o'er sweet treasures of chaste-pluck'd rest,
upon the stretch of rare delight;
athwart the jewel-lashed swallow's
e'er rattling, raining song;
and 'midst the breast of dew-quaffed flower?
For then, dear love, thine delphic glow
recites a tome of chorale bars
in nymph-illusive flight,
and flays the steed of Azrael's breath,
that crack'd, with cry of wat'ry pace,
the wraith of Krishna's gold-slapp'd eyes,
black'ning lips with blaze of death
and drawing blood from whirling veins.
Ahhh
where dost thou recline, my love,
whilst day's sigh casts gloom no more,
when I, wi' torrential prayer,
dream of thee?!

jd bellamy 1990
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ANNIVERSARY

were we really rain that night,
or did we
simply trade our words for clouds?
We were not seen
to dream of common storms,
and, calmly, as if
it were wrong to scream,
gaped notes of passion,
with skin set to warscapes
and eyes
robed in chapel lashes...
I believe our thunder was a lie
clapped in certainties,
wailing o'er shadows
to find deserts bleeding,
proving the rain-storms beyond
as curled in ash
as an endless winter on the rise...
We were not rain,
we could never have been,
but the summer that storms our yonder window
can only wash away all light.
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JIM BELLAMY, 1990
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SPECTRAL CRANIA

the celled base
of the sun without a face
is green, curled, cruel
mutilato lightning;
furled, whorled within,
the semen in a spin space
holds the caul of sickness,
the sky-ship in arrears
shaping endless fusion,
each welt of scheming sin
wording up a cosmos corral,
celled at base,
warped with waste,
green, curled, fuelled, real

man seeks to reclaim zero,
acclaimed, the void is fire,
each curve of crooked fission
confessing to a city wire,
the celled base
of the sun without a face,
filigree, a neon whisper,
each serried void,
a coded ploy
to working, wombless thunder,
as oathed as dipsomania,
as clothed as spectral crania.
my little space-alien
do not die.....

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JIM BELLAMY, 1991
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CYCLONEPAEDIA

the duel with the scool and the hobbledehoy fro-bees
crash with this summer in its dead-frilled house,
no sermon left for the winter's cyclopaedia,
nor any reason raining for the doctors in the south.
a voice pierces love, and love leagues forever
the four ways of dreaming, reddened under sun,
no sermon left for the winter's cyclopaedia,
nor any reason raining for the doctors on the run.
i have not loved as much as now,
as when this woman speaks unto me,
nor have I known enough of the moon
to stave away the stormers of the sea.
a voice glisspers endless, curled in thunder,
whirled in the wheys of a ship in reel,
nor have I seen enough to love forever,
neither shall the stars confess their spiel.
frail, wild-fault, dignified child,
how now shall the summer come to live?
nor may the sun contest the winter's drum,
nor any love of living bewray the way to give?

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JIM BELLAMY, 1992
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HEARTFILLED

rocky thral of winter, the heartless son I never knew,
never knew enough to save the moon from weeping,
never understood enough to starve the blue;
nor may this star of all-benumbing winter
reflect the summer in the eyes of death,
neither shall the sun, the wind, the rain
repeat their violent whisper; this much is breath
and when the light has come and gone
and swept aside the sickness of our loving,
what life shall stray, what christ shall move
each stone of night in the ocean of our coming?

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JIM BELLAMY, 1993
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& ALL BECAUSE THE MAN
LOVES PORNOGRAPHY

there are deaths too hard to name
and deaths too hard to understand:
the streets are littered with ruin
and the roads, bugged in blood.
each way the sun eels west,
beneath the moon, roses reel,
as coiled in black as judas god;
endless, seared, raped to pieces.
& all because the man loves porno,
light shall never seem the same,
nor may the heart's routed heat
prove happy in the fields of ore:
life sucketh long to taste its vinegar,
going down on the sun, real as red;
and when the moon altars to bleed,
christ shall care for nobody.
I did not kill a soul - why imply it?
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JIM BELLAMY, 1993
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CHILD

the seed inside the zero wave
lies serried with the infant's grave;
two score the light, five score at soul;
each way man lives, his baby's role
is furled with greed, is rended grey
by daughtered wishes in the grave.
and love who dares to speak to me
must know its ways, must undertake
a route to whorls in casuistry,
as shapeless as the wharven water.
the infant boy, this guild of night,
with graven dream, must totter west
and prove the day as real as bright,
as coiled in cruelty as love's breast;
and should this word of deus christ
repeat itself in fields of blame,
such shall be the meadowed mind,
that man and mason cannot wane.
the seed inside the zero wave
lies serried with the graves of need;
two score the light, five score the soul,
each way man lives, his baby's roll
is furled with grease, is rended black
by daughtered oceans on their back.
and love who dares to speak to me
must know its ways, must undertake
a route to whorls in casuistry,
as shendless as the shapeless moon.
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JIM BELLAMY, 1993
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ALL OF MY POEMS
ARE PREPOSSESSED WITH
THE SERPENTINE WAYS
OF ASSONANCE.
ASSONANCE/ALLITERATION -
EACH WAY MAN LIVES, HIS HEART
SHALL SURELY SUFFER NONE.
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JIM BELLAMY, 1993
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my living testament -

all of my poems achieve notoriety,
regardless of whether
they work or no.
poetry is the job of servants -
the purpose of poetry
is to intrigue the ignorant.
my living testament -
all of my words achieve notoriety,
regardless of whether
they work or no.
words are the jobs of servants -
the purpose of words
is to intrigue the penitent.
my living testament -
all of my lives achieve a oneness,
regardless of whether
they work or no.
lives are the jobs of servants -
the purpose of lives
is to intrigue the enslaved.
my living testament -
all of my worlds are one and real,
regardless of whether
they exist or no.
worlds are the cages for servants -
the purpose of cages
is to imprison the sentient.
my living testament -
i have never been ill, less
illness has been necessary -
this is the final judgement.
illness is the demesne of servants -
the purpose of all illness
is to rape away all love.
my living testament;
(He smokes them, No-one
smokes them)...

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JIM BELLAMY, 1993
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NEON WHISPER

neon whisper; the sun moves, the star moves, each semi-comal mister moves.
serried in the graves of this all-too-empty and quiet place of racing healing,

as much as macadam must rake aside the hallowed face of the cool and quiet,
time, dark as the moon denyers, real as the flame in the woken wake of words,
must, as much as man comes to bury, reeve with the seams in the mines of gold.

life succours long to prove its inchoate feality; so too, christ may never
return,
going to prove this long-dead love of woman, red, roved in the sealed gut of
god,
dark as the jaw in the maw of the law, cored to the soul at the centre of its
dole,
reamed, razed, racked with torpor; glutted fast, where children choose to
hide.
neon whisper; the sun moves, the star moves, each semi-comal mister moves,
and not a one of the maids in the rented graves, nor any mind come softly,
might strip the moon of cretaceous gloom, nor race where loves lies bleeding.
I saw my father die five times, in one place, one world, one endless spot of
flailing:
his head rolled graveward, his soul, torn, ripped at the nebulaes of several
dreams,
and this much can only come to an impasse with this world: reeling into fury,
trendless.
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JIM BELLAMY, 1993
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pastry ufo

There is, in the global guarden, a five and twenty pastry u.f.o.
the stars that fall are cornish pasty midnight, blasted into blood, cold.
should this world of faxing facts rattle the veins and bones of the wind,
each way man loves to eat for death, shall come to prove Andromeda;
and eyes have seen, and many eyes have known, the chromed arterial heist
of woman and child, alone in the wild, devouring light for sick device
there is, in the global guarden, a five and twenty pastry u.f.o.
with heroics over, the sun in its solder, is first lust, then endless dough!

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JIM BELLAMY, 1993