When you've got nothing
You've nothing at all
Nothing in my pockets
Nothing up my sleeve
Not enough freedom
To buy my mother a birthday present
She came to visit me
and I wrote her a card from my
tattered, grubby possessions
Wrote something desperate and confused
Confused and desperate love
I felt ashamed, all I had to offer
But she has the card still
today, sitting with care
on her mantelpiece
When you've got nothing
You've nothing at all
Nothing in my pockets
Nothing up my sleeve
Not enough freedom
To buy my mother a birthday present
She came to visit me
and I wrote her a card from my
tattered, grubby possessions
Wrote something desperate and confused
Confused and desperate love
I felt ashamed, all I had to offer
But she has the card still
today, sitting with care
on her mantelpiece
"make me cry . . ."
aw.....
There'll be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes there'll be sorrow
you've got me started now
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Damaged goods
Fractured and fractious
Dont' get too close
Sometimes I don't like myself either
Not everyone is born to ride the wave
Not everybody copes
Leaves you wishing the jagged edges
would fall away
Stop ripping you
Stop ripping them
But they don't
They stay
And all you can hope for is
All you can believe in is
The trust
The trust that you will be forgiven
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Damaged goods
Fractured and fractious
Dont' get too close
Sometimes I don't like myself either
Not everyone is born to ride the wave
Not everybody copes
/quote]
defective, defective, defective
you sir, are defective
Get out, try and live your life
Try and unremember
But we sir, will never let you forget
You are now defective
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When you've got nothing
You've nothing at all
Nothing in my pockets
Nothing up my sleeve
Not enough freedom
To buy my mother a birthday present
She came to visit me
and I wrote her a card from my
tattered, grubby possessions
Wrote something desperate and confused
Confused and desperate love
I felt ashamed, all I had to offer
But she has the card still
today, sitting with care
on her mantelpiece
This so beautiful tremors,
I love your mother! I love your love for your Mother!
This is living!
I've saved this one to read often, the simple appreciation between mother and child,
magnificently stated here
When you've got nothing
You've nothing at all
Nothing in my pockets
Nothing up my sleeve
Not enough freedom
To buy my mother a birthday present
She came to visit me
and I wrote her a card from my
tattered, grubby possessions
Wrote something desperate and confused
Confused and desperate love
I felt ashamed, all I had to offer
But she has the card still
today, sitting with care
on her mantelpiece
This so beautiful tremors,
I love your mother! I love your love for your Mother!
This is living!
I've saved this one to read often, the simple appreciation between mother and child,
magnificently stated here
Thankyou Pandi. Your words mean a lot to me
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She set out to prove to me
That a man was nothing less
That no man was anything else
Than the man who turned her life inside out
And I set out to prove her wrong.
Endless endless heart tearing nights
So many dark nights where they should have just set us both alight
Until eventually I won, the argument
Endless heart tearing nights, where I proved to her
That some men would rather lose their mind
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She set out to prove to me
That a man was nothing less
That no man was anything else
Than the man who turned her life inside out
And I set out to prove her wrong.
Endless endless heart tearing nights
So many dark nights where they should have just set us both alight
Until eventually I won, the argument
Endless heart tearing nights, where I proved to her
That some men would rather lose their mind
wowza
what a thing you just conveyed with just those words
Thanks Dang Dang. And thanks to each of you who have contributed to this thread, and your encouragement, and to each of you who has offered me so much support and encouragement in all the 'poetic' writing I have done here this past year, many many kind people, every single one of whom I have come to value immensely - so many great writers, and kind and generous spirits.
With that, I think this collection is now finished - it has been one of the most demanding of the collections I have written here, but also one of the most helpful to get out of my head. I have a feeling I may give this type of writing a little rest for a while - but you never know. The process is very constructive overall I find.
Many thanks and good vibes going out from me to all of you here.
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Thanks Dang Dang. And thanks to each of you who have contributed to this thread, and your encouragement, and to each of you who has offered me so much support and encouragement in all the 'poetic' writing I have done here this past year, many many kind people, every single one of whom I have come to value immensely - so many great writers, and kind and generous spirits.
With that, I think this collection is now finished - it has been one of the most demanding of the collections I have written here, but also one of the most helpful to get out of my head. I have a feeling I may give this type of writing a little rest for a while - but you never know. The process is very constructive overall I find.
Many thanks and good vibes going out from me to all of you here.
thank you for providing a glimpse into your soul
and a fissure for mine
as always
you rock
peace
gayle
Thanks Dang Dang. And thanks to each of you who have contributed to this thread, and your encouragement, and to each of you who has offered me so much support and encouragement in all the 'poetic' writing I have done here this past year, many many kind people, every single one of whom I have come to value immensely - so many great writers, and kind and generous spirits.
With that, I think this collection is now finished - it has been one of the most demanding of the collections I have written here, but also one of the most helpful to get out of my head. I have a feeling I may give this type of writing a little rest for a while - but you never know. The process is very constructive overall I find.
Many thanks and good vibes going out from me to all of you here.
thank you for providing a glimpse into your soul
and a fissure for mine
as always
you rock
peace
gayle
Thanks Gayle. Thanks for your words and your heart
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"make me cry . . ."
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
aw.....
There'll be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes there'll be sorrow
you've got me started now
Send my credentials to the house of detention
i heard your voice
barely a whisper over the crash of the waves
take me with you i cried
please just take me with you
but in that instant
your ashes were out to sea
and you were
long
long
gone
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
Wow
So moving
beautiful, haunting, peaceful and so sad.
Thanks so much for writing that, and writing that here. I feel humbled.
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It's been 7 hours long
And your shadow still hangs on
You've been 2 weeks gone
And so tonight I followed you home
There are so many different ways of collecting all the strays
The ones that get away
Old fascinations
We crave new sensations
Old fascination is feeding my frustration
It's feeding my frustrations
And I haven't got the patience
These sheets are still warm
This bed is our only home
We make arrangements over the phone
Where has all the conversation gone?
There are so many different ways of collecting all the strays
The ones that get away
Old fascinations
We crave new sensations
Old fascination is feeding my frustration
It's feeding my frustrations
And I haven't got the patience
Frustrations
Sensations
And fascinations
And fascinations
Frustrations
Sensations
And fascinations
And fascinations
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Fractured and fractious
Dont' get too close
Sometimes I don't like myself either
Not everyone is born to ride the wave
Not everybody copes
Leaves you wishing the jagged edges
would fall away
Stop ripping you
Stop ripping them
But they don't
They stay
And all you can hope for is
All you can believe in is
The trust
The trust that you will be forgiven
Send my credentials to the house of detention
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
from the corner of my eye
i caught you grinning in the sky
i lunged toward your light
but you were already in flight
and
long
long
gone
and, no, sweet brother
it is i who am humbled
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
Send my credentials to the house of detention
you sir, are defective
Get out, try and live your life
Try and unremember
But we sir, will never let you forget
You are now defective
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I love your mother! I love your love for your Mother!
This is living!
I've saved this one to read often, the simple appreciation between mother and child,
magnificently stated here
Thankyou Pandi. Your words mean a lot to me
Send my credentials to the house of detention
http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archive ... ry/?page=1
Send my credentials to the house of detention
That a man was nothing less
That no man was anything else
Than the man who turned her life inside out
And I set out to prove her wrong.
Endless endless heart tearing nights
So many dark nights where they should have just set us both alight
Until eventually I won, the argument
Endless heart tearing nights, where I proved to her
That some men would rather lose their mind
Send my credentials to the house of detention
wowza
what a thing you just conveyed with just those words
With that, I think this collection is now finished - it has been one of the most demanding of the collections I have written here, but also one of the most helpful to get out of my head. I have a feeling I may give this type of writing a little rest for a while - but you never know. The process is very constructive overall I find.
Many thanks and good vibes going out from me to all of you here.
Send my credentials to the house of detention
thank you for providing a glimpse into your soul
and a fissure for mine
as always
you rock
peace
gayle
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
Thanks Gayle. Thanks for your words and your heart
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