I will find what I've lost when I make poetry a daily occurrence in my life.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Believing vivid blue skies, golden streams, emerald green hills
flowers of every color is what we'll see
Believing there is nothing and nothing you will see
Today I need to get back to work in the back and side garden.
I'm feeling a little overwhelmed, but it's time to get it all organized again. The plants in the side yards and back have been growing on their own since the Springtime. :shock: It's like a jungle! :?
poetic grateful dead lyrics
the unquiet amps
bent strings
and the truckin song sucks as does the train fucking song
all other tunes number 1
living on reds, vitamin c and burritos
pink fingernails
pink fingernails
and busted down on bourbon street
get tired of traveling you wanna settle down
while the merry-go-round is fucking square flat and out of heads to get dizzy
out of guts no dizzy
everyone became lawyers
everyone became astronauts
this the spacecraft walker & the new york boogie
truckin somethin-somethin buffalo
revoke the fucker for tryin
kiss my frickin keester
and tell the judge
yeah tell it to the judge
hairy fucking ass and pucker up butter cup
then the fuckers lit joints
the tradition
the light or the rainbow is green
was green
always gonna be green
so yeah tell the fuckers
as the fingernails go pink
fingernails done gone pink
hot fucking pink at that
yep yep
hot boiling fucking pink
then green
pink fucking green
pink fingernails fuck green
green licks her pink
green mouths her pink hot fingernails
poetic grateful dead lyrics
the unquiet amps
bent strings
and the truckin song sucks as does the train fucking song
all other tunes number 1
living on reds, vitamin c and burritos
pink fingernails
pink fingernails
and busted down on bourbon street
get tired of traveling you wanna settle down
while the merry-go-round is fucking square flat and out of heads to get dizzy
out of guts no dizzy
everyone became lawyers
everyone became astronauts
this the spacecraft walker & the new york boogie
truckin somethin-somethin buffalo
revoke the fucker for tryin
kiss my frickin keester
and tell the judge
yeah tell it to the judge
hairy fucking ass and pucker up butter cup
then the fuckers lit joints
the tradition
the light or the rainbow is green
was green
always gonna be green
so yeah tell the fuckers
as the fingernails go pink
fingernails done gone pink
hot fucking pink at that
yep yep
hot boiling fucking pink
then green
pink fucking green
pink fingernails fuck green
green licks her pink
green mouths her pink hot fingernails
and so on and so forth
Great, Chadwick! Lovin' those Grateful Dead references! Been listening to some New Riders of the Purple Sage lately myself. "Panama red"!!
“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
In the attics of my life,
full of cloudy dreams unreal
full of tastes no tongue can know,
and lights
no eyes can see
when there was no ear to hear,
you sang to me
I have spent my life
seeking all
thats still unsung.
bent my ear
to hear the tune,
and closed
my eyes to see
When there was no strings to play,
you played to me.... in the book of loves own dream,
where all the print is blood.
where all the pages are my days,
and all the lights
grow old
When I had
no wings to fly,
you flew to me,
you flew to me
In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed.
When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold.
when there was no dream of mine,
with hand around your throat
fist your teeth down your neck
you're a stupid piece of shit not a ph.d yet your plaques say different
your house in fantacy land is burnt to the ground
stitches upside your skull make smiles day after day across my face
your one nurse wants my curls all over her
let's get back to caving in your weak little chest
before the next sun rising you should be wearing several broken ribs
your punctured lung
your breathing will soon be more open than ever before yet bloody and with great struggle
my horses each one wild and forest kept and as familiar to famish as fame to the frame around your intelligene
arrogance
the top or low section of your mirror
the center of your being
the outter edges of your crust
this is your housing location
the false box is checked
it has been put in black ink by the hand of power
you will be wrapped in barbwire
dropped into the sea of my choosing
your last words will reiterate until caribou migrate through
then and only then will your speech
long or short
be etched into each seedling
planted from valley, rolling hills, cliff side, river bank's edge
clear on up to solid granite
where conifers dwell or in single where wind filled regions
blister the flesh of each man and woman
you teeth will be used as powder to be added to blue, green
orange, red and pink
this will be the masterpiece painting sunset dreams of what it is like to live daily
nightly
without painful struggling plaguing my very bones
your eyes will not been seen
they are as blind as midnight in a cavern of the lost
as if your very own backbone has never been nor will it ever be
this due to your cowardly heartbeating very thin chest
where your heartless thoughts conspire as terrible music fills the air like a bad disease
i will use your fingernail and toenails for decorations
that house my pets
kitten and puppies need a home
meows and barking
cold nights or sweltering days
the shade providing pleasure will not be your character
the burnt hair will not give off flame nor heat
but will give off the sense of despicable
the reputation of under lake filled screaming
will curdel into coagulated swan food
yet passed up by the fowl as they despise
all this and more as the alarm sounds
the walls tumble
the floors give way
temples rise
suns shift
moons lift
and one solitary hornless unicorn
staggers across the stage for a final performance
sometimes you have a tight connection with someone
and it's just one of those things that you own
you might have the memories of 9 million (laughing) nights
it's just one of those things that you own
the love for your grandma rocks you every night
it's just one of those things that you own
your love of the starlight and its love for your own
just one of those things that you own
Comments
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
I don't know if it's night or day
or what is that light
and why is it so still
why is it so quiet and white out
I have lived inside here
yet I have never lived here
this was never my home
how can so much time
be so unfamiliar for so long
I don't want to go out
I just want to hear
the guitar plucking
beautiful and soothing
to take me
it's tomorrow somewhere
want to be enlightened"
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
flowers of every color is what we'll see
Believing there is nothing and nothing you will see
want to be enlightened"
I'm feeling a little overwhelmed, but it's time to get it all organized again. The plants in the side yards and back have been growing on their own since the Springtime. :shock: It's like a jungle! :?
the unquiet amps
bent strings
and the truckin song sucks as does the train fucking song
all other tunes number 1
living on reds, vitamin c and burritos
pink fingernails
pink fingernails
and busted down on bourbon street
get tired of traveling you wanna settle down
while the merry-go-round is fucking square flat and out of heads to get dizzy
out of guts no dizzy
everyone became lawyers
everyone became astronauts
this the spacecraft walker & the new york boogie
truckin somethin-somethin buffalo
revoke the fucker for tryin
kiss my frickin keester
and tell the judge
yeah tell it to the judge
hairy fucking ass and pucker up butter cup
then the fuckers lit joints
the tradition
the light or the rainbow is green
was green
always gonna be green
so yeah tell the fuckers
as the fingernails go pink
fingernails done gone pink
hot fucking pink at that
yep yep
hot boiling fucking pink
then green
pink fucking green
pink fingernails fuck green
green licks her pink
green mouths her pink hot fingernails
and so on and so forth
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Great, Chadwick! Lovin' those Grateful Dead references! Been listening to some New Riders of the Purple Sage lately myself. "Panama red"!!
full of cloudy dreams unreal
full of tastes no tongue can know,
and lights
no eyes can see
when there was no ear to hear,
you sang to me
I have spent my life
seeking all
thats still unsung.
bent my ear
to hear the tune,
and closed
my eyes to see
When there was no strings to play,
you played to me....
in the book of loves own dream,
where all the print is blood.
where all the pages are my days,
and all the lights
grow old
When I had
no wings to fly,
you flew to me,
you flew to me
In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed.
When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold.
when there was no dream of mine,
you dreamed of me
(Grateful Dead. Attics of my Life)
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
:P
I think we can assume you had a good time swimming.
want to be enlightened"
with hand around your throat
fist your teeth down your neck
you're a stupid piece of shit not a ph.d yet your plaques say different
your house in fantacy land is burnt to the ground
stitches upside your skull make smiles day after day across my face
your one nurse wants my curls all over her
let's get back to caving in your weak little chest
before the next sun rising you should be wearing several broken ribs
your punctured lung
your breathing will soon be more open than ever before yet bloody and with great struggle
my horses each one wild and forest kept and as familiar to famish as fame to the frame around your intelligene
arrogance
the top or low section of your mirror
the center of your being
the outter edges of your crust
this is your housing location
the false box is checked
it has been put in black ink by the hand of power
you will be wrapped in barbwire
dropped into the sea of my choosing
your last words will reiterate until caribou migrate through
then and only then will your speech
long or short
be etched into each seedling
planted from valley, rolling hills, cliff side, river bank's edge
clear on up to solid granite
where conifers dwell or in single where wind filled regions
blister the flesh of each man and woman
you teeth will be used as powder to be added to blue, green
orange, red and pink
this will be the masterpiece painting sunset dreams of what it is like to live daily
nightly
without painful struggling plaguing my very bones
your eyes will not been seen
they are as blind as midnight in a cavern of the lost
as if your very own backbone has never been nor will it ever be
this due to your cowardly heartbeating very thin chest
where your heartless thoughts conspire as terrible music fills the air like a bad disease
i will use your fingernail and toenails for decorations
that house my pets
kitten and puppies need a home
meows and barking
cold nights or sweltering days
the shade providing pleasure will not be your character
the burnt hair will not give off flame nor heat
but will give off the sense of despicable
the reputation of under lake filled screaming
will curdel into coagulated swan food
yet passed up by the fowl as they despise
all this and more as the alarm sounds
the walls tumble
the floors give way
temples rise
suns shift
moons lift
and one solitary hornless unicorn
staggers across the stage for a final performance
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
and it's just one of those things that you own
you might have the memories of 9 million (laughing) nights
it's just one of those things that you own
the love for your grandma rocks you every night
it's just one of those things that you own
your love of the starlight and its love for your own
just one of those things that you own