William, I Giggled with Your Girlfriend Hank Hyena
'cause I was high & she was high & you were bye-bye out of town --
William, we were both lonely without you
William, I kissed your lover's lips--I curled my paws around her hips
we cuddled on your couch 'cause I'm your closest friend, William,
I wanna feel everything you feel in this world
William, I nibbled on her thin tongue next, my fingers scampered 'round her breast
William, we were stuffing a turkey together--that's why we got excited
William, when she borrowed my herpes lotion I knew we had a dangerous connection
William, I dallied with your dearest 'cause I feared she was gonna sleep with a creep
when you were out of town & I wanted it to be somebody you can trust
William, the last bag of marijuana you sold me was crap so you owe me $10
William, I held her near, she chewed my ear, I removed her pink brassier
William, she rested 'gainst my shivering chest, she said you two had a quarrel
I said "I am ex-Catholic, sex is best when it's immoral"
William, when I saw your gal-pal's underwear I had to tear them off 'cause
you told me there's still scars on her butt
'cause a pit bull bit her when she was three years old
you can't be telling me things like that without me wanting to know first-hand
William, I unclothed your cutie comrade 'cause I disrobed
some of your other darlings & I delighted in it so I decided, dang--let's do it again
William, I did the fling-a-ding whirl with your lovable girl
cause she was complaining that she doesn't have orgasms with you
--she wanted to find out if it was your fault or something else--
she didn't have an orgasm with me either, William
I think she's a lesbian you outghta be moving on
William, I savored the flavor of your fine friend because--
I had this sweetie named Stevie seven years ago,
Stevie said you were sexy, we spat about that, then we split,
you ruptured that relationship, William, for that, you owe me one--
William, I don't know her very well, we're kinda awkward around each other
--this seemed like a excellent way to break the ice--
William, I throbbed hearts with your honey 'cause it was Celtic holiday--
I do declare that a depserate dose of pagan power
is contained & conveyed in the Druid fluid of the amatory act
& I am, William, first & foremost, I am a seeker of knowledge
That poem is some sick and somehow funny shit yet seriously dark and moody... words about to go postal, showing the knife and sliding on every surface it can key.
Considering the reasons for my divorce (my wife cheated on me with three men, got pregnant twice, aborted once, and my daughter is not biologically mine...) it hits somewhat close to home, so it's timing isn't all THAT great but I know you didn't mean anything by it. The similarities in style are incredible, and I don't like to think that I may have borrowed so heavily from anyone, though this is the first time I've ever read any of Hyena's poems.
It's got the bitter edge to it too. So it is appropriate. Fortunately I don't feel too much of that malice or bitterness... I do feel at times an overwhelming sadness and a sense of failure because I worked enough or too much or because of whatever else I had done to drive her to other guys...
What's the name of that Pagan holiday? I can't remember... but I know the one he was talking about...
Cran thanks for reading and for introducing me to a new poet... I had no idea he even existed... kind of the darker side of Weird Al...
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Originally posted by setaside2 That poem is some sick and somehow funny shit yet seriously dark and moody... words about to go postal, showing the knife and sliding on every surface it can key.
Considering the reasons for my divorce (my wife cheated on me with three men, got pregnant twice, aborted once, and my daughter is not biologically mine...) it hits somewhat close to home, so it's timing isn't all THAT great but I know you didn't mean anything by it. The similarities in style are incredible, and I don't like to think that I may have borrowed so heavily from anyone, though this is the first time I've ever read any of Hyena's poems.
It's got the bitter edge to it too. So it is appropriate. Fortunately I don't feel too much of that malice or bitterness... I do feel at times an overwhelming sadness and a sense of failure because I worked enough or too much or because of whatever else I had done to drive her to other guys...
What's the name of that Pagan holiday? I can't remember... but I know the one he was talking about...
Cran thanks for reading and for introducing me to a new poet... I had no idea he even existed... kind of the darker side of Weird Al...
Seta:
I just want to fully and humbly apologize. I knew that your marriage had failed from reading over your thread, but perhaps I didn't read close enough. I had no idea it was because of unfaithfulness. Especially such a degree. If I had realized, I never would have posted this in your thread.
I appreciate the demeanor with which you took this. It must have been some kind of a slap in the face, though I hope the title I alluded to a few times earlier helped to prepare you for the subject matter.
Again, seta, I apologize. I only meant to show you a similarity in style, not rub any salt in any wounds or show any disrespect.
I know you understand that, but I still feel I should say it myself.
Originally posted by setaside2 I do feel at times an overwhelming sadness and a sense of failure because I worked enough or too much or because of whatever else I had done to drive her to other guys...
You can't blame yourself for her mistakes! They are hers, not yours and although you feel you may have caused her to act this way, I can almost guarantee that she would have acted this way no matter what you did or didn't do.
And, some people think they have the "perfect" relationship and then one day they get home to an empty home and a "Dear John" letter.
Sometimes, things just don't work out the way you want them to, so, you just gotta roll with the punches and keep your head up and try not to dwell on finding excuses for things that are inexcuseable!!!!!!!!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Don't you worry for a second. It wasn't a slap in the face, I promise. I may be heavier than I used to be but I still gots da quickness ya know? I can duck it, a little to the right. Well, most of the time.
You know how much I respect you so I won't go over that whole thing again (unless you're having a bad morning in which case I'll be glad to cheer you up) and I am fully aware that you meant nothing wrong with that pome.
Much love to you mister man <offers hands for shakes> absolutely no offense taken.
As a matter of fact, the perpetrator in this particular piece reminds me of my ex-bestfriend to a serious degree, nearly alarming. I'll tell you about him sometime.
Funny how the people closest to you teach you the hardest lessons about humanity and life and love and death and betrayal.
And B.E. you are correct, there are many things that are inexcusable and she was always unfaithful no matter what, even when we were dating... I guess I never learned my lesson but it was always because I loved her so much that I tried not to care and I thought maybe, if I worked harder, she'd be proud enough of me or recognise that I cared enough for her, that I did it all for her, that it would stop... but it was a poor philosophy.
I never fully blamed myself but I have always known that marriage is a two way street and one must affect the other. So there must be some to take in my direction.
we never had the perfect relationship but we were always pretty good friends, so I think that's how we're going to keep it. It seems to make sense.
Thanks guys, all of you, for putting up with my rantings and ravings for somewhere like 500 plus posts... I feel I don't deserve the ear but the honesty is always not only refreshing but most welcome and every once in a while...
I get spanked. :( sigh lol.
love to all of you
setamarc
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Originally posted by setaside2 Funny how the people closest to you teach you the hardest lessons about humanity and life and love and death and betrayal.
And B.E. you are correct, there are many things that are inexcusable and she was always unfaithful no matter what, even when we were dating... I guess I never learned my lesson but it was always because I loved her so much that I tried not to care and I thought maybe, if I worked harder, she'd be proud enough of me or recognise that I cared enough for her, that I did it all for her, that it would stop... but it was a poor philosophy.
I never fully blamed myself but I have always known that marriage is a two way street and one must affect the other. So there must be some to take in my direction.
we never had the perfect relationship but we were always pretty good friends, so I think that's how we're going to keep it. It seems to make sense.
Thanks guys, all of you, for putting up with my rantings and ravings for somewhere like 500 plus posts... I feel I don't deserve the ear but the honesty is always not only refreshing but most welcome and every once in a while...
I get spanked. :( sigh lol.
love to all of you
setamarc
"for putting up with my rantings and ravings" - SPANK! - Now stop with that! It is a pleasure! I've never felt as if I was just "putting up" with you!!!! You are caring and kind and concerned and a "wordy motherfucker" but not someone to just "put up" with, for goodness sake! I hope you don't really feel that way!!!!
And don't feel bad, I know I'm full of poor philosophy! You are not alone!
Lots of love to you!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
"This song's about my penis... if you want it to be." ~ Ben Folds
~~~
Philosophy Ben Folds Five
Won't you look up at the skyline
At the mortar, block, and glass
And check out the reflections in my eyes
See they always used to be there
Even when this was all was grass
And I sang and danced about a high - rise
And you were laughing at my helmet hat
Laughing at my torch
Go ahead and laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down
I see that there is evil
And I know that there is good
And the in - betweens I never understood
Would you look at me I'm crazy
But I get the job done
I'm crazy but I get the job done
So go ahead and laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down
I pushed you cause I loved you guys
I didn't realize
That you weren't having fun
And I dragged you up the stairs
And I told you to fly
You were flapping your arms
Then you started to cry, you were too high
Now you take this all for granted
You take the mortar, block, and glass
And you forget the speech that moved the stone
And it's really not that you can't see
The forest from the trees
You just never been out in the woods alone
So you can laugh all you want to
But I've got my philosophy
And I love you you're my friend
But you got no philosophy
Now it's time for this song to end
Originally posted by setaside2
As a matter of fact, the perpetrator in this particular piece reminds me of my ex-bestfriend to a serious degree, nearly alarming. I'll tell you about him sometime.
question...
is this the Chrome Heart you have heretofore pressed in poetry?
The chrome heart
once so fast my goal
Steeled copper-
plate perfection
So softer now
amazed lay I
A puddle love
A Mercury so
suddenly rose.
Might I inject
a measure sweet?
In heat
come join me
in a glass.
Some people have to have the sultry evenings Cocktails in the blue, red and grey But I like every minute of the day.
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
Some people have to have the sultry evenings Cocktails in the blue, red and grey But I like every minute of the day.
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
Anger.
It’s a bittersweet sickness
And it tastes like liquefied Milky Way bar I can’t stand milkyways
Rain fell like godspit on her parade
And she smiled
Shining persecution and love
The comparable pair
At nearly everyone who would accept
Her aluminum foil glance
Shattering light like a disco ball
She held my hand
And led me along
Gripping me
In her steady stare
And unsteady grip
She loved
She loved me
She said so
And I sang my song of belief
To all those that would strain to hear
At night she would tell me tales
Of long after I was born
Offended and insulted
That I didn’t recall the future up through and to this point, Upbringing has my amazed attention!
At least off hand
And during the day
She was non-existent
A ghost in her own present
Yet ever present in mine
Sometimes I embitter myself
With myself
Even others
With myself
And I paint my own picture of cynicism
In which I justify the poisons I drink
And in this knowledge…
I should say I take pride in this knowledge
Knowing the fine line that can kill or corrupt
Help and heal
I’m sure that at this point in time
If I were to choose a direction to go
I would spin in one place
Just to get a good look at the position in which
I am stuck So as I prepared to leave
The dining table
Placing the food of existence off to the side
And decided to go for a walk…. maybe “and” to “I”????
At least for a while
I drank my champagne with tolerance
And pushed the chair back on two legs
Relaxing a bit
I stood up
Taking slight notice to the way
Eyes shifted towards me in mid-conversation
The way words hung in
Mid air
The way my stride echoed across the hall
And the way whispers followed me like prayers
Wisps of fog I could only describe further as
Playing through my fingertips the King thematic, reappears?
And when I finally held the brass
Cool brass
Doorknob
Between my thumb and forefinger
I smiled
In my reflection
I smiled at my reflection
And accepted my choice
Dressed inappropriately
For it was windy that day
I opened the door
And as I stepped out into the green-grey haze
Of the afternoon thunderstorm
I hit the street like a crumpled candy wrapper
And blew away. just like I did… this piece BLOWS me away…. The doorknob, cool brass doorknob… the springtime windyday… and I must say I can see this piece performed and it would leave all the girlies simply swooning… hit the streets like a crumpled candy wrapper and blew away…. A DAMN fine ending, like… cowabunga DAMN fine! Like, SHAZZAM and whatnot!
claps hands like a little girl … wow, did you know that in Word, if you surround a phrase with asterisks, it turns bold??
my dear pasta, I'll admit that I had to reread as you suggested but I am leaving as is due to the manner in which I wrote was purposefully existential and if I had put I instead of And it would have broken a fluid chain of events a little further, a little frayed.
And I was having fun with the fact that the subject, who is as utterly autobiographical as it gets, was ruminating on all this just before dinner.
Watching mum run around with the food, fussy, flighty. The aging cat with hidden and subtle claws.
I was reading an enormous amount of kafka at the time and it shows, but who cares, really because kafka ROCKS.
I'll type later but i've just been busted at work....
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Comments
covergirl310
to your nine pennies and 13 cottonseeds
LOL
I feel sorely paraphrased....
and don't forget the hairs from a black hog.
~~~
William, I Giggled with Your Girlfriend
Hank Hyena
'cause I was high & she was high & you were bye-bye out of town --
William, we were both lonely without you
William, I kissed your lover's lips--I curled my paws around her hips
we cuddled on your couch 'cause I'm your closest friend, William,
I wanna feel everything you feel in this world
William, I nibbled on her thin tongue next, my fingers scampered 'round her breast
William, we were stuffing a turkey together--that's why we got excited
William, when she borrowed my herpes lotion I knew we had a dangerous connection
William, I dallied with your dearest 'cause I feared she was gonna sleep with a creep
when you were out of town & I wanted it to be somebody you can trust
William, the last bag of marijuana you sold me was crap so you owe me $10
William, I held her near, she chewed my ear, I removed her pink brassier
William, she rested 'gainst my shivering chest, she said you two had a quarrel
I said "I am ex-Catholic, sex is best when it's immoral"
William, when I saw your gal-pal's underwear I had to tear them off 'cause
you told me there's still scars on her butt
'cause a pit bull bit her when she was three years old
you can't be telling me things like that without me wanting to know first-hand
William, I unclothed your cutie comrade 'cause I disrobed
some of your other darlings & I delighted in it so I decided, dang--let's do it again
William, I did the fling-a-ding whirl with your lovable girl
cause she was complaining that she doesn't have orgasms with you
--she wanted to find out if it was your fault or something else--
she didn't have an orgasm with me either, William
I think she's a lesbian you outghta be moving on
William, I savored the flavor of your fine friend because--
I had this sweetie named Stevie seven years ago,
Stevie said you were sexy, we spat about that, then we split,
you ruptured that relationship, William, for that, you owe me one--
William, I don't know her very well, we're kinda awkward around each other
--this seemed like a excellent way to break the ice--
William, I throbbed hearts with your honey 'cause it was Celtic holiday--
I do declare that a depserate dose of pagan power
is contained & conveyed in the Druid fluid of the amatory act
& I am, William, first & foremost, I am a seeker of knowledge
sorry...
No reminding needed, eh? Tis a shame for i also would have forgotten...
a callous little piece, no?
<seta>
Are you seta in yellow's clothing?
no... i'm yellow in yellow's clothing
that: <seta>: was a pointy elbowed cyberhug...
Considering the reasons for my divorce (my wife cheated on me with three men, got pregnant twice, aborted once, and my daughter is not biologically mine...) it hits somewhat close to home, so it's timing isn't all THAT great but I know you didn't mean anything by it. The similarities in style are incredible, and I don't like to think that I may have borrowed so heavily from anyone, though this is the first time I've ever read any of Hyena's poems.
It's got the bitter edge to it too. So it is appropriate. Fortunately I don't feel too much of that malice or bitterness... I do feel at times an overwhelming sadness and a sense of failure because I worked enough or too much or because of whatever else I had done to drive her to other guys...
What's the name of that Pagan holiday? I can't remember... but I know the one he was talking about...
Cran thanks for reading and for introducing me to a new poet... I had no idea he even existed... kind of the darker side of Weird Al...
Seta:
I just want to fully and humbly apologize. I knew that your marriage had failed from reading over your thread, but perhaps I didn't read close enough. I had no idea it was because of unfaithfulness. Especially such a degree. If I had realized, I never would have posted this in your thread.
I appreciate the demeanor with which you took this. It must have been some kind of a slap in the face, though I hope the title I alluded to a few times earlier helped to prepare you for the subject matter.
Again, seta, I apologize. I only meant to show you a similarity in style, not rub any salt in any wounds or show any disrespect.
I know you understand that, but I still feel I should say it myself.
Stay strong.
~Tim
You can't blame yourself for her mistakes! They are hers, not yours and although you feel you may have caused her to act this way, I can almost guarantee that she would have acted this way no matter what you did or didn't do.
And, some people think they have the "perfect" relationship and then one day they get home to an empty home and a "Dear John" letter.
Sometimes, things just don't work out the way you want them to, so, you just gotta roll with the punches and keep your head up and try not to dwell on finding excuses for things that are inexcuseable!!!!!!!!
Don't you worry for a second. It wasn't a slap in the face, I promise. I may be heavier than I used to be but I still gots da quickness ya know? I can duck it, a little to the right. Well, most of the time.
You know how much I respect you so I won't go over that whole thing again (unless you're having a bad morning in which case I'll be glad to cheer you up) and I am fully aware that you meant nothing wrong with that pome.
Much love to you mister man <offers hands for shakes> absolutely no offense taken.
As a matter of fact, the perpetrator in this particular piece reminds me of my ex-bestfriend to a serious degree, nearly alarming. I'll tell you about him sometime.
Funny how the people closest to you teach you the hardest lessons about humanity and life and love and death and betrayal.
And B.E. you are correct, there are many things that are inexcusable and she was always unfaithful no matter what, even when we were dating... I guess I never learned my lesson but it was always because I loved her so much that I tried not to care and I thought maybe, if I worked harder, she'd be proud enough of me or recognise that I cared enough for her, that I did it all for her, that it would stop... but it was a poor philosophy.
I never fully blamed myself but I have always known that marriage is a two way street and one must affect the other. So there must be some to take in my direction.
we never had the perfect relationship but we were always pretty good friends, so I think that's how we're going to keep it. It seems to make sense.
Thanks guys, all of you, for putting up with my rantings and ravings for somewhere like 500 plus posts... I feel I don't deserve the ear but the honesty is always not only refreshing but most welcome and every once in a while...
I get spanked. :( sigh lol.
love to all of you
setamarc
:: Takes hand gladly ::
sadly, yes. I did.
"for putting up with my rantings and ravings" - SPANK! - Now stop with that! It is a pleasure! I've never felt as if I was just "putting up" with you!!!! You are caring and kind and concerned and a "wordy motherfucker" but not someone to just "put up" with, for goodness sake! I hope you don't really feel that way!!!!
And don't feel bad, I know I'm full of poor philosophy! You are not alone!
Lots of love to you!
Cran, good to see you. Thank you.
B.E. way to be loud and hip and crass and where's the smiley? :D:D
Good morning to all.. I have to say that forum-ing in nothing but a towel is quite refreshing but now I have to go to work.
blah.
see you all soon...
seta
~~~
Philosophy
Ben Folds Five
Won't you look up at the skyline
At the mortar, block, and glass
And check out the reflections in my eyes
See they always used to be there
Even when this was all was grass
And I sang and danced about a high - rise
And you were laughing at my helmet hat
Laughing at my torch
Go ahead and laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down
I see that there is evil
And I know that there is good
And the in - betweens I never understood
Would you look at me I'm crazy
But I get the job done
I'm crazy but I get the job done
So go ahead and laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down
I pushed you cause I loved you guys
I didn't realize
That you weren't having fun
And I dragged you up the stairs
And I told you to fly
You were flapping your arms
Then you started to cry, you were too high
Now you take this all for granted
You take the mortar, block, and glass
And you forget the speech that moved the stone
And it's really not that you can't see
The forest from the trees
You just never been out in the woods alone
So you can laugh all you want to
But I've got my philosophy
And I love you you're my friend
But you got no philosophy
Now it's time for this song to end
question...
is this the Chrome Heart you have heretofore pressed in poetry?
The chrome heart
once so fast my goal
Steeled copper-
plate perfection
So softer now
amazed lay I
A puddle love
A Mercury so
suddenly rose.
Might I inject
a measure sweet?
In heat
come join me
in a glass.
AND IT'S MINE!!! ALLLLLL MINE!!!!
HA!!!!
NAH NEE NAH NEE BOO BOO
YOUR MAMA EATS AND OLD SHOE
I HAVE THE FIVE THOUSANDTH VIEW
AND Y'ALL CAN JUST GO EAT BLUE GOO
:p:p:p
extra spitty
nerd
but, fuck you anyway :P
Whatever lubes your chassis, deary.
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
you don't say?
shocking !!!
so youd be a SPAZETTE then.....
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
dinnertime springtime
Anger.
It’s a bittersweet sickness
And it tastes like liquefied Milky Way bar I can’t stand milkyways
Rain fell like godspit on her parade
And she smiled
Shining persecution and love
The comparable pair
At nearly everyone who would accept
Her aluminum foil glance
Shattering light like a disco ball
She held my hand
And led me along
Gripping me
In her steady stare
And unsteady grip
She loved
She loved me
She said so
And I sang my song of belief
To all those that would strain to hear
At night she would tell me tales
Of long after I was born
Offended and insulted
That I didn’t recall the future up through and to this point, Upbringing has my amazed attention!
At least off hand
And during the day
She was non-existent
A ghost in her own present
Yet ever present in mine
Sometimes I embitter myself
With myself
Even others
With myself
And I paint my own picture of cynicism
In which I justify the poisons I drink
And in this knowledge…
I should say I take pride in this knowledge
Knowing the fine line that can kill or corrupt
Help and heal
I’m sure that at this point in time
If I were to choose a direction to go
I would spin in one place
Just to get a good look at the position in which
I am stuck
So as I prepared to leave
The dining table
Placing the food of existence off to the side
And decided to go for a walk…. maybe “and” to “I”????
At least for a while
I drank my champagne with tolerance
And pushed the chair back on two legs
Relaxing a bit
I stood up
Taking slight notice to the way
Eyes shifted towards me in mid-conversation
The way words hung in
Mid air
The way my stride echoed across the hall
And the way whispers followed me like prayers
Wisps of fog I could only describe further as
Playing through my fingertips the King thematic, reappears?
And when I finally held the brass
Cool brass
Doorknob
Between my thumb and forefinger
I smiled
In my reflection
I smiled at my reflection
And accepted my choice
Dressed inappropriately
For it was windy that day
I opened the door
And as I stepped out into the green-grey haze
Of the afternoon thunderstorm
I hit the street like a crumpled candy wrapper
And blew away. just like I did… this piece BLOWS me away…. The doorknob, cool brass doorknob… the springtime windyday… and I must say I can see this piece performed and it would leave all the girlies simply swooning… hit the streets like a crumpled candy wrapper and blew away…. A DAMN fine ending, like… cowabunga DAMN fine! Like, SHAZZAM and whatnot!
claps hands like a little girl … wow, did you know that in Word, if you surround a phrase with asterisks, it turns bold??
And I was having fun with the fact that the subject, who is as utterly autobiographical as it gets, was ruminating on all this just before dinner.
Watching mum run around with the food, fussy, flighty. The aging cat with hidden and subtle claws.
I was reading an enormous amount of kafka at the time and it shows, but who cares, really because kafka ROCKS.
I'll type later but i've just been busted at work....