Setaside's Poetry.... if you like...

setaside2

dig it, totally dig it. I was, like, rappin to these cats on the morrow, ya dig? and they was speakin they speaks about the haps in the hood. I tole em my momma won't let me play the sax no mo, not until the bills get put paid, ya know?So ma, I says, what about the Bird? Y'all know dat Charlie Parker pays his bills and creams his weed by playin the straights.. and she says Clifton! I says sho ma, and she says you all ain't got no ability. You all ain't got no connexions.. you all needs ta get a JOB.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Originally posted by setaside2
dig it, totally dig it. I was, like, rappin to these cats on the morrow, ya dig? and they was speakin they speaks about the haps in the hood. I tole em my momma won't let me play the sax no mo, not until the bills get put paid, ya know?So ma, I says, what about the Bird? Y'all know dat Charlie Parker pays his bills and creams his weed by playin the straights.. and she says Clifton! I says sho ma, and she says you all ain't got no ability. You all ain't got no connexions.. you all needs ta get a JOB.

Please don't ever say that again, ya dig?

setaside2

You all ain't got no sense a FUN. Now go on and getchya se'f an attitude adjustment.


See, you have to understand, I had a friend growing up who sounded just like this and I LOVED it. He could've narrated anything and it would've been great. SO I hear his voice in my head and I just have to write it out as it happens. Deal with THAT. I mean no disrespect to anybody, and I think it's a hell of a lot of fun. Dean would understand.

so all over you.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

I hear voices in my head, too. They sound like Jar Jar.

Amaterasu

HI there. An airline commercial? well could be worse.
About that post response I can dig yeah yeah I hear ya
too, I shall soon be off knocking on the doors of oppor-
tunity. Also I won't have any computer access. (Indefin-
inately.)
I shall miss the folks I've just started to meet and will
be left to my devices until I pop in once in a while.
So, it's always this way, something like paradise then
only so soon the affair has ended. Ha! Out into the real world
and don't come back until you git a job! Time to wish ME
luck.

Amaterasu

HI there. An airline commercial? Well could be worse.
About that post response I can dig yeah yeah I hear ya
too, I shall soon be off knocking on the doors of oppor-
tunity. Also I won't have any computer access. (Indefin-
inately.)
I shall miss the folks I've just started to meet and will
be left to my devices until I pop in once in a while.
So, it's always this way, something like paradise then
only so soon the affair has ended. Ha! Out into the real world
and don't come back until you git a job! Time to wish ME
luck.

Did you ever see the movie in the 70's The Warriors?
So cool, Siris the gang leader's great line was
CAN YOU DIG IT?!?! He sounded like some
thundering God. CAN YOU DIG IT?!?!
Well my Seta, you dig it...:)Yo diggidity! We out.
Word.
:)FUN FUN FUN til her daddy takes the T-Bird away.

Sharon_Hearts_PJ

Jeremy, you really have no idea how great his "jive" talk can be until you actually hear it with your ears. it's quite entertaining.
and frightening all at the same time.

seems to describe our dear Seta quite well. entertaining + frightening = Marc

setaside2

Originally posted by 13PJ13

seems to describe our dear Seta quite well. entertaining + frightening = Marc

Do see that folks? That, right there, is love.

Sharon_Hearts_PJ

Originally posted by setaside2
Do see that folks? That, right there, is love.

more than you may know...

setaside2

I dedicate it to Savannah66 who is fighting the good fight.

And, I realize that this is different from my usual stuff, but it is real and it was real and I really did tip 45% that night. I'd do it again. Especially if my waitress was a girl named savannah....


MOTHER/dirty wash cloth

Waitress
They said
White trash
Poor
They said
She served me well
Not that I’m chauvinistic or anything
But
Hell
I felt like royalty
She deserved a tip
Didn’t trip
And even yelled at those people behind us
Who got so annoying
Words failed me
For a change
Brown hair
Withered smile
Mother to all that pay witness
Caring beyond our right to receive
“Punctuality is optional,”
She said with a small smile
“When you have to rely upon line cooks.”
We laughed courteously
Only a few of us truly understanding
Where she was coming from
Which was off her last break
Something like sixteen hundred
Hours ago
She smiled again
And shuffled off to some other destination
Lighting up the much needed cigarette
A silent discussion
Aside
With the apparent manager
A haggard looking man
Occurred
In which we found her name to be Julia
A twenty-something
On the road to somewhere
In no particular hurry it seems
But with import
And persistence
She was light on her feet
In the heavy hours of the early morn
A ballerina in servitude
Pinocchio on strings
On her way to the real
Real
And she was the best
That I
In my fascinated haze
Gave her 45%
Only because fifty would have broken me
She touched my hear with a menu
And limitless freefloating time
Her blue eyes sparkled
And I don’t think
I’ve ever had
A cleaner table.

coleen

i was distressed to find this thread hiding on page three. no matter where it is resting on any given day, this is always the very first one that i read.

back to the top with you where you belong.

beauty as always (mother), seen through the eyes of setaside. what a wonderful world this could be if more people were able to look around themselves and see as clearly as you.

setaside2

To all...

I have not been around and my muse has apparently taken a vacation to hide from the tirades of a marriage in collapse.

Our black dwarf gone supernova.

Sigh.

Life is so tense. Who really needs what we need? I need to know where I stand but I am not able to feel my feet.

Caught in the zero gravity, I am weightless though the earth rushes towards me in a panic to receive me once again.

the barometer is falling.

thank you coleen. You have high praise, which I may or may not deserve, but thank you.

Toywoman

no apologies necessary. been thru what you're going thru now and it is no fun at all

I do enjoy reading your work though, Marc. Hope that soon your life is full of joy and happiness... and see? I didn't even throw in the "TAB" word;)

{{{hugs and smoochies}}}

setaside2

it was just all sly and subtle and now you are in trouble.


I will hopefully have some new stuff soon... or not. Please, all, keep reading. I have posted chunks of my psyche and my heart here for you to see... I am deathly curious as to what reactions may indeed be amix.


seta

Toywoman

damn i'm busted... but I'm in trouble?? woo hooooo! I live for trouble, really:D

savannah66

I just got around to catching up on this thread.
Thank you Marc, I'm flattered. As you know, my muse is also mute....
such tremendous talent you have, in words and pictures. I always enjoy your art.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

How is your everything these days, Mr. 2?

setaside2

It occurs to me that this group of people is reminiscent of any given group of folks who suddenly have airline tickets dropped off at their door for no particular purpose and we all end up arriving at some out of the way paradise with pina coladas and a No Speedo rule, and we're happy and chatty and wondering who in the hell paid our way to some tropical isle in the middle of nowhere when we all start getting murdered on the first appropriately stormy night and then our factions divide and some of us go off to have sex and come back only to realize that while we were screaming the wrong person's name in the heated throes of honeyed passion another one of our group has died and we know that we were the only ones who couldn't have been killing people because our lips are still sticky so we have nothing to do but to stand by each other until one of us is forced to turn away at the wrong moment and the other dies unceremoniously and unpoetically at our back leaving only ourselves realizing that this movie plot SUCKS and while the sex was great there are no points for originality hereabouts and there is still this sticky bloody mess on the floor that you could swear was corn syrup based with enough carmine and red No. 25 dye in it to last a high school sweater reunion and OH LOOK a gun is pointed at me and don't I feel self conscious at this moment thinking man I should have tried the botanical teas here they sounded like a fruitful treat and one that could have done me good why do i have to die in this ridiculous hawaiian shirt why is it we always have to die looking so goddam lame in these things i ask you and oh MY it was you all along wasn't it well isn't that something new and unique amongst all of this and I can see there's no persuading you otherwise and that no amount of my knowledge in kung fu can save me now and I suppose that it wouldn't matter a bit to say that I still loved you would it now... BANG.

Fuck.


I really did kind of like that shirt.

Sharon_Hearts_PJ

A HA HA HA!
that was wonderful MarcUS. i only wonder where I fit into that scenario (translation: who was I fucking?)

setaside2

and just who said that it was YOU who had gotten lucky?

and yes, I was feeling that intensity at the moment I wrote all that here on the board....

I need to CHILL OUT.

LOL help a wayward poet find his way. PLEASE.