777 feels good

john girl

music

Respondent

The old boats always go out,
always come back
in,

Kansas City, brown pavement and grass
worn in between the smile and cracks
Kansas City, 2000 miles behind me
verse to bring her back
where she's never been

See only the ocean
out of my head
it's hers to cry, hers to belong
met you there to make a song
and sand was our bed
for a few hours
knew the feeling
it was never wrong
to hold you close
hear you
next to me
beautiful waves
spent our souls
to reason our heads
lovely, crazy
the reach in to find my heart

a little lost because of the hardness
lost because of the darkness
a little
empty because of the deadness
you made me alive
always inside
you

Only the ocean ahead
and the blue bay all around
old boats, another sails back in town
Kansas City, 2000 miles behind me
All right with the dayness beside me

John G. Earl

john girl

Forget about the world
in front of you for awhile
go to the world you want
within
make it exist
quietly the connections
are made like a chain
in this state of mind
Truly, power is swelling
ghosts within
the souls, the voices, the prints
and the world imagined
surfaces as the obvious
known reality
forgiving flesh and nature
into
a new revolution,
a new renaissance
a new space,
no longer a recollection
memory or not
have merged,
regardless of the graves
am I lonely cost
not only bone and dirt,
have these communications
conquered realms
in the round of symbolic harmonious
psyche
divine?

tenaciousA

pretty gentle vent there, johng...
the first one's nice, too

john girl

your name "tenacious A"
What is "A" for?


It always comes down to the apples, doesn't it! The Beatles make it so hard...

john girl

that is, love, granny

john girl

all around me
raining ash
in an eerie sun.
The beach feels
very strange.

I wish for
rain clouds
it's precious
water.

john girl

can only go up from here to hear
from the heart
God, me
why am I
in the face
not giving in to
fear.

coleen

vent.

i can't stop reading that one, they're all great but that one just gets me.

loveandrew-wood

the queen smokes
comfort is a ghost
the queen smokes
my being is toast

where do i kill
this shallow pill
when i think of it
it stains
all of the things
that keep me sain
she smokes
the queen smokes
smokes more than most

born on gold
dady played cards
learned to fold
feeding to sharks
what once made of metal
now the holiday roast
the queen smokes
i guess its a call
or a guilt trip of all
in a bucket the pain
of life that has stolen
and opened up all
the dreams that are broken
when she tokes
the queen smokes
smokes more than most
the queen smokes

loveandrew-wood

im guilty im filthy i dont care
eyes to eyes four eyes eight eyes
rise into the tide if that can be life
or even makes sense

im lack of word giving berth on erbs
cleaning sweetening the pot
throw in the lot if i can hide my guilt
underneath the quilt
stay there until im new
or get smart enough to pray again
forgiven
always living like blame is my heart
flying words lift me high come crashing down
when remember that i havent drownd yet
still waiting
anticipating what i really cant do
only you could know
hey everyone im square
save me by killing others
what the fuck
whats true and whats real
is it the same
or does it amount
to a little bit of change
hate builds up in the thick smog
lungs
responsibility


have a drink on me

babysistermama

you rock girl ....can't wait for more
Post Post Post

john girl

literally I am a starving poet, I go by the name Michelle Raine, sometimes John G. Earl.

self publishing...

Anyone want to preorder a copy of my collected works of poetry
please email seychellerain@yahoo.com

the price per copy, start at one penny, or what you'd like to pay

"penny lane" great song

john girl

~vana


beauty and skinny
dips in the ink

loveandrew-wood

this is a good poetry thread here

im trying to make my way through all this stuff

it may never happen but who cares

take care of you family and always remember

if your me then jesus comes first

amen

john girl

sometimes,
i get you,
sometimes,
she'll smile

i
(o)
u
9

john girl

Black, talkin' to herself...

the arts

why

you know there just gets to be a point in life
what else can I do to get what i need???
(beyond the deepest depths of depression)
that point being AFTER
youv'e condsidered all your alternatives

addiction
suicide
insanity
voluntary committment
incarceration
isolation
running away

but you realize that for whatever various reason, value or responsibility
that you can't even retreat to those escapes
I'm at that point

fuck IT
what can i do?
i
laugh
and let life do
what life will do
allowing Fate now
to step in

releasing
dreams, hope, desires
zero point
no expectations anymore

I'm through fighting
you
I'm through fighting myself
God
damn
just so know
I'm trapped
and have to play
but inside
my thoughts
I
don't
have
too
like the rules

quietly with a smile
i'm thinkin'
fuck this
and
fuck you

i have faith
but i'm pissed

why didn't i have intrests in business mgt. or math?

john girl

I'm just waiting for a the White House Press Release
where the administration joyfully says to the American People

"Let them eat cake"

I don't where this nation stands anymore,
maybe it is likened to the last days of Rome.


I just saying to anyone whose an American and an artist, it's very chic and cool to be humble etc...

,but NOW is not the time to reflect that in art/music, WE need to wake up, speak up, speak our thoughts even if it is harsh, but out of love, to preserve our future freedoms of expression.

that's what I always appreciated about Pearl Jam, they have no qualms about what I just said.

that's the direction my poetry is going to take.

john girl

Bean Counters

thank you corporate america
Happy Thankgiving,
I think it is not
for those
going hungry
unemployed
striking on the
grocery stores
in line
where is the compassionate cheer
Holiday or Holy day
only for those winners
only for the greedy
how green is your bank account

Oil your palms
and the Politicians
where did you get your 87 billion dollars?
Where is mine, am I scum?

One day, someday
enough of us will rise
the hungry, you will see
ghosts will breath
Mother earth will erupt
she will teach you
and you will know
you will beg
that is the price
of greed,
one day,
one day,
one day


John G. Earl

john girl

we are riders on the
cosmic merry go round
we live on the edge of time
we create
there is no beginning
there is no end
no boundaries
it just is
a universe
had I imagined
ever expanding
is it perfect
is it balance
is it ours held together
by the weight of gravity
framed by the dark matters
that's the theory
out there
it just is
energy
pleasantly mixing in the
chaotic batter
of contridiction
positive and negative
the illusion is validation
depressions play into hands
of ambitions
a galaxy, a constant
a spin
a turn
a motion,
propelled by
somethings burn
a star
a sun
one
it just is

michelle raine

john girl

That is


that is
what comes around
will be
what you will
of the God,
science, creator
or the artistic
the mystic
does your mind ever turn off?
all I can know is to trust the unseen
inside a universe, I believe
it's about multiplicities,
the many in synchronicity
the bullies of diversions
and it hurts when it's still
leaving you to wonder for heaven
and it loves when you notice those edges
of the stars that shine are ragged and great
spaces our places
within or outside
getting on and along
however farout the view
those waves, about a ripple
what tears at you today
uninimity
sons and daughters
the choice
I can be a voice
in the larger plan
different directions
eventually meet...

John G. Earl

john girl

artwork