Isn't it not very fuuny
drive-by shotput paint
and down goes the honey
Hematoma headache, it's freezing
so swell
pound off tanking seizures
war is hell
am I to know or to tell
it the bone core
another round at the apple convention
here's a bell
takin' it off the skid
burnin' rubber
alumini, numb by
the intentions
a street war
my souveniour
the criminal concussion
I reap a treasure
to no ends and these years
of abrasions
Drop the random target practice peace
here it caught me a burst on my sheets
a center, a release
a stand, you got me
to wrath and my attention
this to you, oh well
bruises are numb to infection
eating icy crumbs
I'm attacking the flow
at your service
no point to the cowards road game
Frown, drown
melt away the bad be as gone
as the far, as the blame
hold the fresh in my tears
Onl the beats on
only has a heart to be strong
I won't choke to be tied on the chain
All abort
let it ring in my ears
out of mouth
sing, sing
me your tears
All abort
from your hurts
off your fears
seize and desist
off with the shirts
I am deflection
No I am protection...
Originally posted by john girl Frown, drown
melt away the bad be as gone
as the far, as the blame
hold the fresh in my tears
Onl the beats on
only has a heart to be strong
I won't choke to be tied on the chain
All abort
let it ring in my ears
out of mouth
sing, sing
me your tears
All abort
from your hurts
off your fears
seize and desist
off with the shirts
I am deflection
No I am protection...
john G. Earl
Now I hate to chop up your post but girl, I really, really dig the part that I cut out!!!! Not to say the beginning isn't good but the end just kicks! Nice to see something new!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Vaulted
in idea, dna
movin' all over the prairie
reclined on the private moments
I'd harbored
no cherries
for keeps I had carried
the old secret of
his shame on me
I've lost these thoughts
grew through the timid
and the rots of leaves
innocence has been so sifted
I remember how it's torn, drifted,
we doped, relieved,
when it's the crossing
to go, a leap and born
of recites and hopes
of why or what makes
this an answer
groping for the touch
of soap tasters
made in Iliad
the
want is lust, charge
the jest of ancients mused
sensory humor, no past has purged
~leak on me, I am odd I see
this floater feeling to
form a point to destination
I was wanting a reason
if you have to know
there in no reasoning
only thrown into my guts gulley
a mending streams of persuasion
the push becomes by believing
I have a place and dumb luck
That and what wasn't only makes you tough
good or bad
always want to prize, those from the rough
got to get a better rut
a better way than to sink
to my Father's lures
hear, I can scream, all my dreams
through doors that never shut.
Teething able biters
chew this lorn
Oh ma labored cane
hard sugars, scorn
a gnaw, a scrap
the seeds, chored
and feed my raw,
the
in gender
make potent
interuptures
no hand over mouth
mine wants a kill
full of kiss
warming and warning
of the thaw
spliced lip, spliced lip
splice lipped
the bloody tell me
of your
spills and drip
to love more
no war
no weeps
sleep more
how down, how steep
should I want to crawl under
to peak in
my poor feast , pleased to eat
the damning fruit, aah
I am beast, too
pick up what fell
to bite again
grace
how you come shivering
to a bitch,
like my men
seize the beauty
in a luna's shawl
No, Crowley's not my thing either. An ex-g/f of mine (still a good friend and published novelist now, I'm pleased to say) is very accurate with her tarot readings.
I think many of us have experiences we can't explain.
My caves
almost folded in
as it lays
let it fall
my walls, her
backlit fades
may into
Mandarine and
the turquoise
pain,
my trust, my own
my room, my quiet
my greif
grew from flowers
angry fragrants
breezed
and porous fire
Know I am not blind
of blinds kind, no
I ache to a vagrants rose
for the good of a dream
learned
is
a tolls paid
mean day of masks
those dead eyes
pluck me outloud
to black petals haunt
my hands
lace be chord
govern's bloom in swords
atonement, Why?
I'd been lingering's
shadow
course return'd
no absence
this abstinence
wore no smell
and I want to reek
so come no stillness
come active...
yeah, what the fuck
bought an electric guitar,
baby,
i'm on route 37
and just like the
poetry
I
have no
idea
what the fuck I am doin',
the saddest part is
I am sleeping on my ex's couch
he told me last night
i couldn't practice
in his house
I am sufficating, amps
he is sufficating,
my lamps
go to hell
to go to heaven
go to hell
so I breathe in
sevens
I can't help what wants to come out
why does this make me feel so guilty
I can't help myself out
I can't help him
where is the door
when I only want out
to find my chorus
again,
begin,
don't hold back
breathe in
she wants hers
she wants someplace
some in
yeah, what the fuck
bought an electric guitar,
baby,
i'm on route 37
and just like the
poetry
I
have no
idea
what the fuck I am doin',
the saddest part is
I am sleeping on my ex's couch
he told me last night
i couldn't practice
in his house
I am sufficating, amps
he is sufficating,
my lamps
go to hell
to go to heaven
go to hell
so I breathe in
sevens
I can't help what wants to come out
why does this make me feel so guilty
I can't help myself out
I can't help him
where is the door
when I only want out
to find my chorus
again,
begin,
don't hold back
breathe in
she wants hers
she wants someplace
some in
Guitars are not the sin...
John G. Earl
Wow!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
What does my date of birth tell you? I was born on the twenty-first day of the seventh month, in the year nineteen-seventy two.
By the way, Jimi's music does that to me, too. When I listen to a version of "Stone Free" that wasn't put on the "Live At The Fillmore East" album but was from the Band of Gypsies gigs - that includes a section of his rare "Valleys of Neptune" - I'm completely gone!
Comments
if you have had this happen, describe, post,
this has been happening to me and it's a little hard to take in.
drive-by shotput paint
and down goes the honey
Hematoma headache, it's freezing
so swell
pound off tanking seizures
war is hell
am I to know or to tell
it the bone core
another round at the apple convention
here's a bell
takin' it off the skid
burnin' rubber
alumini, numb by
the intentions
a street war
my souveniour
the criminal concussion
I reap a treasure
to no ends and these years
of abrasions
Drop the random target practice peace
here it caught me a burst on my sheets
a center, a release
a stand, you got me
to wrath and my attention
this to you, oh well
bruises are numb to infection
eating icy crumbs
I'm attacking the flow
at your service
no point to the cowards road game
Frown, drown
melt away the bad be as gone
as the far, as the blame
hold the fresh in my tears
Onl the beats on
only has a heart to be strong
I won't choke to be tied on the chain
All abort
let it ring in my ears
out of mouth
sing, sing
me your tears
All abort
from your hurts
off your fears
seize and desist
off with the shirts
I am deflection
No I am protection...
john G. Earl
Now I hate to chop up your post but girl, I really, really dig the part that I cut out!!!! Not to say the beginning isn't good but the end just kicks! Nice to see something new!
I was thinking how our
brain is abstract to logic sometimes.
Happy Holidays
Happpiest of holidays to you too! I'm outta here!
Vaulted
in idea, dna
movin' all over the prairie
reclined on the private moments
I'd harbored
no cherries
for keeps I had carried
the old secret of
his shame on me
I've lost these thoughts
grew through the timid
and the rots of leaves
innocence has been so sifted
I remember how it's torn, drifted,
we doped, relieved,
when it's the crossing
to go, a leap and born
of recites and hopes
of why or what makes
this an answer
groping for the touch
of soap tasters
made in Iliad
the
want is lust, charge
the jest of ancients mused
sensory humor, no past has purged
~leak on me, I am odd I see
this floater feeling to
form a point to destination
I was wanting a reason
if you have to know
there in no reasoning
only thrown into my guts gulley
a mending streams of persuasion
the push becomes by believing
I have a place and dumb luck
That and what wasn't only makes you tough
good or bad
always want to prize, those from the rough
got to get a better rut
a better way than to sink
to my Father's lures
hear, I can scream, all my dreams
through doors that never shut.
Michelle Raine
"Saw" my expression for a guitar
Teething able biters
chew this lorn
Oh ma labored cane
hard sugars, scorn
a gnaw, a scrap
the seeds, chored
and feed my raw,
the
in gender
make potent
interuptures
no hand over mouth
mine wants a kill
full of kiss
warming and warning
of the thaw
spliced lip, spliced lip
splice lipped
the bloody tell me
of your
spills and drip
to love more
no war
no weeps
sleep more
how down, how steep
should I want to crawl under
to peak in
my poor feast , pleased to eat
the damning fruit, aah
I am beast, too
pick up what fell
to bite again
grace
how you come shivering
to a bitch,
like my men
seize the beauty
in a luna's shawl
michelle raine
I like to seem pragmatic
But in fact I'm telepathic
i'll admit
to reading tarot,
numerology
etc..
I think many of us have experiences we can't explain.
My caves
almost folded in
as it lays
let it fall
my walls, her
backlit fades
may into
Mandarine and
the turquoise
pain,
my trust, my own
my room, my quiet
my greif
grew from flowers
angry fragrants
breezed
and porous fire
Know I am not blind
of blinds kind, no
I ache to a vagrants rose
for the good of a dream
learned
is
a tolls paid
mean day of masks
those dead eyes
pluck me outloud
to black petals haunt
my hands
lace be chord
govern's bloom in swords
atonement, Why?
I'd been lingering's
shadow
course return'd
no absence
this abstinence
wore no smell
and I want to reek
so come no stillness
come active...
John G. Earl
bleeds
family already bought the ticket,
Anxiety, no Dad
I am not a loser...
I can hear him already
and I feel sick...
Going to lose myself
downtown, emp, tower
sunset and Hendrix
amps
kisses
to
plants
drops
of
distortion
Jimi
can
you
find
that
~center~
within
me
Have you hugged a tree lately?
Very short but very sweet john/michelle!
yeah, what the fuck
bought an electric guitar,
baby,
i'm on route 37
and just like the
poetry
I
have no
idea
what the fuck I am doin',
the saddest part is
I am sleeping on my ex's couch
he told me last night
i couldn't practice
in his house
I am sufficating, amps
he is sufficating,
my lamps
go to hell
to go to heaven
go to hell
so I breathe in
sevens
I can't help what wants to come out
why does this make me feel so guilty
I can't help myself out
I can't help him
where is the door
when I only want out
to find my chorus
again,
begin,
don't hold back
breathe in
she wants hers
she wants someplace
some in
Guitars are not the sin...
John G. Earl
Wow!
sweet dreams
may all
our dreams be
a suite
my friend
a man
amen
going in my head
"in the plows, in the plows"
you know how it goes
hmmm,
pit
inside
swallow
the aches
I desposed
Not despised
a truth
wears a dread
that I lose
ink, so it does
always fade,
the links
we unwind
in down time
like the
good ground
from a print of
blue shoe,
shue, shoe
take me for away
for awhile, to you
michelle raine
you may think it
If I remember
you,
oh,
how you said it
be strong
and send me along
You knew
cause it fell
for you
if the experienced
could...
you'd tell
ah,ah
lost the words
to me
it is that
what carries me on
for everyday
i eat for
completion
ah, ha
a little mess
for me
conflict,
is a fear of
my own frictions
I have come to this
so what
confessions
so what,
composure
It's
complicated,
So,
Michelle Raine
~leak on me
36 keys I noted on my keyboard
from the right hand side
count back to
leak~
18 + 14
17 on~
17+ 14 me~
I'm ~27+31/19+14~ odd I see
3I+27
32+27
18+14
I've often puzzled as to how numerology works.
What does my date of birth tell you? I was born on the twenty-first day of the seventh month, in the year nineteen-seventy two.
By the way, Jimi's music does that to me, too. When I listen to a version of "Stone Free" that wasn't put on the "Live At The Fillmore East" album but was from the Band of Gypsies gigs - that includes a section of his rare "Valleys of Neptune" - I'm completely gone!
experimenting,
the bricks of
Bernstein
it's hard to breath
it hurts to read
all of his way
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