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Goulet
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Let's all talk about love
and the consequences of love
and the boundaries and walls
and fortitudes of love,
and while we talk
we can write poems and songs
that can warm our hearts;
make us smile, see.
With warm hearts and worn fingers
we write and write,
and talk and talk
until our throats get dry
or our hearts well up
or we can't get inspired anymore
by anything,
even love.
Then you can take my hand
and look in my heather-colored eyes;
we'll both be thinking about philosophy,
and the sex we've had,
be it physical or emotional
or mental,
and our necks may be straining at little,
craning up to the heights of our spines;
heads nodding
back-and-forth,
bobbing
back-and-forth,
so that we can begin to understand
what sleep is for
and why we need rest and relaxation
once in awhile.
Laying in bed smoking cigarettes
delights you,
I know,
you told me so
under the park bench where we hid
from the police
and the strange sounds and moving shapes
when we did mushrooms that one time.
You were so happy-excited
and very upfront about it;
you loved the color and shape of your hand
in the moonlight
and how my nose stuck way out from my face,
just like a liar,
you said.
So now your busy, little hands
don't disturb me so much
anymore,
and your wandering eyes don't make me fragile
and jealous
because all you've got
are the blades of grass under your toes
and the hopeless thoughts
under your wavy-brown hair.
and the consequences of love
and the boundaries and walls
and fortitudes of love,
and while we talk
we can write poems and songs
that can warm our hearts;
make us smile, see.
With warm hearts and worn fingers
we write and write,
and talk and talk
until our throats get dry
or our hearts well up
or we can't get inspired anymore
by anything,
even love.
Then you can take my hand
and look in my heather-colored eyes;
we'll both be thinking about philosophy,
and the sex we've had,
be it physical or emotional
or mental,
and our necks may be straining at little,
craning up to the heights of our spines;
heads nodding
back-and-forth,
bobbing
back-and-forth,
so that we can begin to understand
what sleep is for
and why we need rest and relaxation
once in awhile.
Laying in bed smoking cigarettes
delights you,
I know,
you told me so
under the park bench where we hid
from the police
and the strange sounds and moving shapes
when we did mushrooms that one time.
You were so happy-excited
and very upfront about it;
you loved the color and shape of your hand
in the moonlight
and how my nose stuck way out from my face,
just like a liar,
you said.
So now your busy, little hands
don't disturb me so much
anymore,
and your wandering eyes don't make me fragile
and jealous
because all you've got
are the blades of grass under your toes
and the hopeless thoughts
under your wavy-brown hair.
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Originally posted by Goulet
Let's all talk about love
and the consequences of love
and the boundaries and walls
and fortitudes of love,
and while we talk
we can write poems and songs
that can warm our hearts;
make us smile, see.
With warm hearts and worn fingers
we write and write,
and talk and talk
until our throats get dry
or our hearts well up
or we can't get inspired anymore
by anything,
even love.
Then you can take my hand
and look in my heather-colored eyes;
we'll both be thinking about philosophy,
and the sex we've had,
be it physical or emotional
or mental,
and our necks may be straining at little,
craning up to the heights of our spines;
heads nodding
back-and-forth,
bobbing
back-and-forth,
so that we can begin to understand
what sleep is for
and why we need rest and relaxation
once in awhile.
Laying in bed smoking cigarettes
delights you,
I know,
you told me so
under the park bench where we hid
from the police
and the strange sounds and moving shapes
when we did mushrooms that one time.
You were so happy-excited
and very upfront about it;
you loved the color and shape of your hand
in the moonlight
and how my nose stuck way out from my face,
just like a liar,
you said.
So now your busy, little hands
don't disturb me so much
anymore,
and your wandering eyes don't make me fragile
and jealous
because all you've got
are the blades of grass under your toes
and the hopeless thoughts
under your wavy-brown hair.
Goulet,
You are like a brilliant white LIGHT.
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someone told me to forget to believe in this kind of stuff and i almost wanted to just for them. only i couldn't help that i still believe.
thank you goulet - i'm the luckiest0 -
i think this was that one.0
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Originally posted by BhagavadGita
Goulet,
You are like a brilliant white LIGHT.
where is my yin,
my shady, secret, dark, mysterious, cold0 -
Originally posted by Goulet
i think this was that one.
i wondered about that when i read it.
went right through me when i did - one of your best in my humble opinion.0 -
I'll just chime in here to say this is brilliant. One of those pieces that draw me in. I feel like I'm on a ride through imagination and anecdotes where I don't know what's next but when I find out, everything makes sense.
Not predictable. Beautiful.- 98 Pgh
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- 03 Pgh|Philly|PSU|Camden 1+2|Hershey
- 04 Boston 1|Reading
- 05 Philly
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- 08 Camden 1+2|Hartford|Mansfield 2
- 09 Philly 1 [EV]|Toronto|Spectrum 1-4
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That's sad.0
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i'm going to start wearing a cape with shiney silver marbles on it and on the back it will say "Overrated" in very nice handwritten script and i will dance and dance and dance around in circular motions and girate to the motion of the waves of the ocean and i will wear a giant cod piece that will have stars and exclamation points on it and it will be bright and blinding to all those that look upon it for it will be my precious and my darling and all that i love and the townsfolk will bow down to it and pray to it and salivate over it and all will be good and grand and great in the world again.0
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i'll start working on the cape and codpiece this evening. and if you are a very naughty-nice little boy - santa will bring it to you for christmas0
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Originally posted by coleen
i'll start working on the cape and codpiece this evening. and if you are a very naughty-nice little boy - santa will bring it to you for christmas
the cod piece will hold you to your word for it is treacherous0 -
Originally posted by Goulet
the cod piece will hold you to your word for it is treacherous
imagine a treacherous codpiece....ah goulet i wonder if you can fully appreciate your wisdom and insight0 -
Originally posted by coleen
imagine a treacherous codpiece....ah goulet i wonder if you can fully appreciate your wisdom and insight
i can, for i see far and wide and deep into the minds of those that look unto the cod piece, my precious, and it's "eye" is always upon those who wish for it and those whose dreams and nightmares it haunts.0 -
Originally posted by Goulet
i can, for i see far and wide and deep into the minds of those that look unto the cod piece, my precious, and it's "eye" is always upon those who wish for it and those whose dreams and nightmares it haunts.
well then it is with great care and dedication that i will fashion a codpiece worthy of its station.0 -
Originally posted by Goulet
i'm going to start wearing a cape with shiney silver marbles on it and on the back it will say "Overrated" in very nice handwritten script and i will dance and dance and dance around in circular motions and girate to the motion of the waves of the ocean and i will wear a giant cod piece that will have stars and exclamation points on it and it will be bright and blinding to all those that look upon it for it will be my precious and my darling and all that i love and the townsfolk will bow down to it and pray to it and salivate over it and all will be good and grand and great in the world again.
It's attractive to be humble. It's detrimental to be self-demeaning.- 98 Pgh
- 00 Pgh
- 03 Pgh|Philly|PSU|Camden 1+2|Hershey
- 04 Boston 1|Reading
- 05 Philly
- 06 Camden 1+2|Pgh
- 08 Camden 1+2|Hartford|Mansfield 2
- 09 Philly 1 [EV]|Toronto|Spectrum 1-4
- 10 Cleveland|Buffalo
- 11 Philly [EV]|PJ20
- 12 Philly
- 13 London|Pgh|Buff|Philly 1+2|Balt
- 14 Cincy|StL
- 16 Philly 1+2|Philly 2 [TotD]
- 18 Boston 1+2
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Originally posted by Goulet
i'm going to start wearing a cape with shiney silver marbles on it and on the back it will say "Overrated" in very nice handwritten script and i will dance and dance and dance around in circular motions and girate to the motion of the waves of the ocean and i will wear a giant cod piece that will have stars and exclamation points on it and it will be bright and blinding to all those that look upon it for it will be my precious and my darling and all that i love and the townsfolk will bow down to it and pray to it and salivate over it and all will be good and grand and great in the world again.Your too much Goulet! Your poem is great! Accept it! Love it! We love ya!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 -
Originally posted by Being Enlightened
Your too much Goulet! Your poem is great! Accept it! Love it! We love ya!
fine, then...
i'm going to start wearing a cape with shiney silver marbles on it and on the back it will say "Brilliant" in very beautiful, over-the-top handwritten script and i will dance and dance and dance around in circular motions and girate to the motion of the waves of the ocean and i will wear a giant cod piece that will have stars and exclamation points on it and it will be bright and blinding to all those that look upon it for it will be my precious and my darling and all that i love and the townsfolk will bow down to it and pray to it and salivate over it and all will be good and grand and great in the world again, for i will be King and all will read and love and horde my poems and live their lives through my words and my lies and my dreams and hopes and nightmares, the world will turn dark with lightening and thunder and raindrops that don't reflect light and sleep will come to all those who oppose me and as i go dancing and galloping and skipping over the fields of doom i will be forever praised and my breast will be bronzed and my helm will be of gold and silver and all that is precious to me and many statues will be erected and all those that pass will behold me in my glory, for I am a great Poet-Warlord, an Author-Divine, a Master of all Language that comes before me.0 -
Originally posted by Goulet
fine, then...
i'm going to start wearing a cape with shiney silver marbles on it and on the back it will say "Brilliant" in very beautiful, over-the-top handwritten script and i will dance and dance and dance around in circular motions and girate to the motion of the waves of the ocean and i will wear a giant cod piece that will have stars and exclamation points on it and it will be bright and blinding to all those that look upon it for it will be my precious and my darling and all that i love and the townsfolk will bow down to it and pray to it and salivate over it and all will be good and grand and great in the world again, for i will be King and all will read and love and horde my poems and live their lives through my words and my lies and my dreams and hopes and nightmares, the world will turn dark with lightening and thunder and raindrops that don't reflect light and sleep will come to all those who oppose me and as i go dancing and galloping and skipping over the fields of doom i will be forever praised and my breast will be bronzed and my helm will be of gold and silver and all that is precious to me and many statues will be erected and all those that pass will behold me in my glory, for I am a great Poet-Warlord, an Author-Divine, a Master of all Language that comes before me.I've got tears in my eyes! I can't stop laughing! I have this whacked mental picture of you now, my friend. Oh man! Thanks for the laughs. And stop being so modest!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 -
Originally posted by Being Enlightened
I've got tears in my eyes! I can't stop laughing! I have this whacked mental picture of you now, my friend. Oh man! Thanks for the laughs. And stop being so modest!
I know nothing of the word modest or the word ego for i now am beyond words for i own them as is the rule of my precious, my brilliant cod piece from whence all my showering, lovely, terribly-powerful thoughts and beautiful words flow and i am no longer a picture of beauty for i am a picture of nothingness and that which no man nor woman nor living thing can see, you but feel my presense near you and you can only gather enough courage to bow trembling and fall to your knees and delight in your folly, and you love me and hate me and are bound to me for i am wise and magnificant and cunning and beautiful to behold and you will suckle at my breast and become one with that which is beyond you until you are nothingness and i own all that was your soul, i am the Great Tamer-of-Words and a bane to all that exists.0 -
Originally posted by Goulet
I know nothing of the word modest or the word ego for i now am beyond words for i own them as is the rule of my precious, my brilliant cod piece from whence all my showering, lovely, terribly-powerful thoughts and beautiful words flow and i am no longer a picture of beauty for i am a picture of nothingness and that which no man nor woman nor living thing can see, you but feel my presense near you and you can only gather enough courage to bow trembling and fall to your knees and delight in your folly, and you love me and hate me and are bound to me for i am wise and magnificant and cunning and beautiful to behold and you will suckle at my breast and become one with that which is beyond you until you are nothingness and i own all that was your soul, i am the Great Tamer-of-Words and a bane to all that exists.
YES MASTER! Falling to ones knees, trembling, suckling, breasts, cod pieces---My god man! You deserve a whipping, not just a spanking today!Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 -
does this mean i need to start on a new cape and codpiece?
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