Is you broken?
Goulet
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Today I'm horny and crass
and vile,
and I stink and squirm in my chair,
and I'm sick and nauseous
and bloated,
and I'm drugged out of my mind,
and drunk out of my mind,
and I'm thinking I'll shoot a bullet
right into my mind,
and there's no sweet air around me,
and no sweet perfume
that excites me,
and no sweet, mellow, sexy eyes
that excite me,
and I'm so hollow and bored
and tired.
I look in the mirrored windows
of the cars on Beecher St.
and want to be inside them
or inside someone
or beside something
or between the sheets of a bed,
because its cold, and frosty today,
and the wind never felt so sharp
or in my face before,
and the streets never felt too empty
or confusing before.
and vile,
and I stink and squirm in my chair,
and I'm sick and nauseous
and bloated,
and I'm drugged out of my mind,
and drunk out of my mind,
and I'm thinking I'll shoot a bullet
right into my mind,
and there's no sweet air around me,
and no sweet perfume
that excites me,
and no sweet, mellow, sexy eyes
that excite me,
and I'm so hollow and bored
and tired.
I look in the mirrored windows
of the cars on Beecher St.
and want to be inside them
or inside someone
or beside something
or between the sheets of a bed,
because its cold, and frosty today,
and the wind never felt so sharp
or in my face before,
and the streets never felt too empty
or confusing before.
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"we'll all have a love-in,
some kind of good bed-in,
some sort of dream."
sounds just as lovely today as it did then. i'm sure we can find a few freinds around here that would be more than happy to join in the dream.
I have seen people broken, or perhaps I am far more jaded than our dear sweet coleen. But I have also seen all the king's horses and all the king's men have actual success at recreating that individual.
I have often wondered if that king was merely tempered time.
As it were, I have long held the theory that we all need to chip in on a large mansion in the hills somewhere and we shall all have our rooms and a great room communal area in which to philosophize and forget our worldly days...
I still feel that we all need to get in on this.
Chat soon, but I love your work. Please keep it on air.
how i'd love to be a fly on the wall of the great communal area to listen to you all exchanging thoughts.
maybe you'll allow me a day-pass to visit and listen to you all.
it has 16 windows facing the sea off the cliff and has tapestries that move only when you wish.
we hope you stay for awhile. the place is yours. and there is fire, fruit and good company down the hall and to your left.
If you stop and listen, you can hear them. They are waiting for you...
i think you're already in...
now as for your last post goulet -
melodramatic...doubtful. but a fool? absolutely never.
no, really i am very good at being ridiculous and a fool...there's nothing wrong with either one
it is by their whim we are suffered to be here and it is by their blessings that we smile and it is by their skills that we all carry the strength to laugh.
Goulet is right, being a fool is high complement and high praise.
and a little melodrama is necessary now and again, wouldn't you say?
seta
absolutely, i just need those times when i can throw my hand to my brow and let out a horrific gasp of desparation
once again our resident poets are my greatest teachers. is it any wonder i spend so much time here reading and re-reading words that make me stretch beyond even my own imaginings?
i really shouldn't ever be called a poet...a failure maybe, but not a poet
i will honor your request that i not refer to you as a poet if that is your wish. but not all the words you may weild could ever convince me to name you a failure.
i guess its one of those days when i'm hard on myself for no reason...and i'm so up up and away right now i couldn't be happier with myself
do you think maybe sometime, that is of course if you wouldn't mind, that you could teach me a bit about that part?
its something that fades in and out and in and out, a lot like the ocean only not as consistant...i think lack of sleep helps, but not always, and drugs help, but not always, and a smile from a stranger in their rearviewmirror helps too, always...
the 'always' list?????????
doctor, doctor
i smile bright
doctor, doctor
hold me tight.
in the grass
of a grassy field
i'd love to live
with someone
under the sun
and stars
and stary nights
and dream
about the future
and the past
and my lover's
hazy-beautiful
mellow eyes.
in your explanation of the up, up and away feeling - you noted things that helped but weren't reliable enough to be count on consistently. there was one thing that was described as something which can always inspire the up, up and away feeling.
i feel that way about the things that i read here. i can always count on it for an up, up and away.
CAFFEINE
really works for my writing.
Long tireless hours training my body for that.
Also, I'm sure that somewhere it accounts for all my insomnia.
And Goulet, you have the poetic gleam. How about that?
doctor, doctor
i smile bright
doctor, doctor
hold me tight.
in the grass
of a grassy field
i'd love to live
with someone
under the sun
and stars
and stary nights
and dream
about the future
and the past
and my lover's
hazy-beautiful
mellow eyes.
goulosh this is a brilliant poem
great work
"what the fuck you lookin at, fuck you"