Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley Wait,
Star Wars = hype.
Star Wars = money.
Star Wars = (gasp, gulp, gah) s.....shi.........sh.....aw, I can't say it. It's not true! That's not true! That's impossible!!!!!!!!!
Don't believe the hype!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley Wait,
Star Wars = hype.
Star Wars = money.
Star Wars = (gasp, gulp, gah) s.....shi.........sh.....aw, I can't say it. It's not true! That's not true! That's impossible!!!!!!!!!
I thought that too... but then I realized the rule only applied to The Phantom Suck and Attack of the Suck.
The blood rises
A fetid whisper of the wind
Caresses my face
A whirlwind between my ears
Driving my desires
Running down sanity
Without one fucking care
Not even a backward glance
Lust moistening more than my eyes
Rationality around my neck
Flapping in the breeze
Until it unravels and flies off
Heart pressing the pedal to the metal
Hand shoving the stick shift into high gear
Speeding toward what might be oblivion
Hoping for unadulterated bliss
I'm over, leaving the edge behind me
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
A Christmas wish
Floats in my thoughts
It is a dream
That is all it will ever be
But I have come to terms with that
And can still share a smile
A kind word
A little love
One cannot dwell on their wishes
But if wishes were fishes
I'd sit in my little boat
I'd sit and I'd float
I'd sit and I'd wait
I'd sit and wait until the end of time
For a nibble at my line
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
So we sit around the table
And talk of days past
Conjur up those old memories
To remind ourselves
That at least we matter to eachother
We can actually laugh (so as not to cry)
At the meltdown of the family unit
I guess it was something
So, we'll call it a unit for argument's sake
We laugh at how it was our destiny
It's our shared curse, argh, damn the family name
And we have our own issues as a result
We deal in different ways
For the lake of tears we shed
For the blood that was bled
For the lives (lies) that we lived
For all the shit that you both did
But I suppose we were rewarded some good
We found sisterly love in one another
An ever-strengthening bond
Something that will never be broken
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Being Enlightened I'll bet it is!!!!
And my dad drinks, he used to drive.
I've never seen a Porshe up close.
just kidding
my Dad's name is Rockafeller
he owns everything that is in the sky
he bought my Mom a new pair of Blue eyes
and told the Moon to get a life
Originally posted by Goulet just kidding
my Dad's name is Rockafeller
he owns everything that is in the sky
he bought my Mom a new pair of Blue eyes
and told the Moon to get a life
My dad got me a card.
In it he said he'd love me forever.
I believe he believes this although he does not show it and I only make that I believe it because it helps him get through his day.
My dad owns nothing but his name.
I am glad that I came from nothing, I don't have to live up to any expectations.
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
I am a number
On a piece of paper
In a computer somewhere
A file on some unknown's desk
They don't see me
They don't care
They just see a number
And attached to that number
Are more numbers
And those numbers
Each tell a numerical story
A story that I'm a part of
But that I know nothing of
Don't dare ask me how I am in passing
I know you don't care
My name is 1988492
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
There is no feeling like being upsidedown in a car because it rolled over onto it's roof and skidded across 4 lanes of traffic on it's hood. But we all got out with scratches even though the ambulance drivers, cops, tow truck driver and firemen said we were really lucky to be alive and only a little shooken up and scratched.
We are very lucky.
I'm (we're) still alive!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Being Enlightened There is no feeling like being upsidedown in a car because it rolled over onto it's roof and skidded across 4 lanes of traffic on it's hood. But we all got out with scratches even though the ambulance drivers, cops, tow truck driver and firemen said we were really lucky to be alive and only a little shooken up and scratched.
Originally posted by Being Enlightened There is no feeling like being upsidedown in a car because it rolled over onto it's roof and skidded across 4 lanes of traffic on it's hood. But we all got out with scratches even though the ambulance drivers, cops, tow truck driver and firemen said we were really lucky to be alive and only a little shooken up and scratched.
We are very lucky.
I'm (we're) still alive!
NOOOOOOOOOOO
Poor lil' pumpkin pudding.
I'm very thankful no one got critically wounded. The hut would be a dark place without being enlightened. The world, too, would be a dark place.
The gentle breeze caresses my skin
Runs its fingers through my hair
Brings tears to my eyes
Feel it lifting my spirit
Soaring ever higher
A wish on the wind
Close my eyes
Give it a kiss
And set it free
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
I had this feeling
A funny feeling
A pulling feeling
As I stood atop my basement stairs
Thought I was going to topple
Then I closed my eyes
And saw a picture in my mind
Playing in slow motion
A picture of a lady
Her beautiful brunette locks
Flying out from behind her head
As she was propelled forward (pushed)
Her body crumbling and crashing
Her head thrashing and bashing
Her blood staining and spraying
Her
Landing limp at the foot of the stairs
Life's blood collecting in a pool around her
And then I opened my eyes...
My friend came to visit one day
And fell down those same stairs
A ghost stands at the foot of my bed
It comes out at night to watch me
It calls me from my slumber
It calls me to the top of the basement steps
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Comments
I need to send this to an ex-girlfriend of mine.
Don't believe the hype!
Send it and sign it - Without Love, CMR
I thought that too... but then I realized the rule only applied to The Phantom Suck and Attack of the Suck.
Oh, yeah!?
Well........Well........Ah...........Well.........
Um...Um...Um...
I faked all my orgasms!
Poor you!
I never have to fake!
A fetid whisper of the wind
Caresses my face
A whirlwind between my ears
Driving my desires
Running down sanity
Without one fucking care
Not even a backward glance
Lust moistening more than my eyes
Rationality around my neck
Flapping in the breeze
Until it unravels and flies off
Heart pressing the pedal to the metal
Hand shoving the stick shift into high gear
Speeding toward what might be oblivion
Hoping for unadulterated bliss
I'm over, leaving the edge behind me
Merry Christmas
my word, this is a "work"...
i really like the one about the rain
and almost feeling warm afterward in "his" embrace
i can to
tally connect with that
omg!
i couldn't read them all
there's so many!
but i see you in here
so much like me, but not...
keep true to yourself, girl
you are beautiful and amazing and your words strike deep at the core of what so many blind men will never see...
i hope you have or get everything that is happiness
gosh...
Thank you, my dear!
And a most Merry Christmas to you too!
You flatter me too much. But I thank you!
Floats in my thoughts
It is a dream
That is all it will ever be
But I have come to terms with that
And can still share a smile
A kind word
A little love
One cannot dwell on their wishes
But if wishes were fishes
I'd sit in my little boat
I'd sit and I'd float
I'd sit and I'd wait
I'd sit and wait until the end of time
For a nibble at my line
And talk of days past
Conjur up those old memories
To remind ourselves
That at least we matter to eachother
We can actually laugh (so as not to cry)
At the meltdown of the family unit
I guess it was something
So, we'll call it a unit for argument's sake
We laugh at how it was our destiny
It's our shared curse, argh, damn the family name
And we have our own issues as a result
We deal in different ways
For the lake of tears we shed
For the blood that was bled
For the lives (lies) that we lived
For all the shit that you both did
But I suppose we were rewarded some good
We found sisterly love in one another
An ever-strengthening bond
Something that will never be broken
AFTER ALL THESE YEARS
ALMOST TWICE AS ROMANTIC
MANY VICTIMS REPORT
ESPECIALLY THOSE USING IT
FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME
Found this one by Raymond Souster from Change-Up : New Poems. It just jumped out and made me smile. I don't know why, it just did.
and my dad drives a Porshe
I'll bet it is!!!!
And my dad drinks, he used to drive.
I've never seen a Porshe up close.
just kidding
my Dad's name is Rockafeller
he owns everything that is in the sky
he bought my Mom a new pair of Blue eyes
and told the Moon to get a life
My dad got me a card.
In it he said he'd love me forever.
I believe he believes this although he does not show it and I only make that I believe it because it helps him get through his day.
My dad owns nothing but his name.
I am glad that I came from nothing, I don't have to live up to any expectations.
you are unbelievably lucky.
Don't I know it!
On a piece of paper
In a computer somewhere
A file on some unknown's desk
They don't see me
They don't care
They just see a number
And attached to that number
Are more numbers
And those numbers
Each tell a numerical story
A story that I'm a part of
But that I know nothing of
Don't dare ask me how I am in passing
I know you don't care
My name is 1988492
We are very lucky.
I'm (we're) still alive!
That is a good thing!!!!
OH what some of us would do without you?
Poor lil' pumpkin pudding.
I'm very thankful no one got critically wounded. The hut would be a dark place without being enlightened. The world, too, would be a dark place.
A little dinged up, a little shaken up but very happy to still be whole and among the living today!
Work hasn't even pissed me off yet!
Hmmmmmmm...
Maybe I should crash my car to cure my depression.
Hmmmmmmm....
Naaaaww. I'll just buy more Star Wars toys. Oh, that reminds me to check out my bids on ebay.
ps,
Runs its fingers through my hair
Brings tears to my eyes
Feel it lifting my spirit
Soaring ever higher
A wish on the wind
Close my eyes
Give it a kiss
And set it free
A funny feeling
A pulling feeling
As I stood atop my basement stairs
Thought I was going to topple
Then I closed my eyes
And saw a picture in my mind
Playing in slow motion
A picture of a lady
Her beautiful brunette locks
Flying out from behind her head
As she was propelled forward (pushed)
Her body crumbling and crashing
Her head thrashing and bashing
Her blood staining and spraying
Her
Landing limp at the foot of the stairs
Life's blood collecting in a pool around her
And then I opened my eyes...
My friend came to visit one day
And fell down those same stairs
A ghost stands at the foot of my bed
It comes out at night to watch me
It calls me from my slumber
It calls me to the top of the basement steps
I am into numerology, and poems that seem encrypted.
1988 was the year my son was born, on the day he was baptized
his great grandmother passed away, it was May
,(1) 492, Columbus' voyage