For Jeremy: Just givin it away
BhagavadGita
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Just before service was over today a girl sang with her guitar. A song about God. It might as well been about you.
The chorus went like this;
"God wrote a poem, and it was you.
God wrote a poem, and it was you.
God dreamed me a blessing, and it was you.
God dreamed me a blessing, and it was you.
God left a gift, and it was you Jeremy
God left a gift, and it was you
God loves her child, and it is you Jeremy
and it is you."
The chorus went like this;
"God wrote a poem, and it was you.
God wrote a poem, and it was you.
God dreamed me a blessing, and it was you.
God dreamed me a blessing, and it was you.
God left a gift, and it was you Jeremy
God left a gift, and it was you
God loves her child, and it is you Jeremy
and it is you."
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Waldan (1817 - 62 )
to many wrong men
but when I have been
alone
with
my self...
You,
you are a cheeky one.
Sneakin into a girls orgazzummm like that!
are you a wizard
are you a God/Dess
who are you?
Ive always found imagining your imbrace
too much
to face
as if I was convincing myself you were more like Jesus...
to me
how can I do that? Jesus and button pushing, dont mix
toy buzzn ..??
Nope. Not Open.
Put that thought out of your dirty mind.
I am not mary
Won't put you in the middle of my lust.
you also belonged to someone else.
then one day you did not
what to do with that possibility now. no coveting thy neighbors anything anymore..
Now, those sessions,
.... when i scream your name to the ceiling and FEEL YOU FLOATING OVER MY BED AND I CAN FINALLY SHOUT
your name to the
blue
sky
above.........and i feel your astral body over me and iam fullfilled, however brief the moment,,,, i know that i could live that everyday if only i believed even more. i hope you don't mind these words, but you throw yourself upon me eveyday i wake with your book and know it just must be...i know it ,,, is you.
i cant wait to wait!
Deborah
the kind you sit on the floor for...
i knew i must mop
i must clean dishes or my
home will become green like me
listening to PJ Noblesville 2000
throw your arms around me.
i imagined you.
i imagined deer creek.
you said that about the moon just as i looked up.
i swear on my son's life you did.
then you sang.
this time i remembered differently
i fly higher.
i saw you singing on stage.
i say me, in the back 40 feeling small
getting ready to leave (actually flying to seattle that next day for vacation)
you sang while i was on the kitchen floor
i was in three places at the same time
back in the past
flying above the past
on my kitchen floor.
the best part was flying above deer creek.
i could saw our tiny tinkerbell lights
me clueless but knowing in my heart
you were trying to get my attention
so desperate to be together in music
breathing the same air as you
while flying above, i saw this board and now
i could feel the tip of the ice berg.
i COUD SEE it better by flying
then suddenly,
that noise inmy right ear.
a resonance
is that you my dear?
that is sheeted with my skin
my body-
canvassed.
his brush digs into me.
The white paint stains
the mattress yellow
scabs my lips shut
his hands know how to mold
deep knuckles to
replenish my blemish
shove against my push
he draws a river across me
while i supply the paint.
the red rapids dress my skin,
keep me warm before I chill.
he carves his name
his three-letter name,
onto my body
leaves me to take the fame.
the critics come
to take pictures of me,
sketch chalk around me,
and they know
my body is a work of Art.
Jeremy Walter - Rot
God had a vasectomy and it was me.
I hope you can play guitar because the kitchen floor piece would go great with strings.
What a cavernous heart you have. I'm blushed to silence.
(Hope that wasn't glib. I'm not a talker.)
my body is a work of art is a true line
this room is getting wiser by the second and ive only been here three days
Art is to be a very odd but beautiful represenation of how a poem can aid in our self fullfillment. Radar, my dear, you may not be a talker or a stalker, or even a squawker...
you my friend are a shocker! and a maybe even a rocker?
not the kind gramma sits in of course.
but rhythm is good....i think we are all into it really good right now,,,,,,can ya feel it?