For Jeremy: Just givin it away

BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
edited November 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
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."

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  • thats beautiful
    'If a man does not keep pease with his companions, perhaps it is because he has a different drummer. Let him step to the music he hears, how ever measured or far away'

    Waldan (1817 - 62 )
  • I have given of myself
    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
  • a song came on
    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?
  • posed on a mattress
    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
  • Gita, Gita, Bo-Bita, Fanana Fana Fo Fita, Fee Fi Mo Mita, GITA!

    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.)
  • that green poem is awesome



    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
  • I promise today to find out the gal who sang that. she was awesome. pretty simple words.

    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?
    Originally posted by loveandrew-wood
    that green poem is awesome



    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
  • Originally posted by BhagavadGita
    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."

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