begging for nirvana

tenaciousAtenaciousA Posts: 604
edited October 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
when the hurricanes come
they tape up the windows
and refuse to open the doors
for fear all the glass in the house will shatter
when the hurricanes come
they stock up on milk and toilet paper
and fill the tub with water
just in case
just in case the world actually does stop turning
and the sewers back up
and the plant falls to the ground
like thirty gallons of water
and 44 rolls of toilet paper
are going to save your shiny ass
better to plan
for the fucking idiots
when they come to borrow
a cup of milk
and shoot your shiny ass
for a roll of toilet paper
better to plan
for knowing every half dead fuck you meet
wants your extra shot
and your extra detergent
and your leather chaps
for their unfufilled intent to steal
your dead neighbor's motorcycle
and ride like a mad wanderer to the next
unsuspecting fuck
you'd better hope like hell
you retain the better half of you
'cause after all the toilet paper and milk are gone
after everything's been said and done
you still gotta die
you still gotta beg for nirvana
~all is full of love~
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  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    Originally posted by tenaciousA
    when the hurricanes come
    they tape up the windows
    and refuse to open the doors
    for fear all the glass in the house will shatter
    when the hurricanes come
    they stock up on milk and toilet paper
    and fill the tub with water
    just in case
    just in case the world actually does stop turning
    and the sewers back up
    and the plant falls to the ground
    like thirty gallons of water
    and 44 rolls of toilet paper
    are going to save your shiny ass
    better to plan
    for the fucking idiots
    when they come to borrow
    a cup of milk
    and shoot your shiny ass
    for a roll of toilet paper
    better to plan
    for knowing every half dead fuck you meet
    wants your extra shot
    and your extra detergent
    and your leather chaps
    for their unfufilled intent to steal
    your dead neighbor's motorcycle
    and ride like a mad wanderer to the next
    unsuspecting fuck
    you'd better hope like hell
    you retain the better half of you
    'cause after all the toilet paper and milk are gone
    after everything's been said and done
    you still gotta die
    you still gotta beg for nirvana

    don't worry about the hurricane now.
    i just saw the eye of the storm
    over your house on hill
    my darling it is still cloudy

    but for some reason
    a car dealership or someone with a spot light
    is having a sale
    during a storm, how odd

    all i know is,
    what i saw was this.......

    .. four angels flying over your house
    tubes of light ending in circles on the clouds
    circle in perfect and unperfect unison..
    singing angels, four pearls
    but one was missing

    made me wonder

    about the other light angel just over the bend
    she was having fun flying madly, on her own
    didn't seem right really, without the other four
    she could be the center of their flower
    not their storm

    she loves them so
    she had to dance on her own
    maybe the spotangellights should
    GRAB

    her light back
    she is feisty, but she is
    smooth and
    she is stronger than you think
  • like a long island iced tea, no?













    ;)
    ~all is full of love~
  • Originally posted by tenaciousA
    when the hurricanes come
    they tape up the windows
    and refuse to open the doors
    for fear all the glass in the house will shatter
    when the hurricanes come
    they stock up on milk and toilet paper
    and fill the tub with water
    just in case
    just in case the world actually does stop turning
    and the sewers back up
    and the plant falls to the ground
    like thirty gallons of water
    and 44 rolls of toilet paper
    are going to save your shiny ass
    better to plan
    for the fucking idiots
    when they come to borrow
    a cup of milk
    and shoot your shiny ass
    for a roll of toilet paper
    better to plan
    for knowing every half dead fuck you meet
    wants your extra shot
    and your extra detergent
    and your leather chaps
    for their unfufilled intent to steal
    your dead neighbor's motorcycle
    and ride like a mad wanderer to the next
    unsuspecting fuck
    you'd better hope like hell
    you retain the better half of you
    'cause after all the toilet paper and milk are gone
    after everything's been said and done
    you still gotta die
    you still gotta beg for nirvana

    Take my milk
    Take my T.P.
    Take my booze
    Take my drugs
    Take my Rocky Horror Picture Show Poster
    Take my clothes
    Take my neighbour's Harley
    She's gone anyway
    And she can afford a shiny new one
    Take all the words from my mouth
    Take my tongue if need be
    I don't want to beg anyway
    You can't take my dignity
    Just don't forget to take my hand







    We're all just dust & bones!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • setaside2setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    I threw dignity to the wind decades ago
    it seems
    and FUCK the shattered glass
    the wind is fresher
    and the view much more saturated and intimate through a windowless window.

    My PANE and my pain cracked and peeling
    The curtains billow and beckon
    threatening to envelope me and send me out
    the deck 540 feet below
    I won't feel it as I land they say they whisper they scream

    The sky is awfully blue from here.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • The wind is like a vacuum
    Sucking
    Ever sucking
    All the blue, red, black
    Until it is colourless
    Lifeless
    A tangled mess of what was once
    Such a beautiful being
    I still see that beauty
    It brings me closer to the edge
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • nothing like a little tragedy to make us feel important, eh?
    like the checker at home depot a day and a half before touchdown
    "yes ma'am, i believe we're down to ten rolls of tape
    and 51 boards of plywood..
    yes ma'am can i load those up for you?"
    he winks
    so proud he's convinced her for the moment
    that she'd be alright
    his eyes shiny with righteousness
    she gets home and her big hunking neighbor comes over with the drill and hammer
    "i might be a bit handier than you, friend...
    here let me help you with that..."
    and she beams
    staring at his ass while he screws and hammers her boards into place
    "can I get you a tea, kind sir?"
    "well, that'd be right nice, m'lady, however the missus expects me home"

    and as she watches his ass cross the street back home
    the sky grows dark
    and she faces the storm
    alone

    she lights a couple of candles in the bathroom
    pulls out a book she's not sure she's going to like
    and sits on the can
    and waits it out
    ~all is full of love~
  • and her face grows dark
    as she storms the sky
    ~all is full of love~
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