A Days Drunken Ramblings For The Meekly Opressed

Ali

Drunk and walking,stumbling the whole way home.There's not a drop to drink in my endless sea-I can't know where to lay my head when it's spinning so much.Are you an object of trust,or,are you an object of anticipated nocturnalness?
Some say that forgiveness lays on the wings of a dove-I say fortune is its' great provider.
A whisper and a thrill
A whisper and a chill,
I'm still stumbling.
The visions of the mighty and the visions of the meek lay in my head as I wonder who I refuse to part with in wedded bliss.So much to say it to-so I pull the plume from the seagull's back(if I had a choice of plumes) to dip it into the ink and write a song to end all songs-with full voice and upmost sincerity.that is just what I do.For this I carry the song upon my back, as I complain of drunkenness, and ,AND , the insincerity of thinking that this counrty and others shall lay in impoverished ruins.Some great leader will come along to bring the promise of sobriety,being the crack whore to end all the law books' prophecies.But this is the least of my problems.
The music plays-The bottle sways.
And I'm still stuck with profusion and diffusion of thoughts,derived from some part of the brain that always seems to be in use,where divine inspiration is mixed with the will to stay "out of the black", for what I consider to be an extended period of time-being-my whole life.We all live our lives in sweet intoxification pleasantly surrounded with pleasant thoughts.For science is a scapegoat for the meek,for those afraid to live life without consequence.
So I'm stumbling now, and the next thought that comes to mind is loneliness.Why are we all so alone?A billion people in the world and yet I find myself drinking a beseige of thoughts,by the wayside of not finding my lovers kiss.Yet,if God would,not withhold my prize from me,I would not have such a surprised look upon my face everyday,smiling so.Loneliness is an addiction-each of us grasping the way of divine inner truth from onesself-the time alone to think the thoughts needed.The time trying to explain oneself of one's Magellan-like discovery takes a lifetime to decipher and to share.And when I find my love....I will share with him...we shall pose upon life over that gracious botltle of wine,vodka, or the equivalent-sharing a cigarette along the way.
The contrived actions and gossip of farce,need not be mentioned to me upon this writing-for obsession is great and lengthy-for I am what I am.Some day the ground will swallow me up,and I'll be plugged with formaldahide,and the worms will devour my precious skin.
But at least I'll have this.A drunk memory, a willingness to forgive the unforgiven,A bout with loneliness, and a will to find a forgotten-never love
who plucks the seagull as I do.And he'll have a drink in his hand the whole time.


allison Vigh(-Listening to Big Head Todd and The Monsters....Riviera.
Thinking of the pearl jam shows coming up..meeting groove and you guys...
and Being a performer the whole time doing it.And loving this lonely time!!!!!!)

trappedinmyradio

i'm not really sure what to say - thanks for sharing that...

Ali

trappedinmyradio wrote:

i'm not really sure what to say - thanks for sharing that...

Come on trappped...I 'm drunk!

trappedinmyradio

Ali wrote:

Come on trappped...I 'm drunk!

what do you want me to say?

Ali

trappedinmyradio wrote:

what do you want me to say?

Say youre holding out on me and youre packing heat!!!!!!
Well...good heat!!!!!;);););););)

trappedinmyradio

Ali wrote:

Say youre holding out on me and youre packing heat!!!!!!
Well...good heat!!!!!;);););););)

nah - i just really don't know what i have to say about it at this point

Ali

trappedinmyradio wrote:

nah - i just really don't know what i have to say about it at this point

Come on!What do you think about drinking alone?What goes through your head?

Ali

Ali wrote:

Come on!What do you think about drinking alone?What goes through your head?

Rambleon..in the immortal words of Led Zep!

velvet I site

not to seem like i'm kissing your ass here tonight, you're just typing easy things to respond to.. in a good way that is..

i thought it was pure and thus beautiful, and i wish now i was still reading, and it was still going, and after 35 pages that there were still 43 left, and not once did the tone or voice alter, because the whole thing felt more real than all the blue-skies over earth.

Ali

velvet I site wrote:

not to seem like i'm kissing your ass here tonight, you're just typing easy things to respond to.. in a good way that is..

i thought it was pure and thus beautiful, and i wish now i was still reading, and it was still going, and after 35 pages that there were still 43 left, and not once did the tone or voice alter, because the whole thing felt more real than all the blue-skies over earth.

Well...velvet I...Youre not kissing ass.I'm an O-kay writer.I suppose.
But I write from the heart.I mean everything i say.I'm a real person,and thats how I believe real people should write.I have a drink sitting on my left leg.I have to drink it.

Ali

Ali wrote:

Well...velvet I...Youre not kissing ass.I'm an O-kay writer.I suppose.
But I write from the heart.I mean everything i say.I'm a real person,and thats how I believe real people should write.I have a drink sitting on my left leg.I have to drink it.

But Thank you.(This ones for you eddie vedder)and the crew.and velvet one!!!!!!!:)

grooveamatic

That's pretty good drunk writing. I know how hard it can be--and that's pretty good.

I miss you!!!!

Ali

grooveamatic wrote:

That's pretty good drunk writing. I know how hard it can be--and that's pretty good.

I miss you!!!!

I'd like to thank you, Groove, in anticipation of meeting you on the Oct 3rd show!!!!!!!!!
L:ove-
allison:)