Wherever there are scars and cuts,
there lies a piece of me inside.
Wherever cries for attention are ignored,
I hear but can't do a thing.
Whenever we are apart and angry,
I'm happy just to stay together.
Whenever I can't take the hunger,
I feed my face with angst.
Whoever told you I was here,
was just a part of me escaped.
Whoever went for broke and jumped,
was only me falling off the edge.
When I hit the fucking bottom,
whoever saves me deserves to die.
How will I ever learn the ropes?
Sometimes can't find my face.
Whoever thinks I can handle this,
you don't think worth a shit.
Where will I end up when I live?
When will I live where I end up?
Who can practice what they preach,
when they preach to hear themselves speak?
Why must I ask all these questions?
When will I find all the answers?
Where will I go when I get home?
John Cafferkey's red tractor, streaked with gold
mane mud, beats the greeny boreen like a stick
upon a bodhran, and it rattles old
rhythms with its wheels, blur spinning, thick
with tumbling jumps and yelps from Rex the dog
who loves the chase of rubber on the road
of irises and orchids by the bog
of black Doona, deep rushing, heather broad.
And I laugh, in the tractor bucket, rust
reddening my hands that hold the edge
of my groundbanging shuttle pounding dust
and shuddering in tune as we hit hedge
upon big hedge on taking corners. How
the music of my land is made, here, now.
the music of this land is everywhere
it's in grafton street and stephen's square
it's in the soles of my feet and pushes me
it's in the plushy soft bog and the hare hanging in the shed
bleeding (not speeding), the smell of shit in Monaghan
the purple and the brown and green of Donegal
the sheen on the farmer's head and his broad teeth
it's in the queer fear that grips you when you go home
and know there is no home now
it's in the soles of my feet and it takes me everywhere
it lands me level where I stand
and makes me want to dance
my son has it in his soul
and in his eyes - it can't be disguised
I hear it in my heart
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
Originally posted by ISN the music of this land is everywhere
it's in grafton street and stephen's square
it's in the soles of my feet and pushes me
it's in the plushy soft bog and the hare hanging in the shed
bleeding (not speeding), the smell of shit in Monaghan
the purple and the brown and green of Donegal
the sheen on the farmer's head and his broad teeth
it's in the queer fear that grips you when you go home
and know there is no home now
it's in the soles of my feet and it takes me everywhere
it lands me level where I stand
and makes me want to dance
my son has it in his soul
and in his eyes - it can't be disguised
I hear it in my heart
Originally posted by ISN the music of this land is everywhere
it's in grafton street and stephen's square
it's in the soles of my feet and pushes me
it's in the plushy soft bog and the hare hanging in the shed
bleeding (not speeding), the smell of shit in Monaghan
the purple and the brown and green of Donegal
the sheen on the farmer's head and his broad teeth
it's in the queer fear that grips you when you go home
and know there is no home now
it's in the soles of my feet and it takes me everywhere
it lands me level where I stand
and makes me want to dance
my son has it in his soul
and in his eyes - it can't be disguised
I hear it in my heart
Wow, beautiful interpretation. It feels like I traveled through Ireland in a minute, but came away with the important aspects rather than the glamor.
I like the way you think.
Liberal Douchebags that Blame Bush for Everything are Useless Pieces of Trash. I Shit on You.
This thread is awesome.. the poetry here blows me away.. i will contribute whenever i feel it, but you jammers are the best!!
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
Then he asked,
"Is 'me' merely
an objective personal pronoun
relating to the 'I'
or is it imbued with different meanings
of social and individual ontology?"
Then he asked,
"What are the meanings of 'social'?
What are the meanings of 'individual'?
What are the meanings of 'ontology'?"
Then,
"What is meaning?"
And,
"Is 'meaning' different from 'meanings'? How?"
And then,
"How can language reflect meaning or meanings?"
And then, then,
"What is language?"
But then still,
"What is a question,
if not language,
which may
or may not
reflect meaning,
or meanings,
which we must question
the meaning or meanings of?"
I promise I'll be good no drama
I'll behave well what do ya say?
This is all for you. Be cool.
I know we both "secretly" miss Seta
(shhh we do.)
And it's like living with only one shoe.
Oh shit and I'm the cat who pooed
So this is how the magic begins?
Haha ha!
You are a handsome man aren't you?
Only handsome men want to shave
in the sun when they are perfected.
Tell me, what are FinsburyParkCarrots
other than good for your eyes?
And tell me the deep spiritual meaning
behind food.
It's raining you
must be right at home.
Haven't a good quote for ya I'm usually
prepared with a quote but all I've got
is the theme to Indiana Jones the one
where the ball keeps rolling...
Yeah that one...
Write a happy ending Fins.
Out of intuition prespire higher.
Zippity do da it wouldn't surprise me
if coke bottles fell out of the sky.
That same question What is language
was recently asked here too
I agreed with my peer
to teach the teacher
a thing or two.
Thank you for that. Yes, AmaT, be good.
And thank you for the "handsome" bit. I am,
I'm told, by my fair lady J, food
for feasting eyes of love. I clam
quite tightly at a tendency to brag
"It's true of course, I'm really quite a fella",
so I'll not boast. Let other tongues go wag
about the face behind the black umbrella
that mystery has opened on the skies
of raining curiosity, packed with sighs
that pour down on a moment's thought full throttle ...
every drop shaped like your cola bottle.
Originally posted by Amaterasu I promise I'll be good no drama
I'll behave well what do ya say?
This is all for you. Be cool.
I know we both "secretly" miss Seta
(shhh we do.)
And it's like living with only one shoe.
Oh shit and I'm the cat who pooed
So this is how the magic begins?
Haha ha!
You are a handsome man aren't you?
Only handsome men want to shave
in the sun when they perfected.
Tell me, what are FinsburyParkCarrots
other than good for your eyes?
And tell me the deep spiritual meaning
behind food.
It's raining you
must be right at home.
Haven't a good quote for ya I'm usually
prepared with a quote but all I've got
is the theme to Indiana Jones the one
where the ball keeps rolling...
Yeah that one...
Write a happy ending Fins.
Out of intuition prespire higher.
Zippity do da it wouldn't surprise me
if coke bottles fell out of the sky.
That same question What is language
was recently asked here too
I agreed with my peer
to teach the teacher
a thing or two.
nice tribute...this thread just never ceases to wow me.
BTW, Finsbury...I really liked 'Eh,What?'...what is AMT?
Originally posted by Amaterasu Glad you are Still Here
and
w
o
w
thats all.
thanks. I think...
crescent shaped hearts love no-one, empty like a stone and hollow in my bones, I'm all alone, freaking out on fucking lies I see, everyone finds themselves inside, got no alibi, in a hole, going down, coming to the calls heard by only one, rusty edges fly around, by the way, youth deprived, soul survived, went with the time, ticking away...
You sip weak tea to breakfast news and hear
the radio presenter in his smug
estuary drawl, faux-insincere,
cod-test the politician. "I'm no mug,
There's prozac in the water, in our tea,
and flouride too." The politician groans,
"What you people always fail to see
when hurling words like airy sticks and stones
is that we understand the stats; we've got
the finest brains all on the job; we know
what's best in this case. Accusation's rot."
The interviewer coughs. There's silence now.
This water's kicking in, I'm in concord
with one more lie, another cup of fraud.
the mayor is a major ass,
the chief's seen better light,
so much blood spilt in the grass,
it happened over night,
none had seen the brutal mess,
freedom's come and gone,
heisted in a truck, no less,
chained locked, and it is done,
the mayor's wife has run away,
it's known the chief is missing,
some children saw them yesterday,
it's rumoured they were kissing,
and what of freedom's prison,
is there nothing more to this,
freedom's not for everyone,
unless you steal a kiss...
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
A bobbing crown, an open bill,
a breast of rising blue;
Coverts open, poised and still
for perch stretch, and a true
new song, made to calling tides
Heard far beyond the land:
Within a word a bird resides
Held in the reader's hand.
From the core, liquid rich iron flows
the inner moon-size heart generates
magnetic energy
humanity cradled
we begin our red-fire molten birth
the Centaur spear pierces earth’s center
202 flames erupt!
Glorified white light
rains down pure ethos beauty
land alights
embers develop
multi-colored dimensional understandings
Salt of the human tear
becoming oceans of connections
whispers of oral traditions
breatheing intimate insight
of civilizations’ perpetual soul.
Zeus climbs atop of the Acropolis
and roars to
four
billion
viewers
across continents
Agamemnon and Achilles time` swords rest
And here
In the gathering under one roof,
One vision
parades in dignity of human triumph
entrusted to keep mankind’s fire dances alive
in unified competition of the one world.
Children come! Voices raised curious to hear,
attracted to the brilliant beauty of the single torch
igniting their hopes to carry on honored traditions.
'..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots
Comments
there lies a piece of me inside.
Wherever cries for attention are ignored,
I hear but can't do a thing.
Whenever we are apart and angry,
I'm happy just to stay together.
Whenever I can't take the hunger,
I feed my face with angst.
Whoever told you I was here,
was just a part of me escaped.
Whoever went for broke and jumped,
was only me falling off the edge.
When I hit the fucking bottom,
whoever saves me deserves to die.
How will I ever learn the ropes?
Sometimes can't find my face.
Whoever thinks I can handle this,
you don't think worth a shit.
Where will I end up when I live?
When will I live where I end up?
Who can practice what they preach,
when they preach to hear themselves speak?
Why must I ask all these questions?
When will I find all the answers?
Where will I go when I get home?
EV: Honolulu-4/21 & 4/22/07 [Kokua]. Detroit-6/26/11.
Thanks for the comments on this thread, by the way!
the music of this land is everywhere
it's in grafton street and stephen's square
it's in the soles of my feet and pushes me
it's in the plushy soft bog and the hare hanging in the shed
bleeding (not speeding), the smell of shit in Monaghan
the purple and the brown and green of Donegal
the sheen on the farmer's head and his broad teeth
it's in the queer fear that grips you when you go home
and know there is no home now
it's in the soles of my feet and it takes me everywhere
it lands me level where I stand
and makes me want to dance
my son has it in his soul
and in his eyes - it can't be disguised
I hear it in my heart
EV: Honolulu-4/21 & 4/22/07 [Kokua]. Detroit-6/26/11.
(thanks....btw.....:) )
Ah, you know how it is.
Wow, beautiful interpretation. It feels like I traveled through Ireland in a minute, but came away with the important aspects rather than the glamor.
I like the way you think.
in steeping arching stone;
A candle shadow flies:
Three tongues in one.
And when the echo falls
Below the window light
Will pity greet the calls
enflamed in flight?
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
Then he asked,
"Am I me?"
Then he asked,
"What is an 'I'?"
Then he asked,
"What is a 'me'?"
Then he asked,
"Is 'me' merely
an objective personal pronoun
relating to the 'I'
or is it imbued with different meanings
of social and individual ontology?"
Then he asked,
"What are the meanings of 'social'?
What are the meanings of 'individual'?
What are the meanings of 'ontology'?"
Then,
"What is meaning?"
And,
"Is 'meaning' different from 'meanings'? How?"
And then,
"How can language reflect meaning or meanings?"
And then, then,
"What is language?"
But then still,
"What is a question,
if not language,
which may
or may not
reflect meaning,
or meanings,
which we must question
the meaning or meanings of?"
Then, then, then,
"What is 'why'?"
And then,
"What is 'how'?"
After which,
"What is 'what'?"
To which some bright spark replied,
"Eh?
What?"
You made a word bomb
with no clock that went tick
nor a dynamite stick
Just some hateful aplomb
That blew wrong
Folly all along
Folderol, the word bomber song.
I'll behave well what do ya say?
This is all for you. Be cool.
I know we both "secretly" miss Seta
(shhh we do.)
And it's like living with only one shoe.
Oh shit and I'm the cat who pooed
So this is how the magic begins?
Haha ha!
You are a handsome man aren't you?
Only handsome men want to shave
in the sun when they are perfected.
Tell me, what are FinsburyParkCarrots
other than good for your eyes?
And tell me the deep spiritual meaning
behind food.
It's raining you
must be right at home.
Haven't a good quote for ya I'm usually
prepared with a quote but all I've got
is the theme to Indiana Jones the one
where the ball keeps rolling...
Yeah that one...
Write a happy ending Fins.
Out of intuition prespire higher.
Zippity do da it wouldn't surprise me
if coke bottles fell out of the sky.
That same question What is language
was recently asked here too
I agreed with my peer
to teach the teacher
a thing or two.
And thank you for the "handsome" bit. I am,
I'm told, by my fair lady J, food
for feasting eyes of love. I clam
quite tightly at a tendency to brag
"It's true of course, I'm really quite a fella",
so I'll not boast. Let other tongues go wag
about the face behind the black umbrella
that mystery has opened on the skies
of raining curiosity, packed with sighs
that pour down on a moment's thought full throttle ...
every drop shaped like your cola bottle.
nice tribute...this thread just never ceases to wow me.
BTW, Finsbury...I really liked 'Eh,What?'...what is AMT?
EV: Honolulu-4/21 & 4/22/07 [Kokua]. Detroit-6/26/11.
thanks.
EV: Honolulu-4/21 & 4/22/07 [Kokua]. Detroit-6/26/11.
and
w
o
w
thats all.
thanks. I think...
crescent shaped hearts love no-one, empty like a stone and hollow in my bones, I'm all alone, freaking out on fucking lies I see, everyone finds themselves inside, got no alibi, in a hole, going down, coming to the calls heard by only one, rusty edges fly around, by the way, youth deprived, soul survived, went with the time, ticking away...
EV: Honolulu-4/21 & 4/22/07 [Kokua]. Detroit-6/26/11.
the radio presenter in his smug
estuary drawl, faux-insincere,
cod-test the politician. "I'm no mug,
There's prozac in the water, in our tea,
and flouride too." The politician groans,
"What you people always fail to see
when hurling words like airy sticks and stones
is that we understand the stats; we've got
the finest brains all on the job; we know
what's best in this case. Accusation's rot."
The interviewer coughs. There's silence now.
This water's kicking in, I'm in concord
with one more lie, another cup of fraud.
Now they're shouting doubt,
Making out we're busted:
How'd we vote them out?"
the chief's seen better light,
so much blood spilt in the grass,
it happened over night,
none had seen the brutal mess,
freedom's come and gone,
heisted in a truck, no less,
chained locked, and it is done,
the mayor's wife has run away,
it's known the chief is missing,
some children saw them yesterday,
it's rumoured they were kissing,
and what of freedom's prison,
is there nothing more to this,
freedom's not for everyone,
unless you steal a kiss...
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
finsbury...you are my new favorite poet. right behind ed vedder...
EV: Honolulu-4/21 & 4/22/07 [Kokua]. Detroit-6/26/11.
a breast of rising blue;
Coverts open, poised and still
for perch stretch, and a true
new song, made to calling tides
Heard far beyond the land:
Within a word a bird resides
Held in the reader's hand.
the inner moon-size heart generates
magnetic energy
humanity cradled
we begin our red-fire molten birth
the Centaur spear pierces earth’s center
202 flames erupt!
Glorified white light
rains down pure ethos beauty
land alights
embers develop
multi-colored dimensional understandings
Salt of the human tear
becoming oceans of connections
whispers of oral traditions
breatheing intimate insight
of civilizations’ perpetual soul.
Zeus climbs atop of the Acropolis
and roars to
four
billion
viewers
across continents
Agamemnon and Achilles time` swords rest
And here
In the gathering under one roof,
One vision
parades in dignity of human triumph
entrusted to keep mankind’s fire dances alive
in unified competition of the one world.
Children come! Voices raised curious to hear,
attracted to the brilliant beauty of the single torch
igniting their hopes to carry on honored traditions.
EV: Honolulu-4/21 & 4/22/07 [Kokua]. Detroit-6/26/11.
Back to a safe beating, if that's how you're voting.
EV: Honolulu-4/21 & 4/22/07 [Kokua]. Detroit-6/26/11.