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ISN
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I've decided to group my efforts together in one thread.....heheheheheheeh....this one......in case anyone was wondering......
so a simple one to start the ball rolling.....
tonight is perfect
much as many things are without seeming so
looking for things to make us feel whole
half suits me
I saw the moon this afternoon
walking home from the shops
I was dressed in red and black
dressed top to toe in black and red
and there in the sky a perfect half
moon hung....so familiar
and watching over me
from now on everything must be halves
like orange halves at hockey
I want everything to be perfectly
halved
I want to be half whole
and wholly half.....my child is my second half
and my round belly attests this
his round cheeks are four with mine
and our big eyes.....are mirrored in each other
I'm half way to heaven
and the rest of the way is downhill
so a simple one to start the ball rolling.....
tonight is perfect
much as many things are without seeming so
looking for things to make us feel whole
half suits me
I saw the moon this afternoon
walking home from the shops
I was dressed in red and black
dressed top to toe in black and red
and there in the sky a perfect half
moon hung....so familiar
and watching over me
from now on everything must be halves
like orange halves at hockey
I want everything to be perfectly
halved
I want to be half whole
and wholly half.....my child is my second half
and my round belly attests this
his round cheeks are four with mine
and our big eyes.....are mirrored in each other
I'm half way to heaven
and the rest of the way is downhill
....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......
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"his round cheeks are four with mine
and our big eyes.....are mirrored in each other
I'm half way to heaven
and the rest of the way is downhill"
I'm wholly impressed but chose this half as my favorite portion of the whole but that's not to say that I'm half impressed by the whole, it's just this half really made the whole thing shine!
Lovely, ISN!
Am stunned by these verses... Well done, Weeeell Done!
was bout time!
really nice writting
this poem took my breath away
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
(it has a little tail)
wherever I've been
and wherever I've went
the Q's there without fail
I often think Q's quick to write
but linger on its roundness
of all the letters, I have found,
for Q I have a fondness
if you put u after Q
and add an I and et
the simple Q becomes a word
and the word is Quiet
what a lovely word!!!!!!
and burn myself alive
I want to swim in trash
and cut my fingers five
away...and throw them on a pile
I want to die and while
I'm dying scream
that this is NOT a dream
this is real life
I want to quiet the tornado
and throw mucous on the pile
of broken fuk that is my self
I want to die and scream
that this is NOT a dream
or a nightmare
this is where I learn how to die
odelay....why this?
why....do I get spat on...
treated with disdain
I would fain die with all the martyrs
again and again
I'm so sick of all the thick wide derision
my vision is to die
let me die
I can't go on
I live in Sydney now!!!
I'm okay
I want to sway to sounds of Death
and Death come easy and come quick
I'm sick of all the thick wide derision
I had a vision of hell
I want to swell on the waves on the tide on the sea of Death
and stick it to them
I'm sick of sickness
and of sadness
and of life
I want an end to my misfortune
and if it is opportune, God, let me die
are rightly alligned
if your nose is out of place
then, my friend, you will find
that Moses knowses where the roses
grow among teh reeds....
cos Moses shows us
in 'teh book of Noses'...
apocryphal but kind
of close to truth
but the closest truth
that you'll perceive
is that Moses' nose is
very crooked
but being a prophet
he would scoff at
anything profane
(like snot....aha!!!!!)
so Moses shows us....
in 'teh book of Noses'....
the mystery and the myth
of snooters.....
whilst dispelling many
misconceptions about the fate of the Jewish people
WHO ALL HAVE BIG NOSES.....
(according to Moses)
To understand the answer to the meaning of life, you will need to have a foundation in madness. Madness is the antithesis of meaning. Henceforth, when you are mad, you are searching for meaning in chaos – madness is an extreme disassociation with reality in a bad way. For those of you who have too much reality for your own liking, try unreality – it will concentrate your minds. In my quest to find the solution to madness and unreality, I decided tonight to accept that reality is bona fide. This is a big leap of faith for a schizophrenic, but something which normal people apparently accept without question. Following on from this decision, if the world is as it seems, then I can accept the little anomalies of madness as blips. This led me to consider that acceptance brings with it relief, and an awareness of feeling happy. (Or is it the other way round; ie. I’m happy, so I can accept the anomalies of madness). Nonetheless, it has come to my attention that as soon as I started believing I was happy, then, in fact, I am happy. I can be happy not knowing the answers to the great philosophical questions of reality and being, because being happy is the answer. I emphasize the word BEING.
It’s cumulative for me; a learning process. I asked myself what was making me sad, and I eliminated those things. I asked myself what was I lacking, and I added them. This was done through sheer will-power in the face of extraordinary obstacles. My fears have never manifested themselves – hence the quote from Shakespeare (if I’m correct); present fears are *less* than horrible imaginings. Maybe I’m fermenting and this is part of the process, but if you understand what I have just written, you will find that the meaning of life is a process of being happy. (Does this make sense?)
(*money doesn’t hurt)
he was the owner of a very big fluffy doggie....
then he saw his father towering over him
and his smiles increased
my son looked in my eye and laughed
he'd learnt the word for birdie....
which was 'baddam'.....
he heard a noise.....
I said.....'that's dada'.....
my son looked in my eye and laughed
I'd called him silly billy
amused, he lay back on his elbows....
his father heard him laughing....
(and smiled)....
my son looked in my eye and laughed
his mother is positively raving
he thinks it's funny....(she slaps her thighs)...
we need his father to keep us straight....
don't think about the cold or lack of sun
just make ye snowballs and prepare to fight
with carrots on your noses....
and frosty pink posies
and ooooopppps we all fall down
but think it is december oh what fun
the knitting season's over....all is done
the roasting of the turkey went quite well...
and so did all the toasting
and the hell!!!! of seeing granny
like lazarus....it is december
oh, lucky us....
we went to midnight mass....
walked up the hill...
the presents all were tumbled
willy-nill
beneath the tree
a conifer from Spain!!!!
but think, it is december once again....
december comes and puddings are alight
december comes and all siblings must fight
december comes it makes me feel so good
I wish december would and should and could
make everyone's little hopes
come true....and dreams of december
make you happy too!!!!
xo
a feeling of content and constant bliss
a certainty of riches of the heart
and no more shall we part
crucified through waves of blood I see
that I am nothing and that he is he
and as I rest assured of peace and part
of him....no more shall we part
and no more shall we part
not now....but now is it
it is all now....the present
is the thing
I sing for life and all through life I sing
no more shall we part
it isn't easy to be paranoid
you have to be a categorist
you put strange coincidences in categories
and assemble them like lego
you fit together a jigsaw of
disparate pieces
and all the time
scared out of your brain
tell yourself it's not real
then there's delusions
similar to paranoia
somebody says something
you latch onto it
you read something somewhere
or hear a song
it sounds like your life -
they're watching you!!!!!
oh the fear
your imagination takes you to
scenes of mutilation and torture
with satanists following you
and you find that yes, you are the
whore of Babylon
or Israel himself
and all the little details match
you spend a lot of time
figuring out what's 'really going on'...
you saw them there...
and they followed you....
you overheard somebody
trying to catch what they said
now you wear your headphones
the bushes said 'yes'
when you worried about self-esteem
and you peered into their verdant trap
you dream of vampires
you're slightly prescient
you know that you cause accidents
to people you don't like
it's not your fault - you're mad
psychosis is a teacher
it teaches you to be afraid
you are buffeted and tossed
on waves
psychosis is a leach
it steals your vitality
you are immortal
and you are always going to suffer
because you are crazy
you're not lazy
you get sad
and can't do anything
cos you're crying
you suffer more than anyone
so you must be close to God
you've been to Hell
(pretty bad place)
you don't know why you ended up being
mad - it's not fair
but you're so scared
it scares you....
psychosis is a break from life
it's death
it's torture
and you remember
but you live
cos you have strength
and that's why
they're after you
waiting for the lotto
and then I didn't win