non sequitur (bridge to nowhere)

ISN

well, shouldn't you know,
I mean who would know?

Doctor Octopus - Spiderman 2

follow your dreams
to nowhere
die - become nothing
be.....be......be
why? why live?
why strive for the sake of striving
strive to be something
to be someone
someone different
ah, yes,
someone unique.....
the survival of the fittest
it's not about the destination
it's about the journey they said
noone can help you but yourself.....
I want to be....
slowly.....I want to be slowly
mellow mornings
hello? is anybody out there?
we're free (right!!)
who's free?
get up....go to work
who's free?
free to die
I want to be me....
who am I?
the illusion of truth
the delusion of freedom
the conspiracy
(I know)
the quest for meaning
and the perfect mind/body/soul/heart
the perfect day
that perfect day....
the seclusion of religion
I'm here with my God
right now....
right here and now.....
the delusion of freedom.....
children laughing
oh, a double-edged sword....
playing with matches
matchmaker make me a dream
catch me asleep
and make me a dreamcatcher
a sleepwalking fast-talking
living doll.....full of fuss and fury
and frenzied pain
I'll say it again
I'm free!!!
I don't care....
I'm going nowhere
fast.....slow down
nowhere can wait
I want to be you
I want to eat my baby
I want him
not now, but maybe
I want every real feeling
to be true
I want to be with you
I want tomorrow today
come home, baby
I said to the soldier
he never came home!!!!
come home baby
I said......where is home?
home is where?
it's where I came from....
I'm still here where I came from
where have I been?
I've been nowhere
I want more
more nothing
and everything....
more time....
timeless.....
that's what I want

Lazy Line Painter Jane
Belle and Sebastian

You work in the village shop
Putting a poster up
Dreaming of anything
Dreaming of the time when you are free from all the trouble you’re in

In the mud, on your knees
Trying hard not to please
Anyone, all the time
Being a rebel’s fine
But you go all the way to being brutal

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
On the first bus out of town
On the first bus out of town

So let’s see your kit for games
All the girls look the same
You are challenging styles for running miles
You’re running miles in some boy's jumper

Boo to the business world!
You know a girl who’s tax free on her back and making
Plenty cash
While you are working for the joy of giving

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
On the last bus out of town
On the last bus out of town

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a girl tonight
And you hope that they will see
And you hope that they will see

You are in two minds
Tossing a coin to decide whether you should tell your folks
About a dose of thrush you got when licking railings

But you read in a book
That you got free in Boots
There are lotions, there are potions
You can take to hide your shame from all those prying eyes

Lazy Jane, all the time
Painting lines
You are sleeping at bus stops
Wondering how you got your name
And what you’re going to do about it

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
On the last bus out of town
On the last bus out of town

You will have a boy tonight
Maybe you will have a girl tonight
And you hope that they will see
Yeah, you hope that they will see....

Being Enlightened

Very cool, ISN. :cool: This is one of those I could read over and over and not get sick of reading it over and over. It's depressing but it points out so many truths of the day to day existence. I like that you tied it in to the Belle and Sebastian lyrics as well.

ISN

tanks!!! Being.....ya know what.....it's not depressing.....there is some great spirit of hope behind this poem......and if it wasn't expressed.......then that's my fault.......I'm am being completely frivolous tonight (for a change)........but I think you have to look into the mirror of what I said......(if that's not too strange).......it's a hopeful poem......(I just realised Paint it Black by the Rolling Stones is my favourite song at the moment.......and you know what - that's hope right there......because it's music......and truth - I'm such an arse......Being if we ever meet, I'd like you to say 'ah, so you're the fukkin arse!!!' - but you don't have to )

Being Enlightened

You know, ISN, you're right! You have to face the gloom to see the light. Maybe it's because I've been questionning the purpose of my existence a little too much lately that I'm seeing the darker side in your poem. BUT, I will see the light and so, yes, I can now read it and see it as hopeful.

Mmmmmm, PAINT IT BLACK YOU DEVILS!!!!! Great tune! I think my ultimate favorite Stones tune is Undercover but I can put on just about any album and be groovin' right along.

Oh wha tan ah siam!

Okay, I'll say it but I'll do it with a bigass grin on my face and then give ya a big hug!

ISN

me too.......I'd hug ya so tight that even the FEMA couldn't rescue ya....!!!!! heeheeheeh......talk about preaching to the converted.......I like Texas salad.....in sandwiches.......COS......it jus tasted better.......did ya know.....America is the best smelling country I ever experienced........you guys jus smell better!!!!! I will endeavour to be true to myself by speaking the truth.......and Being.....you're so cool......and America smells really good......and cycling to my school in Dublin gave me a thrill....ya know it's all perception

Being Enlightened

But, I AM CANADIAN! I've never had Texas salad but I've travelled to many a state, just not Texas. *sniffs under her arms* I don't smell too bad today though.

{{{{ISN}}}}

ISN

ah, I love the smell of napalm in the morning.....ya know Being.....you're the best thing that happened to me (in female terms)........cos ya know....yeah.....well, I guess this could go on and on....but suffice to say......that ya gotta get another job, girl!!!! I want you to be happy.....more than I care two farthings about anyone else.......my keyboard has declared mutiny on me!!!!!! get another job......be happy.....@!!!!!! it's hard but it's worth it.......plus.......a little babby would make you a woman beyond reach!!!! you will practically be divine Being when ya have a babby!!!! (I know)

Being Enlightened

ISN wrote:

ah, I love the smell of napalm in the morning.....ya know Being.....you're the best thing that happened to me (in female terms)........cos ya know....yeah.....well, I guess this could go on and on....but suffice to say......that ya gotta get another job, girl!!!! I want you to be happy.....more than I care two farthings about anyone else.......my keyboard has declared mutiny on me!!!!!! get another job......be happy.....@!!!!!! it's hard but it's worth it.......plus.......a little babby would make you a woman beyond reach!!!! you will practically be divine Being when ya have a babby!!!! (I know)

LOL! I love the smell of toast, toasting in the morning but the napalm comes in a close second.

I am SO trying to get another job. I've actually been lucky the past wee while because I'm getting to do paperwork instead of taking calls so, I have been happier about the work day as of late. Plus, the grapevine says that I may be hand picked to do a project for my old boss (who I really like) so, that would mean I'd not have to wear the goddamn ball and chain (the headset) anymore and that'd rock!

I try to be positive and that helps. I mostly only get down about the job so, at least that's something that can be easily fixed as it's just a job. And hey, it IS fun to daydream about storming out and telling them to go fuck themselves! I will find something more me soon.

Oh, maybe one day there'll be a little me running around...:eek:

Thank you for caring, ISN, it means a lot to me. You're a sweetie!

ISN

that just goes to show that your talents are wasted.....I fully expect you to DO SOMETHING soon......and I know you will.......you're not cut out for this mundane kind of existence.......you need to be calling the shots somewhere.....screw those fukkin bunch of losers....!!!!! I really hope you just keep expecting better things......(and ya know, when you expect them, they happen).......get outta that rat-race.......look at me......I did......and I'm a loony.....madder than the worst hatter......and I'm happy......and everything's great.......I don't want you to be writing nostalgic poems about nature......I want you to be free......honey.....:) I'm sorry for waxing so lyrical......but you, me, the birds the bees......that's MY business.....!!!!!

Being Enlightened

"Uh! ya too rude!
Uh! eh! what a rat race!
Oh, what a rat race!
Oh, what a rat race!
Oh, what a rat race!
This is the rat race! rat race! (rat race!)

Some a lawful, some a bastard, some a jacket:
Oh, what a rat race, yeah! rat race!

Some a gorgon-a, some a hooligan-a, some a guine-gog-a
In this 'ere rat race, yeah!
Rat race!
I'm singin' that
When the cat's away,
The mice will play.
Political voilence fill ya city, ye-ah!
Don't involve rasta in your say say;
Rasta don't work for no c.i.a.
Rat race, rat race, rat race! rat race, i'm sayin':
When you think is peace and safety:
A sudden destruction.
Collective security for surety, ye-ah!

Don't forget your history;
Know your destiny:
In the abundance of water,
The fool is thirsty.
Rat race, rat race, rat race!

Rat race!
Oh, it's a disgrace
To see the human-race
In a rat race, rat race!
You got the horse race;
You got the dog race;
You got the human-race;
But this is a rat race, rat race!"


I will keep on trying and thanks for having faith in me! Me a hate da rat race, chile, an' I no be gonna playin' it 'til da day I die! I don't think you're looney, you're just eccentric and there ain't nuthin' wrong with that, my dear.

ISN

you're jus my girly girly.......you make me smile.....you never make me frown.....you could be declared Queen of Sweden......and I'd still vote for you.......you're jus my girly girly......twirly twirly.......good thing......cheese snack......you're my surprise in the knapsack........you're my twist of fate......my end to hate....you're a real treat.....and a shocking example of love on the rampage......you're my page boy at my wedding.....my snake shedding.....my sheep-shearing love of Australia.......you're my 'she never could fail ya' reliable girl.......you're a rock of ages.....you're Being.....and that would be enough for anyone!!!!

Being Enlightened

LOL! A cheesy snack in your knapsack, that's me!!!!

*spins, twirls, whirls and pirrouettes (sp! )--dances on tippy toes and boy, are they tippy--oops!--falls down, gets back up and leaps, holding ISN's hand, into a brand new sun shiney day*

You are too kind!

depopulationINC

ISN wrote:

.....it's not depressing.....there is some great spirit of hope behind this poem.....

totaly. Amazing poem ISN. I will be reading this a few times over.

ISN

ta so much Depop......I'm glad it pleased you......hey, that's right

Ali

Good couple of poems ISN...HOW LONG!Yet interesting.

and ,yes,men are from mars,women are from venus.
Somebody bought me that book once.......:)

ISN

thanks Ali, (the second one is lyrics of a song - not by me)......I wrote the first one.......thanks, gracias.....mucho smoochoes....to you

Ali

Right back at cha babe:)

(GOD----I L O V E BIg Head Todd And The Monsters, RIVIERA.What a kick ass album:))