The beauty of imperfection and other tranquil things

depopulationINC

Being Enlightened wrote:

And I'll take some Psilocin with that, please. Hee Hee!

Nice...
I came up with it while attempting to write a book...yeah I said it...a book. A really short book...but still a book...It's about a squirrel...its mom gets eaten when it is young, and it does not learn to properly forage for itself after that...it gets fairly strange from there.

justam

depopulationINC wrote:

Nice...
I came up with it while attempting to write a book...yeah I said it...a book. A really short book...but still a book...It's about a squirrel...its mom gets eaten when it is young, and it does not learn to properly forage for itself after that...it gets fairly strange from there.

Did you ever read the B. Potter book Squirrel Nutkin? I found it quite funny and interesting while reading it to my sons. The squirrel in that has a developmental disorder.

depopulationINC

hmmm

I shall have to indulge in that

depopulationINC

I am not too sure what has been influencing me of late...mehh...


There was a time
way back when
we we were all drunk and ornery
and a little bit stoned
and a little bit stoned
and a little bit stoned
and when the time did come
when we had to rise
it wasn't pretty
with the room a muck
and there was an image staring right there
and I stared right back
well it didn't move
and I stared it back
played monkey do as monkey see
what a frightful image
what a frightful image
what a frightful image
that I'd seen

and I drank that drink
and I want that back
well I drank that drink
Is this hell or heaven
Is this hell or heaven

Oh my god is this heaven
Oh my god is this my heaven
Oh my god is this heaven
Oh my god is this my heaven

well I just don't know
well I just don't know
well I just don't know
and I guess that shows
and I guess that shows

Is this hell or heaven
Is this hell or heaven
well I drank that drink
Is this hell or heaven
well it goes to show
as again we go

Oh my god is this heaven
Oh my god is this heaven
Oh my god is this my heaven
Oh my god is this my heaven

Buru

depopulationINC wrote:

Outright


Every time I reach inside to feel
Grab a piece of something wrong
Never seems to come out right
Every time I reach inside to feel
Take a little more time to search
Maybe next time it will all come out all right

Sometimes it seems I search to long
Never find a place where I can rest
Never find a place where I belong

Well when you look at me in my eyes
Can you see the things I do
Or do I stand alone again tonight

All I really need to know
There’s truth out there
Or so I’ve often been told
You can stumble upon it
Right there in the middle of the night
Creeps up upon you
But will I turn my back
And walk away in fright

Change often comes
But not to those who wait
I bid my time
Waiting for it to be just right
Joy may be what it brings
But I fear it will consume with fright

ooOo liked this one

Change often comes
But not to those who wait

---

> good line!

And I understand the searching...

depopulationINC

Buru wrote:

ooOo liked this one

Change often comes
But not to those who wait

---

> good line!

And I understand the searching...

why thank you

depopulationINC

With the creeps not progressing forward
cowering withing shadows
comforting
Staring up to ivory towers
to heights that you have been
settling back in times of contentment
watch the unfolding
a conforming

Shocking
the ways the mind becomes betraying
shaping with every sin
to a point of disillusion
keeps our spirit bound within
A bout with no conquestor
leaves you numb inside
shriveling to where it all begins

Accepting life's little choices
or backing away from all that's real
set your mind in a world of false glamors
false truths begin to reveal
when it becomes so all consuming
eating progress from within
with fractures in the mindset
that mold reshapes a new

depopulationINC

little steps to take
to others not the same
fighting for a moment
struggle through the rest
no urge to forget about
not easy to digest
loving every moment
to pass with no regrets

not living for tomorrow
today seems a-okay
live without those worries
that cripple every day

little steps to take
inside he feels the same
living in a moment
to watch others led astray
watching as the hours pass
death to another day
might not see tomorrow
that's a bonus anyways

you may wonder why
or how he even tries
you may wonder why
oh to him there are no doubts

not living for tomorrow
today seems a-okay
live without those worries
that cripple every day

depopulationINC

depopulationINC wrote:

little steps to take
to others not the same
fighting for a moment
struggle through the rest
no urge to forget about
not easy to digest
loving every moment
to pass with no regrets

not living for tomorrow
today seems a-okay
live without those worries
that cripple every day

little steps to take
inside he feels the same
living in a moment
to watch others led astray
watching as the hours pass
death to another day
might not see tomorrow
that's a bonus anyways

you may wonder why
or how he even tries
you may wonder why
oh to him there are no doubts

not living for tomorrow
today seems a-okay
live without those worries
that cripple every day

btw...this is about one's struggles with terminal illness and how others look in with pity and wonder how/why he does his day to day routine. he on the other hand doesn't care, because now he appreciates his every day life, realizing that each day he wakes up is just another bonus.

Miss Irenka

But i`m a chilean girl. so i wanna write in spanish for you guys...

Enjoy this one...

Adobe viejo y cansado me rodea
lleno de historias de tristeza
2 ciruelos centrados en mi patio
1 damasco y 1 membrillo moreteado

Puertas de madera fràgil
me dan la partida
a calles a ratos silenciosas
a ratos aturdida

Veo y oigo pies pisar mi vereda
son muchos por la mañana
nadie al medio dìa
muchos en la tarde
nadie al sol, a su caida...

De noche sòlo perros y gatos
sombras y siluetas
1 auto, 2 bicicletas...
pero nadie, nadie a mi lado



I hope can you translate and enjoy this.
Sorry for my english
With love
Irene.-.

depopulationINC

irenka jam wrote:

But i`m a chilean girl. so i wanna write in spanish for you guys...

Enjoy this one...

Adobe viejo y cansado me rodea
lleno de historias de tristeza
2 ciruelos centrados en mi patio
1 damasco y 1 membrillo moreteado

Puertas de madera fràgil
me dan la partida
a calles a ratos silenciosas
a ratos aturdida

Veo y oigo pies pisar mi vereda
son muchos por la mañana
nadie al medio dìa
muchos en la tarde
nadie al sol, a su caida...

De noche sòlo perros y gatos
sombras y siluetas
1 auto, 2 bicicletas...
pero nadie, nadie a mi lado



I hope can you translate and enjoy this.
Sorry for my english
With love
Irene.-.

Wish I knew Spanish

depopulationINC

Can you hold me tight
as we clip these wings
I really hope...this will make things better
I don't know
give me some time
maybe then we'll see

I mop
my mind
so clean
so so
full of disbelief
I soak
my sores
my feet
have run my thoughts a mile

Can you hold my soul
as clench my breath so tight
I really hope...this will make things better
I don't know
give me a chance
to disprove it all this time

I cleanse
my hands
and bleach
inside
my back
so frail
it hurts
weight of the world on my my mind

depopulationINC

All these angel wings
never mean a thing
when I'm lying here
dying here
so lonesome
All these angel wings
they never mean a thing
when it's stuck inside my head
when I decay
like that rusting alter

I left all for a little convo
just a little person to person
laid my self down
held a temple to the heavens
shed myself so humble
toss away all the precious little things

all these angel wings
all these angel wings
they never mean a thing
I've tried to shed my skin
make me into a new may
all these angel wings
all these angel wings
never mean a thing
when lying here
how the heel did this begin

I just wanted a little something
to make things a little better
every other step
seemed to sink a little deeper
can't we just have a single day
a glimpse of something beautiful

all these angel wings
when I'm lying here
trying to let my mind sink
maybe get a little peace
all these angel wings
all these angel wings
they never mean a thing
maybe make a nice pillow

depopulationINC

If I walk and I shake
and I look all about
is this about it
is this all that we can take

this wasn't worth traveling for
this wasn't worth the gas
the miles
the loss of sleep
no nothing, no

and the sunset
well the sun is already down
and the stars above
and the moon within
are nowhere to be found tonight
because the sky is dark
but the clouds above
seem to block it all from sight

well I can piss, I can moan
can do it with the best of them all
but there's no denying what I'm seeing here
because there's nothing here at all

but there's nothing we can do at all
our money and all our time
seems it's already spent
so I'll suck in the last of the air that I can find
everything is fucked
so I guess we should call it a night

depopulationINC

and in this gentle grace
we see a slow one walking
with a pace then never quickens
and a stride to leave one to wonder
how is this so easy
why does it all come for free

I knew the theme
some blood from stone
same time and tone
I knew the theme
bleed my soul
go on set me free

and we stared into the sun
the crescent moon giving way
there is a vigour in the light
it screams in the same echo of pain
so distant and caressing
bleaching the drying skin

vogonpoetbythelake

there is a vigour in the light .....
so distant and caressing....

your poetry ten years old traveled on these words to mine ear....thank you

LoveBoatLucy

Miss Irenka said:

But i`m a chilean girl. so i wanna write in spanish for you guys...



Enjoy this one...



Adobe viejo y cansado me rodea

lleno de historias de tristeza

2 ciruelos centrados en mi patio

1 damasco y 1 membrillo moreteado



Puertas de madera fràgil

me dan la partida

a calles a ratos silenciosas

a ratos aturdida



Veo y oigo pies pisar mi vereda

son muchos por la mañana

nadie al medio dìa

muchos en la tarde

nadie al sol, a su caida...



De noche sòlo perros y gatos

sombras y siluetas

1 auto, 2 bicicletas...

pero nadie, nadie a mi lado







I hope can you translate and enjoy this.

Sorry for my english

With love

Irene.-.

Que lindas palabras

depopulationINC

I can't tell you what I know
or just what it is I've heard
not for lack of bitter faith
nor being terribly misunderstood
I can't seem to spell out just what I really mean
confusion and condemnation shall never be your fault
nor misalignment off of your own discourse
when we are all surrounded
not with hate, but ultraviolet loving
everything we've come to grow
has shown to be nothing that we have ever known
it seems to drain right down to the fractured bones
to learn that life can lack grander meaning

depopulationINC

I used to remember
I used to proclaim
that love was a violence
we never were clean
I used to surrender
some passion for pain
not knowing a difference
we shiver we scream
to unravel in dream