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depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
edited March 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Mother calling for her child
A trip just down the block
Sitting here so impatiently
The ticking of the clock

Child goes to the zoo
Plays monkey see
Plays monkey do
See the giraffes
Sees the kangaroos

Papa come and papa go
By herself
Yeah all alone

Standing in the corner
In a closet
In the dark

He says how much he loves her
How he needs her
That he truly cares

He says how much he loves her
How he needs her
The tears will soon subside

He says how much he loves her
His little angel
His only care

Peneance from the sky
Payment for being wild
Never thought it would come to this
She says a prayer
She says a wish

Never though this day would come
Her child’s here
Her joy has come

At peace at last
But not her final tear
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
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  • pacifierpacifier Posts: 1,009
    truth, i don't know exactly what you're saying, but don't take that as an insult by any means. Sometimes when I see people act or sing on stage, there is something so powerful about what they are doing that i forget they are acting and i feel a weird chill that literally can give me goose bumps and all i can think is "Wow". That's the sorta feeling this gave me. I like the way you write.
  • depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    :) thanks pacifier...I do appreciate your comments.

    I dont really see this as a song, more a poem of sorts. I actually wrote that in about 3 minutes, from storries that I see on the news now and then that really disturb me.
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • pacifierpacifier Posts: 1,009
    depopulationINC wrote:
    :) thanks pacifier...I do appreciate your comments.

    I dont really see this as a song, more a poem of sorts. I actually wrote that in about 3 minutes, from storries that I see on the news now and then that really disturb me.

    yes, it did seem disturbing
  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    Mother calling for her child
    A trip just down the block
    Sitting here so impatiently
    The ticking of the clock

    Child goes to the zoo
    Plays monkey see
    Plays monkey do
    See the giraffes
    Sees the kangaroos

    Papa come and papa go
    By herself
    Yeah all alone

    Standing in the corner
    In a closet
    In the dark

    He says how much he loves her
    How he needs her
    That he truly cares

    He says how much he loves her
    How he needs her
    The tears will soon subside

    He says how much he loves her
    His little angel
    His only care

    Peneance from the sky
    Payment for being wild
    Never thought it would come to this
    She says a prayer
    She says a wish

    Never though this day would come
    Her child’s here
    Her joy has come

    At peace at last
    But not her final tear

    I read this last night, and it haunted me while I was cooking my dinner....I took it personally of course, but Travers says that's a good thing about poems.....I like the way there's some resolution at the end of the poem....'but not her final tear' sounds ominous.....
    ....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......
  • depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    I think I musta really left this open at the end....which is cool I guess... After seeing you say "I like the way there's some resolution at the end of the poem....'but not her final tear' sounds ominous" I read this for a second time and see what your saying, But "not her fianal tear" was not meant to forshadow or send an omen....I'll leave it at that, but I do like your interpratation!
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    hmm...just digging through the boneyards.

    This was about a child being taken by her father after the wife cheated on him...there is oddly a releaf when she gets her daughter back. Her daughter is dead...but at leats she knows.
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    depopulationINC wrote:
    hmm...just digging through the boneyards.

    This was about a child being taken by her father after the wife cheated on him...there is oddly a releaf when she gets her daughter back. Her daughter is dead...but at leats she knows.

    There is some peace in knowing for some. It's very haunting, depop. Thanks for bumping it, I missed it the first round. :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • twin1twin1 Posts: 902
    wow, this was very sad and disturbing, glad you brought it out of the grave, I could picture this and it made me angry and sad
    Our love must not be just words, but True Love, which shows itself in action,
    No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
    After you die...you know how to LIVE!
  • depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    I heard your thoughts
    I heard your begs
    I heard your your pleads
    I sit and wonder what this is to mean to me

    I'm sure you've had a special time
    a special place
    I think it's cute
    your way with freedom songs
    I'm sure you have a special prayer
    hopes to drown the fears
    I think it's neat
    your thoughts this will be undone

    such lustful lips
    can make such screams
    to drown this world
    providing what I need

    I'm sure you have a grander plan
    a bigger dream
    this is how it is
    it's all for me
    I'm sure you never thought that things could spin this way
    to give your will
    sacrifice what you have saved
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    Hear surrounding laughter
    maybe screaming all out loud
    I don't know what pleases more
    pleasures of the screams

    all this shit is suffocating
    but the torment sets me free
    finding that pain in others,
    well it really helps me breathe

    can you hear the sirens coming
    would that be delightful and profound
    can you see blue skies
    can you feel the breeze
    pain subsides only when permitted your final sleep

    dressed in red
    and numbness that sets me free
    drowning out the whimpers
    sacrifice is the fentanyl to my disease
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    depopulationINC wrote:
    Hear surrounding laughter
    maybe screaming all out loud
    I don't know what pleases more
    pleasures or the screams

    all this shit is suffocating
    but the torment sets me free
    finding that pain in others,
    well it really helps me breathe

    can you hear the sirens coming
    would that be delightful and profound
    can you see blue skies
    can you feel the breeze
    pain subsides only when permitted your final sleep

    dressed in red
    and numbness that sets me free
    drowning out the whimpers
    sacrifice is the fentanyl to my disease
    edit
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
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