Forty-One Experiences
bluejourneyman
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I was lost at age ten.
You said “I'll be your friend.”
I embraced you through thick and thin. . .
It is sad to say, but you fibbed.
You came to kill, not to save.
Tearing everything out of me,
from within . . .
Although, so-called friends abandoned me,
you where there until the end.
It seemed that whenever you where around ,
I would make many friends. . .
It is sad to say, but you fibbed.
You came to kill, not to save.
Tearing everything out of me,
from within . . .
You where with me in my “well of despair.”
Hell, you even helped me wipe my tears.
I screamed “Please let me out,”
But nobody could hear.
For, I was deep in my “well of fear. . .”
It is sad to say, but you fibbed.
You came to kill, not to save.
Tearing everything out of me,
from within . . .
I haven’t seen you in fifteen years.
I have finally found real friends.
Whenever I see a “well” I look down within.
I scream “Is anyone down there,”
because drugs are not always your friend. . .
You said “I'll be your friend.”
I embraced you through thick and thin. . .
It is sad to say, but you fibbed.
You came to kill, not to save.
Tearing everything out of me,
from within . . .
Although, so-called friends abandoned me,
you where there until the end.
It seemed that whenever you where around ,
I would make many friends. . .
It is sad to say, but you fibbed.
You came to kill, not to save.
Tearing everything out of me,
from within . . .
You where with me in my “well of despair.”
Hell, you even helped me wipe my tears.
I screamed “Please let me out,”
But nobody could hear.
For, I was deep in my “well of fear. . .”
It is sad to say, but you fibbed.
You came to kill, not to save.
Tearing everything out of me,
from within . . .
I haven’t seen you in fifteen years.
I have finally found real friends.
Whenever I see a “well” I look down within.
I scream “Is anyone down there,”
because drugs are not always your friend. . .
Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
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I scream “Is anyone down there”, it made me think that you also want to help others that are going through what you went through. I liked that a lot!
I am new to this forum. I have really been getting into Pearl Jam the last year and a half. I took my sixteen year old son to our first PJ concert on May 19, 2006; I am still in shock. I have been experiencing really weird feelings since that night. I have been questioning my belief system and find myself holding back tears at various times of the day. PJ latest cd is extremely powerful. I have been listening to the words over and over again. I feel the one song that effects me the most is "Inside Job". I have been a extremely right wing conservative Republican; I do not know what I am at this moment. I do know that I have never wrote poetry before, but I am really digging it, as of now. Furthermore, I have a beautiful ten year old daughter, and a wonderful sixteen year old son, that I worry about everyday. I feel like I have so much more to give this world than punching a time clock; I am really confused about my life right now. Thanks so very much for your positive feedback. . .
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
Wow- I'm the same way. I love poetry, but I can't write it. I have kids (17 and 14) and I worry what the future brings for them also. And you DO have much more to give and it sounds like you are.
This poem is only the third one I have EVER wrote.
I have been taking a scratch-pad to work and writing things down.
Then, I come home and try to put it together and make something from the heart. It is fun and passes the time.
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006