I'm new but would like to share one:

Bu2
Bu2 Posts: 1,693
edited July 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Man, Hat, Inn



You're in the gritty city
where not everything is pretty

The nice bag ladies quote verses
while the sinning ones shout curses

All the voices make a chorus
All the buildings are a forest

The sun gets left above
Because down here there is no love

Leave pretzel crumbs
so you don't get lost
Leave jewelry home
or you'll pay the cost

Never mind the big bad wolf
the stepmother
Virginia Woolf...

Fear the priests
the cops and lawyers
Now you know why
young Tom Sawyer
stayed away...

The deep south was innocent
compared to this:
Our life this way
today


- BuMan n Lisbon, 2005
Feels Good Inc.
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  • Pearl_Jam_Necklace
    Pearl_Jam_Necklace Posts: 501
    wow that was awesome!! the utter truth
    ...It's only after disaster that we can be resurrected...
    it's only after you've lost everything ...that you are free to do anything....(Fight Club)

    ... I'll ride the wave...where it takes me....
  • Bu2
    Bu2 Posts: 1,693
    I appreciate the good feedback.
    Feels Good Inc.
  • Bu2
    Bu2 Posts: 1,693
    On My Last Sciatic Nerve


    I paid for my sins at the local bank
    and the next day it was robbed
    I ran far away from the madding crowd
    only to join the mob

    I can't accept the thought of heaven
    when I'm living here in hell
    And I find your pitches boring
    when you've nothing left to sell

    I'm a cynical jaded realist
    a lost and faded lyricist
    If on saving me you do insist
    please realize I may resist

    People tell me this is just a phase
    but it's going on forty years
    I find it best to laugh at myself
    than to drown in all your tears

    I'm a cynical jaded realist
    a lost and faded lyricist
    If on saving me you do insist
    please realize I may resist


    - BuMan n Lisbon 2005
    Feels Good Inc.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    One does get shagged out and tired by all the repetition, the drudgery, the predictability of a dominant ideology - proliferated through advertising, TV, bad radio phone-in shows, this Internet, crap pub conversation, and piped muzak - that's now to dumb even to be entertainingly and subtly coercive. One can get old fast, once one realises the way the game works and furthermore, that there's no brains behind the game but just pumped up, twitching muscle.


    Thanks for this.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    That was a typo, not a spelling error: I meant, "too dumb".
  • Bu2
    Bu2 Posts: 1,693
    enough. I'm pretty tolerant that way. Thanks for the reply.

    If I may add yet another, I'm not sure how many I'm allowed to post per thread, being new here.....but I have a lot of stuff written and hope to be allowed to share it. You are all welcome to critique it, so long as you don't make me cry into my beer, lol...

    This Pond, and Beyond
    a/k/a The March Through the Marsh


    Lurking in the shadows
    the hidden shallows
    of this pond
    Staring up at blue skies
    sending my cries
    out beyond

    Wondering what comes back to me
    what's left behind
    and left unsaid
    Thinking maybe there is no one
    understands
    what's in my head

    Tell me you do, tell me you know
    tell me you love
    what's inside
    Show me your heart, tell me I'm part
    of this earth
    so I can't hide

    Grass is green but in between
    lie the lines
    that keep me here
    Men with whistles dressed in jail stripes
    guard the goal and
    make it clear

    I'm not wanted, I’m with no one
    I'm alone
    inside my pain
    And I'm blinded, I feel cheated
    that I've nothing
    more to gain

    But some wisdom, speaking softly
    bidding me stay off
    the streets
    Makes me march on to my drummer
    Though he's weary
    of this beat

    And the man who holds the flag up
    says his shoes
    now hurt his feet
    But we march on through the madness
    through the sadness
    towards relief

    And we're grateful when there's someone
    waiting for us
    in our room
    With the lights on - got the place warm
    so's to fend off
    all my gloom

    Then I laugh at all my worries
    go back to childhood
    and beyond
    Then I lie with, then I talk with
    the one of whom my
    heart is fond

    Lurking with me in the shadows
    in the shallows
    of this pond



    - BuMan n Lisbon, 2005
    Feels Good Inc.
  • pacifier
    pacifier Posts: 1,009
    I really enjoyed these Bu2. can't wait to read some more.
  • Bu2
    Bu2 Posts: 1,693
    before I go to bed:

    Chameleon


    I’ll wait here by the river
    Let diamond sparkling sun reflections
    burn holes in the back of my eyes
    and I will not cry

    I’m strong that way
    Later I’ll pay

    But for now I’m a green weed growing strong
    floating along
    singing my songs
    and nothing is wrong

    I’ll sit here on the roadside
    Let streaming screaming headlight halos
    burn holes in the back of my eyes
    and I will not cry

    I’m wrong that way
    Later I’ll pay

    But for now I’m a jade snake crawling along
    skinny and long
    singing my songs
    and nothing is wrong

    I’ll stand here at your doorway
    Let glaring staring outdoor guard lights
    burn holes in the back of my eyes
    and I will not cry

    I was born that way
    Later I’ll pay

    But for now I’m a cat burglar on your lawn
    where I don’t belong
    singing my songs
    and nothing is wrong

    I’m strong that way
    Later I’ll pay

    But later always comes
    much too late

    So open the gate


    - BuMan n Lisbon, 2005
    Feels Good Inc.

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