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[Jun. 3rd, 2005|04:28 pm] |
Blackhawks (with the life inside)
Kick, sputter, spin, crash down to foreign soil
Like in the New England of springtime
When maple helicopter seeds (with the life inside)
Ride the wind and
Find a home in the soil
Give birth to the trees we’ll know tomorrow
Turning over the new leaves
Life spilling from inside
New and pure
The soldiers climb out
And dream of peace
Once upon a particularly blue night
I found myself at an empty playscape
Swinging backwards and forwards into the subtle ripples of sky above me
My swing squeaks out its’ quiet mantra
Oh let me love and be loved all the days of my life
The sound reminds me of seagulls over the ocean
Each one singing over and over the only song they know
Oh let me love and be loved all the days of my life
And the wind carries it off unapologetically to each being on this earth
Teaching them why they live
And I listen as I swing
The breeze coming lightly off the water
Licking my face
Pushing me on my swing like my parents used to do before I learned to pump
Kick my legs and make strokes with my arms
Swinging up into that blue ocean of sky
Each star an oyster’s pearl
Precious
Unobtainable
It is a fool who desires the stars
I think
Nothing more should I require from the stars than for their light to create my image
For in God’s image was I made
And in God’s image will I pray
Cry out my mantra
Until nothing remains of my voice but the quiet squeak squeak of a swing
Oh let me love and be loved all the days of my life
Amen |
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| returned from the crusades?? something i've started and i'll post the other pieces of it later |
[May. 5th, 2005|09:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | humming hey girl by o.a.r. | ] |
Woke up in the early morning, although not early enough to be on time to school; Went to my bathroom to shower, my arm turned off the water, it said I didn’t have enough time. I listened; you should always listen to your arms. Legs walked me back to my room, body dressed itself, usual outfit: old jeans, T-shirt, open long sleeve button down with open fence wound and torn cuff, blue bandana, old pair of sandals. Dressed. Feet climb down stairs, hands gather up my things, turn locks, start cars. Car confuses backpack for small child, demands I buckle it up, beeping accusatory, ringing the cops to tell of my neglect. I think here is where I chuckled. Lowered child to floor. Turns back into school books and ball point pens, calculator and notebook paper. Car rolls me down driveway and to ends of streets, stop signs, cracks in asphalt faces. Pull up to my school and into parking space, car turns off, I turn on for a minute to the realities of a day, that leaves quickly, sick again. I feel sick. Not myself, this is not myself. Haven’t felt anything yet this morning.
This has been happening too often. My body moving without my authority. Not living every moment. Sickness descends, dream takes over, eyes open to world, windows to the soul, but there’s nothing past the sockets for the world to see.
My head turns too quickly, feel a pull in my neck, called back to life by twinge of pain. When it all comes down to pain or nothing I’ll take pain. I’m sick with nonsense.
It hasn’t been like this long, a few months maybe, and not all the time. It just comes sometimes and then I’m gone. I see everything happening around me, hear everything happening in me, just don’t have the control. I don’t have time for this.
Time. Time is infinite but my body is not. My body’s time on this earth is uncertain and this sickness is dragging me down. Every time it leaves I look back, see nothing done, no joy, no anger, no love, no hate, no sadness, just nothing, wasting my time. Time out called. What happens now?
Now. The only certain thing. Then why do I leave it? Why is it that only my body plays in time.
One-e-and-a-tap-e-and-a-pulse-e-and-a-smile-e-and-a-blink breathe love cough shit cry and die. Repeat.
And the musicians fall down laughing. |
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| more poetry folks |
[Feb. 16th, 2005|07:23 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | cheery | ] |
| [ | music |
| | mike doughty | ] |
Late at day
When it's all screamin
Yelling out guts and rage
Gawking up profanities
Balling it all up
And roaring out
Evacuating pitchless air
The cars fly past
The roads shoot forward
Leaving the quiet folk
3 towns back
And lost
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Secretariat
Of Commerce
Nay! Nay! Nay!
Raising the price of glue
Lookin' out for his comrades
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Going, going, gone
Passing on and on
Into that semisweet space of no space
That bittersweet place of no place
Ungraspable you
Cold Mr. Loner
Smiling that smile meant only for yourself
Yet still striving for convention
Reaching for attention
You so big up there
You so small down here
Always with
Always without
But always none the less
Mr. Infinity
Won't you take a break
For once?
Why don't you rest
This once
Mr. Infinity
Slow it all down
You're just as you are in this moment
You
My friend
Have always been infinite
So pause a moment for some tea and a little inward reflection
Today we'll take no direction
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He was there
Resting his head
On the curbside
Resting his bones on the night
On the cold
In his cardboard kingdom
His house of cards
Just aching to fall
Up
To heaven
Won't you give him a start? |
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| i should stop this getting out of bed to write and then not being able to fall back asleep thing |
[Feb. 15th, 2005|02:40 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  still awake! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | sadly nothing | ] |
Falling endlessly through pillow feathers
Sugar cubes and candy bars
Expressive faces
Covered with guilt and glee and cookie crumbs
Ambitious grains of table salt
Cast over blandest daily values
2,000 colores
2,001 space odyseys
Viewed from afar as day trippings
High on coffee and corn flakes
Milk
2 sugars
And another for the road
One for good luck
‘Cuz they see you suck
Man
End of the line
Man
Even infinity has its bounds
Up, up, and a way to fly
Away from
Heroes
And all the
Sneeroes
Upside down and down to earth |
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| my mom would be so much cooler if she didn't have allergies.... |
[Feb. 15th, 2005|12:47 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | oppression- ben harper | ] |
There I was again
Walking back from her house
Through the iced over playscape
The stars just staring
Watching as my feet found their way
Back to the car
With the pedals waiting for the pollen my shoes had collected
On their wanderings
To provide for them a little bit of life
A thin sliver of light
Stolen from the moon by reflection
Taken from the sky by misdirection
As the sun awaited yet another immaculate misconception
Hoping and praying for the morning to come
Around the mountain
To take another sip from the fountain
Of youth
To reassume its position at the center of
Attention
With all of us circling around it
But never once looking it in the eye
And Ms. Sun’s getting lonely up there
With nothing but puffy white clouds and wild blue yonders to keep her company
So come with me my sun
I’ll take you home tonight
In my chariot
I’ll keep you warm tonight
Ms. Sun
Just as long as you’ll let me
So set your body down next to mine
And stop your running in circles
For a time
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We’ll start with the truth
I am
Hardcore-
er than though
I got that
Décor-
um of Mao
So Get with the Now
I am the now
Am Father Time
Am not much
Are too great
See three P.M.
On own face
Looking back
Charging forward
Not cred-
ible
Ink leg-
ible
Printpressing that I
Always was mother earth
Motherfucker
Dicksucker
With big shiny biceps
Flexing
Perplexing
Long, smooth
Tries cycles
In final trimesters
Exuding life in bite-sized quantities
Chewed up and spit out from between two legs
Of the race
And they’re coming to the finish
Lines stretching at
Infinitum
Stopping for coffee
Breaks your knows
Knowing that it will all be over
At the end
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Rolled out of
Bed again
This day
Coughed up
Coffee stained
Cafeterias
From inside
Into the outside
World
Giving up pieces
Of me
To the other
Ones that call themselves me
The other twos that call themselves me
But aren’t really
Me
They smile
I smile
We all fall down
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I ran upstairs
To escape the sounds coming from the television screen
Drawn before my eyes
In tired shades of red and black
As the soldiers went on marching one by one
And two by two
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
With all the people cheering
And the guns leering
And not one caring
Enough to raise a voice in
Protest
To raise a child with
Truth
And love
And song
And the hope that the soldiers will one day put down their guns
And play in the sunshine
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The power went out
Today
And gave a
Speech
About the state
Of our
Unity
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Red light man
Don’t go
Stop
Red light man
Don’t go
Anywhere
Red light man
Wishin’ he was
Movin’
Red light man
Green with envy
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Some pretty weird stuff in there i guess. i've been messing around with rhythm a lot and i think it's been yielding some cool stuff. |
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| shangri-la dee da |
[Feb. 10th, 2005|02:47 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | stone temple pilots | ] |
yesterday was wednesday.
wednesday was a pretty good day.
it had it's ups and downs but for the most part was quite fun.
today was thursday.
today was a very good day.
i wish we didn't have school... oh well.
i sang a lot of songs today. and danced around.
i do say i quite enjoy lucas.
i'm going to see hugh makasela at the hartford stage on sunday night.
that should be fantastic.
things have happened, but in no way have they been different from how they were meant to be.
i've been very happy over the past several weeks.
i'm happy right now.
have a nice day. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 8th, 2005|10:22 pm] |
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so that turned around kinda quickly |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 7th, 2005|10:49 pm] |
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SO MUCH HAAPPPPPYYY!! |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 7th, 2005|04:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | magical mystery tour!! | ] |
Zappa901: we had a fight today aobut who was better, moses or jesus
Zappa901: guess who one
Zappa901: won**
el666savior: jesus?
Zappa901: SRV
i'm not sure if it's a good thing that a really good blues guitarest from the early 90s who died in a plane crash beat out both the son of god and the arm of god. i guess that's just preli for you |
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| i haven't updated this thing in a while and this was kinda neat |
[Feb. 7th, 2005|04:23 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | julia- the beatles | ] |
In your eyes, people see life... You see yourself
as just an average person! You enjoy life, love
wildlife, but also enjoy time with those who
know you best. You like to get outdoors and let
your mind wander over all of the mysteries god
gave to you. You don't really have a certain
sanctuary because you're so well-rounded, but
you like having fun and adventures, but can
also be found sitting quietly about, reading a
book. You have a pretty good life ahead of you,
never trade it for anything else :)
What Lies Behind Your Eyes? (With Pics, See All Results!)
brought to you by Quizilla
i don't know which one of those people i get to be, but oh well. he looks kinda confused... he should be less confused
oh yeah... i'm so happy with everything right now, it's all been really good. just in case some of you folks were curious.
hmm i think that good could use some more o's, like gooooooooooooood or ever goOooOoOoOOOooood... yeah, yeah that's it.
goOooOoOooooOoOOOOOooOooDdd |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 2nd, 2005|09:27 pm] |
the mother says:
"i think i was talking to his nipple again" |
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| {en-Tree}??? |
[Jan. 27th, 2005|01:29 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | really big eyes dude | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the way- fastball (i am just too damn cool) | ] |
This earth is a ticking bomb
Tick
All the pretty people firing off rounds
And round and round
All around the world
Tock
Huddling beneath their shells like tortured turtles
With mustard gas grins
And nuclear confetti treats
As the autos drive on down endless lighted streets
With automatons at the wheels
Spinning off round after round
Until it all comes full circle
Tick
And now the guns ain’t getting any smaller
And the people might just kill for a dollar
And the whites don’t like the browns and the browns don’t like the reds and the reds don’t like the blacks and the blacks don’t like the yellows and the yellows don’t like the purples and the purples don’t like anyone
Tock
And they’re all losing patience with one another
And they’re looking at that red button
And they’re thinking of pushing it
And watching as it all goes up in smoke
From their cute little radiation huts
Hidden underneath the Pentagon and small-town Wyoming
Where they’ll be safe from their work
Because the boss don’t know where to reach them
Tick
And then all that’s left for them to do
Is start it back up again
So we can once again achieve this pinnacle of civilization
Where a life cannot be valued any way except numerically
And a man can’t be trusted any further than you can shoot him
Tick………Tock………Tick……… |
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| i'm not really sure to think of this yet.... i'll read it again when i'm not this tired |
[Jan. 23rd, 2005|05:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | i should really put something on | ] |
"WoolGathering"
LoveHate
Revolution
Resounding
Recreational
Devotion
Theoretical
bahBah
BlackSheep
HaveYouAny
wool
ToDay?
Blahblah
Sonofa
Bitch
I'veFallenin
Deep
ThisTime
JustLike
Last
Time
AndMyBody’s
Tired
OfRunningAll
Day
On
Fumes
Off
Switches
InMy
Head
FlashingAnd
Clicking
Like
Eccentric
BallPointed
Pens
FlyingOver
EarthSized
Pages
TornFrom
Mybook
AndCovered
With
Erasermark
Oceans
AndBusStops
WithEvery
Body
Anxiousto
Leave
Justlikethe
TreesLose
AlltheGames
AstheTemperatures
Drop
Down into
Colderones
AndEven
Olderones
Untilit
AllFreezeUp
AndEvery
Thing
RunForth
Liberated |
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| let's post some of the stuff phill has written lately!! |
[Jan. 13th, 2005|09:35 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  enthused is a good word | ] |
| [ | music |
| | deena and sophia on the telegramaphone | ] |
A holy man
Adorned himself with fire and
Burned for freedom
As the world looked on
From a distance
Not understanding his motives
Or his courage
Not seeing him smile
Beneath the flames
In case I emerge
Exits are located
Here and there
The candlelight
Is quite nice tonight
Let us fall in love
Look through a wall
If you ever get
The chance
The clouds
Have quickly tired of being
Lined with silver
Give a man a drum
And he will make music
For the ages
Chinese youth
Screaming for democracy
Answered with steel
Today will be sad
When it learns of its
Brevity
I've always thought
Tommorrow was quite polite
To wait its turn
I think it's about time
The boundaries take an
Extended holiday
"Cruel and Unusual"
The detained are seated
Around big circular tables
Occasionaly looking out the windows
Wishing they could be playing
In the sunshine
Love lands
Unexpectedly
And offers a hand |
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| twinkle twinkle little bat how i wonder where you're at |
[Jan. 11th, 2005|06:34 pm] |
 | You scored as The Catapillar. Drug addict. Seek rehab before someone squashes you and the mushroom you live on.
The Catapillar | | 75% | The Cheshire Cat | | 50% | The Mad Hatter | | 50% | The White Rabbit | | 50% | Alice | | 44% | The Red Queen | | 19% | </td>
Could you survive Wonderland?
created with QuizFarm.com |
Life has seemed
Very loopy
Of late
Conversations
Repeating
Themselves
Skipping record
Existance
Spinning webs
I've
Spun Before
Running in
Places
Hurrying
Backwards |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 2nd, 2005|09:17 pm] |
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everyone should reccomend a band or an album to me.... or lend me music!! |
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| i wrote this today in brew bakers |
[Dec. 29th, 2004|06:08 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | good | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the black crowes- she talks to angels | ] |
A young child is walking through the streets
Being led along by his old father child
By the hand
As he smiles me a smile
With babe's teeth
Under winter hat
And paternal watch
Which gives me the time of day
With a smile
And I see them off
As the happiness comes to me
In waves |
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| it's just incredible isn't it? |
[Dec. 28th, 2004|06:47 pm] |
A billion people died on the news tonight
But not so many cried at the terrible sight
Well mama said
It's just make believe
You can't believe everything you see
So baby close your eyes to the lullabies
On the news tonight
Who's the one to decide that it would be alright
To put the music behind the news tonight
Well mama said
You can't believe everything you hear
The diagetic world is so unclear
So baby close your ears
On the news tonight
On the news tonight
The unobtrusive tones on the news tonight
And mama said
Why don't the newscasters cry when they read about people who
die?
At least they could be decent enough to put just a tear in their
eyes
Mama said
It's just make believe
You cant believe everything you see
So baby close your eyes to the lullabies
On the news tonight |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 27th, 2004|12:20 pm] |
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i'm having a lot of trouble fitting my mind around 21,000 people. 21,000 people so far are thought to be dead from the tsunami waves. just i can't imagine the world losing that many people. it just bothers me that it's a number. people aren't numbers. i hate it that in a few days all americans will have forgotten this, and september 11th is something that no american will ever forget, just because it was americans that died and not those other people... those 21,000 other people. and that's just the estimate now. |
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