A Vested Interest In Spilling Venom Vacates My Vacant Thoughts
I love and hate equally. I'm only bitter when I'm bitter, and also when I can't make batter better.
The act is actually a play-by-play of the story.
Your story times out much too soon to make me stop and read all about it.
The bigger picture takes up more space than a meteor shower.
it's hard to see the galaxy for the stars.
In a National Taste Test
Poetry sure is a bitch eh? I guess it depends who you ask eh. Who better to ask then than you?
Which poem do YOU think is The Cat's Pajama's?
The Poem Written On Door Number One
A Thirsty Fish
"I don't get tired of you. Don't grow weary
of being compassionate toward me!
All this thirst equipment
must surely be tired of me,
the waterjar, the water carrier.
I have a thirsty fish in me
that can never find enough
of what it's thirsty for!
Show me the way to the ocean!
Break these half-measures,
these small containers.
All this fantasy
and grief.
Let my house be drowned in the wave
that rose last night in the courtyard
hidden in the center of my chest.
Joseph fell like the moon into my well.
The harvest I expected was washed away.
But no matter.
A fire has risen above my tombstone hat.
I don't want learning, or dignity,
or respectability.
I want this music and this dawn
and the warmth of your cheek against mine.
The grief-armies assemble,
but I'm not going with them.
This is how it always is
when I finish a poem.
A great silence comes over me,
and I wonder why I ever thought
to use language."
The Poem Carved Into Door Number Two
Millionaires
"you
no faces
no faces
at all
laughing at nothing -
let me tell you
I have drunk in skidrow rooms with
imbecile winos
whose cause was better
whose eyes still held some light
whose voices retained some sensibility,
and when the morning came
we were sick but not ill,
poor but not deluded,
and we stretched in our beds and rose
in the late afternoons
like millionaires."
The Poem Graffitti'd On Door Number Three
Crack Pipes
"I'd give a twenty one gunshot salute
With a toy rifle that you bought me but it won't shoot
And all is well because there's been one too many shots
The sterile robots want to talk to me about Detox
Stop the presses, there's been an update
Delivered via 1:30 AM phone call
When an only half-informative source talks discretely
Meet me-- at the family room at the side of the Intensive Care Unit
Immediately, I'll carry a tune
The sirens so loud, can't hear my music
Keep free-- of negative thoughts, everything'll be fine
We all assume... That it would go back to the way things were
That it would go back to normal soon
Saw the moon in a way that I never seen it before
When I looked up that night into the sky wondering why
Lookin' for answers, guess I ain't ask right
I'm guessin most of yall out there know exactly what that's like
What that's like, now tell me what's that like?
It's like a whirlwind of emotions occurs when moms and dads fight
It's like when a girl grins, an emotion of hers
That holds your arm, and grabs tight
Hurl him into the ocean, one of them cold sweat heat flash types
When(?) extreme fluctuations and temperature changes
Have been known to crack pipes...
...crack pipes...crack pipes...
Meet me-- half way if i go that extra length just to help your strength
Meet me-- at the AA meeting, needing to take more then 12 steps
Bring me to your hiding place, so I can face your vice grip
I'll chisel every single monkey off your back with this ice pick
Come meet up with me on the sidelines when the game is over
Just to say hello, then afterwards, backstage
To let me know that you enjoyed the show
And go to grandma's house for Sunday dinner
Sit at the head of the table, take away the fatal flaw
you made the day before, I seen you bleed
Meet me-- on Christmas Eve, we can fight but make up before you leave
Make visits with the rest of those who rest in pieces on my dreams
Meet me at the fork in the road where lost souls get indecisive
Meet me at the crossroads so I can have someone to walk into the light with."
Disclaimer
Everyone owns their work through copyright and it's Right to Reverse the Wrongs so don't Sue me.
In all fairness you shouldn't pick based on the Poet, but the world ain't fair, so make your choices and live by your words or die by dischord.
Thanks to Melissa for being "A Goddess Milking The Time For All That It's Worth."
(-Beck)
N.
All poems/words/lyrics/verbal matter copyright (respectively):
-Sage
-Charles B.
-Rumi
I love and hate equally. I'm only bitter when I'm bitter, and also when I can't make batter better.
The act is actually a play-by-play of the story.
Your story times out much too soon to make me stop and read all about it.
The bigger picture takes up more space than a meteor shower.
it's hard to see the galaxy for the stars.
In a National Taste Test
Poetry sure is a bitch eh? I guess it depends who you ask eh. Who better to ask then than you?
Which poem do YOU think is The Cat's Pajama's?
The Poem Written On Door Number One
A Thirsty Fish
"I don't get tired of you. Don't grow weary
of being compassionate toward me!
All this thirst equipment
must surely be tired of me,
the waterjar, the water carrier.
I have a thirsty fish in me
that can never find enough
of what it's thirsty for!
Show me the way to the ocean!
Break these half-measures,
these small containers.
All this fantasy
and grief.
Let my house be drowned in the wave
that rose last night in the courtyard
hidden in the center of my chest.
Joseph fell like the moon into my well.
The harvest I expected was washed away.
But no matter.
A fire has risen above my tombstone hat.
I don't want learning, or dignity,
or respectability.
I want this music and this dawn
and the warmth of your cheek against mine.
The grief-armies assemble,
but I'm not going with them.
This is how it always is
when I finish a poem.
A great silence comes over me,
and I wonder why I ever thought
to use language."
The Poem Carved Into Door Number Two
Millionaires
"you
no faces
no faces
at all
laughing at nothing -
let me tell you
I have drunk in skidrow rooms with
imbecile winos
whose cause was better
whose eyes still held some light
whose voices retained some sensibility,
and when the morning came
we were sick but not ill,
poor but not deluded,
and we stretched in our beds and rose
in the late afternoons
like millionaires."
The Poem Graffitti'd On Door Number Three
Crack Pipes
"I'd give a twenty one gunshot salute
With a toy rifle that you bought me but it won't shoot
And all is well because there's been one too many shots
The sterile robots want to talk to me about Detox
Stop the presses, there's been an update
Delivered via 1:30 AM phone call
When an only half-informative source talks discretely
Meet me-- at the family room at the side of the Intensive Care Unit
Immediately, I'll carry a tune
The sirens so loud, can't hear my music
Keep free-- of negative thoughts, everything'll be fine
We all assume... That it would go back to the way things were
That it would go back to normal soon
Saw the moon in a way that I never seen it before
When I looked up that night into the sky wondering why
Lookin' for answers, guess I ain't ask right
I'm guessin most of yall out there know exactly what that's like
What that's like, now tell me what's that like?
It's like a whirlwind of emotions occurs when moms and dads fight
It's like when a girl grins, an emotion of hers
That holds your arm, and grabs tight
Hurl him into the ocean, one of them cold sweat heat flash types
When(?) extreme fluctuations and temperature changes
Have been known to crack pipes...
...crack pipes...crack pipes...
Meet me-- half way if i go that extra length just to help your strength
Meet me-- at the AA meeting, needing to take more then 12 steps
Bring me to your hiding place, so I can face your vice grip
I'll chisel every single monkey off your back with this ice pick
Come meet up with me on the sidelines when the game is over
Just to say hello, then afterwards, backstage
To let me know that you enjoyed the show
And go to grandma's house for Sunday dinner
Sit at the head of the table, take away the fatal flaw
you made the day before, I seen you bleed
Meet me-- on Christmas Eve, we can fight but make up before you leave
Make visits with the rest of those who rest in pieces on my dreams
Meet me at the fork in the road where lost souls get indecisive
Meet me at the crossroads so I can have someone to walk into the light with."
Disclaimer
Everyone owns their work through copyright and it's Right to Reverse the Wrongs so don't Sue me.
In all fairness you shouldn't pick based on the Poet, but the world ain't fair, so make your choices and live by your words or die by dischord.
Thanks to Melissa for being "A Goddess Milking The Time For All That It's Worth."
(-Beck)
N.
All poems/words/lyrics/verbal matter copyright (respectively):
-Sage
-Charles B.
-Rumi
that's why i love her so much.
That shit is funny yo'.
N.
So funny you could