It's all the same [BEEP] but they call it clouddead
I only got two hands and half a head
It's all the same [BEEP] but they call it clouddead
I only got two hands and half a head
Sage Francis will be studed by future poets. [BEEP] Eminem.
I was sweet on her
She was sweet on Jesus
We slept with a blanket barrier between us
Master of her craft, I had her laughin' like hyenas
When I asked her if she'd marry an elitist
Staggering genius in lace
With the grace of a drunken monk
The mask isn't seamless cause her face says something's up
But I don't dare ask her I just listen
Switchin' to my good ear and adjusting my position
As she discusses Ginsberg I listened and learned
As she disperses his words I just resisted the urge to do like he would
Whatever he wanted, if she allowed me to
She dangled that carrot then asked me:
"What would Bukowski do?"
Oh don't go there
He'd make you his mom and then completely lie about it in a book later on
I got my mother into the music of Leonard Cohen. Before I gave her a CD, she had never heard any of his songs. Now she is a big fan. He is another one of these song writers who writes poetic words. He wrote this song in his later years. In the words you can see a couple go through life together. Their love still there. They are getting no younger. The end of love is death.
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Oh dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, oh dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love.
The Lovable Irish Rogue
That made me cry. Beautiful.
This is the first Stanza of my favorite song-The Song of Bernadette-
There was a child named Bernadette
I heard the story long ago
She saw the Queen of Heaven once
And kept the vision in her soul
No one believed what she had seen
No one believed what she heard
That there were sorrows to be healed
And mercy, mercy in this world.
the loof is on fire!
The Past
A definite nothing much
Biproduct of the heights of flesh and such
Net weight of one's ghost, got
A solved version of a former you
Not congealing on the ceiling of your present song
As it's greys reach off into gone
A bread end egg
If ever there was one
Nigh are those long gone bones on me
Still you will to will to kill
The Present
The bread basket of choice
The all mighty and bone holding now
Where the day wears down on your direction and dive
Dripping its sad math in the brief breathe slide
Of every second sucked into the pearl that becomes you
Nigh are those long gone bones on me
Still you will to will to kill
The Future
The future is fully opposable
Statistically there are no present plans of actions took
That can truly and entirely ever affect it
Nor set its effects completely to a certain more desirable strain of so
In fact
To the thinking thing
It is a killer black
An unpredictable and all devouring trap
It is a hollow in the mind, begging to be let out and bleach the now
Ignite the uquiets of the often fear-eyed and endowed skull
Drawing the stinging things to mean
Out like a present danger does the venom
We are but a swarm of ants to tremble on its handgun
The blood on its shield
A single swallow to its honey-smothered winds of wield
To it your death is a fact
To you an axe
Nigh are those long gone bones on me
"In the time of your life, live—so that in that good time there shall be no ugliness or death for yourself or for any life your life touches. Seek goodness everywhere, and when it is found, bring it out of the hiding place and let it be free and unashamed
Place in matter and in flesh the least of the values, for these are the things that hold death and must pass away. Discover in all things that which shines and is beyond corruption. Encourage virtue in whatever heart it may have been driven into secrecy and sorrow by the shame and terror of the world. Ignore the obvious, for it is unworthy of the clear eye and the kindly heart
Be the inferior of no man, nor of any men be superior. Remember that every man is a variation of yourself. No man's guilt is not yours, nor is any man's innocence a thing apart. Despise evil and ungodliness, but not men of ungodliness or evil. These, understand. Have no shame in being kindly and gentle but if the time comes in the time of your life to kill, kill and have no regret
In the time of your life, live—so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it."
"When I know that I am nothing, that is wisdom. When I know that I am everything, that is love. Between the two my life moves." - Nisargadatta Maharaj