I was born, a man from China, (ha,ha-ha) I was born. thatboy, I was. (I poured the mouse into the guillotine to get to higher ground || well the toll was due) "the toll was due" but I, I, a man from China got blush burns by sipping breast milk from chippingfinechina in Rhode Island. (i would never have been born) ,oh, darci, darci, oh, I want you back and other things here, Tarantulas cross the desert, carrying rhythm in their eyesockets, saying In the desert--in the desert, I saw a creature, naked, bestial-- naked, bestial, who, squatting upon the ground, held his heart in his hands, AND ATE OF it-- in the summertime i go to missouri and take a load off where the toll is paid by homeless men and in the wintertime i go to delaware and tell the girls there about gonorrhea and syphilis and in the springtime i go to california and watch the world float away in the middle of the desert I said, "is it good, friend?" (oh,darci,darci,there,is,no,autumn,here,darci) "It is bitter -- bitter" he answered, "but I like it because it is bitter, and because it is my heart." tarantula, cross the desert, shedding past pretenses in its wake filling the so-flat land like daytime television and broken/broken wineglasshouses || I live in a forty second hell here I live in a forty second hell |
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On Your Wings Iron & Wine God, there is gold hidden deep in the ground God, theres a hangman that wants to come around How we rise when were born like the ravens in the corn on their wings, on our knees crawling careless from the sea God, give us love in the time that we have God, there are guns growing out of our bones God, every road takes us farther from home All these men that you made how we wither in the shade of your trees, on your wings we are carried to the sea God, give us love in the time that we have. and: [link] Devil's Trill Vanessa Mae. Violin. Mmmah. and Iron & Wine. I'm sure I was listening to other songs, some classical/orchestra, and some Throwing Muses. A little bit of Tori Amos and Damien Rice, too. Rasputina and Ani Difranco too, actually. And 'I Like Giants' by Kimya Dawson; 'Ooh La' by The Kooks. I guess that's it. (Today folks, I want advanced critique on the piece as it already is, not ways I could fix it, or change it, or make it better. I just want to hear what you think is good, and what isn't. And why--I want whats and whys, no hows or wheres.) Oh. Tom Waits too. 'God's Away On Business' yes. 'In the desert' ([link]) is fully functioning as Stephen Crane's poetry, and he's a great man, and I love to twist what Christian Literature claims as the meanings to his poems. I will never believe that they mean what they say they mean. Ever in my life. Life is bigger, so much bigger than a deity, so much bigger than a Greater Meaning. Every word of Crane's I adopted is underlined. And oddly enough, he was of no inspiration here. |
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The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
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Watch your thoughts, they become words. Your words=actions, your actions=habit. Your habits=character. Character-Destiny. While you're at it, watch me! [link]
And we part, at this.
And we part. At. There.
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i always looked best with your lips
on mine.
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at least not successfully.
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the end.
which could also mean:
we love you too, the words themselves and I. Though I heard through the grapevine that they only want you for your money.
you never heard it from me, but I swear it's bound to be true eventually.
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YOU. ARE. AMAZING.
simple as that.
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Before you point fingers, make sure your hands are clean.
Love and be loved,
BloodyAlaizabel
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I want you to find something, anything at all that I've written, that you don't like.
Frankly, that you just hate. because I want to see what you'd have to say about one of those
and it might make me feel a bit more human again.
That sounds wrong, backwards, so really it means I love you,
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Before you point fingers, make sure your hands are clean.
Love and be loved,
BloodyAlaizabel
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