Hosea
2003-03-17 04:34:42 ET

Come back to me
With all your heart
Don't let fear
Keep us apart
Trees do bend
Though straight and tall
So must we to other's call

Long have I waited for your coming
Home to me and living
Deeply our new life

The wilderness
Will lead you
To your heart
Where I will speak
Integrity and justice
With tenderness
You shall know

Long have I waited for your coming
Home to me and living
Deeply our new life

You shall sleep
Secure with peace
Faithfulness
Will be your joy

Long have I waited for your coming
Home to me and living
Deeply our new life

- Hosea

2003-03-14 15:57:51 ET

Finishing off the pickles on his plate after the "Silver Star Special Burger" platter, Dave notices his bus, which comes at 3:14 three blocks away, pass by the window. "Dah," he groans as he tosses money on the table. Grabbing his cap and gloves, his scarf and jacket, he dresses as he hurries past the booths and tables, grabbing a mint from the jar to kill that old-tea taste.
The gleaming sun off the diner's chrome exterior halts him. Dave turns his head toward the direction the bus was heading. It's two blocks down, picking up people, but still has a corner and two lights to go before his stop. So he runs.
"I'm not built for this," his mind wheezes, "I'm an artist, dammit." Leather boots slapping on concrete sidwalk as he sees the bus turning the corner. The light in front of it is red. "I might pull this off," he thinks.
HONK-SCREECH!
As he barely misses a car, papers fly from his pocket. "Dammit!" he cries, as hurriedly he picks up the papers. The bus is stopped across the park. Dave pumps the juices and as he reaches the bus, breath wheezing and heart screaming, the door shuts and the driver waves, "No," and pulls away.
"Jackass."
Dave leans over, propping himself on his knees. Slowly, he rises and walks to a bench, to re-arrange his poems.

They Came To Boston
2003-03-13 21:10:07 ET

they came to Boston on their vacation
they came, they saw, they annoyed me
they saw it all, what! Fanueil Hall!
It's best if they just avoid me
rented a car to see the sights
but they found the Hub confusing
looked for the Swan Boats In Mattapan
well, I find that real amusing

I was here before they came.
I'll be here long after
don't want to share, but it seems clear
that I'm gonna have to

they came to Boston for an education
live in the dorms, join a frat
jam my bars and subway cars now,
what the fuck is that?
spend year one having fun and causing aggravation
spending daddy's cash on a toga bash
when the hell's graduation?

I was here before they came
I'll be here long after
don't want to swear,
but it seems clear
that I'm gonna have to:
AWW Fuck.


I was here before they came
I'll be here long after
don't want to share,
but it seems clear
that I'm gonna have to


They came to Boston.

- Dicky Barret


Everyone's writing poetry all of the sudden.

why? is this chic?

Close My Eyes
2003-03-11 12:25:02 ET

When I said that ain't my style
I only waited for awhile.
When it finally came along...
I closed my eyes and it was gone.
So feel free, go steal and rob;
revolution ain't my job.
and if I sing your happy song
please don't tell me I am wrong

close my eyes and I am gone...
if I stare at the sun, I find there's only one,
close my eyes and I am gone...

so when I said that it was you
you know I meant it from the heart
such a shame that when you're through
they'll say you didn't even start
so I says I like your smile
I only sawr it for awhile
and though you swore it would stay long,
I close my eyes and it is gone.

close my eyes and I am gone...
if I stare at the sun, I find there's only one,
close my eyes and I am gone...

So on the day when I collide
is on the fateful day I ride
pray I somehow slip away
and slip into another day

close my eyes and I am gone...
if I stare at the sun, I find there's only one,
close my eyes and I am gone...
if I stare at the sun, I find I've just begun.
I close my eyes and I am gone...
- Vic Ruggiero


(I can't believe it took me this long to post this one!)

2003-03-10 21:31:41 ET

I'm shouting in my sleep
I need a muzzle

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