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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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