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Post by KaTune on Aug 22, 2016 23:22:31 GMT
I like this thread and hope more people will post... otherwise it's just you and me and our craziness... but I can dig that too!
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Post by KaTune on Aug 23, 2016 0:50:33 GMT
Ode to my Therapist: (Titled Bitch) In the works... still fresh (2016)
You're gonna take things Issue by issue Break them into little pieces Think you've gotta handle on your voodoo Maybe see what it unleashes (2x)
I can feel you in my head again And I can't get away from it... Digging deep inside this suffering Don't you know you're a hypocrite!!! Orrr (wanna know just how far you can get) ((won't know until I pick up the guitar to see which flows better))
Like I said... still fresh, I hear the Bangles for some reason with a groovy bass line and rattling drums...
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Post by KaTune on Aug 23, 2016 23:21:55 GMT
A wee bit more "Poe"try.. (I fear my high has reached its limit and now dreading what awaits in the abyss...)
Dream-Land Edgar Allan Poe (published 1844)
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule -- From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE -- out of TIME.
Bottomless vales and boundless floods, And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods, With forms that no man can discover For the dews that drip all over; Mountains toppling evermore Into seas without a shore; Seas that restlessly aspire, Surging, unto skies of fire; Lakes that endlessly outspread Their lone waters -- lone and dead, -- Their still waters -- still and chilly With the snows of the lolling lily.
By the lakes that thus outspread Their lone waters, lone and dead, -- Their sad waters, sad and chilly With the snows of the lolling lily, -- By the mountains -- near the river Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever, -- By the grey woods, -- by the swamp Where the toad and the newt encamp, -- By the dismal tarns and pools Where dwell the Ghouls, -- By each spot the most unholy -- In each nook most melancholy, -- There the traveller meets aghast Sheeted Memories of the Past -- Shrouded forms that start and sigh As they pass the wanderer by -- White-robed forms of friends long given, In agony, to the Earth -- and Heaven.
For the heart whose woes are legion 'Tis a peaceful, soothing region -- For the spirit that walks in shadow 'Tis -- oh 'tis an Eldorado! But the traveller, travelling through it, May not -- dare not openly view it; Never its mysteries are exposed To the weak human eye unclosed; So wills its King, who hath forbid The uplifting of the fringed lid; And thus the sad Soul that here passes Beholds it but through darkened glasses.
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have wandered home but newly From this ultimate dim Thule.
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Post by KaTune on Sept 16, 2016 18:13:05 GMT
Phish "Chalkdust Tourture"
Come stumble my mirth beaten worker I'm Jezmund the family berzerker I'm bought for the price of a flagon of rice The wind buffs the cabin You speak of your life Or more willingly Locust the Lurker
Confuse what you can of the ending And revise your despise so impending 'Cause I soak on the wrath That you didn't quite mask I'm getting it clearly through alternate paths Or mixed in with the signal you're sending
But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone CAN'T THIS WAIT TILL I'M OLD Can't I live while I'm young?
But no peace for Jezmund tonight I plug the distress tube up tight And watch what I say as it flutters away And all this emotion is kept harmless at bay Not to educate somebody's fright
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 1:55:22 GMT
**inspired** I just wrote this... kinda raw
It's an empty space A cavity A place where a heart should be So unfree, and feeling The mess of it all I recall Being above for a while. Holy cow. What I wouldn't do from a smile Just a taste, it would make me break But the glue in ma pocket would do it would sogged it, and Then pieces would fit Back together again Oh ma friend. To live life in harmony
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Post by james on Sept 17, 2016 2:18:49 GMT
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Post by james on Sept 17, 2016 3:09:08 GMT
Charles bukowski just writes truth of his existence. You should read his books. They're horrible but real. He's had movies made, barfly and Factotum. Factotum is ace. A man failing at life. I think Matt Dylan plays him. Hmmmmm, yeah.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 3:17:30 GMT
Don't all writers/artists? (well, good ones maybe) Factotum. haha funny word! haven't heard that one enough (wtf does it mean ) was in a movie! "Factoter" (they kept messing it up. i forget the movie tho) hmmm yeah indeed. k, back to my existence.
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Post by james on Sept 17, 2016 3:19:58 GMT
Factotum is basically a man of many jobs. ( He gets fired for being drunk all the time)
The gods wait to delight in you.
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Post by james on Sept 17, 2016 4:13:03 GMT
Barfly.
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Post by james on Sept 17, 2016 4:19:25 GMT
This is more uplifting ( from nothing to something).
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Post by james on Sept 17, 2016 4:28:44 GMT
As I'm not sleeping.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 4:30:55 GMT
Get some sleep!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 5:25:41 GMT
Hmmm, so I found this...
#FamilyFriendPoems
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 7:41:22 GMT
A Dream Within a Dream By Edgar Allan "Poe"try Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
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