In my dream last night I somehow encountered someone who hurt me recently. If we spoke, I can't remember what was said but, what I DO remember is that this person and I embraced each other so tightly, it felt like our energies were going to become conjoined. We just clung to the other as if there was nothing else in the world that could be as important. And then I woke up, confused and ready to cry. As much as I hate the very THOUGHT of this person swimming around my head, I almost wish I had never fallen back into wakey-land. It's like a guilty pleasure or something. If I could explain it all in my own words, I would but until then.......... To lay me down, once more To lay me down With our bodies so close together To wake beside you, My love still dreamin' To lay me down one last time And tell sweet lies. I wish I could honestly say that I hate you with all of my being but, somehow I know that God would never grant me freedom from........ wanting everything to be different.(?) That's the best I can do right now and I'm sure that it STILL isn't good enough for you.
here's a song i wrote this summer after seeing my home town from a totally different perspective. This one's for you, Taunton, MA! Kicked back on a barstool I've been doin' time in Street School On a steel horse I ride around Just staking out my grounds Takin' the time to see my home There's lots of things I'd never known Like good ol' times of happy cheer But, now they're all just drinkin' beer and no one really knows the year ==== Take me back down to Bricktowne Where everybody wears a frown And no one really cares to know your name We're miles away from happiness This place has turned to such a mess Does anyone remember the fame? Our shining days already came, Forget your dreams, don't say your name And wear your frown down in Bricktowne ==== A woman came up to my side She asked me for a free ride I drove her there with feelings mixed But, then she started turnin' tricks Now, listen here. I'll tell you this, I've been around and seen some shit Like Jabba lyin' on the Green Unhappy people actin' mean a prophet selling magic beans Take me back down to Bricktowne..... Finding Eden here is hard It's a dead-end court with a dumping yard There's conspiracy on the Green The raging fire and the crazy queen There's stories y'all forgot to tell And that's why it's all gone to Hell For lack of offering friendly deed For never caring to be freed and pregnant mothers smokin' weed Take me back down to Bricktowne..... I LOVE THIS CITY!!!!
ok, i know i'm the only one replying to my OWN thread but, no matter. i just hope i'm able to entertain SOMEBODY out there! so, has anyone viewing this thread ever read any Kurt Vonnegut? a couple of weeks ago i read Slaughter House Five and a day or two after that, i took out Galopagos from the library and went through it in about three or four days. what an amazing author. his style of writting is such that you feel as though he's carrying on a conversation with you. i also dig that he implements the notion of fourth dimension travel into his telling of a story. just like Billy Pilgrim is able to skip back and forth to certain points in his life, Vonnegut has no reservations about telling the reader about later events early on in the book. these are the only two i've read of his, so far. can anyone suggest a third to me?
i've dedcided to begin reading Bluebeard. i'm about 9 chapters into it and i've come too the conclusion that I too, have allowed myself to become inflicted with Suvivor's Syndrom. hmm..... it could also be true that i am continuing this thread solely for the reason that i am hoping for an audience, even if it consists of one. who ever that may be, i hope you enjoy this exerpt from my travels...... Took a little ride down the northern coast I got a mission call from that rock'n'roll ghost Told me, "Take a chance and buy a horse 'Cause you'll be needin' a horse, ofcourse ofcourse." Well he landed a job and bought himself a ride Then he quit hin his job and called that horse "Pride" Struttin' around and wearin' a chip He made all those womens bite thier upper lip. ====== Better B. Goode, John. You're gonna get the girl. Gonna be the luckiest guy in the world And your life'll be good just like you know it should 'Cause you'll be livin' the Goode life in Hollywood. ====== I was ridin' along, just my horse and me When that voice again firmly decreed, "Find a little place to sing your songs. Got to tell everybody about thier wrongs." Well, he slutted himself for that meager-ass pay. He deserved much more but, there was no other way. Bummin' around and takin' thier shit, He told those lousy bar owner to "copulate this." Better B. Goode, John. You're gonna get the girl..... He was travelin' around and payin' his dues. Kept on singing to folks his lonesome blues. "If there ain't no woman to share my load, gonna take my chances at the Crossroads." He fell on the right road but, at last his horse died. Nothing he could do but, step back and cry, "All 'a you demons workin' on me Better turn around and let me be." Better B. Goode, John......
Gee, it didn't take much to have yourself committed To the ranks of those who thought I was insane. You were so glad I kept my faith and persisted But, now it ends, "All my love's in vien." And so, while everyday comes by and passes I hope that you would die For ever giving me a prayer Only to answer with a lie I should have seen what was going on before you decided Which of us would fill your womb and take your hand. The rain would've made strong the young man you sheltered But, to me you sang, "Come on in my kitchen."
thanks, Meeshka! i wish i could listen to your sound link, i'm working through a public computer. dildo seems to use some fun equipment. no pun intended. unless it turns your on, then it was itended. thanks again. - Gypsy
i had a thought today during my bomb ride over here.... i definately know that i display my anger through different personalities. these personalities are really just impersonations of people i've encountered or picked up traits from. still, these jokes i have with myself display my fustrations with life. perhaps it's a good thing that i have these "characters" with me to take the load off because, i doubt good ol' Joseph C. Hocking could withstand all at once the things that are part of his "tough shit" life. so, i think i'll continue expressing whatever rage or anger or thoughts i might have about anything or anyone but, be sure to perform these expressions with a trained professional, like myself! ahhh, i love getting stoned and figuring things out! peace out, y'all! oh, BTW- i finished Bluebeard yesterday just before the fooz-ball game. wow. just wow.
You're gonna call me a **** and then ask for your IT ticket stub. Balls of steel or stupidity? You decide...
wait, wait, wait... after knowing that i just simply want you to die, you are shocked by my thinking (with incredibly GOOD REASON) that you are a **** aswell?!?!? how is THAT so much more offensive?
To be honest, I'm really not offended with anything you say...I just let it roll, I have the ability to choose what bothers me and what doesn't. I was simply pointing out that it wasn't smart to call me a **** 2 seconds after asking for your ticket stub back. I'd rather burn it that give it to you.
lol. I'm SURE nothing i say bothers you, and that you have the ability to not let ANYTHING bother you. why couldn't have you have practiced that when we were together? and i posted that BEFORE i asked for my ticket back but, it doesn't matter anyways because i say how i feel about you any time my mind thinks of you. so, you rather burn my ticket stob before you ever give it back to me? well, i'd rather take your duaghter's virginity than father her for a quarter of my lifetime. oh, BTW- could i have my Fender Tweed guitar case back?
Meeshka, i want to clearify that when i replied to your post i thought you were a chick. after i read everything under your name, i realized that you're a 62 yr old brotha! peace anyways, dude!
Yeah...my daughter's virginity for your ticket stub. That's a good deal. What the fuck's wrong with you. Stop asking me for anything. and guitar case is loooooooong gone...
no, see, i wasn't offering a trade. i was only stating a fact. just as you would like burn my ticket stub to IT rather than just giving it to me (which you already have), i would much rather enjoy horny fruit that will spring from your body than be the father of any of your children. you misunderstood.
Any post in this thread from now on that is as offensive and off topic will be deleted. Aphrodesiac - there are ignore lists and you have heard of them. We choose how we react. Just relax ... take a deep breath and go deeper.
Palm Sunday...... neat book! i'm almost through. he said his son Mark went insane and became well and also went on to become a mental health doctor of sorts. he apparently wrote a book too called "the eden express" which is an account of his journey through insanity. i think i'll check that one out next along with a fifth vonnegut novel.
