| crayons dipped in pheonix fire
Posted: 6/13/2008 7:21:52 PM | This thread is way too deep for my simple mind...but....I think this song fits in perfectly....so here's my contribution.....:)
DAVID WILCOX
RIVERBOAT FANTASY
Sittin' on a riverboat
Havin' a party
Me and my Cajun Queen
She's turnin' twenty-one on the Mississippi river
Headin' down to New Orleans
The year is 1894
Oh come on mama
And love me some more
Her dark eyes flash
Like a gambler's rings
She shakes her pretty head and sings
Life for me is a riverboat fantasy
Watchin'the sun go down
A rock and roll band
With a reefer in my hand
Now look at that wheel go around
Cocaine kisses and moonshine Misses
That's the life for me
I'm sailing away from my heartache
On a riverboat fantasy
Can't think, can't drink
Anymore whisky
I could'a drunk a river dry
Mmmmm...this old boat she's
Just sittin' in the moonlight
Catchin' the gleam in her eye
Showers of rain come pourin' down
The sky full of stars
Like a french lace gown
Shimmer, glimmer
I think I'm gonna fall
Whoops catch me mama, that's all
Life for me is a riverboat fantasy
Watchin' the sun go down
A rock and roll band
With a reefer in my hand
Now look at that wheel go around
Cocaine kisses and moonshine Misses
That's the life for me
I'm sailing away from my heartache
On a riverboat fantasy
Delta sun beats down like a hammer
Mmmm....it gives the low down blues
I've got a cotton gin
I'll weave and spin
And shake the dust from my shoes
I made my money
I found me a honey
To tickle me under my chin
When mornin' comes
I'll ride into town
And worry 'bout the shape I'm in
Life for me is a riverboat fantasy
Watchin' the sun go down
A rock and roll band
With a reefer in my hand
Now look at that wheel go around
Cocaine kisses and moonshine Misses
That's the life for me
Yes it is
I'm sailing away from my heartache
On a riverboat fantasy...
 for you Miss Coolio Ash.... | |
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Posted: 6/13/2008 10:20:49 PM | bdawg, honey, my ass is draggin'
'cause I done drunk all six of the beers
that I had left in the fridge there bud
sorry....ain't had company in years
me and ya honey will run to the store though, hon
but before we go, hand over the bag and some papers
well...you don't have to....but it'd be in your best interest
if you wanna happy muse for later
so lady bugg....hop in the truck babe
and get to rollin' us a big ole fatty
gotta get some beer for ya fella there
his bytchin' is drivin me batty
and bdawg, while we're gone, hon
couldja tidy the place up a bit?
been drinkin on cold beers by the pool all day
and this house is startin' to look like shit
put in that tune you was playin lady bugg
we'll crank up the tunes and ride to town
drives the fellas crazy...when they see two ladies
ridin in a truck with the windows down
meow......ahem.....RAAAAAAARRRR...
i ain't "lion"  | |
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Posted: 6/13/2008 10:29:16 PM | I'd be more than happy
to roll ya a big ole frappy
but then you'll have to listen
to my canine hissin'.....arf
you southern folk
make me wanna toke!
kinda strange for a vanilla girl like me...
w00t...
ps....I am..........roar.. | |
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Posted: 6/14/2008 6:44:03 AM | mmmhmmmm......go head girl....blame it on tha southern folks....but I've done heard bout you crazy Canadians.....best bud I ever smoked used to come from Canada....and actually this Vanilla girl don't toke nor drink near as much as she used to.....except for on days that end in "y".....i kid, i kid.....
I'd bet my truck on the fact that your head hurts this mornin'.....lol....bless your heart....
thanks for stoppin by Lady....that tune was most killer....
please do come again....but if you're gonna bring your dog widja ima start totin' a rolled up newspaper to keep him offa my leg......hope you don't mind if I smack your dog around a bit....hee...hee....only bad thing is, he seems to like that shyt...
*muah* | |
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Posted: 6/14/2008 7:25:10 AM | I had but one color left,
so I painted the canvas black
and called it death!
and as I slept, the eyes
of the canvas smiled
upon my slumber,
coaxing my soul
into the darkness,
Awaking next morn,
I was greeted,
not by a black canvas,
but one the color of
my soul! | |
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Posted: 6/14/2008 7:26:22 AM |
I'd bet my truck on the fact that your head hurts this mornin'.....lol....bless your heart...
Mine's just fine
but, she might not even be alive
we'll see if she crawls out from under the porch
me? hell, I'm ready to go somemore
hope you don't mind if I smack your dog around a bit....hee...hee....only bad thing is, he seems to like that shyt...
you don't need permission to beat this hound
just don't send me to the pound
or send me off to get me fixed
I wanna keep my balls to lick
 arf
edit: oh, mornin MD | |
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Posted: 6/14/2008 9:05:59 AM | my three brothers Harry ,Dick and,Tom
the middle one got reefing til sick
the other has been dead since viet nam
the one that purple hazed was****br>the other one that spiritually died was Tom
that leaves the worst for last
Harry drank and drank til he passed
that's what life is like when addiction rules
ephemereal spirits and sickened fools | |
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Posted: 6/14/2008 3:44:51 PM |
that's what life is like when addiction rules
ephemereal spirits and sickened fools
not quite sure how to take these words......considering the posts that were right before it.....ever read the rest of my thread?....I'm hoping that i've misunderstood the intent of this post...did it ever occur to you that every poem written here is in and of itself?...that maybe, juuuust maybe, we were light heartedly jokin' around?..........I wasn't high nor drunk when I posted that, just a little story tellin' time if you will......not that I owe you, or anyone else for that matter, an explanation, but you're gettin' one anywayz....
fools, eh?......try "lost souls"..."injured hearts"...."weary minds".....I find that we are genetically predisposed to addictive tendencies.....and that's just the "nature" part of the debate...
don't even get me started on the "nurture" part....I could go on for days....I imagine that the same tendency to being human that caused me to be an addict at some point is the same one that has predisposed you to thinking you're holier than thou at this point...
if you'd like to discuss this further feel free to send me a message.....but as for my thread....keep your arrogance offa my thread....period.....
"Arrogance and rudeness are training wheels on the bicycle of life -- for weak people who cannot keep their balance without them."
I leave you with a write of mine that is already posted on this thread....but since those that are judgmental usually don't put too much time, effort, or study into the things that they claim to know so much about, I imagine that you've never read this before:
Like it will never end...
this ever-changing light that shines...
I may dance to a different tune...
But I can assure it's all mine...
A long time ago I learned
that living for others proved to be quite tiring
Those that try to shoot me down, while I dance around,
will miss and keep on firing
Anger has no home here
although on rare occasion it stays for lunch
I've fought enough fights, been read my rights
and recieved one too many a punch
Someday this life will be over
and the half that I didn't control sopped up pain...
So until the lights shut out, in the heart and this soul..
I'll hang around here and try to act sane..(kinda)
Judgement to be placed on 27 years,
is critical, usually, I find...
but upon dropping all charms, and meaning no harm...
there's no mirrors and smoke to my kind...
I mean what I say when I say it
I live alone, and have for nearly 10 years...
You tell me what causes a woman to do such...
Go ahead, please, dress my fears....
My shoes, I'd let you wear them...
If I could find them, i think they are lost
But I'll gladly run barefoot in sand or in grass
if merely losing my shoes is the cost
Or losing the good graces of others
because that too can prove to be of no worth
It's just God and me
Living in this brand new city
and all that's certain is a death and a birth.
"Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes. "
-Walt Whitman
and I do contain multitudes baby.....and then some... | |
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Posted: 6/14/2008 4:21:19 PM |
did it ever occur to you that every poem written here is in and of itself?...
And before the lava erupted from the volcanoe
the ground began to rumble
the peasants clutched their virgin daughters
as enters the devil
I'm gonna ramble here for awhile, darlin
put away all stray children
what do they call them?
not cupids.. that's it.. cherubs
took me a moment
but, I recalled it
had to think of butterfly wings
tolerance
It ain't easy for me
I'd just as soon give him a verbal beating
but, that would cross the lines of my jurisdiction
you just tell him that he's a d1ckhead | |
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Posted: 6/14/2008 4:31:56 PM | Let he, who has not sinned,
cast the first stone!
and I looked in the mirror,
lowered my head,
laid down my weapon,
and walked away.
My crayons, dipped
in Phoenix Fire,
melted my heart,
and I painted the world
with Love!
this is a beautiful thread, with beautiful people, all sharing one thing....a passion for writing! When there is a crack in the road, we fix it, and drive on again. | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 8:47:57 AM | I do not speak of arrogance
I only poetically describe my brothers
Too bad you took offense
I would not if I had my 'druthers | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 9:16:06 AM | i color my words
with the crayons needed
to express deep inside
i use red, black or grey
to describe the pain i suffer today
or lighter hues of peach and green
to describe a time i was feeling...
please not be offended in what you see
as i change my colors and strokes
pressing hard on the crayon it breaks
changing colors i discover
i'm not scribbling for you but me
trying to find my heart's voice
the paper rips
i trip
sometimes i feel i have no choice | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 2:19:36 PM | fission mission.....the apology that you sent is most accepted........I just ask of you one favor....could you help me pull my foot outta my mouth?......the timing of that post paired with my "touchiness" about being judged made for a pretty big screw up I suppose.....and I'm most sorry.......damn, there I go bein' human again (prone to error)....lol....guess we all are, eh?....sooo please accept my apology as well.....excuse my random bytchiness (as I am a wee bit jaded)....and please feel free to post your feelings here again....
and rose....well said babe...and then some....
please not be offended in what you see
as i change my colors and strokes
pressing hard on the crayon it breaks
changing colors i discover
i'm not scribbling for you but me
trying to find my heart's voice
the paper rips
i trip
sometimes i feel i have no choice
feelin' these words! | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 6:59:01 PM | Sitting in right
drunk off my as s
with ten other guys
talkin trash
you cant hit it, sissy
whattayou weigh a buck ten
we're not gettin a homerun ball
heard a crack of the bat and then
no we didn't get it
it was about thirty feet to our right
would had to step on heads to ge there
and wouldn't a been such a nice night
lady in front wore a little beer
buddy thought she wanted some
patted her off a little
and then turned the job over to her husband
was a hell of a game
exciting, a real cliffhanger til the end
ceptin they got kinda smoked
but yes i would go again | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 7:23:59 PM | writing is a
socially acceptable
form of schizophrenia.....
~e.l. doctorow
i've read 2 of his books...
ragtime
and
the book of daniel
fell in love with the way
he paints pictures with words
he makes me cry silently
and laugh out loud
such skill...and wonder
came across his quote today
ah yes..
there he is...
still reading my heart
speaking my mind
now safely diagnosed
i smile
(which i do when i'm not crying)
his words know me
and understands | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 10:35:35 PM | did you know i was gone
were you able to tell
when we were outside the old house
finishing the century club and taking picures
cause i hadn't been home in months
did you feel done when you told me
you hadn't been running in awhile
that you spent most of your time at the bar now
and work took up the rest of it
that maybe you'd get back to it again someday
maybe you didn't know you
had everything it took to make it
that so many looked up to you
even us that had our own paths
don't want to see someone else fall
and you, when did you decide
that you'd never make it out of that office
that you'd be on that phone hawking crap for eternity
drawing me that line so you could 'drag me to hell with you'
give up on making it out and become part of the scenery
and when did you give up on your dream
when they took it away from you the first time
you should have gone back, no one's
opening the door for you, but your not looking for the door
your looking for someone to blame
all pieces of me that i don't want to leave behind
tell you what i'm not, and haven't stopped yet
you still look at me a remember high school nicknames
as i've covered the world four times
telling me something can't be done
sometimes it gets to me and i want to give it up to
sit back turn on spongebob and not think again
but something inside says it;s not your time to die
pushing back gets some all upset, but pushing back is the only way
keep on and you'll find it, keep on it's just one more step
are you getting back up
gonna push it out at least one more step
we're here, we're waiting, we're not trying to cure ourselves
of the disease, of the drive just yet,we're pushing back everyday,
running them over, and then backing up to do it again. Get up | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 10:43:22 PM | Rose that poem was verrrrrry enlightening! lol...liked it very much!
Eyes.....you are so much better than than that crap!
Get over it...move on!  | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 5:54:49 AM | Rose...i'm most definately gonna hafta check that out...sounds like some good readin'....actually sounds like "good" would be an understatment....funny way of puttin' it (the schizophrenia theory)....
eyes....both of these writes are most awesome....glad the ballgame was supa cool for ya....and that the recliner was comfy....and the futon....(lazy ass!! lol)
I knew you were gone
the air didn't feel right
when I walked in tonight...
those boots covered in mud
were no longer there to bytch about
and I noticed a few more missing things
as I walked the house throughout...
but that damned cat
is still here
was that for spite?
well....i finally thought of a name for him
as I he sits in my lap tonight...
Love
'cause that what he stands for
and he's not lost anymore...
(a boy cat named "love"...would that be as bad as a boy named "sue"? ...well...it'd build character...he'd be a tough cat I suppose) | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 6:27:15 AM | found this today.....loved it....wanted to leave it here...
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion -
I have shudder'd at it.
I shudder no more.
I could be martyr'd for my religion
Love is my religion
And I could die for that.
I could die for you.
~ by John Keats ~ | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 7:25:44 AM | For anyone willing to die for their religion,
how much more willing would they be
to kill you for it | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 7:43:33 AM | love
such a complicated
4 letter word
oh...i would die for it
lay my life on the line
for my children and their children
in a heartbeat
religion..?
well, that's a whole different topic
for me at least
the perversion of spirituality
the word itself makes me cringe
have spent a lifetime slowly backing away
am beginning to find myself
gently, sweetly, lovingly
through that 4 letter word
love | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 7:50:40 AM | great posts Ash, Transcend and Rose
I have always loved that line "love is my religion"...the world would be a better place if that were the only religion practiced. | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 6:07:28 PM | Float along
on this divinity, this sublime
draft the image
and paint outside the lines
reach to the shore
beyond the horizon
and chart the azimuth and zenith
of Andromeda
Tattoo the constellation
upon the back of the Kraken
and surf the tsunami
over the edge of the world | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 6:29:03 PM | I listened to her lies
from the back seat of the car,
tales of travel,
her journeys afar,
her riches and wealth
and homes by the sea,
and I listen still
to her lost reality.
The rain began to fall,
at the end of the midnight ride,
I dropped her in town
where I knew she could hide. | |
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