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Posted: 5/14/2005 4:06:41 PM | Here's a quick one for you all :)
The return of someone from your past (someone good lol):
“Welcome Back”
Welcome back
For you’ve been gone so long
We didn’t even recognize you
Yet you’ve made our hearts grow strong
Welcome back
For you’ve survived in your missions
Nobody knows how important this is
Since you appeared in their visions
Welcome back
For we wondered what happened to you
As time rapidly passed us by
We new that our dreams would come true | |
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Posted: 5/14/2005 4:28:32 PM | Hi yas...the weekend is here and the rain falls quiet in the trees....such a peaceful space....Had a week fileld with the company and now...a breath
hows them eggs goat? ;-) only you could paint such pictures ......such words you have....
hope the holiday is well pickles.....gotta watch them italian gigolos :)
rory you inspire me.....
To all the rest of you barn patrons---Love the writes here as always.....
She had dreams of spurs today
Horses gallant on their hooves
Musical merry go rounds
In the spring of winter
The child sees plastic smiles
She whispers to the sky
Happy brand new day
Waving to the Ferris wheel of fear
She takes a seat
From above she sees her daughter
Sitting in an oysters shell
Silent and serene
Suspended in motion
Floating on a water ride
Gently coasting below
Sunlight warming her soul
The sun hot, she fears
Burns to her skin
She is safe behind these bars
Below sits the carnival caked in dust
Feet black with soot from the walk
Clear was Time amongst the clouds
The ride slowed in the air
Then stopped
She could taste tiny droplets of life
She trusted herself today
If she could hold that breath
Those tears of pain
Not pass it on as an unwanted gift
Walk through paths of glass horses
Feel Gravel alive with wilting flowers
Eventually building stone castles of clay
Tasting dogwood on her tongue
Sleeping on pillows of hyacinth
She wakes to a brand new day | |
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Posted: 5/14/2005 5:33:16 PM | Arrr....how are ya'll? Yeah? Me too.
The weather is far too nice to be in here...I have a deck that needs attention and the gracing of my giant ass on that Comfy Chair. Me and a beer and a book...maybe just the beer.
I'll be back in an hour or two, but first:
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I Watched Some Star Trek and Drank Guinness
Captain’s Log, Stardate…
I forgot my watch
I’ve been here for what
Seems like hours now
Fighting off the effects
Of All-Bran
And nature’s own laxative:
Buffalo wings, salsa and nachos
Mr. Scott tells me:
“I canna change the laws of physics!”
So the wax ring under the toilet
Can’t be widened to accommodate
The Certain Passage of a Certain Amount
Of a Certain Material
I won’t relate this to the time
Klingons circled Uranus
It’s been said before, too many times
A running joke on the bridge
Mr. Spock couldn’t find the humour in it
Anyway
He didn’t laugh at my knock-knock jokes
Or my impression of Sean Connery
Telling those same knock-knock jokes
Lt. Uhura said the hailing frequencies are open
But she isn’t listening to anyone these days
Mr. Sulu is busy with Mr. Chekhov
Somewhere in the shuttle bay
Doing something with crotchless tights
And zucchinis
They said it was a rehearsal for a play
No one wants to bring me any paper
To take care of these Klingons
I’m so alone
And it smells so bad
And I think the flush handle is broken
On the Captain’s chair
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Yup...it sucks. What can you do when you live in a shoe and your best friends are toes?
That was a rhetorical question...no one has to answer that one.
Alrighty...later on I shall arrive and say howdy to the fellow dwellers of Ye Olde Barne. | |
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Posted: 5/14/2005 5:36:54 PM | Hehehe... anotha great write from the Goatmaster!!!
Thanks guy... always lovem!! | |
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Posted: 5/14/2005 6:53:24 PM | well done dearest goat!!.......yes, a rhetorical question i know...however, you could move to a boot, provides more ......breathing space.....your wit is grand..... thanks for the laugh,,,,
i needed it...nothing like the oldies....( you dun jim and old spock proud)
I love the flavour of the bran - oops barn, gotta watch my typin.
catch ya all later | |
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Posted: 5/14/2005 8:41:01 PM | I are back.
Did you notice I went somewhere...fully clothed and then came back? Didya, huh? I crossed the street all by myself and everythin'...
No, I guess not.
Hello Breathing...I could move to a boot, but all that were left are rubber boots and you know what the atmopshere is in there. Thanks fer the kind words, muh dear...I do appreciate them...but your poetry is absolutely deeeeeeVINE! You have this indescribable way about your words...you massage them, love them, kiss them tenderly and lay them down. God, but do you have a great talent.
Molly...speaking of talent. Have you ever visited the tunnels of Moose Jaw? Rumour has it Al Capone himself was there and even moved his bowels just below the gift shop? It's true..every single word of it. I do love your style, too. You get me laughing and thinking all in the same, choking spasmodic breath. Bless ya.
Rory...oh, yeah! You are still one of my favourite poets..besides Al Purdy and a couple of others. But you're my favourite LIVING poet. That's enough all by itself. Keep on creating and keep on coming here. If it's posted somewhere else, I'd probably miss it. I don't seem to stray from the barn all that much these crazy, busy days lately.
Frrostsy...good to see you here again. "Wash Away" was something quite transcendental for me. It took me beyond my experiences and to another place. I gave deep consideration to your words and the place I ended up after reading them. That's what good, strong words should do...ya nailed it right outta the park. Thanks.
Sukari...the dentist. Urgh...I haven't been there for about 20 years and I have my first appointment in two weeks. I probably won't have an ocean view, being in Saskatchewan and all. I will be presented with a choice of a TV set permanently tuned to Oprah or a grand view of the parking lot. Either way I'll stare at the ceiling until the Molar Rape is done with. Lie back and think of Mother England, dear... Loved your words...so absolutely descriptive.
TexasOilTrash...Howdy, there. You left a lot of thoughts behind like vapour trails for me after that post. There be poetic seeds in those words, by Gar. Interesting... Oh, and welcome to the barn, too.
Pickles...hello, you world-traveller. I thought you may have gotten mauled by another Italian there...you know, some two-legged, testicularly-motivated young man with a lot of hands and no brains. Good to see you here. Two pieces of advice: Don't make toast in the bathtub and don't fry bacon naked. It ain't all good. The bacon was good, but the pork-flavoured blisters weren't. Play safe and come home soon, eh?
Benderez...you look familair, but then again my memory is an odd and fluid thing. I didn't try to steal your girlfriend or owe you money, did I? If I did the latter...I'll pay you back when I can. If the former...she had needs. Welcome to the barn. Pet the goat. Smell the smells and savour the poetry that flows through here. I rather like your poem, too. I have to confess I thought of "Welcome Back, Kotter" when I read it. Sorry. My little mind is a bit weird at times...most times. Pretty much all the time, really.
Eagle...now you look familiar. Good to see you again, bruthah. And thanks.. there's plenty more where that came from. Don't be a stranger, eh.
Okey-dokey-pokey. I'll be here tomorrow. Be ready for the sermon. Wear your best clothes and be ready to nuh-EEEEL for the luh-ORRRRD!
Amen. Get some sleep. See you tomorrow. | |
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Posted: 5/14/2005 9:06:55 PM | | Couldnt ever be a stranger.... the words becon us!!! lol... its always a delight to see that your still here under the same pen... constantly putting out the same delightful work. I cant wait for the book signing... maybe then I will be able to put a face to your name...lol. Take care brotha!!! | |
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Posted: 5/15/2005 9:26:55 AM | Hey Goat and all
Better avoid this place......sand hot enough to fry an egg ...if'n you dig deep enough
Almost fried the pinched behind. Smell like Lucifer ans my swim suit is brown and they claim these waters\ mud baths\sulphur is good for you?? Smells like the barn Goat
Saw an apartementi today....may get out of the next Canadian winter 
Vesuvius is extinct, right????...............Right????
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Posted: 5/15/2005 9:31:13 AM | Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!
It's Sunday, and you know what that means! Can't wait to hear from the Book of Lard.
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Posted: 5/15/2005 10:40:36 AM | Howdy all. Good to see you here for today's sermon from the Book of Goat. We'll stick with the Psalms for now until I come up -- er, I mean -- decide to read from the other books within this mighty tome.
First, the meet and greets....
Eagle...I dunno about the books signing. Who would buy this stuff? And if they did, would they let me sign it with a crayon or a jiffy marker? Actually, who would publish it in teh first place? I mean besides a university press? But I do appreciate the words, my old buddy. Always good to see you here and still posting and kicking around the boards.
Pickles! You're alive! Your ass is still intact! I heard the Pompeii area has a bit of an odour about it, but I haven't travelled further east than Manitoba so I wouldn't know. Vesuvius is still on the dormant list, as far as I know...if you hear rumbling, get out of Dodge.
Agent...howdy-do to you and you're the first one in the chapel. Keener. I guess we'll begin then...
Everyone rise. Please adjust your pants and put your left foot in. Okay, now take your left foot out. Alright, put your left foot in -- and shake it all about.
Please be seated.
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Psalm 712 – The Book of Goat
Thy Lard doth proclaim after
One Reasonably Uncomfortable Brunch
That thou shalt not listen to Leonard Cohen songs
Before going to a fine mid-morning meal
With the In-laws
When Thy Lard hears Sir Leonard
He doth thinketh of naked women
And every woman becomes
A Frank Frazetta masterpiece
In His fertile mind
Especially when it is fuelled by fried and various
Pork products
Thy Lard almost wanted to order
Some cold oatmeal
And lay His Holy Parts in it
And think of the Queen
Lawn bowling naked
Save for her white gloves
Concealing her Tudorian man-hands
Her Royal Loose Skin
Flapping in the English breeze
Like the Union Jack with liver spots
God save the Queen
And God save us All
When she bends over to pick up the ball
….
Thy Lard hast lost His place
Something about cold oatmeal and Leonard Cohen…
…
Ah, yes…
Leonard Cohen’s music gets Thy Lard thinking Dirty
As He observed some fine young women
Fresh from church
Dining and chatting in thin cotton dresses
Waffles poised at their lips, laden with berries
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Thy Lard hath Pitcheth a Tent
Please be seated and avert thine eyes
Thy Lard must Adjust the Set
Amen
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Please rise. Put your right foot in. Now put your left foot in as well. Hard to do, ennit? I've been trying all morning and I think I bruised my tailbone.
It has occurred to me that I might be the only one who thinks of naked women after listening to Leonard Cohen. Of course, I think of naked women when I go and get the mail or eat breakfast.
D'ya think there's something wrong with me?
Hm...
Well, I guess it ain't nothing a bag of frozen peas duct-taped to my crotch can't fix.
Okay...church is out. Enjoy the day, ya'll. See you around, eh. | |
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Posted: 5/15/2005 1:55:40 PM | Hi alll..the words and heart here astound me....
Your Sunday sermon..........well dear goat you outdun yourself I say!! :) bravo...my belly hurts from the laughin.....Thank ya for you kind words....You look after this Barn well and offer up inspiration daily.......
has a been a loud Sunday around this ole' town.....I shall return.......
Broken traffic stop
Streets uprooted
Tar fills the air
Disruptions ahead
Flag girls N’ mini shorts
Hold signs saying “Slow”
Cars stop and stare
At their bleach blond hair
A man thinks do I dare
My mind bends
Then weaves
Then stops and descends
All is quiet inside their Merced’s Benz’s
I hear the motor in my chest
She waves quickly
For all to move slow
It’s time for the show
A drive down lakeside
Reaching for bubbles
Silently I release them into the wind
Opening credits about to spin
A quiet Sunday in the mountains
Driver screams to his wife
I’m tired of flowers and perfume
I want dandelions in the wind
You want of Another World
A slice of Reality inside Cosmopolitan
I’d prefer Necropolis and dying trees
The solidity of stones
The light flickers green
Ah yes, ain’t this the life
To argue and bicker
Respectfully passing the knife | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 5/15/2005 3:00:27 PM | Here it is in front of your face
Life is what you see
Take your time and pace
It will happen as you plan
The goals and dreams you have
No excuses, yes you can
Be strong,loyal and focus
For there will be mountains to climb
and evil that will poke us
Its the the strong that will survive
The goals and dreams will arrive
Its in front of your face
Life ... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 5/15/2005 3:24:18 PM | Well Good Evening all...
I must say wonderful writes being posted as always to the barn, nice to see some newcomers and my long time favorites..
Breathing I must say, your words are magical, if I could be able to paint a picture like your words do, I would be in awe of myself....please keep up the wonderful work and keep sharing...
Goat, hiya hun, love your sunday sermon as always...my only church going days belong to the goat...lol keep bringing sunshine and laughter into our days...
Well I know I missed lots, I am soooooo tired, I wrote this and now exhausted...lol...still think I have some of the bronchitis left, sigh Iguess I have to go to the doctors..yuck...anyone want to take my place?...lol
well nighty night...here is my post for the day...bye all...xoxoxo
Web Of Deception
Come into my web said the spider to the fly
I promise you sweet rewards don’t worry you wont die
Just come on in and pull up a seat
And share with me this magical feast
Red meat so juicy and bloody rare
White wine so sweet for us to share
Fancy pastries all tasting so divine
Come sweet child sip your wine
Listen to the music as it takes you in
Let it bring to the surface your underlying sins
Hold onto me as we dance and sway
Let me take all your troubles away
Close your eyes and just let things be
I promise you pleasures only you will see
Let us begin and there will be no more
Of pain and hurt and closing doors
Come a little closer and let me hold you tight
Surrender your neck hush child it will be all right
Just relax little one and close your eyes
You will feel euphoria and want to fly
The music plays on as I drink you in
Trying to find the point where your soul I win
Oh there it is sweet child you’re finally mine
A servant child of mine till the end of time
Now go rest little one the deed is done
Your troubles are now completely gone
Leave me be I must prepare my web again
For the next little fly finding comfort from the rain…
Miz... | |
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Posted: 5/15/2005 3:35:39 PM | Sulphurous smells wrap around my bod
Guess I'm in hell,
Certainly not with God
Lucifer plays with my mind
Smelling odours like I was blind
Do I want to remain
Do I want to have waters stain
My new Cozzie
(To those of you who are perplexed, a swimsuit in English text)
Hang on while I smote a mozzie
Coming back to less pungent smells
I am homesick............can you tell?
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Posted: 5/15/2005 3:45:18 PM | breathing and Goat, thanks so much for the very kind words. Both of you are an inspiration to me, as well, along with many other Barn dwellers.
breathing, loved the last line of your last write.
Goat, sorry I couldn't come up with anything for the communal plate. Howzabout next week I just set down some old Holy gonch, and drape it around the stainless-steel handlebars?
Hi, Miz, and the rest of y'all......
Goat, you mentioned you don't check out much of anyone's efforts on different threads any more. Here's one from a thread which got deleted, for some reason, a few days ago:
SILHOUETTE
Dark figure flowing in the fishbowl of your window,
your outline a carbon of my absent sweetheart,
you swim with longing into my mind's constrictions,
an anemone oscillating to hidden music.
Fights, leavetaking, regrets, aching make-up
across a continent distilled in your storied waves
instructing through sweeping movement secrets
of our unsatisfied hearts, beating febrile and violent.
I put her name on you, and, unfettered, weep
as I wept the last time I moved in her,
tearing pride accidentally like
a part in a red-and-white evening dress.
Your swinging arms drape, insouciant, innocent
or overcoming of similar aches, I don't know.
Keep dancing, dear, keep dancing.
Break this reed of sadness with sprouting beads
of sweat; weave and turn, drop and rise
till your promise sets in my head like a gold filling
I can't remove and so preserve my desire. | |
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Posted: 5/16/2005 7:09:52 PM | hey hey all...How flows your mondays........
Thanks miz, for you generous words...magical....hmmm, I think it is easier to see magic in the writing of others......you have a great heart miz- Your words speak of you and the space you are in.
Rory- You have some great writes. I think we all inspire each other...
this great lil barn.....tended by a goat with a big ole' heart. your wit echoes long after the last word is read......
To all the rest of you fine barn dwellers, I am catching up on reading, slowly......
now to reflect on the day past.
The band plays on
A make shift Merle
Haggard from years of whiskey
Hums Okie from Muskogee
They dance the beat
Old renditions of Willie
Permeate the Sunday heat
They walk the grounds of the day
Toes touch as hands meet
Sharing hot dogs along the way
Wandering on streets
Sprinkling of rain
The world quietly retreats
The melody of a Sunday song | |
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Posted: 5/16/2005 8:10:51 PM | Howdy all.
Breathing, it's funny you should ask how the Monday flows for us. It wasn't the worst day for me, but it wasn't the best. I'm a little tired and cranky, so I'll just drop a bomb here and take off.
Keep your mouths closed for this one, lest ya'll taste it:
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Monday Sucks
Itchy, ****y cranky hot
That’s all there is up in this lot
Wafting for the rain to cool things off
But the clouds hang back, seeming to scoff
A true poem may lurk in this yet
On this, I would not place a bet
Could this be a poem borne out of futility
Lacking in depth and serving no utility?
A promise: A poem a day until I die
So this can qualify as an honest try
Now to plunk this down in the barn
It ain’t my best but…oh, darn…
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With a good night's sleep I'll be back in fighting form. Or something.
G'night ya'll.
Hey, Breathing...bless you for your kind words. You are a blessing, y'know..
Okay...see yer tomorrow. | |
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Posted: 5/17/2005 3:35:52 PM | G'day all...a wet, wet tuesday here, grey and dark ..... arggghhhh ......
Well Dear Goat, I hope Tuesday brought you a sense of calm.....Love your words, I surely does......
I'll serve this one up and see where it lands.....
Marriage ended in love
Your 30 my love
My fault
The balls in your court
Let’s begin
That’s out of bounds
You’re always serving back hand
How do you expect me to catch that?
Your serve was flat
Alright, I’ll try again
“Shut up”, It wasn’t out
Listen here. Let’s work on our game
Is it love? That is it, I’m going to win
What are you mumbling?
I can’t hear you for the wind
You keep changing the rules
Make up your mind
Let’s try again
You need to win, don’t you?
What’s wrong?
Afraid of the game
I was ready for that one
Is that game point?
Can I just stand out?
I know how to play
You’ve yet to learn the game
I’d say you’re in trouble
Let’s play doubles
I have skill with more than one
We can volley
Let me catch my breath
I’d prefer to play singles
I have experience with that
I’ll stay on my side
You stay on yours
Game Set Match
That’s it
I quit
Now you may play solo
So this is the best of seven
This game was a flop
You should have explained the rules
So what does love mean again?
I don’t think you played fair
The court is all yours | |
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Posted: 5/17/2005 4:56:34 PM | walking in a garden...paper in hand...cotton....so that you can get it wet...or erase without making holes in it... a pencil...forgot the eraser...sitting down to try to draw..sketch really...it is not where you put the lines...where the graphite lays on the paper...but rather where there is nothing that makes the picture...
gradations of color...light and shade...taking a look at the flower...putting it on the paper....drawing before you ever touch the paper..drawing lines until you get the best then making it darker....looking at the shades of color in the flower...trying to translate that to paper with only graphite..sun behind your back...shade on the flower....stamens anthers...filament..pistil...stigma...petals...sepals...veins...what is most important to show in the picture. | |
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Posted: 5/17/2005 6:49:51 PM | Hello all. A grey, rainy day here in Toon Town. The farmers in the area must be absolutely out of thier minds with this rain...they've been complaining about the dry weather already...
Such is life in Saskawheat...
Well, not much time tonight. A quick bow to the poets who stopped by...Breathing (hello, you) and Sukari (and hello you too).
Alrighty...here's my daily plop:
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Signs of Non-Life
There’s an empty bottle of Robitussin
In the alley
It’s been there since early April
It used to be beside the fence
Almost obscured, almost buried
Now it’s two blocks further east
And dead-centre in the middle of the alley
Where no tires tread
There isn’t enough in the bottle
For a Robo Rage
Actually there’s not even enough in there
To stop a cough
Even if it is a tickle
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The bottle is still there. Still about the same place where I saw it this morning. It seems to be migrating east along the alleys along 33rd street. Maybe it's spawning and trying to get to the river?
Hm...
Anyhoo...I should have a nap soon. Rest my achy, breaky bones. See ya'll tomorrow, eh. | |
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Posted: 5/18/2005 12:39:57 AM | Well, since it's kind of a dating site, I guess it's appropriate to mention I just chose to go exclusive with a gal I've been dating the past two months (non-POFer, BTW). I'll remain right here, though, to post my wayward verse and trade jocular profundities with all.
SPRING SKY
Piebald sky--
blind emotion,
folding knuckles,
serene corollas--
over aqua
network seas.
Shudder of silk
threading morning--
seeded vista.
Falling light.
Noon specters.
Matted air. | |
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Posted: 5/18/2005 4:09:43 AM | Good for you Rory, it seems like love so to speak at least relationships are being found by many this spring, nice to see...
Well all, I haven't been writing much, but probably will since I won't see my guy for 6 days as he is off to sudbury to see his family..sigh...oh well thats life, so I think my mind shall create and keep occupied..lol
Goat as always you crack me up, gotta keep an eye on that bottle, who knows what its up to...might be spawning like you said, and hell we don't need anymore yucky cough medicine roaming around..
Breathing, wonderful work, you can make anything come to life...
Take care for now everyone, will stop in later when I wake up some more....need more coffee first..
 
Miz | |
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Posted: 5/18/2005 1:46:48 PM | "Run" (By Snow Patrol) One of Frrostys' favorite songs.
How you feel when you steal a princess soul from within the hungry harem of the devil.
The devils pit.
RUN
I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done
And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads
Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
If you like the words...you should hear how they are sang and presented in the song. | |
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Posted: 5/18/2005 7:18:14 PM | Hey. Another busy day and a little more busyness to go before tomorrow rolls around...so it's a post n' run.
The only thing I have in my head right now is this, after a rainy couple of days in Saskatoony:
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Between the Raindrops
You were with me in that warm morning rain
You were beside me in that mud and grit
You glanced too when each dog barked
And near miss of almost every passing car
You were with me when I washed the gravel
Out of my hair with cool rainwater rushing
From a garage’s convenient rainspout
People stared at you too like you were a societal outcast
Not safe and dry in our cars like them
But more safe and deliciously connected than ever
Than they could be
Locked in glass boxes
You laughed as well at their open stares
And urged me to get moving on
I swear our hands touched
Slick with rain, heated with sure knowledge
Your eyes, so brilliant
Your smile, so radiant
We didn’t need the sun today
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That's for someone who's been on my mind all day today.
Good to see all of you here, too. Nice to see Miz and Frrosty back for a bit...missed ya guys. Hi Rory! Breathing...as always, a distinct pleasure.
Did I miss anyone? Sorry if I did...post n' run...g'night. | |
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Posted: 5/18/2005 8:25:18 PM | hey ya all.....well goat, tis rain rain rain here too.......your words and the images you portray,,,,,, they are so vivid.......
hey Rory, spring is the time of love....Glad that you're stickin around, would be a shame to lose a fine poet.
Hey miz, thanks for your sweet words... I will be watching for yours...
G'nite all ;-)
Snapshots
Windows in the rain
Fake marble tables
Coffee in a paper cup
Rot iron chairs
Moldy green
Spinning bar stools of mud
Cardboard mannequins
Wrap around scarves
Shoes atop the sand
Woven baskets of bamboo
Silver tequila on a shelf
Tickets to a show | |
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