Thoughts for this Fall.....

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posted on Sep, 24 2008 @ 07:29 PM
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Punks with guns and knives
Rapping puns and living nine lives

Some only one
Some for not long
Short life detached cries

Mothers crying
Babies half dead or dying
Some still living in the mother
No one has any alibies or bothers to lie

Cops get by
On the promise of pensions
And road construction country clubs
No one wants to help the inner city sleeps
Most ignore their cries with no help or replies



[edit on 24-9-2008 by Excitable_Boy]




posted on Oct, 6 2008 @ 08:47 PM
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Fudge brownie boredom
Cheese Whiz squirt on my cracker
Finger prints all over my monitor bitch

Dancing with The Stars
Makes me want to stab myself
Though them gals have nice gitalongs

Wack it slap it
Smack it on the bing bong
With a Ching Chong game of ping pong

Dangle your dingle
And spread your goods
It's time to party with the sweaty woods



posted on Oct, 8 2008 @ 07:12 PM
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Lunch box affair
Hands down in the hair
And eyes on the prize money

Afternoon delight
Explode like dyno-mite
Jimmy Walker had trouble getting laid

Wearing a collar
Jump with every holler
She talks about you like you're a piece of ass

Be the good side
Else you will need to hide
You will wish you were dead before it even really began




[edit on 8-10-2008 by Excitable_Boy]



posted on Oct, 8 2008 @ 08:14 PM
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Again
Begins
Craving
Dramatic
Energized
Frustrated
Girl-Friends

[edit on 8-10-2008 by Excitable_Boy]



posted on Oct, 23 2008 @ 12:02 AM
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Orange, Red, Yellow and Green
The Colors of October, everywhere are seen
Leaves fall like rain they paint my windshield
I wish I had a camera to catch it
Its beautiful, and its real

Distracted by the leaves
I miss the light
Only to see a set of Cherries behind me
Perfect

He pulls me over
I smile my best
He writes me the ticket
"Surely you jest."
It's my birthday afterall!
Its torn into pieces, I'm sent on my way
Down to the Party, on Merrington Way

- Carrot



posted on Oct, 23 2008 @ 12:04 AM
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reply to post by Excitable_Boy
 


Humming
Intently
Joyfully
Klapping
Lovlingly
Monitoring
Never
Opposing



posted on Oct, 23 2008 @ 01:10 AM
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It starts with the Bass
Its loud, its pounding
Then its the drink
Its Vodka, its Red

The Music moves through
With one thought, one goal
To make it through
No dancing alone

Self-destructive
Completely insane
It's always so easy
The task is mudane

I'm broken
and I know it
Am I ready for the change?
I need to change.
I deserve the change.

Tomorrow is a new day
Bright and Shiny
Fresh and Clean
Tomorrow is coming
And I'm ready for it

- Carrot



[edit on 10/23/2008 by CA_Orot]



posted on Oct, 28 2008 @ 11:46 AM
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Already Christmas
shoppers in walmart
with no teeth.
People with no courage
People selling their minds
people dying for nothing.

As I stroll down the street
I see your face
the wind caresses the face of whores
Children sing about Baby Jesus
in front of brick houses

A million lost sunsets
over all in darkness
over all who live in deserts
Over all with layers of love

Sweet song bless my mouth
Beauty bless my eyes
The world an art
Life a joy
The village comes to life again


[edit on 28-10-2008 by whaaa]



posted on Oct, 28 2008 @ 07:18 PM
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I want to walk along a snow covered Path
Spend Friday Night, surrounded by bubbles in the Bath
Read a Good book, watching the snow fall around
Nap by the fire, curled in a blanket, not making a sound

I want the feel of Cool, to remind me of what is
I want the taste of Rum and Eggnog, on my lips
Dress the Tree, and hang the stockings with care
Bake goodies all day, with plenty to share

The feel of Christmas, always lightens my Soul
With visions of Candycanes, and Snow on the Poles
The singing, the eggnogg, the tree, and the lights
My favorite is Family, Gathered Christmas Night

Dinners on the Table, the Centerpeice is Glowing
Mom made it last night, There's ribbons are flowing
The Table is Full, of Family and Friends
And for just one night, it feels like it won't end

Then Come's Damn Boxing Day.
Curses.

- Carrot



posted on Oct, 28 2008 @ 07:56 PM
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Christmas reminds me of death
The first Christmas without my brother
Then the first without my father...then mother

I ignored Christmas until I had a family of my own
One could usually find me in a Chink joint
Lit up like a Christmas tree

Getting acquainted with whores and floors
Drinkin', druggin', sluggin' and chuggin'
Not necessarily in that order

Loitering on the Mexican border
Enjoying the Mexican odor
Dancing with some Senorita with a goiter

Drinkin' and druggin' masks all deformities
Approves of debauchery and depravity
Hey officer, want to search my cavity?

I'm still not a big fan of Christmas
I still have ghosts that haunt my holidays
Christmas might as well be Halloween



posted on Oct, 29 2008 @ 05:47 AM
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It was a strange drive home.
The streets were dark,
the moon casts an amber glow.
The trees were dancing and limbs bending.
The wind, singing an eerie song.

There's a man walking along the road.
His arm outstretched, he needs a ride.
I'm all alone on this dark strange road.
And as I pass him our eyes meet for only a second.
But I drive on. Why do we live in such a fearful world?

What's that in the trees?
Hovering, moving against the wind
As a spirit would move against our deminsion.
It's just a plastic bag,
Get a grip on yourself.

The wind is picking up.
I'm still alone on this road.
At the stop sign the leaves spin and turn
As a tornado in the spring,
It engulfs my car, swirling and howling.
I sit there for a moment,
Savoring the signs of fall.

I catch a glimpse of someone in the rearview mirror.
Walking streadily towards my car.
It's him, I should go now.

Rush



posted on Oct, 29 2008 @ 01:52 PM
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In a fit of fear, I fight the urge to scream
He's there again, Always haunting my dreams
His voice, his touch, it scars my Soul
Nothing I can do, Nightmares take their toll

I left him once, I can do it again
How do you keep getting into my brain?
Tortuing my sleep, I'm suppsoed to feel Peace
Exactly the Opposite, I am not at Ease

I run through the forests, Escaping your grasp
At the end of the Clearing, you're there at last
Always wherever I don't want you to be
Why can't you move on? Just let me be

The Nightlights won't protect me anymore
You've gotten past them, into my Core
When the Music is Over, I turn off the Lights
Surrounded by glow, to protect my Nights

I can't escape you, At least not right now
I'll figure out how to beat you, I know I will somehow
I did it once before, and I'll do it again
Haunt your own dreams, Leave my past, My friend

- Carrot



posted on Nov, 1 2008 @ 12:34 PM
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Red sun setting on
flat mesa, west streaked
smoky guaze, chimney
mist around christmas
tree lots, aluminum
white tanks, winking
towers, pillows of smoke,
machinery in flames.

Old clarinets on the jukebox
while Poets chant to Allah
in the roadhouse on 550.
Blue eyed children dance
and hold hands. They came
from Las Cruses or Portales,
Ruidoso or El Paso.
I came in the Pickup,
hypnotized by the red tail lights
on the straight road void.
Greeted by tender lips
I give back a soft kiss
to the adolescent girl
hold me in your innocent arms
No more fear of tenderness
O Man of America, be born.



posted on Nov, 2 2008 @ 12:58 PM
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I drift in
Clouded in sin
Clouded by medication

I drag myself to the bar
And order caviar
The bartender thinks I'm retarded
I settle for tequila

I settle in my stool
And play the fool
Mixing tequila with drool

She's here
Drinking a beer
Appears to be cheerful
I get an earful
It makes me tearful

I'm half dead
She's half dressed
I remember her breasts

I drive home alone
I'm all done
GONE!










[edit on 2-11-2008 by Excitable_Boy]



posted on Nov, 2 2008 @ 01:10 PM
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I go home and put some Joy Division on. Shadowplay:

"To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you,
To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you,
I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you,
In a room with a window in the corner I found truth.

In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more,
As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor,
And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect,
But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left.

I did everything, everything I wanted to,
I let them use you for their own ends,
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you,
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you."


I don't remember if I blew my brains out before or after the song was over.






[edit on 2-11-2008 by Excitable_Boy]



posted on Nov, 5 2008 @ 02:07 PM
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I've craved the silence for so long
That I believed its what I wanted
Like an eighth rest held for a quarter
Instead of its alloted timing

A break in the music to turn the page
I've missed a beat, now I'm far behind
The rest of the band keeps playing
I'm forgotten among my fellow artists

Struggling to Catch up
To find my place
In this peice we're playing, called Life
I've missed so many measures

And I can't start again
There's no such thing as reverse
The band just keeps playing
And I keep searching for my place

- Carrot


[edit on 11/5/2008 by CA_Orot]



posted on Nov, 5 2008 @ 02:16 PM
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A girl with pink hair
Pinned against the Hallway wall
By a guy in a blue t-shirt
I envy the look in their eyes

I can't help but stare
They're making a scene, afterall
My own soul hurts
Just a little, sometimes

I want so much to understand
The secrets that they share
I don't understand her
I can't understand him

They're holding hands
Walking down the stairs
They're both so Sure
Nausea is setting in

I wish like hell I could understand
But goddamn it, its just my luck
That you're so far accross this land
And I'm, just a girl with Black Chucks

- Carrot



posted on Nov, 5 2008 @ 06:10 PM
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Chucks....
As in, Chuck Taylors?
I have a green pair and a double pair that are red white and black...sort of a city skyline in black on red and then white inside with one set of black laces and one set of red...had to have them when I saw them...limited editions and all that good crap. I have a fondness for sneakers.....

Not the best sneaks to have on when you twist your ankle.....


It's been a long time since I've twisted my ankle...



posted on Nov, 5 2008 @ 06:25 PM
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I gots the yellow and maroon one's
White lowtops splattered with paint
and some I painted silver after reading
Kurt Vonnegut. I forgot what color they were.



posted on Nov, 5 2008 @ 07:43 PM
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Criss Cross Laced
Classic Black Canvas
Low Tops, for slipping on
I live in those shoes
I want Red Ones...





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