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posted on Apr, 2 2009 @ 02:07 PM
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At my window I look
into the grey blue
gloom of dreariness.
I see the clouds in
their misty convulsions,
devouring each other
like Dante's holy spirits.
I want to be the raven
and caress the feathery
cloudtips.
Dark gray on gray
against blue.

I'm lost in your memory
your smell
your brown arm on denim.
The void with space and
no time.
Our breath moving
in the corners of the
room.




posted on Apr, 3 2009 @ 07:41 PM
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Elvis Presley was into chili fries
Chili cheese fries to be more accurate
They aren't bad but not something to eat every day
His heart was put to the test and ultilmately failed

The Queen doesn't like to be touched
I think Elvis touched her butt, that's another story
Elvis touched a lot of people with his "music"
Didn't want to touch his wife after she had Lisa Marie

Lisa Marie got real big recently, have you seen ?
Her daddy got real big later in life also
Stretched the imagination and plenty of polyester
Nicolas Cage wanted to have Elvis' grandchild

Nicolas Cage has gotten all crazy, right ?
Wacky hair and something not right with his face
I liked him back in the "Racing with The Moon" days
Or "Moonstruck" another movie with a moon in it

- EB







[edit on 4-4-2009 by Excitable_Boy]



posted on Apr, 4 2009 @ 03:13 AM
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It's starting to make me ill, like a bad dose
When I'm sitting here alone, without you close
Did I really just compare you to that?
I guess so... it's okay, just put on your hat

You know those days, up in the clouds
And your feet don't seem, to touch the ground
But the blue sky is eye level, the sea is low
The birds flying past, know where to go

Pavement. It's hard. It's rough and it hurts my,
My knees, while I pound away the misery
Because it's all I can do, to pass my precious time
What I wouldn't give, for a handful of dimes

This dark blue smoke, blackening my lungs
My chest is hurting, but it's all in good fun......right?
It just tastes so much better, when there's hard
Liquor involved, and makes me lower my guard

But in the end, all that matters will be
What I point to and say, "Yes that was me"
I was foolish then, with no experience or fears
Life, how it taints you, after a few more years

Of what could be, but the reality is
What is now, No, I don't feel bliss
I feel hurt.
I feel sad.
I feel.... exactly the way that you do.
Because that's who I am.
And that's my job, to identify.
Stop smothering me.
I can't keep breathing for you.


**

- Carrot



posted on Apr, 4 2009 @ 05:06 PM
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Nicolas Cage and Sean Penn were once friends
They had a falling out eventually
Sean thought Nicolas made too many stupid movies
He felt he was an "artist" and Nick made movies

Sean Penn is an arrogant prick
But has made some very good movies
He is a good actor don't get me wrong
But this year he stole the Oscar from Mickey Rourke

Mickey Rourke has always been cool
As far as I'm concerned anyway
So he went off the deep end for a while
Who hasn't.....doesn't he have the right ?

Mickey was great in Rumblefish
He was the Motorcycle Boy
And Matt Dillon played his brother
He set the fighting fish free and got killed

He was The Pope of Greenwich Village
He was the guy that had Kim Basinger
In Nine and a Half Weeks
My God she was a knockout then

What's up with her lately ?
She was smart enough to unload Alec Baldwin
Although I enjoy him as an actor
I think he is surely a prick in real life



posted on Apr, 5 2009 @ 12:38 PM
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A blessing

The house of the forgotten
Mentally and physically broken
Struggling souls know no where
Can't live alone
Can't kill themselves
Danny was just a kid
When the limousine ran him over
Dennis and Johnny were old men
Born as they were now
Used to the system
Used to the structure
Danny was confused by his changing body
Hormones struggling in a damaged shell
Caught in his own body hell
With the confusion came the biting
He bit himself and bled
That's how his mind handled pain
Block out mental anguish with pain
Long time no see he said when he saw me
He talked about his girlfriend
A girl at the day house who didn't like him
She was smarter than him
He struggled to understand what he didn't understand
Most of the smarter retards picked on him
Happens everywhere even in the retard homes
He was strong…could have kicked all their asses
But didn't know that so bit himself instead
A sad place with many workers unfeeling
I came to this discarded place
They didn't know how bad it was
They didn’t know what bad was
That was a blessing


- EB






[edit on 5-4-2009 by Excitable_Boy]



posted on Apr, 5 2009 @ 03:04 PM
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Eclipse

The only full day I remember
We walked to a park and played
Then we had to rush home
Total eclipse of the sun coming
It could harm us
We went in the house
We closed the blinds
My brother was over cautious

His cancer was in remission
I also remember fishing
And doing jigsaw puzzles
Next hospital trip was the last
Never saw my brother alive again
Total eclipse of my immortality

I was cut in half
The old me and the new me
The old me had an older brother
The new worked hard to be him
I lost my sense of me


- EB





[edit on 5-4-2009 by Excitable_Boy]



posted on Apr, 5 2009 @ 05:10 PM
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Two years ago today, something happened that changed my life
Grandpa had passed away, the ceremony, I had to sit next to his wife

She had insulted my grandmother, my aunt, my mother and me
I finally saw a side of her, I never thought I would see

Two years ago, I stood face to face, with a Piano, Cherry wood
And I had to sit down and play, even though I didn't think I could

So long ago, a dream I'd given up - due to my # the man attitude
He always supported me, when i quit, I never thought he knew

My fingers were stiff, and the bench was all wrong
How the hell, could I ever write a song?

When nothing was working, and tears streaming down my face
But I needed to do it, for Grandpa's sake

I got drunk and toasted and wrote the lyrics, that would lay my Granddad to rest
I put it all together two hours before, with a pounding in my chest

And when my Aunt's angelic voice, read the lyrics on the stand
An overwhelming power, came out through my hands

And although I'm not religious, the church filled with an energy I knew
I started to cry, but tried to keep time, tapping my shoe

And when it was over, I just sat and I stared
At these keys that played themselves, brilliantly paired

With the voice of an Angel, and my clumsy hands
We all said goodbye, weeping filled the stands

I said my goodbyes, as I closed the lid, so heavy
And I felt in my soul, the peace of Granddaddy


- Carrot



posted on Apr, 6 2009 @ 03:44 PM
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How long

In the beginning there was light
And it was out of sight
Then God created the birds and bees
The animals and trees
And it was good
Then came the human beings
Good was gone forever
Murder, greed and overkill
Thievery and cheap thrills
Rape, abuse and neglect
But intelligence separates us
From the animals and savages
We prefer dirty work behind closed doors
Only the insane and psychopathic
Like to do it out in the open
Top of the food chain
And bottom of the freedom train
How long before white’s not supreme
How long before human is human

How long
How long

White Christians believe
That they are the master race
The master religion
The only ones being "saved"
Every Jew hating one of them
Fearing the truth
Fearing judgment day and damnation
Those with God are at peace
In the beginning there was God
And greedy men created Jesus
Then they created new stories
New glories for their new god
It was good for the grifters
And shape shifters
Then came the non-believers
Those that thought for themselves
Those that were okay with God
The one true God
And evil was finally challenged

But for how long
How long

The strong knew their minds
They knew God
The weak came to destroy them
Try to destroy them everywhere
Strength makes the weak weaker
Evangelists lie harder
They yell more to force belief
While they spend your money
Molest your kids
And sleep with your wife
Christianity is corrupt
Religion is crap
God is cool and the answer
Is right there in front of you
We are all human
Right or wrong we’re all dying
God doesn’t keep score
Else Christians be shown the door

On your way now...so long
So long

- EB






[edit on 6-4-2009 by Excitable_Boy]



posted on Apr, 8 2009 @ 06:32 PM
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Two Babies

One baby with a good heart
One baby with a sick heart

Life support keeps one alive
While the other clings to life

Baby one comes off life support
But the poor angel tries to live

Donor baby’s heart gets sick
The one clinging to life clings on

One baby is back on the list
Two babies are dying

- EB





[edit on 8-4-2009 by Excitable_Boy]



posted on Apr, 9 2009 @ 01:30 PM
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Waiting

Some people are waiting
For some guy to come
And take them by the hand

They don't understand
If I was a tree in the forest
Would anyone come for me ?

I am a tree in the forest
I must scream to be heard
I am invisible for the trees

Lest I make myself known
Proclaim: " Here I am! "
What do you want of me ?

- EB




[edit on 9-4-2009 by Excitable_Boy]



posted on Apr, 14 2009 @ 07:26 PM
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Dark pirates
Dark purpose
No Disney here
No Captain Jack
These #ers are on crack
What's the mystery ?
Carry guns
And shoot the mother#ers
Little boats vs tankers ?
Are you kidding ?
HELLO
Wake up people
Get a clue
Kill the bastards

I think I'll grab a canoe
Paddle to the nearest bank
And rob it with a sling shot

HELLO



posted on Apr, 17 2009 @ 07:44 PM
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Ian

Wanted to die in his twenties
Ever since he was very young
He romanticized James Dean
He idolized Jim Morrison
Sometimes he sounded like Jim
His music was dark
Really the start of Goth
He had epilepsy
He danced like no other
Gyrating uncomfortably
Uncontrollably
But perfectly for him
Some compared it to his seizures
Sometimes
You couldn’t tell them apart
This was his art
His final dance wasn’t so graceful
Distasteful
Hanged himself
From above the kitchen table
Twenty four years old
The night before he was to leave
For His first tour of the United States
His first tour to worldwide fame
For him it was too painful
But he couldn’t say no
He couldn’t say no to his girlfriend
Couldn’t say no to his wife
His death was all he could control
He took control

- EB





[edit on 17-4-2009 by Excitable_Boy]



posted on Apr, 24 2009 @ 03:11 AM
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When he died he was twenty seven
He's probably not in heaven
He danced like a wild man on stage
Gripped the mic and screamed his rage

Wrote provocative words on paper
Challenged all who stood in his way
But he was way too fond of the vapor
He might be alive today

What I wouldn't give to see him live
What I wouldn't give to hear the "cry"
To hear him recite his broody poetry
"Choose the sign of your day, the day's divinity"

"The Crystal Ship" moved me in ways
That any musician would understand
The sounds wrapped around my ears
Kept me a loyal fan, for all these years

I curse that I was born too late in time
Missed woodstock, Janis and both Jims
Grace would have gone next I think
Maybe 1973, 2 years after him

But the best ones always seem to go too soon
Make you wonder what might have been
But at the end of the day, there's one thing left to say
The music is over, turn off the lights Jim


- Carrot

[edit on 4/24/2009 by CA_Orot]



posted on Apr, 25 2009 @ 05:14 PM
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Jim

I have always liked Jim
The talented poet turned rock star
Balancing intelligence with sanity
Losing constantly

I have always liked Touch Me
With the horns
I can see him on stage with the orchestra
I was alive then but maybe only seven

I didn't know of Jim then
I knew about skateboards and baseball cards
Bicycles and childhood mischief
Didn't obsess about dead people then

I'm fascinated with Ian Curtis
Curt Kobain and Steve Prefontaine
Prefontaine the rock star runner
I like dead people

- EB



posted on Apr, 26 2009 @ 02:23 PM
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Jelly bean hand outs
With condoms and condomints
Makes them taste better
Taste like jelly beans

Candy for the kiddies
And safe sex so there's no more
The Trojans were tough
And so are their rubbers

Wear you rubbers in the rain
To practice safe walking
Walking in the rain
To get to your girl's house

You get there wet
She's wet and eating jelly beans
You dry her off
With a jelly bean boom



posted on May, 12 2009 @ 07:31 PM
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Overlords
And warlords
Ultimate power
Rules ultimately
And ultimately fails
Someday
Your house of cards
Will come tumbling down
You won't have a penny
The world wide is dying
Those short sighted
Will die with it
Lord
And master
Hiding behind the curtain
Heading for disaster
Take your ball and go home
You're too thin skinned
Too thick headed
The lunatics
Are running the asylum
And they will burn it down



posted on May, 16 2009 @ 05:34 PM
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Once solid
The sad clown weeps in the corner
No Viagra can bring back that solidity
Or can it ?
Ref, can we get a ruling ?
Now he's not gold
Nor silver neither
Now he's the Bronze...
The Bronze makes you weak
You can't quit now Rockitanski
The world needs heroes
We're gonna give them their heroes back
Prefontaine wouldn't settle for Bronze
He went for the Gold

The Bronze makes you weak
Look at him
He thinks I'm silly looking
You can't kill me
Not for stealing a man's shoes

Ankle...




[edit on 16-5-2009 by Excitable_Boy]



posted on May, 16 2009 @ 06:24 PM
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reply to post by Excitable_Boy
 



The world needs hero's
and the overlords are
speeding thru the cosmic
streets stroking their golden
calf's.
Sterling clowns break
rainy gaps of time
with the great art
of desperation.

Bronze, solid
novices, deal with eachother
in princely gentleness, once
more recalling the famous
dead talks of other amateurs.



posted on May, 16 2009 @ 08:59 PM
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This one is aware
Silver fur and brass
revolver shine.

Fame you are
a rotten plum!
I wipe you
from my fingers
with a red napkin.

It's time, It's time
I know it's time and
my spirit is trapped
by love of fame.
I am a mind poet
The house is empty
it has no walls,
the poem is seen
from all sides,
everywhere,
at once.

[edit on 16-5-2009 by whaaa]



posted on May, 16 2009 @ 09:06 PM
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This one is aware
but I puke and choke
with it and find
no peace of mind
in flesh, and no hope.

What's the balm
for a dying life
dope, drink or Christ
is there one?

Oh, I will close my eyes
so tight they disappear
in restless sleep; who
needs them?
Friends, Lovers, You?





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