Random Ramblings, page 9

reply to post by Dr Conspire

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In the gathering
madness, I think
of your body and
that necklace you
always wore.
I remember you
that Autumn we
drove down to
Mazatlan and drew
hearts, in the sand,
on the beach and
listened to the
mariachis sing of
passion and pain.

It was so long
ago, but I still
think of you.

reply to post by Dr Conspire

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Mighty powerful images there Dr. C.

Tough act to follow but I'll try, when and if the muse strikes tonite.

reply to post by whaaa

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Here comes the Muse, and she ain't happy...

This is an
empty age,
singing the songs
of sick cities,
sick children,
sick minds
humming a
dischord of a
dieing epoch.
Listen...
is that the wind
in the willows?
Or Satan's breathing?

We have smeared
our mother
with greasy filth.
And no longer is
there any clean
water to wash
her.

The evil one's
know. Soon the
ritual of blood and
pain,
will begin in the
grove where
the owl God
Reigns.









[edit on 7-6-2010 by whaaa]

reply to post by whaaa

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Oh Moloch,
thank you for
kindness past,
speed passion
of my phantom
body demands.

Your history
is settled now,
your greasy
kiss
falls upon
the beach where
lovers once
played
and sang
about a
bright
future.

Begin now
your year of
carnage and
grief.

Reach out
and kill the
fishermans
dream.

Touch our
hearts,
listen for
the
scream.






[edit on 14-6-2010 by whaaa]

reply to post by The Motorcycle Boy

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Yes, the Beats
the new Beats
the Beat Generation
still lives
Now it's the time
to reecho the words
of Ginsburg, Corso
Ferlinghetti, Snyder
all the Excitable Boys!

Originally posted by whaaa
reply to post by The Motorcycle Boy

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Yes, the Beats
the new Beats
the Beat Generation
still lives
Now it's the time
to reecho the words
of Ginsburg, Corso
Ferlinghetti, Snyder
all the Excitable Boys!

I wish I could understand the lingo but to me its all noise
grown up children playing bingo smashing pots like they're toys

and I can't help but feel that all this keepin it real
kept me so lost I couldn't meet eyes to kneel
so I buckled under the strain of trying to make a name
without any dollars its all the same had the time but nothing to blame

so I sink one for bill hicks for carlin & the new kids
not the ones on the block but for rumi's fine chops
one for edgar lennon & joni,
van, & zappa but not the phonies

because deep down we're all lonely
but we're all the same and that's called I-ROH-KNEE

Peace 2 ur moythas
-Bob

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