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I. What Do You Want Me To Do II. Sitting in the Ruins under a Rose Window of a long ago fallen Stonechurch (Hymn to Heathcliff) III. The Pubic Hair Bonus: Flabaghasted (poetryslam)
What Do You Want Me To Do
What do you want me to do I could write you a line or two but it wouldn't really help you so what do you want me to do
What's your innermost wish I could perhaps buy you some kitsch from some second hand store Witch is that your most inner wish
What do you want me to say I very seldom get enough paid so perhaps I could wire some money come May is that OK, what do you say
What is your most inner wish I could probably give you a poem or two but I sit here now looking at you and I might understand your innermost wish because now it wouldn't help you as long as that part of the Earth's run by government fools
and I see you cry in despair for TV who makes it clear to see all the victims in the streets so what can I really do for you and I don't know your name by now everything looks the same Tibet, Burma, Gaza, a deja vu and everyone knows who to blame so please tell me what you want me to do
because this summer's Olympic games were held by the militant criminally insane! sponsored by greedy non-human rights corporate tools... and we did all we could do to stop the hurt brought upon all of you still the world won't let them hide any of you because by now we got enough of your names so that's maybe what we can do!
Goth Poetry, influenced by Wuthering Heights (Svindlande Höjder) & maybe a little of "hemmansägare Patriques troubles with his neighbour friend", which I can totally relate to; all my words he suffers through to get to the good..
Sitting in the Ruins under a Rose Window of a long ago fallen Stonechurch (Hymn to Heathcliff) ~*~ I can't remember when I last was happy I sit here thinking, reflecting upon it and listen to the wind whine through the wildvine coming from over the meadows while I try and remember love that lies forgotten forlorn and I keep watching over there the brisk air over the rural land might be too much for many but I entered the night and my feet were steady but now I sit here in my own tranquility and weep in silence 'cause I just don't care... ~*~ I can't remember the last time I laughed in genuine laughter the owls pretty close to the most exciting mirth of any creature here in this chilly night our eyes are meeting with a greeting I see his stare I can see my breath before me though it's yet a fortnight til the end of the summer so I am still in the field of four-leafe clovers and yet I feel like an outcast on my own land watching, wronged by the man with more influence looking over to the neighbours laird ~*~ I can remember what I did this morning I took out my twobarreled rifle and went out pretending to be on a birdhunt but my dog stayed at home in the cottage fast asleep without a care I wonder why we meet so many promising people that open doors and show the way of life they lead there they only want to show off their belongings but the skill you have they see is rare ~*~ I can't remember the last time I felt so alive and for this day on earth so deeply grateful as when I walked to the lairds summercastle and I knew he didn't know what was waiting for him there but I went back halfway up the frontyard kicking the gravel til the dogs started howling the butler opened the door and they looked from the stables but I was already long gone up the path of the woods eating one of their gardens pears ~*~ I never been this goddamn unhappy I sit here with the eerie dismayed gargoyle that has not yet rumbled and a raven is almost my pet now I feed him from the peartree of the laird and the moon shows it's shiny crescent silverglare I can't fathom all the lonely days I live and still no remembrance of that joyful time the once joyous one, but I will sit here and try in peace with my ravenfriend and the wolf in the distance that howls...
...and when I do I surely will meet you in the clearing of the woods again...
The Pubic Hair
No, my little pubichair you know you can't lie'n'dry there beside my cup or really close, next minute you're in it and in my mouth (oh no!)
On a public chair a pubic hair that can't really be mine beside frizzly like a grizzly bear (who sat there) before me was it her or that man that are blind
My little pubic hair do you remember when you were the first on my swedish meatballs and wienerwurst (not so klein) well for a 12 year old and you went to school real proud that you weren't one of the kids no more and started flirting with the longhaired teacher all because of my
little pubic hair please don't fall off everywhere when I run naked like a hippie (well 'cause I am) under the crescent silver moonlight I will be good to you I swear and all the other little hairs rub the best new Vidal Sassoon shampoo over you til you glisten and shine!
like the little pubic hairs on the little pageant girls everywhere (Miss Hawaiian Tropic) that's where this stuff was tried out... you will look like the sunkissed winner there my little pubichair just don't sit in my cup when I drink coffee all the freakin' time
(I hope it was from my beard...)
Bonus: spoken word style
nån rapmetalliknande text från i natt utan varken musik eller Rhyme-or-Reason, rim och reson...mer liknande rim och iRONiSEring...
My words will suck you dry like a Jumbojet turned up on high you're feeling like a Bird in the sky you're shaking your head and you don't even know why hear the Turbo-engine roar as you beg me to stop and then for some more
You're Flabaghasted totally disgusted 'cause you can't adjust to it to being Flabaghasted
If you hear a rumble of the Earth it's just me and a few more of my words and if something's shaking tonight and you feel everything's not alright it's just every little child that exist's every little sigh after hearing this
They're Flabaghasted totally Sugar High busted 'cause they are maljusted to it to being Flabaghasted
Embrace being Flabaghasted enjoy what you just heard after you adjust to it you want more to be Flabaghasted again and make others Flabaghasted my friend ain't words Fantastic depends on how you put them in a beginning, middle and end if you're gonna be Flabaghasted old Rhymes dusted and here's the new ones for which you Lusted like waffles with custard toast with mustard Flabaghasted! can you beat that Gusto!? at this point you must've heard that you're Flabaghasted and you like it You Word Nerd we are Flabaghasted and we always wanna hear what we never heard and learn what we never learned just for the feeling of being in the Zone, the AHA-moment, of being Flabaghasted once more maybe this time won't be exactly like before and then you're Flabaghasted for sure Earmolested - Eyesighttested - Reflex-Wild-Westerned Flabaghasted
do you wanna hear some more...
the AHA-movement begins behind that Door, it leads to these words starting all over again... that hit Humanity in It's Innermost Brightlight Shining Core Your Ultimate Zen - Four Leaf Clover First lessons Free - but PLEASE come back for more!
Expressen eller Aftonbladet? Mintkola eller Lakritskola?
AB snutar visar sig vara de svin jag alltid sagt de är, kanske folk fattar snart, bästa häxjakten på åratal mot rätt personer för en gångs skull, men det vet ju vi som växt upp med Leif GWs rapporteringar DN
BOK:Böckerna om Sherlock Holmes (1887-1927) Böckerna lever genom filmatiseringarna och vice versa och Thore Forslunds häfte "Evangelistens Testamente" (1977) som jag nyligen översatt åt hans fru Bibbi for them over there i Amerikat och annorstädes icke-skandinaver FILM: Vikings (2013) Serien med anfadern Lodbroke (rätt ner genom Tveskägg i Danmark ca 40 generationer), som är samma sak för dagens 20-åringar som Korpen Flyger och den om Hvitekrist, Ask & Embla; Den vite vikingen (Hvíti víkingurinn) var för min generation (finns säkert på välsorterade bibliotek)
MUSIK:Pink Floyd - Discovery box (2011) som kommer ta ett tag att lyssna igenom...alla 16 CD; samt Deep Purples och Yngwies 90-tals skivor som inte är lika intressanta men som jag nu har tid att lyssna på, (Ritchie Blackmore slutade för 20 år sedan och spelar nu folkmusik med sin fru på sång och Jon Lord är tyvärr avliden, dessa två herrar var bandets sound...)
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"Your artistic expression tends to show up in flamboyant bursts. When you are feeling creative, it consumes your every thought and action. But just as quickly as the muse shows up, it leaves you and you are back to your relatively normal self."