Blue J Posted August 16, 2019 Share Posted August 16, 2019 Some long lyrics belong as poetry, just as much as anything else. Blue Ruin, by Andrew Marlin One morning, after drinking heavy in the nightEvery inch of my poor bonesSeemed to ache and moan in wait‘Cause all my troubles, come tomorrow, will be goneAnd then it’s on to Christmas Day If Jesus had been bornJust eleven days beforeWould the world have stopped to seeAt least those on the streetHeaded for Newtown And of all those on their wayWould the miracle have made one lay his guns down “That trigger stole his mind, how am I to blame?”I bet you never even aimed at oneThere’s too many people killing people To put an end to evilWhat can be done? Well for now who’d like to tell me On that morning when twenty-seven fellHow any lesson in counting Could ever, ever amount to watching them fallAnd why, worst of all,Come Christmas morningThey’ll still be gone One morning, after drinking heavy in the nightI stopped to take a lookAt the crook who stole this holiday Well this Christmas,My only wish isWe put these guns away 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vaportrailer Posted August 16, 2019 Share Posted August 16, 2019 Some long lyrics belong as poetry, just as much as anything else. Blue Ruin, by Andrew Marlin One morning, after drinking heavy in the nightEvery inch of my poor bonesSeemed to ache and moan in wait‘Cause all my troubles, come tomorrow, will be goneAnd then it’s on to Christmas Day If Jesus had been bornJust eleven days beforeWould the world have stopped to seeAt least those on the streetHeaded for Newtown And of all those on their wayWould the miracle have made one lay his guns down “That trigger stole his mind, how am I to blame?”I bet you never even aimed at oneThere’s too many people killing peopleTo put an end to evilWhat can be done? Well for now who’d like to tell meOn that morning when twenty-seven fellHow any lesson in countingCould ever, ever amount to watching them fallAnd why, worst of all,Come Christmas morningThey’ll still be gone One morning, after drinking heavy in the nightI stopped to take a lookAt the crook who stole this holiday Well this Christmas,My only wish isWe put these guns away God is a bullet. Have mercy on us, everyone. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Entre_Perpetuo Posted September 3, 2019 Share Posted September 3, 2019 (edited) "Old Dust" I see a fallingSoft and sure as rainIn cold attic light, it glows And slows before my gazeI find it’s no useClawing its descentTo reach out feeling dead airBut see the streaming hazeI’m caught in TwisterWork splayed on the floorAnd tears refuse my drying eyesOld dust burying proud daysI see it fallingHeavy now it restsStubborn across my trembling handsVoided of their hope to raise "Petalpath" “Shall I send back down that pathYou whom I call friend?” Alas this wretched trailCould I but sprout wingsBe rid of snares hiddenBy centuries of dead leavesBut she sends me by footThat I shan’t disappearRather I stumble on roserootsAnd block up my tears Edited September 3, 2019 by Entre_Perpetuo Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Entre_Perpetuo Posted September 3, 2019 Share Posted September 3, 2019 (edited) "Stop A Whalefall" If I hold out my handsWill you drag me in?Will you keep me afloatCuz I ain’t learned to swim?Will you teach me a stroke?Even if I’m scaredCuz tonight all I want isTo learn what’s out there. How can you stop a whalefall? I’ve had my heart brokenBy barely a wordAnd I’ve tripped, slipped, and stumbledOn rumors I’ve heardYes sinking is peacefulJust like falling asleepBut the sun, wind, and tides areCalling me to my feet How can you stop a whalefall? If I could learn onlyOne more thing in lifeNo I wouldn’t end anysecrets or strifeI just want somebodyTo teach me to swimSo I can go surfingAnd feel free again How can you stop... Edited September 3, 2019 by Entre_Perpetuo 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Entre_Perpetuo Posted January 12, 2020 Share Posted January 12, 2020 (edited) Wheelspin O heavy dream, glint of steel on my headAll it would take is one lapse of strength, You would be my death O heavy heart, motor-fire in my chest Dying reminds, I jump-start my mind Drive or be driven to rest Edited January 12, 2020 by Entre_Perpetuo Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blue J Posted January 30, 2020 Share Posted January 30, 2020 This thread doesn’t get a whole lot of traffic, but I was scanning through it from the start, and found something I had posted that had some typos in it (and, you know, we certainly can’t have that! Lol)...so I thought I would repost, with the corrections made. Employing the mantra of "So near, yet so far",I promised myself that I would do us the courtesyof not rememberingAnd I hate to say it, but...I've failed As the days became weeks, months, a yearFive yearsTen years, and then fifteen And I know that you may besomewhere north of rememberingany of this at allBut I have to confess, the only thing that I remember is all of it With one eye through a lens colored rose,the other through the rather undignified lens of hindsightI am led to recall thatin all of the love and magic that we made,I could have done so much morethan I did I remember coming and sitting across from you when you were aloneI remember the first time I opened my car doorfor you, to get insideI remember your smile, your hands,your tiny little elfin bootsI remember your whole bodycompletely enveloped by the right half of minelying on your bed together on a snowy afternoon in February What was it about your hairthat it never needed a brush,but only a few free fingers?And what was it about your charmthat you didn't need to speakso much as a single word to me? I also remember that look in your eyes, so long agoThat said, desperately"Don't do this, not now, don't leave me here"And I wondered just then,and so many times sincewhether the right choicecould ever be attained 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blue J Posted January 30, 2020 Share Posted January 30, 2020 This is one of the few music poems I’ve ever written (one of two, I think, and I lost the other one, hahaha...but anyway, I do like this one). I wrote it about 25 years ago. Jazz drummers are the most oblivious,Just the coolest, on the whole planetThey never, EVER look you in the eyesI swear, sounds this cool never came out ofthree white kids in Guess Jeans and Hush Puppies before You and I both know the tone on the sax is nothing like ColtraneBut if I close my eyes, it might as well be ‘Trane, Charles Mingus on the bass,And Dannie Richmond on the skins- the Gretsch kitreminds me of Charlie Watts,and how he might like to be here right now,gettin’ it on with everyone and everything in the room I fear that my penisn’t even classy enough to write about this cool shit The man behind the sax is callin’ out- to Jesus,or to his mother, or to the girl who just left him,or maybe just to his instrumentin between toots on the alto reed Earnest as a hymnalAs structured as ceremonyAs heartfelt as Chicago blues on a Saturday morningin the summer of 1958Tight as Calvin Klein when I was seven,Watching Brooke Shields on TVand thinkin’ the same thing I’m thinkin’ right now-Be still my heart, I am in lovewith the way you make me feel 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Entre_Perpetuo Posted February 5, 2020 Share Posted February 5, 2020 (edited) A Farewell To Things There is laughter in the darkness if you listen close enoughThere is still sunshine hidden behind the stock exchangeThere is empathy kept secret in the poker face of powerThere is wisdom in the mind of the least considered fool Every day I wake to a sense of disproportionStuttering heart at the mountain’s baseThe night brings either sleep or sound disillusionSpinning coin falling slow enough to chaseYou’ve got to let it land It’s not the silver liningToo thin to make outIt’s not the deepest instinctOr what life's all aboutWhen you get that feelingOr just get overwhelmedStep out of the pictureAnd laugh beside yourself There is lightning only waiting in the purest, whitest cloudThere is fire hazard drawn into the plans of the devoutThere is venom served with smiles at the table of plentyThere are woeful greeds and vanities fighting through the saintly Every day I put up with my own humanityStuttering speech and falls from graceSome days break my heart, or burn my sanityLight and wind flowing never slow enough to chaseYou’ve got to let it fly It’s not the silver liningToo thin to make outIt’s not the deepest instinctOr what life’s all aboutI still get that feelingI still get overwhelmedI’ll step out of the pictureAnd laugh beside myself Some people choose to lash outWhat’s the worst that it could do?Others turn the whip insideThey scar what’s already bruisedI tell you it’s not fight or flightThey can’t make you give upIf you can turn the other cheekCan you turn that hate to love? It’s not the silver liningToo thin to make outIt’s not the deepest instinctOr what life’s all aboutWhen you get that feelingOr just get overwhelmedStep out of the pictureAnd laugh beside yourself I still get that feelingI still get overwhelmedCan I step out now?Can I laugh at myself?Can’t I laugh at myself?Can’t we laugh? me reading the poem: Edited February 5, 2020 by Entre_Perpetuo Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Entre_Perpetuo Posted March 9, 2020 Share Posted March 9, 2020 Lopsided PeopleIt’s no use hoping you’re symmetricPlace your hand over your faceAnd feel that every bone's in placeLaugh upon your graceToo little, too late for perfectionSharpen the point for each new lineDrag the lead so clean and fineWeight builds and breaksLopsided people look in funhouse mirrorsSee a little more there, a little less hereParting every hair one by oneBut how even the odds, they're perfectly oddLopsided people can’t play by earAnd if they can, they’re just what they hearMuch ado about judging, no verdict appearsAnd the jury is out, the fair is in townLopsided peopleThin skinned peopleColorful peopleColorblind peopleIt’s no fun praying you’re concentricYour conscience is constipatedGymnastics class was wastedYou’ve natural balanceLong diatribes you will find electricTight hook to thesis statementPoetic paragraphs and pagesIn summ, you're entrancedLopsided people never take one stepAt the gas pump they’re a nervous wreckPaying extra cents for one hundred percentCuz it’s the number nine that ate sevenLopsided people are just so obtuseNo faith in the Trinity for it’s too acuteShall we send them to Rome with it’s triangle roomThe old chapel of the Sapienza?Lopsided peopleHard hatted peopleFunhouse mirror peopleLowly meer peopleI was walking to the beat of my favorite drummerMy left foot on one and beat two on the otherBut much to my dismay I came to a puddleI guess we’re all a bit odd, in a lopsided tunnelLopsided peoplePolitical peopleLottery peopleMaladjusted peopleLopsided peopleIncredible peopleProfessional peopleSpiritual peopleLopsided peopleDisabled peopleAthletic peopleMalnourished peopleLopsided peopleDoctors of peoplePlasticky peopleSmall sticky people…. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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