Random Ramblings

reply to post by whaaa


electric clay
all what we are
were then
wordless
but dreaming

I sacrificed my job for my happiness
yeah and I know we've been over this
its all been done once before
on the same hard concrete floors
nor the first time we raised our fists...

but I'll sacrifice it all for a moment of bliss
and the company I seek is about all I'll miss
just a little something for this ache & loneliness
something I can work for hoping we could share another kiss...

And then she was gone
Like sand through my fingers
The switch has been left on
But the memory just lingers...

Wish it was gone.

god bless this sweet music
take this good love and use it
see it's nice take these hard times & shoe it
like a shoe fly remember that [SNIP]?

coz you're grown up now tryina smile and laugh out loud
not let the hooks drag u down another face in the crowd
don't get mad it wastes your time
coz the joy of it all paints it gold within rhyme

now the excitements gone but the lift is still there
unmatched buoyancy from the fact that I cared
so my will pierced through the all darkest of stares
to enrobe you with light for a broken future, repaired.

Peace & Love,
-Bob

I know this isn't strictly what this thread was designed for but this song is really something else, I haven't heard lyrics this well written in a long long long time. Please enjoy and next time I post it will be my own words.

Peace & Love
-Bob

reply to post by Spiramirabilis



Our peyote visions
speak wordless eyes,
We rinsed our mouth
with lastnites wine.
Now in the alleyway
the lepers prepare
for the ritual rape
of God.

Remember
Ravi Shankar?
sweet strings of
sugared blood,
the music was
just right.
Just right for
kissing my
Mexican wife in
the paradise known
as Tassahara.

Jenbot 4 listen up a minute....
go get philidorin and chesterfrank and tell them there names are terrible and they should change them or die.

post haste jenbot!! you're batteries are cheap and only last 4 how-ahssss.....
now I need to get out of this milk bath, my feet are getting dimpled....

rippin through skin
i was sinning all night
it was livin alright
one by one join the fight
till the wee mornin light
strap the bomb to a kite
when the wind is just right
sent on freeforming flights

now let me begin
its a waltz in 3/4
dancing right through the door
so you open up four
of the locks & the law
gifts of whiskey & whores
because your wife is a bore
and no matter the pricetag....

she always wants more.

Peace,
-Bob

reply to post by B.Morrison


love that -

tell me more MorryB -
for more there must be
and I live for good stories
is Philidorin gone?
how I’ve wondered all along...
about he and this Chester
suitably named - or in flames?
then, of she – Jenbot - sister!
oh, heavens - please say
double A saved the day
and that girl isn't dying,
spilled milk isn't spoiled
and you aren't sat there crying
are your dimples all gone?
please, please do go on...
I so love a good story

:-)

reply to post by whaaa


sound comes with land
Sonora hot on warming
wordless slides of skin
begin to find your night
sight roams slow crazy
traces down night black
to the small of Sinaloa's
back

the vision

we dream in spells
and whisper Tula

the kiss

I wonder
how close
the stars?

reply to post by Spiramirabilis

(before I say anything else let me say your replys an excellent poem imho and impeccably written, I really enjoyed reading it and thankyou. that was cool. however....its half past poetry and my watchclock says i'm expected at the ace of spades...)

you have such a style
not seen in such a while
so i'm confused...
is it kilometres or miles?
hostility or smiles?
my misperception or wiles?
a reach beyond the nile?

Philadorin was banished to everwood because he never could...
and Chesterfrank died on the way to the bank.

so now morgador of orgador reigns.

in a limbic, stoic state of egregore... never less never more.
bound by no clay ridden earth, iron clad roofs or automatic revolving doors.
no walls are enough far too tall to maintain...
its enough just to contain all of the things inside his brain...

but this transmission will be interrupted by a brief message from our sponsors in 5....4.....3....2.....

"the market for feet dimples has become flooded and I regret to inform you that we here at Be More have pulled the product from our range for the sake of high society.

Good day to you fine sire, sir, lord, queen, saint or Madam.

Regards,
His Bobliness The Bob."

aaaaaaand cut.

P.S) jenbot 4 is alive and thriving very much like the global consumerist driven insanity gripping mankind by his extended-bath-time shrivelled balls; she's nearly impossible to forsee an end to...

Originally posted by SonoftheSun
And then she was gone
Like sand through my fingers
The switch has been left on
But the memory just lingers...

Wish it was gone.

felt.

-bob

reply to post by B.Morrison


oh, nice...

however....its half past poetry and my watchclock says i'm expected at the ace of spades...

half past again? for me too...

back formorrow

and thank you kindly

to you too

:-)

words to send
descending small
voices whispering in tall
crawl slow coal belly fires
wading towards November’s soon
thunder wears this tiny seed
need wants a hotter,
new high noon

reply to post by Spiramirabilis


Hot noon ritual
dance
I move within you
gypsy mother
you are armed
you drive fast
I want to become
you.

I want to know you.

I walk the long night
seeking you
I lie in the desert
and call your name.

reply to post by whaaa


night arrives
with noon swooning
behind her

her shores of ever
belled
music swells
along our
dancing
dark

time’s art
in particles

twinkling articles
of faith

sweet the wait

while all
the world
calls Kali

reply to post by Spiramirabilis



Art times
hard times
skinny dirt Gods
of Bohemia.
You do understand
for dawn
off the river
I taste the
strawberry fanta
on your lips.

have I done
what karma
demands?
If I am a fool
I may never
know.

reply to post by Spiramirabilis



Like they say...
Man, with his
devils drives
half the night.
Half asleep
night rain
flicking glass
lights reflections,
smaller than stars.
Orale, kiva woman
adobe goddess,
smile for me.
Smile for the Rio
Puerco and Arroyo
Hondo.

reply to post by whaaa


Acoma smiles
rain sings rain
fifth time through
watch the dance
from this distance
death's darkness
paler for the day
kiss the sky
Kachina fly
five tries
ghosts of heaven
bring us rain
fly, Kachina
fly

orale

bring the rain

reply to post by Spiramirabilis



Bring the rain
Bring it with all its pain
Pain sings off key
Dances on shaky legs
And begs the question
Why

Catching flies
Asleep eyes wide open
Drowning on tears
Hoping for the sun
Getting none
Burned

Dark sky of doom
Dead inside out
Infinite out side
Flying deeper
And at last
Free