Random Ramblings

I Wake up Singing


I wake up singing
A rose of stone
GTO's out on ole 44
Blues in the desert
A Hudson Terraplane
and a soup sandwich.

I see the sun of angels,
hemp & sugar & wheat
ticker tapes, grey hair,
money & God & people
sold and traded.

There is nothing
deeper than life,
mankind raped
in the bank vaults
of steel.

Dead soldiers,
battle fields
surrounded by
iorn & ironies.

But I didn't sing for
very long






[edit on 10-11-2008 by whaaa]

"Winter Dust" is what she calls it
She doesn't like to say "Snow"
Thinly it covers her car, she hates it
Her hands are always cold

She weaves in and out of it, smoothly
To be the first steps through it
To be the pioneer who ruined its beauty
The first to experiment, with abstract art

Her steps are uncalculated
They have no pattern, and no reason
With each step she's almost elated
By the magical feelings of this season

Her prints are delicate, like the child she is
They impression the soft road of her journey
She might look like a woman,
But with the heart of child at Christmas

She hates the Dust, and wants to ruin it
Mattify the Sparkles that reflect into her eyes
She doesn't know that she has instead improved it, and
Her work of art, reflects to the skies

- Carrot


[edit on 11/11/2008 by CA_Orot]

Ode to MJ

Coked out crack whore
Why don't you kick your son some more
Lock your daughter behind the bedroom door
I can't believe what I was willing to ignore

In those days it was all about booze
She was a "See you next Tuesday"
She gave me many a mental bruise
Snooze you lose

And she was a biker chick
Some would think she had a dick
One night a guy thought he was slick
Said the wrong thing and got a cue stick

Right up his ass the poor bastard
Regulars knew better than to make a pass
Man she was a piece of ass
But, like I said in the past:

She was a big death machine
A lean mean psychotic scene
Six percent of the time she was serene
But never between the sateen

Thank God I finally left that lunatic
I was starting to get psychotic
And neurotic and developed a tic
From that crazy bitch that should have had a dick












[edit on 12-11-2008 by Excitable_Boy]

I had a word
With the devil
I heard him say
Death is coming, right your way

Pain you’ve never felt, hell you’d never seen
Burns deeper than your worst dream
Ill show you fear that you’d never known
I will laugh as you burn alone

An echo fills the void, a fate I can’t avoid
I’m irritated and annoyed
As I wake from this nightmare
I stare at the ceiling and sit there

The look on my face, this old familiar place
I really need a change of pace
The past is haunting me, the world is taunting me
Nothing is as it ought to be

But what can be done?
What can be said?
I am the man
The man that’s already dead


Was intended as lyrics but Ill throw it on here.

Why did the chicken cross the road?
To get to the apple pie
Basesball and hot dogs
And the Chevy

It's not over 'til the fat lady sings
Sing already big mama
We're sicka lookin' atcha
Big ankles

Whoever smelt it dealt it
Whoever denied it supplied it
Oh the wisdom of youth
Oh the logic

I just learned that "horny" comes from 18th century
Meaning "having the horn" as in a mans erect penis
It later grew to mean sexually aroused for women also

So what about "Living high on the horn"
Or "Tooting one's horn"
Or "Around the horn"

Tooting one's horm thus means masterbating
Living high on the horn means someone that is constantly horny
Perhaps even addicted to sex what with getting high off it and all

Around the horn means the female mounting the male
Getting herself around the man's horn as it were

All wind instruments are phallic symbols

Now I question the old children's song, "Dinah won't you blow your horn"

Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Someone's in the kitchen I know
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Strummin' on the old banjo!
Singin' fi, fie, fiddly-i-o
Fi, fie, fiddly-i-o-o-o-o
Fi, fie, fiddly-i-o
Strummin' on the old banjo.
Someone's makin' love to Dinah
Someone's making love I know.
Someone's making love to Dinah
'Cause I can't hear the old banjo

"Strummin' on the old banjo" well, you can figure that one out

He's strummin' on the banjo
She's blowing the horn
Then it comes right out and says they're doin' it!

I am perplexed and mortified...where's my rumatiz medicine?














[edit on 13-11-2008 by Excitable_Boy]

All the things you seem to be
Are promising to save me
But you don't even know it yet

The way you smile
My vocabulary vile
And you don't seem to mind

Effortlessly carrying me up
These 86 stairs are just enough
To make me realize

Obstacles in my Path
I try to scurry past
But I can't, not without you

Dependent I've come
On the Idea of you, I strum
On a mental guitar

Producing music I wish I would write
But I despise the talent I lost that night
When it was all sucked out of me

Perhaps your words will inspire
A Piano, A guitar, A choir
Of voices that can break me back in

To all the things I wish I was
Before all of this, and just because
I know, you're the saving I need

- Carrot

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Very pretty Carrot. Keep up the good work.

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Thank you SKL Haven't seen you in a while my dear!!!

- Carrot

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Darlin, I'm on MSN now. And I miss you too.

*Something from a While back...*

I guess you want an answer
I don't have one to give
This silence like a cancer
I know that I won't live

You have so many questions
That I simply can not address
You say you want to know me
I say you need to get dressed

I know you need a reason
I can't give you less than the truth
This is simply a disease
I'm only doing, exactly what I do

I won't tell you and I won't lie,
Those are your keys
Don't forget your tie
Don't call me, please

Forget it, its not worth it
Trust me, when I say its not
You don't want to hear it
And I don't want to say it

I'm only going to make you cry
And then You'll ask me why
I'll walk away, and it'll be the end
So lets finish this now, don't pretend

If I know you any longer than lastnight
My dear, I swear you know its true
Things will go downhill from here
And I'm only going to hurt you



- Carrot

A well-known truck
Parked in my space
I'm not home right now
So its okay

Suspicious on her part?
Over-thinking on his?
I pray to god it isn't true
I pray to god it isn't true

His car gone for a few hours
Her van still in its place
"Come in for a Beer" she says
"Its lonely in this place..."

Pulling up the house he calls
And asks me if he should be concerned
I tell him no
Because I don't think so

But I have that feeling
Deep in my gut
And I can't shanke it
It keeps building up

I pray to god it isn't true
The distance from here
And I don't know what to do
To calm my friends' fears

Always the Fixer
Just one call away
When the Walls come Crashing Down
And they will someday

They always do.
And all I can do
Is pray to god it isn't true.

- Carrot




[edit on 11/28/2008 by CA_Orot]

Time fades away
Like a distant dream
All my memories
Fall apart at the seam

Blurring images
Cracking words
Nothing left unsaid
All is left unheard

Standing face to face
Never eye to eye
I have lost myself
No tears left to cry

But I can’t say goodbye

When the only thing that's left
Is a faded memory
Lost and worn with the ages
Yet the only thing you can see

When the dream's no longer clear
As a past imprint on your soul
Crystal-clear in the dead of night
To keep you on your toes

When your seams are busted and fail you
And you're simply falling apart
Tears won't fix it, and neither can words
But there's one way, to unbreak your heart

When you're standing alone in the mirror
Convinced that you've lost yourself
Slowly, I'll put you back together
Until you can see just a little bit clearer

I'm the voice of reason
Your very own voice

- Carrot

[edit on 12/11/2008 by CA_Orot]

Busy holding up the world
With hands too small for the job
And a shoulder that hurts like hell

I know who I am, I'm the girl
The one who helps you along
And to whom, your secrets, you tell

Always the cornorstone, the rock
To lend support and a hand
And that place you stop to rest your back

Whenever it is, you need to talk
I'll hope in the car, and drive accross this land
I just hope you won't see the cracks

Becuase I am fractured, this is very true
But I'm too proud, to lean on you
I'll die on my knees before I ever pick up the phone
If It means, I did the best I could, alone.


- Carrot

Is it all up to you
The way things go.
Do you talk?
Or do you just say no.

Idling by,
Wondering my fate.
Waiting for answers
Is it too late.

Never the one,
To be in charge.
Wanting my turn,
Feeling at large.

Friendships, life,
Are about give and take.
But you I feel,
Are just a fake.

Drawn in too often,
By your wit and charm.
Hard to resist,
Do you see the harm?

Not sure why,
My mind to purge.
Of what brings me down,
The negative urge.

A recurring theme
For me I know.
I want to get past it.
The attitude, the bad flow.

Real friends remind me,
When you see me down.
How life's a joy.
And not a perpetual frown.

[edit on 3/1/2009 by Blogstalker]

I've been carrying around a box of letters
Addressed to me, in your hand
Promises of a tomorrow I'll never see
I can't help but wonder, what might have been

I've been hiding away in a suitcase of poetry
Full of notions and foolish thoughts
'Happily ever afters' and love songs
I can't help but wonder, where we went wrong

I've been closing the doors to my heart
To those who knock, and wait for an answer
Because my answer has always depended on you
I can't help but wonder, if what we had was ever true

I've been pounding the keys of this old piano
Trying to finish our song, remember?
But I never finished it, the score is still bare
I can't help but wonder, if either of us really cared

I keep finding these stupid pictures
From an ancient time that has long since passed
A time when they meant something to you and to me the same
But now I look back, and I don't wonder anymore if it's a shame

That it all came crashing down, the way that it did.


- Carrot

You stepped in
And liked what you saw
Even though
You knew nothing at all

You opened me up
Read me like a book
Left me corrupt
And you love the look

On my face when I say

Look what you've done
How you've broken my heart
I let you all the way in
But right from the start
You were a liar, a fraud
...but that's not what matters
What is relevant now
Is you've left me shattered

Play me out
Like a deck of cards
Just sell me out
For you its not hard

To smile at my face
And step on my back
I would have never thought to trace
The footsteps back

To your door
And the place you call home
When I've let you in mine
And freely you've roamed
An ending like this
I did not anticipate my friend
But I'd break my own arms
Before I ever reach for you again



- Carrot

A million miles away
Far past the clouds in the sky
Come, whisk me away
I am the star gazer

Tomorrow shall never come
A million years away from today
So long as my focus is up
I am the star gazer

Let the bad come to pass
Let life do its worst
This sky is mine to keep
I am the star gazer

With the moon so bright
Let this light carry me away
Along with my problems too
For I am the Star Gazer

[edit on 12-3-2009 by grimreaper797]

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Not sure if comments are "allowed" in these treads but Carrot I love love love that poem.. Nice style and the words are "mine" thank you.