Follow along, if you will - maybe turn down the volume :) ~ poetry - I hope you give this a chance, if not, oh well ~ peece.
"Unreal"
Separate your mind
Overcome in time
I'm taking what is mine
Tenemos que pelear
Nothing is all, I thought I was there
I'm finding myself going nowhere
Is this a mistake?
I cannot relate to what is fake
Is this what I get for learning to speak?
For opening eyes and digging in deep?
Is this what I get for being reborn from the norm?
I don't want to shine; light will make us blind
I don't want to feel unreal
What have I become, born under the sun?
Planets will converge for you
I'll try to break you!
What would it take to not look away?
To open my eyes and stare in the face
To learn from what's real
I'm trying to deal, but it's worthless:
Is this what I get for learning to speak?
For opening eyes and digging in deep?
Is this what I get for being reborn from the norm?
I don't want to shine; light will make us blind
I don't want to feel unreal
What have I become, born under the sun?
Planets will converge for you
Pushing and grinding is twisting my mind frame
El tempo que pesa nos tumba la mesa
Y ahora que es nuestro, mi vida te apuesto,
bet my life!
I don't want to shine; light will make us blind
I don't want to feel unreal
What have I become, born under the sun?
Planets will converge for you
I don't want to feel!
I don't want to shine!
I don't want to feel!
Light will make us blind
I don't want to feel unreal
"Father, what is democracy? That's got something to do with young men killing each other... for Democracy, any man would give his only begotten son."
Metallica ONE -
I cant remember anything
Cant tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me
Now that the war is through with me
Im waking up I can not see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me
Back in the womb its much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But cant look forward to reveal
Look to the time when Ill live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me
Now the world is gone Im just one
Oh god,help me hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God help me
Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell
Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell
Cant tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me
Now that the war is through with me
Im waking up I can not see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me
Back in the womb its much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But cant look forward to reveal
Look to the time when Ill live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me
Now the world is gone Im just one
Oh god,help me hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God help me
Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell
Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell
peece?
dj


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I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future.
Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed.
A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure.
I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A.
Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed.
The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it.
When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin.
I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun.
I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American;
In heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist, and I have no guilt.
I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin.
The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce.
We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore.
He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God.
Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed."
Epic.
I'm glad to hear that coming out!
peece,
dj
"What would it take to not look away?
To open my eyes and stare in the face
To learn from what's real
I'm trying to deal, but it's worthless"
See, everytime I run across lyrics/poetry like that, I think "I could have written that." The only problem of course is that I didn't:(
Great post.
I would never have heard either of these had you not shared them. Thank you. I've been in such an isolated world for several years and am now trying to find out what I've missed.
Also, thanks to Jeff for the Patti Smith. "I have not sold myself to God."
Johnny Got His Gun is alluded to up arrow, and I'll check further, I promise. Throwing in a rating as I trust that we must go beyond meaninglessness, no? Cool cool cool that's the ___ ___ ___ !
I need to picture you in a smoke filled bar, dark but for the old 70's style red candle lights on each small round table. You're dressed in black with a cliche fedora, Marlboro in one hand, double shot of whiskey in the other..slow jazz playing live behind you.
Let me know when you make this happen and send me the video. It would make my month :)
Another awesome piece my friend.
GJI! Classic indeed. Meaning is what it's about and I prefer my stuff sans can as well. :) Saudi? You must have a very interesting life, right about now.
Life is Good! The Patti Smith is epic - especially the "I have not sold myself to God" line, agreed. have fun looking at things in new ways! That's probably one of the better perks from returning from isolation.
JHart! "...I trust that we must go beyond meaninglessness, no? " Truth in trust that each thrust brings us closer to meaning.
Manchu Wok! The scene looks familiar, It would awesome to experience some live slow jazz at least one. The sticks in New Mexico offer little less then country bars and 'Tejano' nights, lol. Thanks, man.
peece!
dj
“Father, what is democracy? That's got something to do with young men killing each other... for Democracy, any man would give his only begotten son.”
Wonder if you’ve ever seen Johnny Got His Gun, the movie where the Metallica clips come from? We’ve only watched excerpts on YouTube, but it looks pretty harrowing. It’s in our Netflix queue, but at the rate we’ve been watching movies lately (one every month or so), it might take us a while to get to it.
( m&m )
M&M! Thank you guys :) I haven't seen the movie yet either, and my movie rate at home is about the same as you all's lol. Yeah, those comment excerpts are hard to hear as a boy, I would imagine.
Owl_Says_Who! Thanks - I really like them, like Nana says - they 'Lay it down' lol.
Peece, love, and light!
dj
thanks for this!
peece,
dj