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I Long for the Day...
When my greatest joy
was a box I made a useless toy
a popsicle would make my day
and in the above very box I would stay
The castle of the box would be
Any where my minds eye could see
The simple things once were here
and all of life I did not fear
The greatest danger all around
was what my imagination had gone and found
Dragons and lions, snakes and bears
My imagination the home of my greatest cares
As I am older I now know
It is what I fear "life is no show"
Pain and sorrow real from within
Away from those thought I'd like to tend
The naiveness the innocents of ones youth
May these in reality continue to be our truth.
Comments
You could say that I am down with the brown, cinnamon brown, at which I do not frown. I am pleased with the ease of life overseas, but don't let me tease, please, of not having keys to the place down south that leaves a fowl taste in your mouth, In the cold bitter rain, you feel a pain, a pain so vain, like living in Maine, eating a red candy cane while riding a train over the river and through the woods, if you only could, find the goods of anticipation in the entire nation of preoccupation. Then you will see, all the misery, commaraderie, and intensity of the human race, outer space, and a smiling face. But if you insist, I promise you this, that if life must fall, completely overall, you will find that this poem makes no sense at all.
-The Beau
Posted by: The Poet | May 13, 2004 08:13 AM
I think the reason I write,
isn't something to be classified as right.
Or maybe just its not wrong. . .
but really all along,
its like when you hear a love song,
and you know that as you sing along,
this is exactly how you feel.
And if I can seriously keep it real,
sometimes is like straight from my head,
and I feel like its stuff that needs to be said.
but sometimes the word's never get out,
so much so to the point i want to shout.
But then I write and it comes out,
all of it at once, and kind of sudden.
without the craziness or the stutter.
cool like ice or smooth like butter,
Smooth.
Posted by: Javann Says: I'm A Idiot | May 13, 2004 10:41 AM
click snap click snap click snap click
Posted by: itzjerm | May 13, 2004 11:06 AM
Taking a step, yet a slip
When I tell you how it goes
With the movement of my lips
Can you taste the clarity of my words
The richness of my imagination
Each time I tell you its you
Each time I am more unsure
Yet each time you leave me
I want more
I want more of what?
That I dont know
To keep traveling as friends, down the same road
No this isnt about you
Its about me not wanting this to be about you
Are you it
Or is someone else more "it"?
What do I think as dream, think and sleep
What do I wish as I sit
To understand who I am to you
To understand why I say what I do
When I say what I say
I dont know if it comes from my heart
OR if its just what my ears have been waiting to hear
No, this isnt about you
Its about never understanding myself-my biggest fear
Posted by: yeah yeah yeah its adyre | May 13, 2004 01:35 PM
Time for a cover.
Wait. They don't love you like I love you. Maps. Wait. They don't love you like I love you.
Posted by: Captain Jonathan!!! | May 13, 2004 09:40 PM
yeah yeah yeah... that is a cover
Posted by: itzjerm | May 13, 2004 09:52 PM
ahhh yeah yeah yeah.....maps!
good stuff
Posted by: Jillian | May 14, 2004 05:35 AM
That song goes on "D.A.'s Top Ten Singles of 2003" list. Great tune.
#1, however...and none of you can deny it..."Hey Ya"
D.A.
Take that, mainstream radio!
Posted by: D.A. | May 14, 2004 07:34 AM
NONONONONONO...
When we went to Hawaii... they played that song every 15 minutes... i'm not kidding.... I so hated that song, and rehated radio after that trip...
(And I once Liked that song)
So take that, mainstream radio!
Posted by: itzjerm | May 14, 2004 07:51 AM
You cannot deny it Jeremy, the song is great! Heck, I can't deny it, and you know my musical tastes. I would say, though, that if you were subjected to anything that often that you would eventually melt down...which is the essence of mainstream anything. There is no thrill of the hunt; no joy of the find; no excitement relating the tale of your acquisitions; no passion for sharing it with others. You are bottle fed like a cow on things that will fatten and placate you into mundane non-thought for the kill. That's why most of the best songs written aren't splattered all over the airwaves (though admittedly, a few are).
We who seek are trim and fit in mind. Those who do not are more hard pressed. It's easier to find those whose musical tastes do not reflect as directly onto their personalities in the truth than it is in the world though, because we have the common bond of knowing there is more to life than songs and the meanings behind them.
And that's why if you are my brother or sister you can like Creed and still be my friend.
D.A.
Posted by: D.A. | May 14, 2004 01:12 PM
... and that my friends is creative writing ...
You accept Creed people... thats noble.
Posted by: itzjerm | May 14, 2004 01:45 PM
very noble......
:)
Posted by: Jillian | May 14, 2004 04:39 PM
Roses are red
Violets are blue
A pinwheel of cheese
Will refresh you.
Posted by: On the other side of the mountain | May 14, 2004 06:54 PM
Hey Ya is horrible dude. I can deny it. I can deny it hard. And my musical tastes aren't quite as unradio as yours, even. So whats up with that?
Posted by: Captain Jonathan!!! | May 15, 2004 12:34 PM
Sorry this is so late, but explain to me why Hey Ya is so bad, Jon.
Pick it apart.
D.A.
"Push me and I will resist"
Posted by: D.A. | May 17, 2004 07:59 AM
Yeah that was dope!!!!!
Posted by: The Shulammite Ashley B | January 4, 2005 08:31 PM