Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Autmn's Coloring Book
kites of color, the leaves reminisce
as they twist their final journey to the ground
signaling again another season over
and a new one too soon come around
for wasn’t it just yesterday
when I was shedding my winter skin
and striking a match to the damp spring sky
to let the summertime begin
but the only fires remaining now
are these rainbows falling from the trees
isn’t it funny how a beginning
in the end always becomes a tease
A Drizzly Hot-Air Ballon Race
the city crawled
through the sky,
a cover of clouds
masking her trip
to the moon.
sullen-faced balloons
hung their deflated heads,
mental pinholes
lassooing
their feet
to the lawn,
too strong
the fear their
blindfolded eyes
would conjure
knife-edged mountains
from the mist.
resisting the temptation
to flee
a few
remaining birds
sought comfort
in the trees
certain
of the tears
that would come
but then heaven
opened her eyes
allowing the
lightning strands
of her hair
to rain
on the earth
as the sun
through the sky,
a cover of clouds
masking her trip
to the moon.
sullen-faced balloons
hung their deflated heads,
mental pinholes
lassooing
their feet
to the lawn,
too strong
the fear their
blindfolded eyes
would conjure
knife-edged mountains
from the mist.
resisting the temptation
to flee
a few
remaining birds
sought comfort
in the trees
certain
of the tears
that would come
but then heaven
opened her eyes
allowing the
lightning strands
of her hair
to rain
on the earth
as the sun
The Black Has Finally Splintered...
the black has finally
splintered sun into its moonlight
the Endless Saint finally leaving
the child night
and giving last rites to the elder
now touching his hands
to the shoulders of the morn
caressing her, holding her infancy
feeding her hopes and dreams
and coaxing her to take
even a step
and to become the day
splintered sun into its moonlight
the Endless Saint finally leaving
the child night
and giving last rites to the elder
now touching his hands
to the shoulders of the morn
caressing her, holding her infancy
feeding her hopes and dreams
and coaxing her to take
even a step
and to become the day
You Walk The Streets Doused In Anger...
You walk the streets
Doused in anger
Inflamed by passions
Of desires past
You recall in your heart
Things that didn’t matter
And realize all that matters
Is everything that doesn’t last
So you regret yourself
Pull your yearbook off the shelf
Look at pictures that never were
Wonder what would have happened
If they ever did occur
You dream of soft forests
Lost in your pillow
Nuzzled in the world
That lies inside your bed
Distorted fictions
Of long gone people
And the promises of feeling them
You still keep in your head
And so you find yourself
Hovering over the candles
Your relatives
Wishing you on
As you close your eyes
Tenderly looking at your wife
And wish for the girl you once knew
But who is forever gone in your life
Doused in anger
Inflamed by passions
Of desires past
You recall in your heart
Things that didn’t matter
And realize all that matters
Is everything that doesn’t last
So you regret yourself
Pull your yearbook off the shelf
Look at pictures that never were
Wonder what would have happened
If they ever did occur
You dream of soft forests
Lost in your pillow
Nuzzled in the world
That lies inside your bed
Distorted fictions
Of long gone people
And the promises of feeling them
You still keep in your head
And so you find yourself
Hovering over the candles
Your relatives
Wishing you on
As you close your eyes
Tenderly looking at your wife
And wish for the girl you once knew
But who is forever gone in your life
spill
spill, spill
let the river run
spill, spill
drink down the sun
spill, spill
spit your tears out as dreams
spill, spill
don’t question what it means
spill, spill
leave your body in your bed
spill, spill
lock your thoughts up in its head
spill, spill
split the seems of this world apart
yes, spill, spill
unlid the recesses of your heart
- and let your emotions
scatter over fields
as blooming flowers
let the river run
spill, spill
drink down the sun
spill, spill
spit your tears out as dreams
spill, spill
don’t question what it means
spill, spill
leave your body in your bed
spill, spill
lock your thoughts up in its head
spill, spill
split the seems of this world apart
yes, spill, spill
unlid the recesses of your heart
- and let your emotions
scatter over fields
as blooming flowers
i am fire
i am fire
burning life
i crave existence
my lonely wife
i am salvation
comfort when you're alone
when you're world weary
i dry your tired bones
i am windswept
my fingers ignite the ink of night
i inspire story
til my back is broke by the storms of morning light
yes, i am fire
you all know me by my name
but inside i am color
is there anyone who'll dare
walk through my flame?
burning life
i crave existence
my lonely wife
i am salvation
comfort when you're alone
when you're world weary
i dry your tired bones
i am windswept
my fingers ignite the ink of night
i inspire story
til my back is broke by the storms of morning light
yes, i am fire
you all know me by my name
but inside i am color
is there anyone who'll dare
walk through my flame?
Like Smoke From A Ring...
on and on
and so it goes
new doors open
while old ones close
defeated suns set
hopeful ones rise
restless trains depart
lonesome ones arrive
did I taste it or did I waste it
in the end, did I erase it
to spare me the sting
of a beautiful bird in the distance
on her wing
and through the years it's remained unclear
why certain things always disappear
like smoke from a ring
left or right
or up or down
frozen indecision
leaves you spinning around
the whole world's fought
but no one's learned
my teachers taught me
about these moments that we burned
did I taste it or did I too waste it
in the end, did I erase it
to spare me the sting
of marching to a song
no one appears to want to sing
and through the years it's remained unclear
why certain things always disappear
like smoke from a ring
in the end, I think I erased it
to spare me the sting
of realizing certain things
will always disappear
like smoke from a ring
and so it goes
new doors open
while old ones close
defeated suns set
hopeful ones rise
restless trains depart
lonesome ones arrive
did I taste it or did I waste it
in the end, did I erase it
to spare me the sting
of a beautiful bird in the distance
on her wing
and through the years it's remained unclear
why certain things always disappear
like smoke from a ring
left or right
or up or down
frozen indecision
leaves you spinning around
the whole world's fought
but no one's learned
my teachers taught me
about these moments that we burned
did I taste it or did I too waste it
in the end, did I erase it
to spare me the sting
of marching to a song
no one appears to want to sing
and through the years it's remained unclear
why certain things always disappear
like smoke from a ring
in the end, I think I erased it
to spare me the sting
of realizing certain things
will always disappear
like smoke from a ring
The Wind Is A Thief...
The wind is a thief
Stealing every word
Longing for deliverance
Only to remain unheard
The mind is much, much worse, though
Chaining its cynicism to the heart
Silencing even a simple syllable
That yearns to tear the wall apart
But then –
Who would we be without our walls?
Stealing every word
Longing for deliverance
Only to remain unheard
The mind is much, much worse, though
Chaining its cynicism to the heart
Silencing even a simple syllable
That yearns to tear the wall apart
But then –
Who would we be without our walls?
Everybody Just Wants A Chance To Love
Keep your fancy clothes
And your expensive cars
Keep your red carpet treatment
For those you proclaim stars
Keep your magazine covers
And your computer colored suns
You can keep your millions feigning
I only need one
You can keep your glitter
Keep your gossip page
Keep your newest sensation
And your latest rage
Keep your dancing Santas
And Christmas toys ‘fore Halloween
Keep your anachronisms
And your anti-ageing creams
Keep your gigantic cars
With their washing machines
Keep your product placements
Peddled as movies on multiplex screens
Keep the smiling faces
Telling us who we should be
Soon sexy will be the one
Who’s never been seen on tv
You can keep your store bought eyes
And your plastic body parts
Keep all other nipping and tucking
I’m only searching for a heart
Everybody just wants a chance to love
And your expensive cars
Keep your red carpet treatment
For those you proclaim stars
Keep your magazine covers
And your computer colored suns
You can keep your millions feigning
I only need one
You can keep your glitter
Keep your gossip page
Keep your newest sensation
And your latest rage
Keep your dancing Santas
And Christmas toys ‘fore Halloween
Keep your anachronisms
And your anti-ageing creams
Keep your gigantic cars
With their washing machines
Keep your product placements
Peddled as movies on multiplex screens
Keep the smiling faces
Telling us who we should be
Soon sexy will be the one
Who’s never been seen on tv
You can keep your store bought eyes
And your plastic body parts
Keep all other nipping and tucking
I’m only searching for a heart
Everybody just wants a chance to love
even the rose...
even the rose
beautiful in birth
elegant in death
perfect of face
and fragrance
longs to become
more than itself
in the form of
a smile
as it’s passed
from one person
to another
beautiful in birth
elegant in death
perfect of face
and fragrance
longs to become
more than itself
in the form of
a smile
as it’s passed
from one person
to another
last night I dreamt...
last night
I dreamt
of another
world
where no one
would feel
the need
to dream
of another
world
I dreamt
of another
world
where no one
would feel
the need
to dream
of another
world
Dogfight (1991)
Dogfight - Directed by: Nancy Savoca Written by: Bob Comfort
In San Francisco on the night of November 21, 1963 – less than 24 hours before John Kennedy is killed – the four “bees”, marines who became friends due to their last names beginning with “B”, are ready to raise hell and attend one last “Dogfight”, a competition in which the marine who brings the “ugliest” girl wins a pool. It also happens to be a night that changes the life of one “B”, Corporal Birdlace (River Phoenix).
Meeting shy, plain-looking Rose (Lily Taylor) a waitress at a local café who longs to be a folk singer, Birdlace convinces her escort him to the Dogfight. When later, she discovers the truth o the party, shy Rose quickly morphs into feisty Rose, letting Birdlace have it, and not just verbally. She hauls back and punches him, leaving a shiner.
Returning to the café, Birdlace offers a sincere apology and asks if she’ll allow him to buy her dinner. Agreeing with a warning that if this is part of the Dogfight, she’ll kill him (I love her feistiness), they are off onto a path neither saw coming. They spend the night talking (he tells her he’s shipping out to Okinawa but hoping at some point go to this “little country called Vietnam” as an advisor), laughing, arguing over his constant need to swear and the power of song vs. the power of guns, and, come morning, realizing how much they truly like each other, how fully they compliment one another.
As far as the ending…I had a writing teacher who said there are infinite “an” endings to a film – this is an ending, that is an ending - and some, maybe many, maybe most are good to great, but there is only one “the” ending. Only one rightful and true end that naturally follows everything that preceded it. This is one of the few movies that has “the” ending.
A shiny, not-to-be-missed gem.
In San Francisco on the night of November 21, 1963 – less than 24 hours before John Kennedy is killed – the four “bees”, marines who became friends due to their last names beginning with “B”, are ready to raise hell and attend one last “Dogfight”, a competition in which the marine who brings the “ugliest” girl wins a pool. It also happens to be a night that changes the life of one “B”, Corporal Birdlace (River Phoenix).
Meeting shy, plain-looking Rose (Lily Taylor) a waitress at a local café who longs to be a folk singer, Birdlace convinces her escort him to the Dogfight. When later, she discovers the truth o the party, shy Rose quickly morphs into feisty Rose, letting Birdlace have it, and not just verbally. She hauls back and punches him, leaving a shiner.
Returning to the café, Birdlace offers a sincere apology and asks if she’ll allow him to buy her dinner. Agreeing with a warning that if this is part of the Dogfight, she’ll kill him (I love her feistiness), they are off onto a path neither saw coming. They spend the night talking (he tells her he’s shipping out to Okinawa but hoping at some point go to this “little country called Vietnam” as an advisor), laughing, arguing over his constant need to swear and the power of song vs. the power of guns, and, come morning, realizing how much they truly like each other, how fully they compliment one another.
As far as the ending…I had a writing teacher who said there are infinite “an” endings to a film – this is an ending, that is an ending - and some, maybe many, maybe most are good to great, but there is only one “the” ending. Only one rightful and true end that naturally follows everything that preceded it. This is one of the few movies that has “the” ending.
A shiny, not-to-be-missed gem.
When I Look At The World - U2 (words by Bono & The Edge
When you look at the world
What is it that you see?
People find all kinds of things
That bring them to their knees
I see an expression
So clear and so true
That it changes the atmosphere
When you walk into the room
So I try to be like you
Try to feel it like you do
But without you it's no use
I can't see what you see
When I look at the world
When the night is someone elses
And you're trying to get some sleep
When your thoughts are too expensive
To ever want to keep
When there's all kinds of chaos
And everyone is walking lame
You don't even blink now, do you
Or even look away
So I try to be like you
Try to feel it like you do
But without you it's no use
I can't see what you see
When I look at the world
I can't wait any longer
I can't wait till I'm stronger
Can't wait any longer
To see what you see
When I look at the world
I'm in the waiting room
Can't see for the smoke
I think of you and your holy book
While the rest of us choke
Tell me, tell me, what do you see?
Tell me, tell me, what's wrong with me
What is it that you see?
People find all kinds of things
That bring them to their knees
I see an expression
So clear and so true
That it changes the atmosphere
When you walk into the room
So I try to be like you
Try to feel it like you do
But without you it's no use
I can't see what you see
When I look at the world
When the night is someone elses
And you're trying to get some sleep
When your thoughts are too expensive
To ever want to keep
When there's all kinds of chaos
And everyone is walking lame
You don't even blink now, do you
Or even look away
So I try to be like you
Try to feel it like you do
But without you it's no use
I can't see what you see
When I look at the world
I can't wait any longer
I can't wait till I'm stronger
Can't wait any longer
To see what you see
When I look at the world
I'm in the waiting room
Can't see for the smoke
I think of you and your holy book
While the rest of us choke
Tell me, tell me, what do you see?
Tell me, tell me, what's wrong with me
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