Mother Earth
Mother Earth woke to find
Her light had hit the ground
She held her dyeing ember
Until it's love faded out
Which left just a shadow
She held so tenderly
That the sorrow of her loss
Became a melody
So she sang as she cried
For her love that went away
Sought herself a box
For what was left to make it's lay
Upon a walk in the wilds
She came upon a tree
Barren, all but branches
With a Leper underneath
He said "Mother Earth I know you,
I've heard your melody
Out back beyond the mountain
I have what you seek.
But see dear I'm weak
By my legs I am betrayed
Say carry me along
And your shadow love we shall lay away."
So reaching down like mother
His sickness she did bring
And together onward journeyed
Towards her own oblivion
Upon a path so well trodden
Once lay white beneath the sun
Fell fathomed into darkness
Until life and death were one
There upon a great stone
Lain for many years
Under autumns golden slumber
Of life's seasoned fallen tears
The prize of her passion
For a son lost in haze
Just a needle away from star shine
And a shadow from the grave
Yellow purse, high up there on the shelf.
Yellow purse, I want you for myself.
You're made of plastic, and…
You have elastic, and…
I hold you in my hand…
I think you look just grand…
And when I get you home…
Pile in everything I own…
Oh, how I'll love my new purse.
Yellow purse, they want me to pay full price.
Yellow purse, I don't think that's very nice.
I shop from store to store…
Each one is charging more…
Drive all around the town…
Waiting for your mark-down…
Then one day I read…
Exactly what I need…
They've finally put you on sale.
Yellow bag -- you'll carry all my swag.
Yellow bag -- you clean up with just a damp rag.
I went shopping every day…
I even put some on lay-away…
But when the day was done…
I knew they were not the one…
Then, finally, one night…
This one's exactly right…
I've just found my new bag.
My pink pants, I think they were made in France.
My pink pants, I wear them at every chance.
They go with my new shirt…
A necklace wouldn't hurt…
They're just my favorite shade…
I got them tailor-made…
There's just one thing I fear…
That always brings a tear…
They just don't go with my purse.
mark the one willing to explore...
a hero within our mist,
complete me
compete thee
the hour divides
Calm down..calm down
the turning of the tide
Halen, Hendrix & Page
broken windows mark your age
visible
creative rage...
frozen Tundra
late night number...,
look deeper
crunch of the familiar
lonesome tiger,
heaven in side her
walk to the meeting
in seek of a kingdom
treasure with your coat on
in use of the magic fog
Bronco to deliver
summertime hooker
catch you in a hurry
sprinkled to why should we worry
all the lights are dim
Neil Peart with drums going crazy
lay away in a bed of hay;
masturbation...with self deprivation
Hugh Heffner with Playboy just articles today
lonely teardrops fall silently through the aged loop holes
20 nods and 20 winks,
it’s all smoke-and-mirrors
me lazy bones think
Swampy eye creatures
say dey got a thousand-dollar discount
sofa solution
And dey gon put me
on a ten-dollar monthly lay-away plan
This 20/20 optical illusion
be straight up sewer smell talking
Old-timey lip confusion,
king crab style slug moon-walking
Dem gator jaw creatures
say dey gon make jobs be penny plenty
Telling dat to a son of a slave,
is bat-crazy
spit
flying out of a man-hole cave
Giving work to somebody in chains,
sho’ do a lot of overhead save
This 20/20 optical illusion,
it got a downright awful toilet smell
Dem publicans ... croc smiling,
all gon be flushed up da river to jail
Every 20/20 lying double vision,
sticky fingers and scaly toes ... swampy sin puppet
twins be flushed down da pit to hell
Lay away.
I had never heard the term
Until I saw a friend use it. We were in seventh grade.
We had both fallen in love with a purse with large ugly brown beads attached to the side.
Hers was blonde, mine was orange.
I lamented I could not have it.
Lay a way, she chanted. Lay a way! Lay a way!
I had never heard of it.
This is where you put three dollars down,
The only three dollars you have,
Your babysitting money that used to come hard back then, when
We babysat a family of six for twenty-five cents an hour.
And you have to come back to the store and pay the rest of the money in installments
Until you are finally finished plunking down the whole twelve dollars.
Her mother had taught her,
And she taught me.
It nearly worried me to death.
Scared I would never get the rest of the money to them.
Knowing not only would the purse not be mine
But that if I could not scrounge up the
Rest of the cash, I just lost twelve hours
Worth of babysitting six children.
I laid across your heart like a bed.
Secure, soaring through the air.
Goodbye to the linen I left back at home.
Stuck in an room.
I felt at ease.
My back falling splat into comfort.
An endless supply of sheets.
Laying in complete peace.
My every woe.
My every ache.
Thereby at the door.
There's nothing outside this moment.
Soon I will be sleep.
That's all left to do.
Snore.
A dream closer than the eye.
Sandman.
Stay where you are.
Away from me and my cache
made of heart.
I hope you don't mind that I've laid here.
Contouring to your every shape.
To lay away in this elation I have towards you.
I hope to catch more than a decent sleep.
My neck twisted left.
In a deep sleep in the contours of your heart
The intriguing magic of Christmas
Is in my early childhood recall.
It wasn't so much expected toys.
I remember them hardly at all.
"The month after this comes Christmas".
My sister and I counted down.
The magic of Christmas was coming
Into our little rural town.
The small family stores ordered early.
Mama bought gifts on lay-away.
She wanted to be sure they were paid for
Ere the coming of Christmas Day.
But it wasn't the gifts that entranced us,
It was the feeling in the air.
There were the Christmas plays at school
In which everyone could share.
"The week after this week is Christmas".
School vacation had begun.
We could smell Christmas all over the house.
Mama's good pies and fruitcakes were done.
"The day after the day after tomorrow is Christmas".
At last it was coming so near.
We both were in hopes this would be the time
We would see Santa Claus appear.
And now the magic was potent,
"Tomorrow is Christmas Day".
We dreamed of toys and candies and love
And wished that the magic could stay.
You ask why I so love Christmas,
It's the pure magic in the air
And the love that's shared by everyone
When Christmas time draws near.
One Drop
to a melancholic heart
one drop of love
are blooming roses
arouse enthusiasm
sing thousands heart’s desire
in silent decending
of its sparking beauty
lay away veiled senses
imply enduring tranquillity
glorious fragrance
exclusive enchantment
benign smile
one drop
to reach life’ s abundance
wish i could just have
my only one
one drop of love
Sukmawati komala
04 February 2013
With Christmas time coming
It's time to call Jack
Sears needs a Santa
to get the Families back
They look for his number
It's no where to be found
They look in all the drawers
Managers buzzing all around
Then almost like magic
Who walks through the door
Sure enough it's Jack
no need to search anymore
His boots are all shiney
His beard white as snow
He looks like Santa's twin
His eyes even glow
Retail season is saved
The people coming in today
Will get to see Santa Jack
And put gifts on Lay Away
The children all love him
They don't give him a break
Poor Santa Jack has to go
His knees start to shake
He drops little Johny
Jumps over some trees
Slipping on a present
He falls down on his knees
The real Santa's watching
Down in the North Pole
A special gift for Santa Jack
This year he won't get Coal
Perhaps a red new suit
with some non slip boots
No more nasty stains
When Santa Jack gets the toots
For Carol Eastman's Christmas Contest.
I think the kids will enjoy Santa Jack.
Dedicated to my friend Jack, a jolly old soul who's never lived at the North Pole.
Sleepless and confused, my mind wonders around like a lost child,
all this gray and rain makes me think suicidal.
Having to do the same stuff over and over again is pissing me off,
so i lay away to this sound of the beat i got playing so soft.
My only escape is and every will be is this beat,
trust me it can put on a good show so have your self a seat.
It will rock your world from the wonders it can do to you,
cause this sound is from the heart and soul and that is true.
Most people don't believe me that music can change a persons life,
it's only cause they have never experienced a good fight.
A fight for there own life, and the only thing that brought them back was music,
but they still refuse to admit that it's not magic.
So go put on a set of headphones and tell listen to a beat or two,
cause by the time you are done i will be asking you if it aint true.
So that's what i am about to go do is put on a set of headphones and listen through,
cause it's not what i can do but what the music can do to you.
I’d save up all of my extra pennies in a shoebox beneath my bed,
And each night before I went to sleep I’d spend them in my head.
Sometimes I’d spend the whole darned stash on something just for me,
But sometimes I’d imagine myself on a less selfish shopping spree.
When Christmas came I’d take out the box and count whatever I had,
And try to decide how much I could spend on my brothers, mom and dad.
Way back then you’d be surprised what you could get for just a buck,
Coloring books, marbles and puzzles or maybe a toy pick up truck.
My dad would get a tie that could brighten up any room,
And for mom there was always a bottle of Walgreen’s best perfume.
I could buy a gift for each member of my family for just five ninety-eight,
And have enough left over for a Payday bar and go home feeling great.
Then I’d wrap the gifts and label them and put them beneath the tree,
I’d set them all towards the front so they’d see they came from me.
And after they’d opened their gifts and Christmas wishes had all been said,
I’d go upstairs and drop a couple of pennies into the shoebox beneath my bed.
im discusted from what their doing
joining forces just to kill some more
they dont even seem to care
as bodies fall to the floor
so
the darkness consimed them
and the bullets start to sprey
as people fly away
the darkness consumed them
the people run but cannot leave
they corner them at the shore
they dont even seem to care
as bodies drop to the floo
go
run away from hell
and the bullets fly away
as people lay away
runaway from hell
run
in fear from them
and the bullets start to sprey
as people fly away
in fear from them
.
With that rare gift of gab for deceiving,
wooing, unsuspecting victims of his,
a shrewd, forked tongued charmer he truly is.
He hoodwinks the naive into giving
hard-earned money as gift or donation
to this sect or that denomination
for a VIP banquet reservation
or some kind of lay-away plan seven
for a future six-star suite in heaven.
With serious crimes he has been charged lately :
perjury, fraud, swindling, embezzlement.
He claims, as man of God, he's innocent.
As one among Eden's pre-chosen heirs,
he says his faults are divinely forgiven.
That's why he owns a six-star suite in heaven.
.
Preacher man said..."Put another dolla' in the plate!"
Preacher man said..."Put another dolla' in the plate!"
I got my blessin' on lay-away;
Don't know how long I gotta wait!
Preacher man asked..."How long did you suffer?"
Preacher man asked..."How long did you suffer?"
I said, "It ain't over yet,
'Cuz these problems are gettin' tougher!"
Preacher man asked..."Where did your faith go?"
Preacher man asked..."Where did your faith go?"
I been leakin' for years;
I ain't got nothin' left to show!
Preacher man said..."You ain't supposed to be tired!"
Preacher man said..."You ain't supposed to be tired!"
I ain't got no mo' dollars' to give,
Because I just got fired!
Preacher man said..."Lay your burden down!"
Preacher man said..."Lay your burden down!"
I put them six feet under,
But they came right back out of the ground!
Preacher man passed the plate...One mo' time.
Preacher man passed the plate...One mo' time.
I just gave him a dollar;
Now, he wants my last dime!
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my heart starts to f a d e
forgetting what heart beats and blood is for to sustain
and and
my memory does not play
for you are the imprinted punctures of a code
that I must feel with my hand
cause while your are away
I see well
cannot that
and if any particle of you remains
a r t b e g i n s t o s
e w
h e
y l
m l
cause whatever warmth is left
I stay up longer held.
while you are away
my heart begins to lack
all the times of composure
want less to interact
and I
and I
would just lay away
I am not that strong
while
while you are away...
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