- Mood:
tired - Music:Ours - "Medication"
In this New Year
my quill lays unsung,
parchment slowly curling,
like Time's fetal unfurling.
Oh you ragged vane quill,
poemless much too long,
spill thy burden of ink onto
this skin of stillborn lamb.
Release me from this
frozen time, this place
where thoughts are dark,
poets lonely and silent.
my quill lays unsung,
parchment slowly curling,
like Time's fetal unfurling.
Oh you ragged vane quill,
poemless much too long,
spill thy burden of ink onto
this skin of stillborn lamb.
Release me from this
frozen time, this place
where thoughts are dark,
poets lonely and silent.
- Location:Lick Skillet, North Carolina
- Mood:
hopeful - Music:Silence
*I always love feedback/critiques/suggestions. Thanks for readings
Flower Heads and Grain
We were conceived
as vulnerable spindles
w/ ballet eyes
made of metal & glass.
In a palm or on a femur,
sleep is a pulley.
We revise:
Rest
is not gained.
We hit the pummel horse
like street drummers.
Tribal rhymes.
In the kitchen sun,
apples melting in a pot,
silver whisk
& crank.
In a cabin
w/ Henry, pen
& lantern.
We leave behind
ink fingerprints
smudgeclouds on the
tabletops.
We are the undeniable
walking through
phonetic arches while
Whitman continues
to heal Newark.
We prove & define.
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New MOTION CITY SOUNDTRACK song out now!
Go here to listen to it.
It's my favorite of the three released so far ("Disappear" and "Her Words Destroyed My Planet"). What does everyone else think?
Go here to listen to it.
It's my favorite of the three released so far ("Disappear" and "Her Words Destroyed My Planet"). What does everyone else think?
Loves Splinter
and yes i know your souls on fire
i see your heart
i see your splinter
i see the wound that festers and refuses to heal
and your eyes tell me
show me the story
laid out in plain
for all who care to see
how the splinter became lodged
by the hand that was loved
the trust that was broken
and the pain of the memory
that's forever burned in your eyes
and yes i know your souls on fire
i see your heart
i see your splinter
i see the wound that festers and refuses to heal
and your eyes tell me
show me the story
laid out in plain
for all who care to see
how the splinter became lodged
by the hand that was loved
the trust that was broken
and the pain of the memory
that's forever burned in your eyes
- Music:Dare You To Move - Switchfoot
okay so I'm writing this thinking and listening to this:
Luis Fonsi - Imaginame Sin Ti
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOeWqWHoZ
That Voice/Esa Voz
Me enamoro de tu voz cada vez
Cada vez que te escucho
Esa voz que me encanta
La voz que me atrapa
Tan bella es
Ay mi amor cantame otravez
That voice
Oh baby enchant me again
Everytime I hear it I fall in love again
That voice, it traps me
It's lovely
Oh my love, sing to me again
Como seria que me enamoras cadavez?
Con esa voz me caigo
Con esa voz to me despiertas
Ay, cantame otravez
How is it that you make me fall everytime?
With that voice I fall
With that voice I awaken
Oh, sing to me again
Cantame, mi regalo
Cantame, que si no me muero
Cantame, que te nesesito
Sing to me, my gift
Sing to me, because if not I'll die
Sing to me, because I need you
By Wilmary
Okay, so every 2nd stanza is the translation to the first. It may not be direct, because it doesn't sound right that way. It wouldn't make sense, and it also sounds prettier in Spanish.
Luis Fonsi - Imaginame Sin Ti
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOeWqWHoZ
That Voice/Esa Voz
Me enamoro de tu voz cada vez
Cada vez que te escucho
Esa voz que me encanta
La voz que me atrapa
Tan bella es
Ay mi amor cantame otravez
That voice
Oh baby enchant me again
Everytime I hear it I fall in love again
That voice, it traps me
It's lovely
Oh my love, sing to me again
Como seria que me enamoras cadavez?
Con esa voz me caigo
Con esa voz to me despiertas
Ay, cantame otravez
How is it that you make me fall everytime?
With that voice I fall
With that voice I awaken
Oh, sing to me again
Cantame, mi regalo
Cantame, que si no me muero
Cantame, que te nesesito
Sing to me, my gift
Sing to me, because if not I'll die
Sing to me, because I need you
By Wilmary
Okay, so every 2nd stanza is the translation to the first. It may not be direct, because it doesn't sound right that way. It wouldn't make sense, and it also sounds prettier in Spanish.
You have a low tolerance for pain
But you aren't tender enough to cut with a fork
So you bring this on yourself, really
Because I have a low tolerance for stupidity
And my words are razor sharp
[X posted in my journal]
hold my hand dear i'm
getting wet feet and
i know it has been
awhile, quite awhile
but you make me want to
feel the way i used to
feel all over again.
getting wet feet and
i know it has been
awhile, quite awhile
but you make me want to
feel the way i used to
feel all over again.
Under the oak
I stood there
Waiting
As leaf began as bud
Full of promise
Until hues of greens, reds
And tarnished golds
Were falling, twirling free
And thoughts
Awashed my mind
Of my Father
And how he came to pass
We were of the same seed
Does the apple
Not fall far
From the tree?
© Donna Roberts
I stood there
Waiting
As leaf began as bud
Full of promise
Until hues of greens, reds
And tarnished golds
Were falling, twirling free
And thoughts
Awashed my mind
Of my Father
And how he came to pass
We were of the same seed
Does the apple
Not fall far
From the tree?
© Donna Roberts
La Roux are about to head out on tour in support of their Self-Titled album which included the singles "Bulletproof", "I'm Not Your Toy", and more! This tour will take them through the US for a few dates and across most of Europe.
North American Tour Dates:
Feb 1 2010 8:00P Lincoln Hall Chicago
Feb 3 2010 8:00P Imperial Quebec City
Feb 5 2010 8:00P Metropolis Montreal
Feb 6 2010 8:00P Capital Ottawa
Feb 9 2010 8:00P Voyeurs Philadelphia
Feb 10 2010 8:00P 930 Washington
Feb 11 2010 8:00P Webster Hall New York
More dates under the cut:
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North American Tour Dates:
Feb 1 2010 8:00P Lincoln Hall Chicago
Feb 3 2010 8:00P Imperial Quebec City
Feb 5 2010 8:00P Metropolis Montreal
Feb 6 2010 8:00P Capital Ottawa
Feb 9 2010 8:00P Voyeurs Philadelphia
Feb 10 2010 8:00P 930 Washington
Feb 11 2010 8:00P Webster Hall New York
More dates under the cut:
( Read more... )
So my laptop hard drive crashed on new years eve, no reason that I can find. And I lost everything. Luckily my pictures were all backed up and all my music was on my two iPods but I was wondering if any of you have used the iPod ripping program and what works best.
Thanks on advance!
i am a mountain climber
i climb mountains
over there is a goat
he too climbs mountains
i contemplate Olympus
and long for ambrosia
he already believes he is a god
this may explain why i sometimes slip
yet he does not
some of us will eat anything
those of us who do not
are victims of scarcity
my philosophy is now that of the goat
i the satyr
sing songs
sure footed, iron gulleted
i am now the conqueror of life
never shall i tumble again
i climb mountains
over there is a goat
he too climbs mountains
i contemplate Olympus
and long for ambrosia
he already believes he is a god
this may explain why i sometimes slip
yet he does not
some of us will eat anything
those of us who do not
are victims of scarcity
my philosophy is now that of the goat
i the satyr
sing songs
sure footed, iron gulleted
i am now the conqueror of life
never shall i tumble again
Father Dearest
The other day I saw my father fall
I saw him scream in pain
And my heart and thoughts changed then
All those years when he looked and seemed bigger than me
Are gone
He looked so small on the flooded floor
Holding his hurt hand, fragile
I looked down toward him
And an itch came to my heart
I felt like a mother wanting to heal their child
But there is no healing with bipolar
Not the kind a mother can give
Not the kind a daughter can give
His voice no longer triggers fear down my spine
His voice now brings a realization
One that tells me
He does not control me anymore
And neither does his mighty hand
My skin will not bruise anymore
Not from your demanding hand
You are small and fragile
Don't you see
Now I am in charge of you
Now I have to take care of the abuser...
By Wilmary
The other day I saw my father fall
I saw him scream in pain
And my heart and thoughts changed then
All those years when he looked and seemed bigger than me
Are gone
He looked so small on the flooded floor
Holding his hurt hand, fragile
I looked down toward him
And an itch came to my heart
I felt like a mother wanting to heal their child
But there is no healing with bipolar
Not the kind a mother can give
Not the kind a daughter can give
His voice no longer triggers fear down my spine
His voice now brings a realization
One that tells me
He does not control me anymore
And neither does his mighty hand
My skin will not bruise anymore
Not from your demanding hand
You are small and fragile
Don't you see
Now I am in charge of you
Now I have to take care of the abuser...
By Wilmary
I Give My All
You are the biggest pain in the ass
But you are the best cure to my heart
And the you are the answer to all my thoughts
My pillow fills with tears
When I think of my pattern
I love and love and then suddenly it's gone
My head throbs at the thought of losing
What I really fought for
I love every part of you
Yes you frustrate me and you disagree with me
But I know you love me
And I know I love you
I love every flaw in you
Because you tell me it's not stupid when I cry
When I care too much
Or when my love's thrown in my face
I love every side of you
The one that puts his arm out so that I won't fall
In the ice the threatens my bones
And the one that cares whenever I smile
I fought for you
And I wont let you go
Not after the months of denying you
And convincing you
That we are right for each other
No, we will not go down
There is never a dull moment with you
My love
You let me vent, you let me blab
And you love the way I am
I love you
You are the biggest pain in the ass
But you are the best cure to my heart
And the you are the answer to all my thoughts
My pillow fills with tears
When I think of my pattern
I love and love and then suddenly it's gone
My head throbs at the thought of losing
What I really fought for
I love every part of you
Yes you frustrate me and you disagree with me
But I know you love me
And I know I love you
I love every flaw in you
Because you tell me it's not stupid when I cry
When I care too much
Or when my love's thrown in my face
I love every side of you
The one that puts his arm out so that I won't fall
In the ice the threatens my bones
And the one that cares whenever I smile
I fought for you
And I wont let you go
Not after the months of denying you
And convincing you
That we are right for each other
No, we will not go down
There is never a dull moment with you
My love
You let me vent, you let me blab
And you love the way I am
I love you
And to you I give my all
By Wilmary
Black Star is back! At least for one song and video, and I must say it's great stuff.. Here's the article. Click "Continue Reading" for the video.
http://pitchfork.com/news/37468-mos-d
http://pitchfork.com/news/37468-mos-d
- Location:work
- Mood:
working - Music:Mos Def feat. Talib Kweli - "History"
I feel the emptiness of your soul even though you’re not here
I feel the heat of your coldness even when you’re no longer with me
The lights go out and you still glow
The dust fades out and my mind flows
I feel the loneliness of your smile
I feel the man who pretends to be an isle
I feel the shape of an endless exile
Touchless, Thoughtless, tenseness
Fearless, loveless, Relentless
The ice melts after a cloudy day
The sun paints the sky with blinding rays
You’re the brightest in heaven
The very image of hell’s decay
When in my eyes there’s only you
I can’t even feel the pain of yesterday
All I yearn is for a quiet peaceful delay
As I dance among the ashes of fate
I bathe in the night, when the full moon rises
I clap hands when the time freezes slightly
I quietly wait for your heart to bloom someday
So I can feed the beast which took my heart away
And pour out these feelings that drive me insane
I feel your presence when I look away
I wish I could beg you to stay
I smell your scent when you slip away
I hear your breathing when I’m not awake
Faceless, sightless, ravenous desire
Restless, merciless, sadness pyre
Lend me the key of your neverending happiness
Let me set you free from the shackles of forgetfulness
Lead me to the depths of your body and soul
Man, and Creature
Pain, and oblivion
I feel the heat of your coldness even when you’re no longer with me
The lights go out and you still glow
The dust fades out and my mind flows
I feel the loneliness of your smile
I feel the man who pretends to be an isle
I feel the shape of an endless exile
Touchless, Thoughtless, tenseness
Fearless, loveless, Relentless
The ice melts after a cloudy day
The sun paints the sky with blinding rays
You’re the brightest in heaven
The very image of hell’s decay
When in my eyes there’s only you
I can’t even feel the pain of yesterday
All I yearn is for a quiet peaceful delay
As I dance among the ashes of fate
I bathe in the night, when the full moon rises
I clap hands when the time freezes slightly
I quietly wait for your heart to bloom someday
So I can feed the beast which took my heart away
And pour out these feelings that drive me insane
I feel your presence when I look away
I wish I could beg you to stay
I smell your scent when you slip away
I hear your breathing when I’m not awake
Faceless, sightless, ravenous desire
Restless, merciless, sadness pyre
Lend me the key of your neverending happiness
Let me set you free from the shackles of forgetfulness
Lead me to the depths of your body and soul
Man, and Creature
Pain, and oblivion
I heard about a girl in town with powder-blue shoes
I knew from a storyteller (no, not from a saint)
Though I’m sure I’ve terribly misconstrued
He speaks of a girl with blue-green veins
How they reach out far beyond her fingers
Awkward tube-strings dangling in the breeze
Like jilted puppet remains following her hither
Sometimes she used them even to breathe
(And she was born like that
Loopy and never quite glad)
At home her veins grew and spread from wall to wall
Soaking up the sounds from her room to the next
I asked how she could absorb and enthrall
She said the process was really quite complex
But she wouldn’t share those lovely hues
Hoarding them all inside her space-constrained head
The blue-veined girl with powder-blue shoes
While her house turns dark and silent and dead
Draining colours from the television not too soon
When quite suddenly she burst at the seams oh
Her blood swirled with the colours of a rainbow
And pooled in the middle of the living room
(Which became a tourist attraction for days)
when i was young and too close to things, i couldn't distinguish realism from ideallism. so i scaled my way upward to see them better. the older i get and the higher up the mountain i go, the more i see realism and cynicism blending together and the more i want to get to the other side of the mountain so i can't see anything anymore.
Today, I wanted to say something:
The fact that all the minutia and belabored past
Is worth it to see the smallest muscles of your eyes
Contract to the flimsiest whims of the sun and clouds;
But each breath past your lips says more
About you and me and the endless miracles of existence
Than any spoken language could convey:
It is in your beauty that my words inhabit, immortal --
Not the other way around,
Because words cannot penetrate such wonder.
The fact that all the minutia and belabored past
Is worth it to see the smallest muscles of your eyes
Contract to the flimsiest whims of the sun and clouds;
But each breath past your lips says more
About you and me and the endless miracles of existence
Than any spoken language could convey:
It is in your beauty that my words inhabit, immortal --
Not the other way around,
Because words cannot penetrate such wonder.
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