Poetry for the masses

MY ANGEL OF LOVE

We gathered our love together in a song,
And sang it to each other,
We poured out our hearts to the crowds before us.
We had the power of the song.

I miss the days of togetherness,
Our music locked in a single room.
And I hope you'll come back soon.

Sing to me again about your angel of love,
It always seemed to touch my heart,
Then I'll sing to you of Adrian,
And my little maidens fair.

I charished the days we were together,
And your voice echoing in my heart.
I charished the days now and forever,
Let us never grow apart.

And I know I'll miss you, just like I always have.
When you leave again today.
But I realize now, Our love is forever.
And I will see you again someday.

I cried for the loss of togetherness,
The loss of your beautiful songs.
But realized we'll be together forever,
Me and my angel of love.

-by doofus

THINK OF ME

you were here
you were gone
we laughed
i cried
you left with a smile
said you had fun
you said,"I will miss you"
you lied

"Think of me" you said
with a smile
i think of you
all of the time
"Think of me" you said
then laughed
you are all that is on
my mind

"It's funny" you said
"The way you cry"
I cry for you
all of the time
"It's funny" you said
"The way you laugh"
that laugh
was not mine

-doofus

UNTRAMPLED FOOTSTEPS

I
Untrampled footsteps
Borderline dreams
Occasion for sinners
alive if it seems
given to wander
alone at the shore
wanton to whisper
I am no more
Am as my heart beats
live as I can
wanton to whisper
faraways sands

II
Now come into my pretty isle
My wear westward wanderer
Faraway is as it seems
& so alone shall shelter
Come along unto my sails
as weary islands go
prosper merry as I went
I shall no more the sailor
Shall I ho the sailor

III
Where were you when I needed you?
Where indeed but in some sheltered
Sturdy heaven; wasted, broken
sadly broke & one thin thing to get us thru

IV
Urchin crawl broke
spenders bleeders all
brew North
stained lot
he was lost
out on an aircraft
high above
long awkward brewer's
shelters breed

this ugly crew
our poisoned jet
god get us love & get
us speed
To get us home again
love
Crippled by people
cut by nothing
Public housing
the incredible damage
can be cured

V
She's my girl friend:
I wouldn't tell her
Name but I think
you already know her
Name
is
Square fire insect
marble saffron intro
demi-rag in flames

it's the same game
whether you call it
by her real name

VI
She lives in the city
under the sea
Prisoner of pirates
prisoner of dreams
I want to be w/ her
want her to see
The things I've created
sea-shells that bleed
Sensitive seeds
of Impossible warships

Dragon-fly hovers
& wavers& teases
The weeds & his wings
are in terrible fury

-Jim Morrison

ALWAYS A PLAYGROUND INSTRUCTOR

Always a playground instructor,
never a killer. Always a bridesmaid
on the verge of fame, or over,
he maneuvered 2 girls into his
hotel room. One, a friend,
and a newer stranger, vaguely
Mexican or Puerto Rican.

Poor boy's thighs & buttocks, scarred
by a father's belt. She's trying
to rise. Story of her boyfriend
& teen-age stone death games.
Handsome cat, dead in a car.

Come here
I love you
Peace on earth
Will you die for me
eat me
this way
the end

-I'm surprised you could get it up.
He whips her lightly, sardonically
w/belt.
-Haven't I been thru enough? she asks.

The dark girl begins to bleed.
It's Catholic heaven. I have an
ancient Indian crucifix around
my Neck. My chest is hard
& brown. Lying on stained &
wretched sheets w/a bleeding Virgin.
We could plan a murder, or
Start a religion

-Jim Morrison

THE MOVIE

The movie will begin in five moments
The mindless voice announced
All those unseated will await the next show

We filled slowly, languidly into the hall
the auditorium was vast and silent
As we seated and were darkened, the voice continued:

The program for this evening is not new,
You've seen this entertainment through and through.
You've seen your birth, your life and death,
You might recall all of the rest.
did you have a good world when you died?
Enough to base a movie on?

I'm getting out of here!.......Where are you going?
To the otherside of the evening.......Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas.

Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand.

It's all right, all your friends are here.......When can I meet them?
After you've eaten.......I'm not hungry
Uh, we meant beaten.

Silver stream, silvery scream
Ooooh, impossible concentration

-Jim Morrison

STONED IMMACULATE

Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused.
One summer night, going to the pier.
I ran into two young girls.
The blonde was called Freedom.
The dark one, Enterprise.
We talked and they told me this story.
Now listen to this....
I'll tell you about Texas radio and teh big beat.
Self driven, slow and mad
Like some new language.
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger.
Let me tell you about heartache and teh loss of god.
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night.
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars.
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate

-Jim Morrison

FUEL

they were digging a new foundation in manhatton
and they discovered a slave cemetery there
may their souls rest easy now taht lynching is frowned upon
and we've moved on to the electric chair

and I wonder who's gonna be president
tweedle dumb or tweedle dumber?
and who's gonna have the big
blockbuster box office
this summer
how 'bout we put up a wall
between the houses and the highway
and then you can go your way
and I can go my way

except all the radious agree with all the tv's
and the magazines agree with all the radios
and I keep hearing that same damb song
everywhere I go
maybe I should put a bucket over my head
and a marshmallow in each ear
and stumble around for another dumb numb weak
for another hum drum hit song to appear

people used to make records
as in a record of an event
the event of people playing music in a room
now everythings about cross marketing
it's about sunglasses and shoes
or guns or drugs
you choose

we got it rehashed
we got it half assed
we're digging up all the raves
and we're spitting on the past
and we can choose between the colors
of the lipstick on the whores
cuz we know the difference
betweent the font of twenty percent more
and the font of teriyaki
you tell me
how does it make you feel?
you tell me what's real

the say that alcoholics are always alcoholics
even when they're as dry as my lips for years
even when they're stranded on a small desert island
with no place in two thousand miles to buy bear
and I wonder is he different
is he different
has he changed
what he's about
or is he just a liar
with nothing to lie about
am I headed for the same brick wall
is there anything I can do
about anything at all

except go back to that corner in manhatton
and dig deeper
dig deeper this time
down beneath the imposible pain of our history
beneath unkown bones
beneath the bedrock of the mystery
beneath the sewage system and the path train
beneath the cobblestones and the water main
beneat the traffic of friendships and street deals
beneat the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels
beneath everything I can think of to think about
beneath it all
beneath all get out
beneat the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel
there's a fire that's just waiting for fuel

-Ani Difranco

NOT SO SOFT

in a forest of stone
underneat the corporate canopy
where the sun
rarely
filters
down
the ground
is not so soft
not so soft

they build buildings
to house people making money
or they build building to make money off housing people
it's true
like a lot of things are ture
i am foraging for a phone booth
on the forest floor
that is not so soft
i look up
it looks like
the buildings are burnining
but it's just the sun setting
in the windows
the solar system calling an end
to another buisiness day
eternally circling
signaling the rhythimec clicking
on and off of computers
the pulse
of the american machine
the pulse
that draws death dancing
out of anonymouse side streets
(the onces that get dumped
on but never get plowed)
it draws death dancing
out of little countries
with funny languages
where the ground is getting harder
and it was not
that
soft
before

those who call the shots
are never in the line of fire
why
when there is life for hire
out there
if a flag of truth
were raised
we could watch every liar
rise to wave it
here
we learn america like a script
playwright
birthright
samething
we bring
ourselves to the role
we are all rehearsing for the presidency
i always wanted to be
commander in chief
of my one woman army

but i can envision the mediocrity
of my finest hour
it is the failed america in me
it is the fear
that lives
in a forest of stone
underneat the coporate canopy
where the sun
rarely
filters
down
and the ground
is not so soft

-Ani Difranco

LULLABY

on candystripe legs spiderman comes
softly through the shadow of the evening sun
stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
looking for the victim shivering in bed
searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
suddenly! a movement in the corner of the
room! and there is nothing i can do when i
realise with freight that the spiderman is having
me for dinner tonight

quietly he laughs and shaking his head creeps
closer now closer to the foot of the bed and
softer than shadow and quicker than flies his
arms are all around me and his tongue in my
eyes "be still be calm be quiet now my precious
boy don't struggle like that or i will only love
you more for it's much too late to get away or
turn on the light the spiderman is having you
for dinner tonight"

and i feel like i'm being eaten by a thousand
million shivering furry holes and i know that in
the morning i will wake up in the shivering cold
and the spiderman is always hungry...

-robert smith of the cure

DEAD MAN'S HILL

We were down at Dead Man's Hill, smoking vines like cigarettes
Looking through the trashy mags, trying to feel what's coming next
You told me of crashing cars, older brothers, and late night bars
I told you what I feel most, and you kept it like a ghost forever

Don't you write it down, remember this in your head
Don't take a picture, remember this in your heart
Don't leave a message, talk to me face to face
(Talk to me face to face) Talk to me face to face
Lying on the bright blue jumping mat, dinner bell is ringing
Barking dogs and model planes, and the sound of passing trains
We watch for bonfires in the sky, on the beach in July
Spin the bottle, steal the kiss, postcards to the one I miss forever
The one I miss forever

Don't you write it down, remember this in your head
Don't take a picture, remember this in your heart
I'll leave a message when everything comes apart
(Talk to me face to face) Talk to me face to face
(Everything comes apart) Ahhhhhh, I'll leave a message
When everything comes apart

I remember cats on fire, gasoline, a burning spiral
Standing underneath the night, fighting back with all my might
Empty cans and charred remains, find them in the heat of day
On the top of Dead Man's Hill, this is what I know of shame forever
-Indigo Girls

GHOST

There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer
The last truce we ever came to from our adolescent war
And I start to feel the fever from the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons, shadowing my dreams

The Mississippi's mighty, but it starts in Minnesota
At a place that you could walk across with five steps down And I guess that's how you started like a pinprick to my heart
But at this point you rush right through me and I start to drown

And there's not enough room in this world for my pain
Signals cross and love gets lost and time passed makes it plain
Of all my demon spirits I need you the most

I'm in love with your ghost
I'm in love with your ghost

Dark and dangerous like a secret that gets whispered in a hush
When I wake the things I dreamt about you last night make me blush
When you kiss me like a lover, then you sting me like a viper
I go follow to the river, play your memory like the piper

And I feel it like a sickness, how this love is killing me
But I'd walk into the fingers of your fire willingly
And dance the edge of sanity, I've never been this close
In love with your ghost

Unknowing captor, you'll never know how much you
Pierced my spirit, but I can't touch you
Can you hear it, a cry to be free
I'm forever under lock and key as you pass through me

Now I see your face before me, I would launch a thousand ships
To bring your heart back to my island as the sand beneath me slips
As I burn up in your presence, and I know now how it feels
To be weakened like Achilles, with you always at my heels
And my bitter pill to swallow is the silence that I keep
It poisons me, I can't swim free, the river is too deep
Though I'm baptized by your touch, I am no worse at most

In love with your ghost
In love with your ghost (shadowing my dreams)

-Indigo Girls

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