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that bag

Posted: May 12th, 2012, 2:04 am
by the mingo
dead ships resting against
the shores of the world...

no, thank you

i just couldn't go through
the landscape like that
stranded & only looking out the windows

and so what if birds
perch on the old wrecks,
looking pretty & poetic and
do I look like a damn photographer ?

there is already way too many
killjoys roaming around with
their mouths open at
a moment's notice
looking for something
anything
to devour

they boast first off
of how they got where they are
and then of plans
and then of how they arrived at
their present wise & brilliant conclusions
as if being no more than a
sentient, savage, civilized, relentless sociopath
was to be preferred
or superior
over anything else

hell, Baby, don't even bother with that bag
lets just get fuck out of here

Re: that bag

Posted: May 12th, 2012, 7:28 pm
by stilltrucking
sentient, savage, civilized, relentless sociopath

8)

Re: that bag

Posted: May 17th, 2012, 2:24 am
by dadio
That's it. Well done.

Re: that bag

Posted: May 17th, 2012, 2:46 am
by creativesoul
i really feel like we have been around some of the same spineless twisted and frozen people- but i have met some really awesome real -loving people- i think the prozac is like changing the dna of the human minds and hearts- we think like fucking desperate houswives on tv= or hoarders- or ice fucking truckers - or storage wars- profiting on someone else s losses- that is amerikan entertainment i guess-i sit back and judge everyone - it is my choice as a writer i think-but is this not yet another form of indominatable will fulness- insolence-? why yes- that rebel blood is running thri the viens of the same red blood we all have- but some of these ladies with 4000$ purses and plastic faces- how do they walk in those shoes? i know they are better than me- they can walk on stilts- or are they clowns?

Re: that bag

Posted: May 17th, 2012, 8:15 am
by the mingo
Jack & Terry - thx.

cs - i just poke fun, Jana, though sometimes i get serious about it and my poke stick becomes a sword - got a anal streak a few miles wide, ya see, and the rebel falls to hardheartedness. Fine line between benevolence & fascism. And i approach the good people with the same sorrow i feel for the hard & heartless. My uncle called it "balance" -
and, as always, I just don't know :wink: 8)

Re: that bag

Posted: May 18th, 2012, 3:11 pm
by creativesoul
irie- so true as balance is what i am learning- grazie