Jam #1 - Imagine A Nation
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stilltrucking
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Imagine a nation
Ruled by a Queen
Who suffers fools lightly
And is kind to her King
Whose feminine wiles
Only come into play
For balancing budgets
And saving the day
Ruled by a Queen
Who suffers fools lightly
And is kind to her King
Whose feminine wiles
Only come into play
For balancing budgets
And saving the day
I used to walk with my head in the clouds but I kept getting struck by lightning!
Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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stilltrucking
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- Joined: October 24th, 2004, 12:29 pm
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Winged Winged victory inspired the painter, I forgot his name, American I think.
I was curious why she chose a picture of that particular statue for the cover of her book.
The Mad Girl's Love Song
"God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
Imagine a nation ruled by greed
no wait that don't take no imagination at all
imagine a nation ruled by Barbara Mikulski
http://bioguide.congress.gov/scripts/bi ... ex=M000702
Last edited by stilltrucking on April 23rd, 2005, 9:39 am, edited 1 time in total.
Headless statue
Mindless thing
Makes her bed
Lies within
The crumbs
That are left
From her daily bread
Are merely pigeon food
Mindless thing
Makes her bed
Lies within
The crumbs
That are left
From her daily bread
Are merely pigeon food
I used to walk with my head in the clouds but I kept getting struck by lightning!
Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
[img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/mousey1/shhhhhh.gif[/img]
Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
[img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/mousey1/shhhhhh.gif[/img]
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stilltrucking
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- Joined: October 24th, 2004, 12:29 pm
- Location: Oz or somepLace like Kansas
she built that city on rock and roll
charm city was a pity
one woman made a difference
down in the block level
community
I love you barbara
but she don't look pretty in pink
Hi Ho Hillary
"IT WAS A QUEER , sultry summer day the summer they executed the Rosenbergs...
I am stupid about executions" I did not know the half of it. I was about twelve that year, a squirmy kind of feeling to be an American Jew boy that summer. I suppose that might explain my Plath fascination. Like a Muse to me.
My first post to litkicks mayb four years? ago, maybe only three it seems like a life time ago. I was going to write a story about Eshter Greenwood and Sal Paradise it was going to be a romance. Just call me Mr. Ridiculous
charm city was a pity
one woman made a difference
down in the block level
community
I love you barbara
but she don't look pretty in pink
Hi Ho Hillary
"IT WAS A QUEER , sultry summer day the summer they executed the Rosenbergs...
I am stupid about executions" I did not know the half of it. I was about twelve that year, a squirmy kind of feeling to be an American Jew boy that summer. I suppose that might explain my Plath fascination. Like a Muse to me.
My first post to litkicks mayb four years? ago, maybe only three it seems like a life time ago. I was going to write a story about Eshter Greenwood and Sal Paradise it was going to be a romance. Just call me Mr. Ridiculous
melancholia
terminal fatigue yet i realised
i have changed
my former life is contained
i out grew it
sustained by a stubborn refusal to forget
why i don't take off my hat at baseball games
for the national anthem,
i stand, with a military bearing, yet
hat stays on, no hand to heart.
my last display of irreverence
i can muster.
taps for yesterday, childhood,
youth burdened by war and imperialism,
lost and forgotten, a cocoon,
emerged a butterfly, a summer's life,
and lived til another spring came around
older now, nowhere to run,
only to turn inward again,
made peace with the demons,
railed against the regime,
and now it is done.
i conspire to retreat into my moods,
books to read, they may be in power
but we got the goods on them once
and survived to tell it, yet, telling's almost done.
the pleasures of daily living yet to come
silent weathering
til time moves on
and dust and silent hues of gloom soften the noonday sun.
terminal fatigue yet i realised
i have changed
my former life is contained
i out grew it
sustained by a stubborn refusal to forget
why i don't take off my hat at baseball games
for the national anthem,
i stand, with a military bearing, yet
hat stays on, no hand to heart.
my last display of irreverence
i can muster.
taps for yesterday, childhood,
youth burdened by war and imperialism,
lost and forgotten, a cocoon,
emerged a butterfly, a summer's life,
and lived til another spring came around
older now, nowhere to run,
only to turn inward again,
made peace with the demons,
railed against the regime,
and now it is done.
i conspire to retreat into my moods,
books to read, they may be in power
but we got the goods on them once
and survived to tell it, yet, telling's almost done.
the pleasures of daily living yet to come
silent weathering
til time moves on
and dust and silent hues of gloom soften the noonday sun.
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
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