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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
I can remember when I grabbed that tastey freedom Personal premature carnal desire The cutest snake with only a gentle bite Slut But this slut isn't a person My lipstick stained body enjoys the meal One touch after another Hold on to it See I did it It was me I'm guilty I'm the slut I was the slut I remember the erotic beattings And watched my groans turn to cries Haunting strings attatched to my head I want to get up and move on My feet arent steel but the chains hold like a weld It doesn't budge and I'm alive and well going anywhere my feet take me Feel the tender flesh just beneath those chains Even though the outside edge where the chains block Is tough and can handle it Frozen in this How do I get free How do I move How do I live Break the chains Break the chains by ripping them Out of the wall they hold faithful Or slip out of the cuffs and grips Come on this is metal So I'm trapped And can't... So I come to another route I can't live I can't live How about take myself out Don't live And be dead So here's what I do I grab a few short dog chains and link'em together Pull'em real tight and make it hold real good Here's my way out... Out of this cage Out of this world Out the house I go to a place far away In the middle of the woods Tie this contraption to my tree Loop around my neck A hop and a skip and lets go No note, that's it On the way my chain feels a tug I see a small hand I want this so I fight I trip and fall and it drags me back I hear a story And understand it This isn't me These chains are freaks To get free Come and see He tells them to loose, and they do It's command of the man with the keys Chains gone I'm free No prison I know he loves me A trickle of music from a well, |
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darkness_witch Senior Member
since 2003-12-03
Posts 516Underneath |
Craig, wow this is stunning such an amazing poem, i got a little confused at the end, but I still really enjoyed it Tie this contraption to my tree Loop around my neck A hop and a skip and lets go No note, that's it On the way my chain feels a tug I see a small hand I want this so I fight I trip and fall and it drags me back this would have to be my favourite part keep them coming  love and empathy darkness, Sophie |
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
My dear friend Scott Wenzel wanted to share a few lyrics in response to this one, Craig: "On a dark street, you look so tough, A young man putting on a bluff. But late at night, you just want to die; Alone in your room, you hide away and cry. There in the quiet, he whispers your name, Oh, if you answer, you won't be the same..." Great write, indeed, Craig. And the song, called ironically enough "In His Hands," is from Whitecross' IN THE KINGDOM cd. E-mail me your address as he left me a copy to send to you. Love, and As Always Wings bruised from turning away in such confined space...Not broken...still healable...still feathered with life, somewhere |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Sophie, the ending part talking about I know he loves me is me talking about God. He loves me and you and everybody he ever made. No laugh, because its true. Thank you Purity. I'm glad you liked it. I was actually having self-destructive thoughts with such a chain as described a few days ago. So I figured I should write about it and give God the glory for it, because it was at church where he grabbed me back and saved my life once again. -GIS A trickle of music from a well, |
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EveGnosis Member
since 2002-02-21
Posts 300New York, USA |
so this slut isn't a person, but yet this slut is you? believe it or not, i actually understand the dichotomy of this thought. i also understand, thanks to a "higher power", that there' more to your scribblings than meets the eye. i think that if jim morrison were still alive, he'd be trying to get you to agree to collaborate,for this was "strange"... and he loved it when "you're strange...." i'm coming to like what you write, green! but why do you itch? lol i'll always need a friend, one i can defend. |
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News_From_Nowhere Member
since 2002-06-14
Posts 173CU, NY |
"and watched my groans turn to cries" A statement for all that could have been. Fascinating thoughts, Green_Itchy_Stuff! "So give life to your dreams, for there lies your survival, and cast your heart beyond those faded scenes, and I'll bring you through the storm" |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Eve, yeah there is slightly more. Thats what I like about poetry. No matter what is intended by the poet, or what the thoughts, statement, ideas,... whatever are they can always be manipulated to the way you'd prefer to view them. I'm not sure if this is totally good, but it can't be totally bad. And the thing about Jim Morrison. I guess when you're a stranger with a somewhat momentarily bizare point of view it truly shows people are strange. And yes that thing about the "sight" is a little different as well. As far as the itch, maybe there's just too many mosquitos. lol. News- are you quoting Nin lyrics with the "all that could have been" bit? A trickle of music from a well, |
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