A Recent Future-Past Transcription...

I have decided to share more of my shizznit with the bored, blog-reading public. This one is a recent oldie... kinda like a Guns 'n' Roses song from Appetite....

Confusion

The residue has clogged my brain

The ash and remnant

Of 1000 lonely nights

Spent running from myself

Has made it hard

To think rationally

Has made me default

To a hyper-agreeable state

It's easier

Let others decide

Go with the flow

It's said only dead fish...

But I lay dormant

Waiting for some great moment

An epiphany

That will force me to choose

Force me to decide

Not let me be

So non-reactive

That's it. I hope the formatting stays. It seems to right justify. Wait, maybe if I use the block paragraph option. I'll try that. Late-ski all....

almost did it....

Hey everyone. I almost published the most vicious poem I have ever written. I wrote it this morning and, I was typing it, I could not believe what I had said. I am not usually like that. I will give you the one I wrote right after it instead. If anyone really wants, e-mail me at giamoitalia@gmail.com and I will send you a copy of a truly vicious work of art. I totally overused the word vicious in this intro...

Io

I am energy

I am light personified

I am creative force

I am life out loud

I am an enjoyer

I am a rejoinder

I am wit

I am emotion

I am hard working

I am a producer

I am a reactionary

I am a self-improver

I am an idealistic lover

I am not willing

To deny myself

Any of these things

That feels a bit better. Maybe a little self indulgent. Oh well. Sometimes everyone needs to self indulge.

Empty Afternoon.

Your coldness hurts me

It burns through my skin

It tears through my organ

It rips apart my soul

This I must deal with

This will not be easy

This is hard

My head hurts

and my thoughts are swimming

Early Morning Empty White Wine Bottle Blues

Good Morning Starchildren of the Universe!!!


It's time for some of them shouted through a megaphone porch blues of the days of W. Washington street.



This one is dedicated to Mr. Robert Blakely, where ever he may be and should be done in the key of F#, just to piss the piano player off.

Tempo - lento (slow blues) - 64 bpm

Ah one, Ah two, a you know what to do....

[instrumental break, 112 measures]

I look across in the morning

To the nightstand by my bed

Empty glasses, empty bottles

And this feeling n my head

Where did my ice go?

Where is my wine?

How did I get here?

Last night I was feeling soooooo fine!!!

But the lonely morning comes (lonely morning)

and there is no solace I can find

I just got an empty spot beside me

and an even emptier bottle of white wine

The week has seemed amazing

No drama no strife

The kind of week you dream of

In the dark times of life

and the entertainment lingers

in the back of my mind

the poet and her fingers

seem almost too kind

But the lonely morning comes (lonely morning)

and there is no solace I can find

I just got an empty spot beside me

and an even emptier bottle of white wine

spoken: That's alright, we gots us a couple guitars. Check yo' self!!

[guitar solo, 232 measures]

Now in the last verse I'm befuddled

My words get messed up

The meanings get all muddled

Like the fruit in the cup

A blessing falls upon us

And we see we can win

Just poor me one more glass

Of that Hendrick's brand Gin!!!

But the lonely morning comes (lonely morning comes)

and there is no solace I can find

I just got an empty spot beside me

and an even emptier bottle of white wine

[outro solo with back-up singers repeating "Lonely Morning Comes" - fade out]



Well than that's done too. I think I am also okay with this.

i sing the soul ironic...

good mourn, my folks and fellows last
and future friends forgotten
the tips of tales, the rimes of past
a new idea begotten
to pull the scale to twist the pen
to eat and drink and merry
to fall from grace and live again
the rich and dark and scary
a time would like to vastly differ
the opining of a gentry
the past assaults upon my liver
the makings of a century
sing songs of joy and love and sex
and dance around the table
the causes all but for effects
an old and tattered fable
but when will end our troubled minds
and what at last will find them
upon the tall stung power lines
we break the tie that binds them


Thank you. I did something. I'm OK with it.

Tooby ooby walla, Nooby abba naba...

....Early morning singing a song


Alright, first off I can not stand this fricking blog program writer thing. I wanted to put the first line in bold and the rest normal, but apparently this is an impossibility. I have tried everything and the body of the text is still bold. Seriously, how hard is it to have a proper text editing program on a site that primarily deals in publishing text that people have entered. Dammit. This is pissing me off something fierce right now. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

You know what else has been pissing me off? The fact that I tend to leave open ended questions on blog posts and no one seems to bother to comment anymore. Now, I must admit, I never comment on my own blog, so maybe the process is more involved than getting a two year travel visa in China, but I have a feeling this is not the case. I know people are at least loading this page, so why not take a few moments to drop your thoughts or at least tell me how much I continue to suck? I would actually prefer all of the comments to be harsh criticisms about my lack of style and flow. Let's get on this people. If I do not see more comments, I will probably continue to complain about not seeing any comments... I hope y'all don't mind having that on your conscious....

And I figured out how to fix the first problem, so I am a little less pissed... It's all in the post-editing.

Love the blogger, hate the blog....

Hi folks. I have been quite lax on the posts lately. A person who will remain nameless has been happily occupying a large portion of my free time. I am quite happy and thus, it seems I have very little to rant and blather about.

I do have some things that have been grinding my gears, though, lately. I thought I did at least.... maybe I don't. It's weird. I don't seem to have as much to share right now. I apologize to the general reading public. I will try harder and refind my proper voice. Until then, I wish you all the best. Thank you and good night.