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HIM
Our father who art in heaven
Stay there . . . Jacques Prévert
If I wasn't spos'd to eat,
then why'd You plant the tree?
And if You knew I would,
Why bother tempting me?
And though You knew ahead
I'd do what You forbade me.
You toss'd me out of Paradise
For being what You made me.
But I'll have one last word,
As through Thy gates I pass,
You can take Yer Flamin' Sword
And stick it up Yer Ass.
You got any more, Tormod? Surely you can't be
limited to only one. Hell, I've written two. But I'm
not going to post both of them today. I figure I'll
pace myself.
Ordinary time has stalled,
before I came to rest,
spider now I have walled,
or was it just a jest?
No matter to the peddler lone,
weary on the road,
naught to eat but soup of bone,
no comp'ny him to goad.
So time do as you will with us,
we follow at your pace,
no need to hurry on right now,
no need to forward race.
__________________ When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come to the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than any talent for abstract, positive thinking. ~ Albert Einstein
Last edited by Turtle; 05-30-2005 at 10:22 PM.
Reason: formatting
I'm comin over
See me down at the station
By the lane
With my hands in my pocket
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That was drowning all the cares in the world
When I get older
Climbin up on the back porch fence
Just to see the dogs runnin
With a ring and a question
And my shiverin voice is singing
Thru a crack in the window
I better go it alone
Down on the corner
See me standin
On a makeshift road
With the dust storm blowin
In a long black shadow
Pull a hammer from a coal mine
Down where your daddy was workin
Comb my hair back
Strike a match on a bathroom wall
Where my number was written
Drivin on the sidewalk
Lookin back and the sky is burning
In my rearview mirror
Nag Champa's thin line rises,
two feet straight,
before bursting into Julia Dreams.
Monks past with smoke now mixed.
Nag Champa's thin line rises.
__________________ When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come to the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than any talent for abstract, positive thinking. ~ Albert Einstein
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