Thanks for your reply.
Strange can mean so many different things.
I really gain so much more insight into my own psyche when I share what I write.
What particuarly, in your honest opinion, pushes this into the category of strange for you?
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Thanks for your reply.
Strange can mean so many different things.
I really gain so much more insight into my own psyche when I share what I write.
What particuarly, in your honest opinion, pushes this into the category of strange for you?
That's really well expressed. My opinion is that of someone that was inculcated from birth.
I was religiously sucidal, and suicidally religious for over thirty years as a result.
Your lyrics express a very profound sentiment that is easily understood by me, and others like me that have had similar experiences.
Thank you for sharing.
Also, thank you to the moderators that disagree with the sentiment for recognizing the value of others contrary versions of their truth.
I understand the sentiment.
My personal perspective is that it's much less about money or guns and much more about the individual and their sense of morality.
I live near the largest bomb wing on the planet.
Their motto is "Peace the Old Fashioned Way" which surrounds the image of a B-52 bomber.
Opinions vary widely.
It's an interesting piece, and I would encourage you ro explore and further expound upon your sentiment.
Each person sharing their unbridled, best version of their understanding of what's true and right is what I believe to be fundamental to an open and enjoyable society.
I hope to read more from you around this.
My senior thesis in highschool was on war, peace and pacifism.
INCULCATION
I was never a part of the scene.
I was comin' apart at the seams.
My Jesus, all I could see...
Sure God, was dwellin' in me.
Alone with the truth, in bed as a child...
Wrestling desperately, flailing and wild.
Hoping against hope, that it could be true...
Jesus would love me, but what could I do?
Hated myself with a passion.
Sure I'd burn after this for my actions.
Knew I just had to believe.
Took decades for me to break free.
Alone with the truth, in bed as a child...
Wrestling desperately, flailing and wild.
Hoping against hope, that it could be true...
Jesus would love me, but what could I do?
I slept, at night with my demons.
A dreamin' and always a fearin'...
That Jesus would come back and set me on fire...
All the while Satan, wearing a smile.
Alone with the truth, in bed as a man...
At peace with the facts, just do what I can.
False hope is blinding, faith is a lie.
Take your time, look closer, just analyze.
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Your poem is lyrically picturesque.
Birds and gardening are two of my favorite outdoor activities.
Thanks for sharing such a beautiful piece.
Thank you, it's always informative to know what captures others folks emotions. It often clarifies my own.
Thanks for your reply.
Grudges, resentments and jealousy all have the same pernicious effect; destroying you from the inside out.
I really like your porcupine analogy.
When I decided to begin to address my own grudges, resentments and jealousy, one of my favorite individuals suggested to me to think of it like this:
It's like giving someone free rent inside your head; they're living there, and you hate it, and they're not paying you one single penny.
joe3chords wrote:Wow ! Been there, done that and unfortunately it's still a part of my life. Very good poem.
Still some of that in my life as well.
Well done unhhuh!
Thank you.
I scribbled it down within about ten minutes.
What do you identify with in the song?
Good poem, you could make it into a song.
I've made probably two thirds of my lyrics into songs.
I always enjoy others musicial interpretations of my efforts.
I'd be fascinated to hear you give it a go.
Thanks for the response.
I'm curious, in what context that you find it's still a part of your life.
This particular poem/unfinished song came out of a neighbor that is dealing with being insanely jealous of our relationship with another set of neighbors.
The person ranted and raved on my front porch, yard, and in the house before I finally used an epithet to describe my feelings about them, at which point they resorted to threats of violence.
This is after seven years of building a friendship with the angry person and their family.
I stay grateful for my own problems every day.
If I died tomorrow, would you still hate my name?
Would it make a difference, who really was to blame?
Or would you think about it?
Maybe change your mind?
Since still there'd be my family, that I'd left behind.
Your children call me uncle.
Ya'll used to call me friend.
And now you say you'll hate me, untill the bitter end.
As life goes on without me, would you wonder and begin, to think about, just what if...
All of us were friends?
Lies and hate are two edged swords.
They always cut two ways.
Ain't no way to end your days...
Bitter to the grave.
Remember the song Yakkety-Yak (Don't Talk Back)?
I'm singing it around that speed. I'm getting my buddy, (pro musician) to show me bluegrass roll-offs on the guitar.
So far, whenever I'm jammin' out solo, I just keep a rhythm kinda' like Yakkety-Yak (Don't Talk Back), singing with a bluegrass feel.
The second time through I sing the first stanza in double-time up against the same type strumming on the guitar that I've been playing all along; just double-time without a breath between the phrases.
When I get video and/or a sound recording with my friend, I'll post it up for all to see.
In the meantime, if you, or anyone else would like to contribute verses or an additional chorus, I'd find it quite enjoyable to work in that type of a collaborative manner.
Thank-you.
You wouldn't happen to play banjo would you?
I'm hearing banjo (in my head) while I'm singing and playing on my acoustic guitar.
Thank-you.
I've put it up in songwriting now, with chords.
Repeat to your hearts content... and take it out on G major on your last repeat.
Pull off those little yellow skirts...
See those green tiny-hinies shine.
All the best from this blue earth...
Taste the sweetness off the vine.
Turn the Earth and raise 'em up...
Water deep and let it flow.
Salty sweetness with a burst...
Never fails to bring a glow.
Cherokee's and Brandywine's...
Never fail to satisfy.
Plump and round that shiny skin...
Always leaves me with a grin.
Tongue in cheek with fruit in hand...
Summer's sweetness from the land.
Use your hands and dig your ground...
That's where satisfaction's found!
That's all so far.
It's been quite a while since one hit me. It's a lot more fun this time around.
I'm glad that Chordie has continued to prosper so that I might return again for more fun.
Thanks for the comments...
I'm never quite sure between the bits and the bytes just how folks will understand what I post.
I'm consistently amused by the various 'understandings' of my posts...
Old Doll, ya seem to tune in to my station with clear reception more often than most...
Hope ya all have a great night.
Unh Huh
We are sorry for the interruption to our usual posting.
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That's my new favorite non-Monty Python, Monty Python urgent news bulletin...
...it's always interesting to post here...
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
There's nothing as constant as change.
One of my favorite Dylan tunes...
Love the lyrics... "A nasty, dirty, double-crossin', back-stabbin' phony I didn't wanna have to wanna deal with..."
and I like his tempo changes in this piece as well...
...precisely, with due respect paid to the expansion of the American 'vocabularium' by our esteemed former 'decider' G. Dubya' Bush...
I love my country...
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unhhuh wrote:love your tag selso... I'm always telling my momma and sister to skip good, and just be better...
Man, I know there's something there but I just cant feel it,
...yeah, you know I get the same feeling whenever I listen to the majority of the "news" channels on the television...
Thesaurus... you talking about some kinda' dinosaur... I ain't got no terrible lizards running around here... aaargh.... help, the thesaurus has got my leg...
help, somebody, please...
love your tag selso... I'm always telling my momma and sister to skip good, and just be better...
Paradichotomous juxtaposition,
In flagrante delicto's
Revealing deception...
Better disregard diamonds;
Dames that debate.
Skip the fragant dejure
Gettin' macked on the make.
Salacious salubriants
Stir 'em up with a shake!
Defacto don't matter
Dejure's the 'real Jake'.
This parade of timeless
Junk suppositions,
All confirmed by the top peer reviewed statisticians...
Is a boilerplate army addin' weight by the minions
To the paraspychotics public predictions...
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Babble on later at five and at ten.
Tune in tomorrow we'll babble again.
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