creepy poem…. comments about creepy pic… and nice poem
Here’s the weird one… wrote it after reading T.S. Elliot….
Peace be with you gentle child,
death will come swiftly to those who pray
your soul is claimed,
your path is written,
your choices are predetermined,
you need not think hard about life.
Peace be with you, gentle child,
death will come swiftly to those who pray
you won’t know suffering
you’ll know the date you die,
others will suffer each day wondering when…
Peace be with you, gentle lamb
Death will come swiftly to those who follow
let me guide you down the hill into darkness
waiting jaws won’t miss the unfaithful
but you don’t have to witness their horror
they clamp down noisily on those around you
Peace be with you gentle lamb,
death will come swiftly to those who follow BLIND.
that i think you can tell is a satire on christian beliefs, but i harbour no ill will towards christians, nor am
i one who would normally write much less think something as brutal as this.. but there it is. i was envisioning a post-apocolyptic world, and what my brother-in-law always told me would be the path of true believers in that kind of world. he told me that they would all ascend towards heaven before/or during the apocolypse, and to me that means their dead. i probably misinterpretted, but oh well. this on top of T.S Elliot and his blatant showing that there is no God in the world around us, contary to previous beliefs… so yea…
later in the same day i drew a picture of an amputee in a chair, his legs and one arm missing, the other recently cut off by a circular saw powerred by a tree growing. the amputee’s chair is in a bucket of water on a board with castors on a block at sea. there is a shark circling below. but the most disturbing part of this i think is the mask that the guy wears: an evil enjoying smile, tied upon his shaved head. what does this mean? i have no idea, but the girl next to me was sure freaked out.
next poem… happier note…
droplets rise,
ravished by heat and wind,
coalesce,
pushed forward,
spinning, spiraling, creating friiction,
bright flashes,
loud clashes,
droplets fall
buffetted and bruised by wind and ground,
swish down hill,
power found
moving rocks, falling trees, tearing the land,
slowing down,
becoming part of the land’s shape,
giving life.
changing flavours,
joining the tumult
crashing upon the sand in joy,
breaking ships in anguish,
droplets rise
ravished by heat and wind.
did you geuss what it was?
its the water cycle… lol…
im out for the night
Carpe Diem
on thursday i wrote what my thought process was during class
and it was so freaking entertaining that i figured why not post it? parts of it are jokes, parts of it are serious, partof it are just plain weird… so its a lot like me. go figure.
I want to watch pirates of the Caribbean now, the whole series….
The whole woman writing on the prow of the boat thing… it made me think about when Elizabeth stows away on the boat… did Davey Jones turn into a regular man again or did he die… I can’t remember now
Innocent voice… she sounds like a child, she’s probably very innocent, she seems that way. She knows literature but even considering what she may have read, she’s an innocent
A joining – sexual. In” joining” do we become part of something bigger? Is that feeling just the joy caused by a release of endorphins caused by climax? Consensual=joining=part of something forced=diminutive=alienation both are technically sex, but only one is a “joining” sex cannot be a blanketing term
Female purity is seen as male property. My purity is just that, MINE. Is it a state of mind, body, soul, or something else? Maybe it’s all of these as seen by the person in question
A friend of mine told me once that he looked at Lancelot as his idol, and wanted to recreate Lancelot’s character within himself. I wonder if he ever realized how vapid his idol was… last thing I knew, he met his best friend’s girlfriend, and her name was Gwen or something.
I want to slide naked down banisters too! It sounds like fun, and vaguely painful.
Everything today involves sex… not good. Must keep dirty thoughts at bay until after work, little kids and words like Penis just do not mix… “Penises are people too!”
“Girls, nubile, teenage, living alone in the countryside, wild and free… its erotic…” thank you Suki….. “She’s so sexually repressed that she wrote this poem […] it’s sexy” another Suki moment
Female desire, what about male desire? It destroys too
Incest, rape, sounds like the bible
“Eve tempted Adam, poor Adam he cannot help but rape 2 girls in the woods” –Suki
Goblins =bad boys
Foreign fruit = sex with foreign bad boys
i realize that that last part had a lot of Suki-isms but, she says some of the most amazing things…. apparently she’s taking a class that focusses on freud this semester, which might account for a lot of her weird sayings…..
anyways, enjoy the above
Carpe Diem
