caroline-3 - Hello Poetry

you said you were very into me So I said "So long, loneliness," to Spring Hall Convert and squirted fat tears That limber man you met sang to my kicking legs And hand waggling for help, "Raaaadiaaaation" Oh, you look so dismayed on the stairway to the green hall I close my eyes as a gift Because I remember that face

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Aug 3, 2013

Aug 3, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC

why didn't I go see deerhunter with you

you said you were very into me So I said "So long, loneliness," to Spring Hall Convert and squirted fat tears That limber man you met sang to my kicking legs And hand waggling for help, "Raaaadiaaaation" Oh, you look so dismayed on the stairway to the green hall I close my eyes as a gift Because I remember that face

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How full of animation he was when he talked about his hopes for the future Blood brothers like "Teddy" & "Stray Cat"; Street rockers in the night, dancing for tomorrow How right as rain that unique freaks should Be too classic; Like **** Floyd"** with their Hysteric glamour How he kept the times exciting, (wild dancers) And the information fresh (delivery staff) Combined like graffiti, it said Affected rocker rabbit rules the world Made in his own image (take it easy, naysayers) He's got it under control How fast they ambush members only With a speed to exceed mach Let's enjoy their technical tennis, Unique cheerful events like these are What's to come A baby winks at him, that's how he's sure (And he writes) Rude beats for the creatures of the night Like how their young minds lead a Casual amenity life For all the heart broken kids and lovers A global excitement (try it you'll like it) Doing back flips to the sock hop He made such an interesting excuse about Why we was late (Only experts) mix the drinks and shine the knives So a person created; "Artificialman" Will save his soul, Please don't cry, the night dew And wet sneakers are quite enough for now Plus the plans for the future, The Midnight Move Feeling the darkness and never forgetting The joy of singing together How full of animation he was When he sang of his exclusive adventures

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Jun 6, 2013

Jun 6, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC

Broken English Boys

How full of animation he was when he talked about his hopes for the future Blood brothers like "Teddy" & "Stray Cat"; Street rockers in the night, dancing for tomorrow How right as rain that unique freaks should Be too classic; Like **** Floyd"** with their Hysteric glamour How he kept the times exciting, (wild dancers) And the information fresh (delivery staff) Combined like graffiti, it said Affected rocker rabbit rules the world Made in his own image (take it easy, naysayers) He's got it under control How fast they ambush members only With a speed to exceed mach Let's enjoy their technical tennis, Unique cheerful events like these are What's to come A baby winks at him, that's how he's sure (And he writes) Rude beats for the creatures of the night Like how their young minds lead a Casual amenity life For all the heart broken kids and lovers A global excitement (try it you'll like it) Doing back flips to the sock hop He made such an interesting excuse about Why we was late (Only experts) mix the drinks and shine the knives So a person created; "Artificialman" Will save his soul, Please don't cry, the night dew And wet sneakers are quite enough for now Plus the plans for the future, The Midnight Move Feeling the darkness and never forgetting The joy of singing together How full of animation he was When he sang of his exclusive adventures

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I know you can’t look at me like that- You can’t picture my rapid ascension But I’m telling you I was born up there in the heavens And through a choreographed tumble I gave all those jerks stargazing a real fright Gyrating wildly on a hot tin roof Shining like the sign advertising My entrance in the marquee light And all those jerks in the theatre say “Good Heavens!” I know you can’t look up at me that far But have you seen those angels Posing on Sunset Boulevard Where they hear phosphorescent confessions From the morning commuters And the flow of the universe quivers Staring into their third eyes I wanna be that guy I want those jerks watching entertainment news Fainting under astral projection And in time You can be my creative director You can be my creative director Pasting me to Tarot Cards and Fireworking my profile in the night sky I’ll sponsor a product And kids will line up to Bathe in the votive hot lights of my name It’s a sign We’re so far reaching 67 miles outta town and 67 million miles from the sun I know it feels righter than night when UV rays Penetrate your credulous face But the spirit of the west glistens much brighter in the kinetic shrines of the stubbled L.A. Agents What a sight the streets are in the alien smog of the neon lunar deities Give me the keys, we’re going 67 miles for your troubles In a bubble of cogito confusion when you clear your head space to the tune of imported incense Us pretty young things take the place of Nirvana and since then you’ve come to your senses I’m not so doe-eyed on the inside I’m not so doe-eyed on the inside When you surf TV channels And gaze through a medium’s eye There am I The saint of the teenybopper insurrection The goddess of hollywood dead resurrection On a late night program Where I’m the last thing they see when they cry So shake a leg to my manifesto Like those UFO cults in the rock clubs And abandoned churches did on the night I made the city of angels starry-eyed and searching for visions, whether in mosh pits, red carpet Events or selfish decisions, made in the name of those wizards who run the whole operation, The seances, humanoid dolls and TV dinners The astrology impacting the target market The facetious “He is risens!" I’m a scam on the human spirit! And you can't blame this on youth, fame, voyeurism Or even religion But renewed faith in seeing a familiar face, the mystery of luminaries in blacklight space The supernova of the pop of a flash, it takes A lot of unnatural light to keep the kids Mystified, and the aura Oh so strong I know you can’t find the precious time But let’s take those jerks outside looking up to a heaven in orbit where young stars fall from the sky

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Apr 20, 2013

Apr 20, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC

Young Star

I know you can’t look at me like that- You can’t picture my rapid ascension But I’m telling you I was born up there in the heavens And through a choreographed tumble I gave all those jerks stargazing a real fright Gyrating wildly on a hot tin roof Shining like the sign advertising My entrance in the marquee light And all those jerks in the theatre say “Good Heavens!” I know you can’t look up at me that far But have you seen those angels Posing on Sunset Boulevard Where they hear phosphorescent confessions From the morning commuters And the flow of the universe quivers Staring into their third eyes I wanna be that guy I want those jerks watching entertainment news Fainting under astral projection And in time You can be my creative director You can be my creative director Pasting me to Tarot Cards and Fireworking my profile in the night sky I’ll sponsor a product And kids will line up to Bathe in the votive hot lights of my name It’s a sign We’re so far reaching 67 miles outta town and 67 million miles from the sun I know it feels righter than night when UV rays Penetrate your credulous face But the spirit of the west glistens much brighter in the kinetic shrines of the stubbled L.A. Agents What a sight the streets are in the alien smog of the neon lunar deities Give me the keys, we’re going 67 miles for your troubles In a bubble of cogito confusion when you clear your head space to the tune of imported incense Us pretty young things take the place of Nirvana and since then you’ve come to your senses I’m not so doe-eyed on the inside I’m not so doe-eyed on the inside When you surf TV channels And gaze through a medium’s eye There am I The saint of the teenybopper insurrection The goddess of hollywood dead resurrection On a late night program Where I’m the last thing they see when they cry So shake a leg to my manifesto Like those UFO cults in the rock clubs And abandoned churches did on the night I made the city of angels starry-eyed and searching for visions, whether in mosh pits, red carpet Events or selfish decisions, made in the name of those wizards who run the whole operation, The seances, humanoid dolls and TV dinners The astrology impacting the target market The facetious “He is risens!" I’m a scam on the human spirit! And you can't blame this on youth, fame, voyeurism Or even religion But renewed faith in seeing a familiar face, the mystery of luminaries in blacklight space The supernova of the pop of a flash, it takes A lot of unnatural light to keep the kids Mystified, and the aura Oh so strong I know you can’t find the precious time But let’s take those jerks outside looking up to a heaven in orbit where young stars fall from the sky

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Beach Goths melting into black puddles The tide's coming in It shimmers like a heavy metal Crucifix Paste wasted as it saturates in glitter The sun's warm pallor on the purest white Foundation UV rays penetrate like Guillotines, ghoulish things From a bygone era There's a hearse parked in the sand The tide's coming in For quite a maudlin little oil spill

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Mar 26, 2013

Mar 26, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC

Beach Goths

Beach Goths melting into black puddles The tide's coming in It shimmers like a heavy metal Crucifix Paste wasted as it saturates in glitter The sun's warm pallor on the purest white Foundation UV rays penetrate like Guillotines, ghoulish things From a bygone era There's a hearse parked in the sand The tide's coming in For quite a maudlin little oil spill

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people drank and swayed as you stood up there and oscillated your hands over the surface of the synthesizer Ambience all I heard was the thereminEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I heard that as I boarded the subwayEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and I thought about an orchidEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE You resembled an orchid. An orchid, save my soul. And so was I. I went and saw you again playing the back alley and you did it a cappella while people shrieked from their acid trips Sad and all I heard was your voiceEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and I heard them as I fell onto the pavementAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and I thought I saw an orchidEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAA You still resembled an orchid. An orchid, save my soul. And so was I. I bought the paper because it was routine I read you had vanished, but your face was on the page Smile and all I heard was my voiceAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and then I pictured the fireworksOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAOOOO they looked like orchidsAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA You didn't resemble an orchid. An orchid, save my soul. And so was I. I pulled over on the highway, I saw a ghost He got in the car and it was so cold, I thought about my disbelief Disappointment. I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw a ghost Its hand were big and nimble, its head a large inflorescence Pretty and I heard the thereminEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE the fireworks in my headOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOO and our voices. You resembled an orchid. An orchid, save my soul. An orchid, save my soul. An orchid, save my soul. And so was I.

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Aug 19, 2012

Aug 19, 2012 at 11:42 AM UTC

The Shut Up Garden

people drank and swayed as you stood up there and oscillated your hands over the surface of the synthesizer Ambience all I heard was the thereminEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I heard that as I boarded the subwayEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and I thought about an orchidEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE You resembled an orchid. An orchid, save my soul. And so was I. I went and saw you again playing the back alley and you did it a cappella while people shrieked from their acid trips Sad and all I heard was your voiceEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and I heard them as I fell onto the pavementAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and I thought I saw an orchidEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAA You still resembled an orchid. An orchid, save my soul. And so was I. I bought the paper because it was routine I read you had vanished, but your face was on the page Smile and all I heard was my voiceAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and then I pictured the fireworksOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAOOOO they looked like orchidsAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA You didn't resemble an orchid. An orchid, save my soul. And so was I. I pulled over on the highway, I saw a ghost He got in the car and it was so cold, I thought about my disbelief Disappointment. I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw a ghost Its hand were big and nimble, its head a large inflorescence Pretty and I heard the thereminEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE the fireworks in my headOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOO and our voices. You resembled an orchid. An orchid, save my soul. An orchid, save my soul. An orchid, save my soul. And so was I.

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