susanne-knight-connally
American
(1984-present) / / A New Yorker turned West Coaster (of three months) / With music, art and writing...trudging through misinformation, techno-babble and the ever-rising Self Importance to find the Heart. / I am a fan of many types of writing, many forms of expression but more importantly the underlying Humanity. Our Natural Ease and Ability to Relate to One Another. / / I am a Natural Leader, but and even better Student
Try to remember
But my feelings can't know for sure
Tried to reach out
But it's gone
Lucky stars in your eyes
I am walking the cow
I really don't know how I came here
I really don't know why I'm staying here
Oh oh oh...
I am walking the cow
Tried to point my finger
But the wind was blowing me around
In circles
Circles
Lucky stars in your eyes
I am walking the cow
I really don't know what I have to hear
I really don't know what I have to care
Oh oh oh...
I am walking the cow
Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 9:06 AM UTC
Rip my head from my shoulders
Tare me to pieces and rearrange my caging
This is NOT my reality
I am something different than you see
I will fly when I am finished here
Far away from your critique and mis-read
None of what you say penetrates
My knowledge and heart held above this carcass
Scoff, Gasp, assume you are the victor
Your Ignorance, your obvious weakness
Blinds you to the tinge of Empathy
But I will forgive and forget you...
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 10:21 AM UTC
Beautiful Freaks
Every Size-every Fashion
Loud
Strange
Popped Culture
Slow movers
Hip-ster Retro Chick
Wait Now that's A GUY
Dyed Hairs
Soul-less
Glare
Stores and Bores
Homeless
Snores
Picking Trash
While
Searching Eyes Through
Urban Mob
Crowds and crowds
Of Skinny Jean-ed Legs
Curly Headed
Whit Boys Jam
Soulful Blues
Of What(?)
The Loss Of Saturday
Cartoons...(?)
Cheap Dates
Dark Eyed
Grungy Beauty
Hidden By Lost Meaning
Of Splashy Sub-Culture
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 8:44 AM UTC
A sweet,sweet boy
You are real
and full of heart
A nice guy
You give & give, expecting the same
Trudging through
You try too hard
If you would simply deflate, relax...
Take some breath
Some insights come easier
Every moment
Un-needing of category
Let your soul sink
In a field
Watch the tall grass sway
Realize your being is on the Exterior
Of this body of stress
I often stray
to protect...
from self-depricating, destruction of being
You are Brilliant
See that in Life you Must adhere a password
Your emotions
Granting access only those deserving
Take less seriously those misusers
Laugh Loudly
To loosen their shackles
Many Vultures will swoop and pick
But you are far from spoiled
They cannot feed on what they cannot catch
Hasten your thoughts and steps
But travel with sturdy Grace
You Will surpass this
You will find Respect
But you must prepare your mind and heart
For the Races
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 12:35 PM UTC
On the daily Daily I am craving
The good stuff
To get me through the day
Without profession
I turn to habit
Maybe I should call on a friend
My good ole' Pusher(s)
Which to call
which to call
Maybe Johnny
Mr. Cash
he's always got the stuff
A lift from any plateau
Maybe something more mellow or calm
Someone to cry the Blues too
To stroll along with, to Muddy up
Those Waters
Anything to get me through
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 7:33 PM UTC
When I paint, I let go
dropping all expectation
without control
I use my knowledge
I use my soul
There is no wrong turn
I am sure of every movement
playing and loving each color
I blend and spray, dab and scratch
To reveal all truths
My emotions and convictions
Scream Out
Defying controls and lines
I am free
I am Free
My paints are keys
releasing me
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 3:20 PM UTC
The Culture of No culture
It's an empty road to walk
With lines, and shapes
Neatly paved. Oh There are park benches to sit
But most are taken by tired travelers
Resting or sleeping away the warm hours
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 2:53 PM UTC
Words bring Structure in an untamed Mind
Paint lends Color to a gray-scaled Time
Now music, Music we'll save for a Rainy Day
Hiding in corners of Sorrow where old Scars Lay
I'll use My Words, A sword of Golden mold
My paintings
To Divulge my Intentions Untold
In Music I lead
The Greatest of movement
with it, Climb on a Mount
Singing calm to the Torment
Awaken profuse Concordance
That we Might break these
False Coercions
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 10:55 AM UTC
I'd rush to see him, heart thumping in my chest
To Be the first to reach that door
Alone for seconds before...
His face, knowing
Carved brows and stature
Assuring light, of majesty
Out of breath even with at full rest
A rosed complexion
I could not Vex
How would I ever express
An adoration so esteemed
Of purest Nature
and deepest dream
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 10:05 AM UTC
Move Along my deer
You're Not to stay
I'm wading through
Another Day
Move Along my deer
You're not My type
I'm searching for
A fruit more Ripe
Watch me leave my Pet
I've stayed too long
I'll flee your side
Before the Dawn
Watch me leave my Pet
You'd never Do
A dance
Which I would hold you to
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 9:41 AM UTC