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I never ask if I can write about you ... Is it alright if i use your name
I never ask if I could talk about you ... Is it alright if I speak on what we became
Now so distance we was once Hollywood estrange  
You was my star,  I enjoyed walking in your fame

Left me out with the waste , this is not what I do
Now I'm in the wrong kind of place just thinking of you
It's a small crime she said , I just hope that wasn't your excuse
I died twice , my heart wasn't ready for what was new
She left winston and took my heart where ever she went......
I wanted to spend time , but now I feel only time was spent....
I remember saying I was afraid we would end up like her best friend and her ex.......
She told me that would never happen, gave me a kiss , and put my heart to easy.....
But what I really didn't no what was cooking up , 500 degrees......

Why , why did you have to leave....
Was that your original plans while my life stopped in one freeze.....
They say your true love is the deepest but that first heart break isn't the easiest
As hard as I try to keep it she was too busy living in secrets .............. DAM !!!
To Frankie Chantel Jackson,  I love you so much with all my heart ... I took care of you .. We were all we had .. It's sad that you couldn't believe in us more ... I just wish you new how much I wanted us to be mama ...... I love you Always&Forever
 Aug 2013 Lumiere
Brianne
Lost
 Aug 2013 Lumiere
Brianne
I met him in October,
The month he was born.
I met him in October,
And it was cloudy and chilly
And I hated him.
Not because he wasn't funny,
Or nice.
But because there was something inside me telling me to stay away.
Run away.
I guess, at some point I lost myself in the vast sea that I thought was his love.
And I let myself drown without realizing it.
I made myself into puzzle pieces that were his smile
And the way his hand was twice the size of mine.
He took all of my insecurities and made them into his own.
He hollowed out my bones and fit himself inside.
Fighting was our favorite past time
It was loud and uncomfortable and mean and wrong.
I left him in December,
Two long years later.
The month that I saved myself.
When I came up for air I didn't recognize myself
And I tried to put myself back together
But the pieces didn't fit anymore because
His smile was gone
And so were his hands.
So I floated for a while
In sadness
Silence.
I lost myself when I lost him and I didn't know if I ever even knew myself.
So I'm still floating, trying to put myself back together.
I've healed all the wounds he left me.
I've filled my bones with music and words and books that I love.
I'm not lost in the vast sea that I know wasn't love.
I'm just lost in me.
 Aug 2013 Lumiere
st64
silver spoons
 Aug 2013 Lumiere
st64
an inscription on the side of the door
that I didn't see
upon entering


I like visiting you when you spit real
you hop from moon to moon
and never tire of handing out
your remarkable brand of smiles
as you go


you see
the thing is, you
are probably the most rare
of humans
I've ever known
you're the kind of person
I didn't realise it till now
I've always been on subconscious search for
no longer bereft of beauty
I am



so many sides
and so much fire
sometimes, it's hard
to keep pace
with mental fireworks

out on rocky shores
some sweets can cut the tongue
my feet edge tentative
over uneven edges
and move forward
slowly


there's a golden child in a tunic
who walks miles to learn of this wonderful world
which dips its ever-pen into the inkwell-head
of innocence
polluting the sweet waters there
changing for all time
the complexion of healing time

there's always hope in the smile of a child
thank heavens for the eyes of children
yet, look what we do...


yes, he's walking to his next lesson
if he only knew what waits
when he grows up
something inside will die
something so beautiful and deeply precious
will simply perish

when we grow up, we actually die
innocence is replaced by blasé crap

young girls are advised to carry
silver spoons hid in drawers
to spark their chaperoned freedom
sleeping families never wake
as silent clouds settle insidious
placed by forces
no cherub wants to meet
the wicked are pardoned by the blind
and yet another child is trapped
and Babel's tower lives once more

the world is such
we **** our own
for the merest pretext

yet hope must live
keep candle of humanity lit


taking the time to find
that beautiful inscription
a prayer of infinite beauty
follow the steps to your heart
love comes
to light*




S T,            25th augs
for you, dear :)
yes, some people are rare..if only ye knew how rare..






sunday-entry: steady token

willing 2trade a steady token
instead

sucky trip'll be

so be it, then
sweet time on
maybe
still time..










http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHIAZUxlr8g
 Aug 2013 Lumiere
dania
MR PRESIDENT
 Aug 2013 Lumiere
dania
"ehem"
we all hear it
the voice of the once-feeble boy
whom we always assumed would
end up in some shabby office job
typing away schedules and making spreadsheets
avoiding fellow humans and drinking coffee– black

the voice that seemed so small to us then
now seems impossibilly loud–
ridiculously honest, and tragically sad

and no trace of anger or shame
or anything that bears resemblance to
the last picture of the boy
you carry in your minds

important people, marked by name-tags
and good posture–
nice suits
surround him

it's all very intimidating
all of you hoping
he makes no mention
of you, or you, or you

and the wait, for him to speak
is nerve-wracking and
feels remarkably long
with people tapping their feet
impatiently, and readjusting their ties

until finally he clears his voice once more
and addresses the crowd
the audience exchanges expressions
of amazement, wonder

his voice is strong and reaches you
though you're hiding in the very last row
and you can't bear to meet his eyes
or return his flashy smile

he makes a speech
and you settle into your seat
as you forget your own presence

all seems well
until
he stops mid-word
and meets your stare

and

all of a sudden it's 1979 again
and you're back in that playground
and you have a bat in your hand
and he has fear in his eyes
and he's crying
and begging you to let go
but something in you snaps
and you hit him
right across the nose
before you could stop– and then you sprint

it sinks in when you're halfway home
and you stop and hesitate
feel the guilt
but shrug it off
and walk the rest of the way back

the roles are reversed now
and he is clearly the bigger man
and you are small, and weak
and petty

a playground bully is your only claim to fame
while he is the president of this ******* country.

he starts again
and you feel worse than you would had he
given you the punishment you deserved

nope, this boy ain't angry- or ashamed,
only hurt, and blatantly sad.
so, so sad.
 Aug 2013 Lumiere
st64
sweet-dreamin'
a whole life
the world's a stuffy place
keepin'
lv...away




Down the street you can hear her scream, you're a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?

Against the door, he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green

And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually

A little Indian brave who before he was ten,
Played war games in the woods with his Indian friends
And he built up a dream that when he grew up
He would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief
Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until
Tomorrow he would sing his first war song and fight his first battle
But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand melt into the sea, eventually

There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown
cause she was crippled for life,
And she couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she could stop living,
So she decided to die
She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore
And to her legs she smiled, you won't hurt me no more
But then a sight she'd never seen made, her jump and say
Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way

And it really didn't have to stop, it just kept on going...

And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually*





st64, 24 augussy 2013 ... a mild ole (still-time ...) saturn-day
smasher-lyrics...cool song!

James Marshall "Jimi" Hendrix (born Johnny Allen Hendrix; November 27, 1942 – September 18, 1970) was an American musician, singer and songwriter. Despite a limited mainstream exposure of four years, he is widely considered one of the most influential electric guitarists in the history of popular music and one of the most celebrated musicians of the 20th century.
In 1961, Hendrix enlisted in the US Army; he was granted an honourable discharge the following year. In 1963, he moved to Clarksville, Tennessee, where he played numerous gigs on the chitlin' circuit.

In 1967, Hendrix earned three UK top ten hits with the Jimi Hendrix Experience: "Hey Joe", "Purple Haze", and "The Wind Cries Mary". Later that year, he achieved fame in the US after his performance at the Monterey Pop Festival. The world's highest paid performer, he headlined the Woodstock Festival in 1969 and the Isle of Wight Festival in 1970 before dying from barbiturate-related asphyxia at the age of 27.
Inspired musically by American rock and roll and electric blues, Hendrix favoured overdriven amplifiers with high volume and gain, and was instrumental in developing the previously undesirable technique of guitar amplifier feedback. He helped to popularize the use of a wah-wah pedal in mainstream rock, and pioneered experimentation with stereophonic phasing effects in music recordings.



sumtime-entry: gonna come cryin'

playin' you my mean ole axe
gonna be whippin' up a crackin' storm
come on, you sweet thang
hand 'em smiles to me
hackin' them steamin' strings with me teeth
and rakin' these nails 'cross your back...ooh

you gonna come cryin' to me, sweetheart o' mine
and layin' your body over me
my flickin' fingers gonna find you
yeh..mind your hidin' away

(hey, fry me up some brinjals...while I make some coffee)

oh, I gonna be wipin' them tears away
and you're gonna come flyin' my way
don't cry none
don't you fret none
world, she is crazy

we gonna go ridin' em purfling-waves, too
'cos I'm-a madly in love with you!






Jimi Hendrix - Once I Had A Woman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVUlzNXxljg&list;=RD02W3JsuWz4xWc
 Aug 2013 Lumiere
Kripi
I have everything
Or nothing

I live everyday
Or some day

I laugh I play
I graph I slay
Myself Everyday

I smile I cry
I guile I try
Everything Everyday

I sit alone
I watch at the sky
Just ask myself
Why and why

I do I die

*But The Only Thing That Left Is
My Poetry And Its Dye
 Aug 2013 Lumiere
Kripi
I Am Alone in this eccentric world
I have born in this eccentric world
         *I have been turned on

         *
in this eccentric world
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