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Talk to me
Talk to me about half-finished journals and empty theaters
Talk to me about the calluses on the soles of your feet
Do you think they look like art?
Talk to me about the bobby pins stuck between the sheets of your bed
Talk to me about the broken doorbell in your childhood house
Why have you never gotten it fixed?
Do you think it says a lot about your family?
Do you think it’s a metaphor for your parents’ relationship?
Talk to me about the ghosts in your head
I wanna see if they look like mine
If they were friends in some past, unfulfilled life
Talk to me about kites
Talk to me about knee high socks
What do they remind you of?
Talk to me about spilled lemonade
Does the sourness still linger on your tongue
Long after the mess as been mopped up?
Talk to me about your 10th grade English teacher
Do you resent her blatant favouritism?
Do you wonder why she didn’t like you the best?
Do you ever wonder why
It seems like nobody likes you the best?
Talk to me about the peonies in the garbage chute
Talk to me about untied shoelaces
And an 8 year old’s skinned knees
Talk to me about slippery floors
Talk to me about illegal downloads
Talk to me about Tarsiers
Talk to me about oil pastels
Do you prefer them over any other art medium
Because they are dirtier, messier and more difficult to work with it?
Talk to me about recycling
Do you think it’s pointless?
Or do you think it’s gonna make a significant difference?
Talk to me about Broadway musicals
Talk to me about Hercules
Have you ever dreamed of being immortalized
Through the whispering of the stars?
Talk to me about god
Do you think god made man
Or did man make god?
Talk to me about clay pots
Talk to me about cacti
Talk to me about the color grey
Talk to me about plastic balloons
When did you learn that the art of letting go
Is closely intertwined with the tragedy of loss?
Talk to me about films
Talk to me about knuckles
What do you tell your grandmother
When she asks why they are bruised and wounded?
Talk to me about Geishas
Talk to me about roadtrips
And that one time when you were 15
And you drove away in your older brother’s car
Feeling young and reckless and so so alive
Talk to me about pain
Every stabbing hurt
Every mouth filled with blood
Talk to me about joy
Both the abundance and the lack of it
Talk to me about love
And warmth
And light
And the sound of coming home
Talk to me
Write your life’s story on torn Christmas wrappers
And I will hold them in my hands like sacred beads of prayer
Talk to me
Open the cracks of your spine and engulf me in the shade of your eyes
Talk to me

Let me in
Nick Strong Dec 2019
Talk to me, talk to me of Old St. Nick
Talk to me of Sinterclaus
Of Mikulas, Pere Noel, or Babbo Natale

Talk to me of candles, christingle and a silent night
Talk to me of crackers, carols and calamities
Talk to me of snow, sleighs, and stars
Talk to me of Christmas cards, wrapping paper
Talk to me of gold, old spice and mice
Talk to me of icing, icicles
igloos, ivy
Holly
Oh sweet Hollie
Tots of Drambuie
Marmalade and toast

Talk to me of Philip Scholfield
Carols From Kings
Mary Poppins
Scrooge
Festive films
Radio Times
And things that are too pretty
Lights, nights
Hark, Dark
barking dogs
tinsel
Tinsel Town
Wolves at the door
Salvation Army playing once more

Talk to me
Talk to me
Cream Crackers, cheese
Frosty mornings, old knees

Talk to me of snow covered alpine forests
Gateaux
Cherries
walnuts and berries
Festive fun,
A seasonal run
Of All Gold telly
With a full belly
Farts, sprouts
Turkey that tastes just like chicken
Oh talk to me of
Terry Wogan
Rosh Jogan
Grogan Josh
Last minute deals
Black Friday
White Friday
And all the Cyber Mondays

Talk to me of
Happy Mondays
Dancing Bez
In a Festive Fez

Talk to me
Talk to me
Of Festive time
Late nights
Early mornings
Beer
Cheer
All in entertainment

Oh talk, TALK to me
Of hangovers,
sleep overs
gloves
mittens
and cute kittens

Oh talk to me of
fake Chanel
Faux Fur and underwear
Celvin Klein

Talk to me , Talk to me of
Jonah Lewie
Bony M
The Pogues
and all those rogues
Fairy tale of New York
Stop the Cavalry
Mary's Boy Child
And the
Spaceman who came riding by

Oh talk, Talk , Talk to me
of places, and spaces We all know
Christmas markets
Tesco, Aldi and John Lewis Adverts showing
Christmas is coming
Christmas is coming
Christmas is coming
Chris
Oh talk to me
Oh talk to me of old St. Nick

Talk to me
Talk to me
Eggnog
Talk to me
Talk to me
Bah humbug
Talk to me
Talk to me
Happy Christmas
Read aloud at speed. Enjoy!
Francie Lynch Mar 2014
(the tics will talk 'til twelve o'clock)

When we make time,
When we listen:

The theistic preach deistic talk;
The atheistic preach pragmatic talk;
The agnostic preach proleptic talk;
The heretic preach shismatic talk;
The mystic preach prophetic talk.
(the mesianic and satanic never stop)

When we have time;
Then we listen:

The optimistic teach hypnotic talk;
The pessimistic teach sarcastic talk;
The altruistic teach empathetic talk;
The idealistic teach synergistic talk;
The pacifistic teach semantic talk;
The body politic teach charismatic talk;
The technocratic teach robotic talk;
The romantic teach poetic talk;
The critic teach cathartic talk;
The moralistic teach dualistic talk;
The ascetic teach platonic talk.
(the artist would rather not talk)

When we find time,
Do we listen:

The lunatic speak quizzotic talk;
The neurotic speak pathetic talk;
The chauvanistic speak monistic talk;
The nihilistic speak ballistic talk;
The hedonist speak narcissistic talk;
The futuristic speak galactic talk.
(the minimalist hasn't the time to talk)

Just don't.

Look.
Some tic reset the clock.
tic toc, tic toc, we all run round the clock.
Jordan Hudson Jun 2019
Talk like a tunnel
Talk like a tunnel
Talk like a tunnel
Talk like a tunnel
Ya
Ya
We can talk like a tunnel ya
We can talk with the reverb on
We can talk like a tunnel ya
We can talk with the reverb on
We can talk like a tunnel ya
We can talk with the reverb on
Like a tunnel
Like a tunnel
Like a tunnel
Reverb on
Echo
Down the hall
Out the back
Voice is wack
Listen to that
Yeah
Down the hall
Out the back
Other side
Ya that's mine
Listen to that
Yeah
Mumble rap
Yeah I'm wack
Listen to that
Yeah
Talk like a tunnel
Talk like a tunnel
Talk like a tunnel
Talk like a tunnel
Ya
We can talk like a tunnel ya
We can talk with the reverb on
We can talk like a tunnel ya
We can talk with the reverb on
We can talk like a tunnel ya
We can talk with the reverb on
Like a tunnel
Like a tunnel
Like a tunnel
Yeah
Dark inside
End is light
Both sides
Echo inside
Nowhere to hide
Only to run
Not from a gun
The glock can catch
The glock can wreck
Your life and die
Nowhere to hide
Now Imma die
Can't reach the light
Bye
We can talk like a tunnel ya
We can talk with the reverb on
We can talk like a tunnel ya
We can talk with the reverb on
We can talk like a tunnel ya
We can talk with the reverb on
Like a tunnel
Like a tunnel
Like a tunnel
Yeah
can't reach a goal because you are being stopped
Katlynn Grilli Jan 2019
Lets talk
Lets talk about what happened
Lets get the ugly details
Lets talk about it
Like talking is going to be doing me any good
Lets talk about how that made you feel while I type away on my computer and repeated questions more than once because I'm not actually paying attention
Lets talk about it though
Lets talk about the ****** knife
Lets talk about the grip he had on my throat
Lets talk about my head hitting the tile floor when I passed out
Lets talk about how hard his fist felt against my face
Lets talk about it
If you were listening you wouldn't be able to talk about it with me
But lets go on
Lets talk about the night I felt like I lost everything
Lets talk about how he pinned me down
Lets talk about how he spit in my face and laughed while I cried
Lets talk about what happened next
but that's just too uncomfortable for you
Lets talk about it though
I'll talk about it
I'll talk about the smell of his cologne mixed with the smell of *** on his breathe in my face
I'll talk about how hard his hands dug into my wrist
Lets talk about it
He grabbed me with a threat
His tongue sharpened with the names of my sisters just a couple blocks away
I got in
so I was asking for it
all that *******
Tears coming from my eyes didn't bother him because nothing bothered him other than me not listening to his every instruction
His every demand
He claimed his words were the gospel
And I was sinning
Only he was the devil himself sitting in front of me
I was abused and I can talk about it
I'll talk about it
The hard stuff is over now
But lets talk about it while I answer a few phone calls but don't worry I'm listening
I'll talk about it but your not listening
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
When you're down and feeling scared
You can talk to Me
Of this life you weren't prepared
You can talk to Me
You feel your pain cannot be shared
You can talk to Me
You cried out and no one cared
You can talk to Me

A husband who has lost his wife
You can talk to Me
The searing pain cuts like a knife
You can talk to Me
There is naught but pain and strife
You can talk to Me
No owners manual for this life
You can talk to Me

You don't know what you can do
You can talk to Me
Your body beaten black and blue
You can talk to Me
Of real friends you've only few
You can talk to Me
Of rememberance only rue
You can talk to Me

If you're tired of your rut
You can talk to Me
All the doors are locked and shut
You can talk to Me
When life has literally kicked your ****
You can talk to Me


Talk to Me
'Bout anything
Talk to Me
Comfort I bring

Talk to Me
I'll always be
Talk to Me
I'll set you free

You can LIVE ETERNALLY!

You can talk to Me
You can talk to Me
You can talk to Me



SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/29/2016
Yes I used the four letter word... ****.
Joyce Meyer used to it when she said,
"Get off your "but(t)s"!

Jesus is there for you, dear friend.
He always has a listening ear.
He's always there. He never sleeps.
Talk to Him!

I'm there too if you ever need me. I've been on the low with several people. That's why I have not been reading. People need to know there is actually somebody out there who cares. Since I am Jesus disciple, which means I am his emissary & diplomat, and I pray for people here too, I would very much like to know your cares and burdens. I do read about them too. And I pray for your needs. But I would also like to talk to you via your messages on the system here. I have gotten to know many individuals on this site. I've even given out my phone number in the past. Very discerningly of course. But I have.

I love you all very much

♡ Catherine
Do not talk to me of your version of God
One that personifies God by egoistic mind

For ego by definition is Exit God Out
For your personification of God
Does not resonate with my knowing of God

The hell you believe I will burn in
Is the heaven I will transmute all my sins in

The hell you believe I live in
Is my route to heaven

The hell you believe in
Will drawn you in an ocean
Of guilt and shame

Keep your fears to yourself
I can no longer entertain them

Do not talk to me of God
When you want me to silence my soul
God can never be silenced by your egoistic minds

Let me redefine for you ‘كفر’ *
Let me redefine for you ‘blasphemy’

It is being a slave to your ideas
It is being a slave to your mind
It is being a slave to your concepts
It is being a slave to your fears

I am not here to be a slave to human minds
I am here to be a slave to my creator
His breath gave life to my body

I am not here to worship your fearful mind
I am here to worship my creator through my heart

Do not talk to me of God
When you refuse me the right
To exercise my divine gifts

Do not talk to me of God
When you rob me from free will
Divinely gifted to me at birth

Do not talk to me of God
When you rob me from exercising
The gift of freely speaking my mind

Do not talk to me of God
When  you forbid me from listening to my heart
Yet forcefully enslave me to your mind

Do not talk to me of God
When you fail to accept me

Do not talk to me of God
When you vilify my shadows

Do not talk to me of God
When you fail to see my divinity

Do not talk to me of God
When you deprive me
From the experience to witness
The limitless capacity of my body

Do not talk to me of God
When you reject parts of me
Yet God accepts all of me

Do not talk to me of God
When you fail to forgive me
While God offers me eternal forgiveness

Do not talk to me of God
When you abandon your son after he sins

For the God I know
Will never forsake his son
Nor shame him for his sins
Nor will he love him less

For the sins he does is the forgetting of self
When one acts against his self

Do not talk to me of God
When you fail to embody his love

For you have yet to know God
If you still refuse to embody his divine qualities

Do not talk to me of God
Till you reflect his unconditional love, grace, mercy, forgiveness and acceptance

Do not talk to me of God
When you sexualize my body that he has created

Do not talk to me of God
When you shame my body
For the sacred red fluid that flows out of me
The body that gives birth to his creation

Do not talk to me of God
When you separate me
From divine creations

Do not talk to me of God
When you justify killing
Yet vilify love making

Do not talk to me of God
When you normalise violence upon his creations
Yet shame the pleasures of love between his creations

We will not be silenced
By the barbaric volumes of your egoistic minds
Our divinity can never be a slave to your fears

You can not fears us into enslavement
Our divine faith runs deeper than the fears that hijacks your minds

Let us love each other
While we both try to experience God

Let us love each other
While we both try to understand God

Meanwhile I swim in the ocean of grace where hell does not exist

Thank you for being here - NwK
* كفر translates to blasphemy in arabic. This piece is dedicated to every soul that has experienced and continues to experience a force of both suppressive and oppressive silence by this world under the umbrella of any ‘so called’ moral authorities not limited to religious authorities.

Dedicated to all who feel unseen, unheard and unaccepted in any way or form. I say to you; you belong, you are seen, heard and accepted.

This world was created by fearful minds of humans. Let it not silence your heart, soul, truth and love. You are not disloyal for your choice not to conform to the fearful norms of this world.
You are not unfaithful to question all that has been told to you. Allow your experience to determine what truth is for you.
I talk too much
About playing football
And doing art like a **** stirring old man
And I talk about partying in the street
And how I can have fun
Doing what I want to do
I talk about baseball and cricket
And who will really win
I talk about my favourite bands
And what I think they should play
Play rock and roll
Blues and a tad of jazz
And kids music Christmas carols
Songs about the Easter bunny
And anthems about 4th Of July
As well as scary music of Halloween
I just love to talk mate
And if you keep on talking Briany
It will be a fun day for all
I talk about fun days
About superheroes nightclubs children playing oh yeah I feel good
I also talk about rugby league
Rugby union Aussie rules and basketball
And I talk about my favourite team
Canberra Penrith parramatta and Newcastle and the New South Wales blues, they won ‘yay’
And I go for brumbies wallabies even 1 from New Zealand and Carlton Sydney port Adelaide and Fremantle and Brisbane  and the GWS giants from aerial ping pong
But I like it a lot
I like to talk and
If you keep on talking briany
It will be a fun day for all
I talk about hot pants cold potato chips
Going you are a cool dude don’t deny it
I talk about KFC Kingsley’s Lido cherry bean they have really good food
I talk about house parties club parties park parties where the music is pretty rad
I like 50s 60s 70s and 80s
And 90s as well
I hate rap hip hop ****** love songs wild hogs no dogs
But I am starting to get used to them
I talk while we play Yahtzee and being artzie and watching a tv show
I talk to mum I talk to my other mum I talk to my brother cousins aunties and uncles
And to Buddha who knows where the dead are when they move to next lives
I talk all the time
But if you keep on talking briany
It will be a fun day for all
I talk to Christians about why they choose heaven and Muslims on why they want to **** and catholics why they go after the young and I like Jews and Buddhists
Yes I love to talk
I say yo it’s Brian and I am  here to say
Talking is the fun thing I do all day
Even politicians get a mention
Like the left wing likes the poor
And the right wing don’t give a toss
Put right wing on detention
And boy love to talk about myself
Yes I get a mention
And if you keep on talking briany
Everyone has fun with you

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