#davidbowie
Shes standing on my studio stage
Standing singing moonage
daydream,
She´s a daydream
In fake sun spotlights \
She´s a sunset
She blinds me with golden beams
I´ve listened to the song
a hundred times over
But it never sounds quite right without her
Cause the sound of her lips
she controls my entirety
my hands, my face, my hips
and she kisses my scars
She´s better than anything I´ve seen
My lady singing moonage daydream.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 10:34 AM UTC
he was the kind of guy who would have willfully participated
in the ****** of Sylvia Likens, and very much have enjoyed the interaction with the rest of the gang while doing so.
he is still that kind of guy,
just a lot older now
too good for most things
and all the women who now hate him
for all the discomforting memories he had left them with.
his mom had been a nurse
and now his sister was too
perhaps whatever woman he was with was too,
his mother loved him, how could she not,
she had been a nurse,
so he was absolutely sure that masks, social distancing, and mandated vaccines were how it should be.
anyone who didn't know these things was too embarrassing for him.
his mom told him so.
at the age of 44, he still had the exact same job he had had for the past twenty years. he was too good to do anything else other than making deliveries to restaurants, which were all requiring vaccine passports for dine in and perhaps soon delivery.
most of him felt very important
every time he unloaded his delivery van
or posted on twitter or instagram
or wrote about how many of those woman had deeply loved him
even though they were not worthy of his importance
and could never be
he was too desirable for them
and they needed to learn that
so he had taken the time to teach them that
long ago, they needed to learn
so he had taken the time to teach them that
if they had been worth remembering, he would still find a way to continue teaching them that.
life had been good lately, he made $95 CAD
on a baseball card trade, he was a good person
who had a lot to offer the world and only deserved
the most smoking hot of non-throwaway women
when there were so many throwaway women who needed to learn
he knew what all the good music and writing was
and knew when something wasn't worth listening to or worth reading, jack ketchum's **** was certainly no good, he knew it,
all the fun girls knew it too,
he knew a lot, so he taught.
he was a good person with a good life and smart with his baseball card investment strategies, he didn't need an undesirable life
he had good advice to give to baseball, football, hockey, and soccer leagues
it was easy to make all these excellent observations
as a good person,
he reached over for his smokin hot queenshit
earlier this very night,
kissed the nape of queenshit's sweet, whip-smart neck
and fondled queenshit's girl ****
while listening to the queen's vaccinated breathing
tomorrow he would make a youtube playlist for queenshit
that included drunken one off's he had recorded with his band 15 years ago
then, one of them would make an interesting, important dinner
they would both eat and talk about.
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 3:55 AM UTC
In sixth grade,
I wrote a letter to David Bowie
addressed to his New York home never knowing
a girl named Kamryn exists,
but I thought I was special enough
for a world-renowned rock star to reply
or care enough about some pre-teen angst
I shared with him how my grandma Pam
chose drugs over (I know now an addiction has many more complex layers)
getting to know her grandchildren or
to love her son, but then I remembered-
this is David ******* Bowie, he's lived life
with ******* in his bloodstream for thirty years prior
Maybe, I mentioned it all
because I wanted to feel special,
like the way, I think dying young
will create that for me. It's stupid
how I painfully so-identified as
"the girl with the mousy hair"
and the piano aiding an eloquent
discussion about the world's disarray
in which I selfishly identified as my own
"Life on Mars" always felt like a personal performance
just for me, but at twenty-one, it isn't just a song
and I still lay awake wondering if Mars and I
share a similarity, we want life to ebb
so distinctly within us both.
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 8:04 PM UTC
You know how many times we looked at the screen
hoping we could see ourselves in there?
and you know how we never even caught a glimpse?
Still don't know what we were expecting.
We were a little too beautiful to sell our souls
to some weird carnival mirror,
and, anyway, you can't instastory a heart,
no matter how hard some might try.
However, every now and then
I can't help but look again at that screen
and just wonder how the clowns
might see the stranger.
Do they know that time may not change them,
but that they can't trace time?
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 8:25 PM UTC
Oh! You Pretty Thing
First time I saw you I thought Watch That Man
I really wish he'd Rock N Roll with me All Nite
because he looks like he's coming straight out of 1985.
Unfortunately It Ain't Easy since you already got this China Girl
but Where Are We Now? We made some Changes
and finally Here Comes The Night we'll be turning down the lights
covered in Ziggy Stardust, Dancing In The Streets, I never felt so right.
I'm a Rebel Rebel living on a Blackstar
you say Love Is Lost and just like you I Can't Give Everything Away
but I now that All The Young Dudes ain't got a thing on you
right now I'm in the Quicksand and can't find a way through.
I'll be your Lady Stardust, you'll be my Starman
we can be Heroes just for one night, or we can be us just for one day
so come on, let's go rattle the stars
And, maybe, in Five Years
we'll discover if there really is Life on Mars?
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC
Never will
his memory die
for he lives
in song and art
floating
his spirit blends
with his beloved sky
filled in a sea
of stars
and in the stars
at last he has become
part of the space
he loved
The legend watches
now a constellation
and smiles upon
the work he has inspired
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
I am not of this world
My eyes are not eyes
They are Black Holes
Swallowing this universe whole
My heart is not a heart
It is a Pulsar
******* you dry
My soul is not simply a soul
It is a Nebula
Forging the birth of stars
My body is not just a body
It is a Galaxy
Holding the celestial organs of my Super Nova
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
i feel myself slipping through the wind
unleashing my soul within
eyes leak in memory of you
and forgive myself for being the fool
i have no urge to scream
this pain cannot be mended by any means
who knew emptiness turns out to fill us with the worst of pain
pain that cannot be verbalized in any sentence or phrase
the closest it's had to having an explanation was in the tears we've shed
there's nothing about it that could be said
no one ever understands until they feel it
until they found the love that once made them feel sick
i stand here now, arms raised to my sides
no love, no pain, and no anger to hide
and now i know, finally, for just a few moments atleast,
how it feels to let my soul be free.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC
Whether it be of Music or Acting, the stage goes silent again. The lights dimmed and as a singular light hits center. Although these performances here may end, I know the greatest one of all awaits ahead.
So don your garbs, and prepare your songs.
Recite your words, and ready the show.
Audience, line up dressed in your best, and gather inside to view.
The next show is about to begin, and the best is yet to come!
Take a Bow You Greats:
Lemmy Kilmister - David Bowie - Alan Rickman
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
~William Shakespeare~
*** Thank You for your talents and being woven into the fabric of my life ***
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
I am extremely saddened by the death
Of David Bowie, whom I never met,
But who has been part of my life for years;
Who stood head and shoulders above his peers.
A man whose music to many did speak,
Always different, forever unique.
Who was true to his art right to the end;
Who rightly deserves the title Legend.
So farewell David, and though you have gone,
Know that you and your music will live on.
For your innovation, your genius
Have become very much a part of us.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
This is ground control to Major Tom:
We're really gonna miss you.
Thank you for all that you've done.
There will never be anyone quite like you.
Rock on in the aether,
you beautiful creature.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
Most of us don’t even manage
To become a hero, just for one day
But the Starman came, he saw, he conquered
He blew our minds
A creative centipede
A shapeshifter
A kook
A man who sold his image to the world
And showed us that heroes still exist
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC