If you meant the words you spoke Wouldn’t I feel them somehow? So far gone I couldn’t hear you anyhow Mouth moving, hands jumping My fingers touched your lips…stop Eyes begged you to find someone else
I strip off all that the world offers The earrings you bought To match our wedding ring The necklace pendant Hanging on a silver string Black leather pants studded With red patent louboutins My black half shirt scrawled In reflective cursive script With more truth Than we can freely speak “No Fucks Given”
Now naked and bare But for the makeup Ruby red lipstick smeared Just proof I’ve been your clown In this circus of insanity Wearing us down I walk into the street Where the sunset warms the ground And I lie down, “no fucks given”
This asphalt feels so good, warm As cars zig zag around me… honking As I melt into the tar, begging The earth to just take me back From the earth I came… right? Then let’s get on with it…
Thank you for liking this… it was inspired by one of my favorite songs and its video
I wish it didn’t. I want to be full of beautiful things, creating beautiful things. I hope to one day get there. Maybe the beauty of those around me will rub off one day.
I love this. I always wonder what’s behind the poetry that people write. I never know if it’s the same as what it makes me feel. But this definitely stirred something up in me. I love this. Probably too much.
I’ve been trying to say something sensible
Something which makes any degree of sense
Or rationalises or just even taps into
The whatever it is which is here
But I can’t because in many ways
I can only agree that sometimes
GROUNDING
is the thing.
I do it with the ocean,
If you need to, use earth
But get back to what’s important
Get back to YOU.
And just like that you are more you than even you realize 🙂 And in a world of good words and compliments these words mean more because these words are spoken with the most heartfelt intention…you are my favorite you of all.
Why roads and tales find a moment inside places, when I read the poetry where you challenge your perspective. Where crowns meet, they can run like water, free to skip across table drains on busy lonely roads, as they wait while vanishing headlights fade beneath a night’s trees in tall grass, thinking about a lonely wild, between a straight’s bends and an undulating time’s escape.
How words can travel and be stationary all at the same time, when minds and hearts voice different on varied occasions, what they seek most language’s diversity, the art to living.
On a bit of an art thing at the moment, it’s in everything. Have a good week, Hasty….
Beauty out of pain – transformation — shedding of symbols no longer holding the same meaning — being absorbed in the Earth only to rise again like the Phoenix from the fire or, perhaps a flowering tree from the soil is more appropriate. And a new patterning and unity already taking shape I see, and celebrate.
HASTYWORDS 
Oh my god, this is the best poem you’ve ever written.
Oh, how I wish pain didn’t inspire you so.
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Thank you for liking this… it was inspired by one of my favorite songs and its video
I wish it didn’t. I want to be full of beautiful things, creating beautiful things. I hope to one day get there. Maybe the beauty of those around me will rub off one day.
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I am asphalt to your sunset, and I want to be (and I WILL BE, dammit) made beautiful by those around me 🙂 It will happen. I’m gathering you close 🙂
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beautiful and sad and haunting and what the hell is a louboutin???
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http://us.christianlouboutin.com/us_en/shop-online-3/women-1/women/pumps.html
Amazing shoes!
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oh boy
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Is it wrong that I think that website gave me as much of a ‘moment’ as Beth’s Pintrest board of men?
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I soent sone tine tgere myself
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WOW you really did…
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Lol
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my thoughts were frozen from the Frosty I just had for lunch lol
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I love this. I always wonder what’s behind the poetry that people write. I never know if it’s the same as what it makes me feel. But this definitely stirred something up in me. I love this. Probably too much.
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That makes me feel less alone. Ty
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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I’ve been trying to say something sensible
Something which makes any degree of sense
Or rationalises or just even taps into
The whatever it is which is here
But I can’t because in many ways
I can only agree that sometimes
GROUNDING
is the thing.
I do it with the ocean,
If you need to, use earth
But get back to what’s important
Get back to YOU.
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And just like that you are more you than even you realize 🙂 And in a world of good words and compliments these words mean more because these words are spoken with the most heartfelt intention…you are my favorite you of all.
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From the middlest middle of my heart and soul, to the very epicentre of yours, Sunset, if I can.
*might just be all the stars in the sky right now….because has never been a favourite*
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Why roads and tales find a moment inside places, when I read the poetry where you challenge your perspective. Where crowns meet, they can run like water, free to skip across table drains on busy lonely roads, as they wait while vanishing headlights fade beneath a night’s trees in tall grass, thinking about a lonely wild, between a straight’s bends and an undulating time’s escape.
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Your words always comfort me.
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How words can travel and be stationary all at the same time, when minds and hearts voice different on varied occasions, what they seek most language’s diversity, the art to living.
On a bit of an art thing at the moment, it’s in everything. Have a good week, Hasty….
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Yes…this.
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very interesting and powerful!
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This says so, so much…and is very intense. You write so beautifully.
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I love when you visit. Thank you for encouraging me ❤
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Beauty out of pain – transformation — shedding of symbols no longer holding the same meaning — being absorbed in the Earth only to rise again like the Phoenix from the fire or, perhaps a flowering tree from the soil is more appropriate. And a new patterning and unity already taking shape I see, and celebrate.
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