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cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
i'm sorry, i don't know how this happened, my copy on file has an em dash after hopeless.
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
i'm sorry, i don't know how this happened, my copy on file has an em dash after hopeless.
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
PLEASE DON'T KILL ME I PASTED THE WRONG ONE, I MAY HAVE EVEN LOST IT
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
Ok, I had to start all over, from memory, which failed me somewhat, I don't even think it's better, I just know the one I lost was so good. I was so happy with it. :-( I think it's okay?
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLwoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet,
both mangled by all those
jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish, for believing
all those hopeless
romantic "
drawn out sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you
never
got that far.
did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was
that barefooted man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands, with silt,
the dream sank naturally into
her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not
how to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock
which no more can be wound.
what kind of man
are you, with no more life-times
left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we would
never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them, then you
and me. you know
i can barely see, and nobody
really gives "
too much " of a damn. i tried
so hard " to tell you,
i shot it to you,
through and through, but we
were both running, on
the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else "
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were
gone, my friend. you were
lost to me, gone
and out. what good does
that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream. it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
Ok, I had to start all over, from memory, which failed me somewhat, I don't even think it's better, I just know the one I lost was so good. I was so happy with it. :-( I think it's okay?
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLwoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet,
both mangled by all those
jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish, for believing
all those hopeless
romantic "
drawn out sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you
never
got that far.
did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was
that barefooted man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands, with silt,
the dream sank naturally into
her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not
how to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock
which no more can be wound.
what kind of man
are you, with no more life-times
left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we would
never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them, then you
and me. you know
i can barely see, and nobody
really gives "
too much " of a damn. i tried
so hard " to tell you,
i shot it to you,
through and through, but we
were both running, on
the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else "
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were
gone, my friend. you were
lost to me, gone
and out. what good does
that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream. it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
the SECOND after i sent this, i saw this one stanza, and knew it was wrong. i remembered that last time, where the break was.
i tried to do it over. (again)
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock
which no more
can be wound. what kind
of man are you, with no more
life-times left,
to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
Ok, I had to start all over, from memory, which failed me somewhat, I don't even think it's better, I just know the one I lost was so good. I was so happy with it. :-( I think it's okay?
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLwoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet,
both mangled by all those
jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish, for believing
all those hopeless
romantic "
drawn out sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you
never
got that far.
did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was
that barefooted man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands, with silt,
the dream sank naturally into
her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not
how to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock
which no more can be wound.
what kind of man
are you, with no more life-times
left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we would
never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them, then you
and me. you know
i can barely see, and nobody
really gives "
too much " of a damn. i tried
so hard " to tell you,
i shot it to you,
through and through, but we
were both running, on
the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else "
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were
gone, my friend. you were
lost to me, gone
and out. what good does
that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream. it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
the SECOND after i sent this, i saw this one stanza, and knew it was wrong. i remembered that last time, where the break was.
i tried to do it over. (again)
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock
which no more
can be wound. what kind
of man are you, with no more
life-times left,
to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
maybe an em dash after clock, so people don't accidentally end there.
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. what kind
of man are you, with no more
life-times left,
to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
Ok, I had to start all over, from memory, which failed me somewhat, I don't even think it's better, I just know the one I lost was so good. I was so happy with it. :-( I think it's okay?
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLwoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet,
both mangled by all those
jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish, for believing
all those hopeless
romantic "
drawn out sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you
never
got that far.
did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was
that barefooted man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands, with silt,
the dream sank naturally into
her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not
how to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock
which no more can be wound.
what kind of man
are you, with no more life-times
left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we would
never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them, then you
and me. you know
i can barely see, and nobody
really gives "
too much " of a damn. i tried
so hard " to tell you,
i shot it to you,
through and through, but we
were both running, on
the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else "
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were
gone, my friend. you were
lost to me, gone
and out. what good does
that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream. it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
the SECOND after i sent this, i saw this one stanza, and knew it was wrong. i remembered that last time, where the break was.
i tried to do it over. (again)
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock
which no more
can be wound. what kind
of man are you, with no more
life-times left,
to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
maybe an em dash after clock, so people don't accidentally end there.
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. what kind
of man are you, with no more
life-times left,
to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
Ok, I had to start all over, from memory, which failed me somewhat, I don't even think it's better, I just know the one I lost was so good. I was so happy with it. :-( I think it's okay?
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLwoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet,
both mangled by all those
jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish, for believing
all those hopeless
romantic "
drawn out sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you
never
got that far.
did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was
that barefooted man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands, with silt,
the dream sank naturally into
her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not
how to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock
which no more can be wound.
what kind of man
are you, with no more life-times
left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we would
never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them, then you
and me. you know
i can barely see, and nobody
really gives "
too much " of a damn. i tried
so hard " to tell you,
i shot it to you,
through and through, but we
were both running, on
the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else "
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were
gone, my friend. you were
lost to me, gone
and out. what good does
that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream. it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
the SECOND after i sent this, i saw this one stanza, and knew it was wrong. i remembered that last time, where the break was.
i tried to do it over. (again)
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock
which no more
can be wound. what kind
of man are you, with no more
life-times left,
to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
maybe an em dash after clock, so people don't accidentally end there.
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. what kind
of man are you, with no more
life-times left,
to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
this is crazy. the difference between how you hear something, or THINK you hear something, then trying again, and you are so embarrassed, it's so gone. but the thing was, you even tried reading it aloud (so quietly and hesitantly) and you thought it worked great. (reading aloud for the very reason that you thought you could NOT hear it). but now it's so gone to me, i have come up with this, closer to the way i originally had it written before posting, but not quite.
i should go melt back into
the southern gloam, i've barely
ever had a friend.
i have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, i have
no heart left for to mend.
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
okay, after doing this all day....
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLwoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet,
both mangled by all those
jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish, for believing
all those hopeless
romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know
who i am? you said you
never
got that far.
did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands, with silt,
the dream sank naturally into
her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not
how to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. what kind of man
are you, with no more
life-times left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
because of my love for you
i knew we would never
be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them, then you
and me. you know
i can barely see, and nobody
really gives too much
of a damn. i tried
so hard " to tell you,
i shot it to you,
through and through, but we
were both running on "
the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else "
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were
gone, my friend. you were
lost to me, gone
and out. what good does
that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should go melt back into
the southern gloam, i've barely
ever had a friend.
i have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
this is so dumb. i screwed it all up. i was going back over the first one here, and since it looked better, i started doubting my new one, and changed it a little just before posting and it's not what i really wanted.
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLwoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless
romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know
who i am? you said you
never
got that far.
did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands, with silt,
the dream sank naturally into
her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all
but mud.
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. what kind of man
are you, with no more
life-times left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
because of my love for you
i knew we would never
be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them, then you
and me. you know
i can barely see, and nobody
really gives too much
of a damn. i tried
so hard " to tell you,
i shot it to you,
through and through, but we
were both running on "
the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else "
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were
gone, my friend. you were
lost to me, gone
and out. what good does
that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should go melt back into
the southern gloam, i've barely
ever had a friend.
i have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
this is so dumb. i screwed it all up. i was going back over the first one here, and since it looked better, i started doubting my new one, and changed it a little just before posting and it's not what i really wanted.
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLwoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless
romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know
who i am? you said you
never
got that far.
did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands, with silt,
the dream sank naturally into
her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all
but mud.
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. what kind of man
are you, with no more
life-times left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
because of my love for you
i knew we would never
be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them, then you
and me. you know
i can barely see, and nobody
really gives too much
of a damn. i tried
so hard " to tell you,
i shot it to you,
through and through, but we
were both running on "
the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else "
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were
gone, my friend. you were
lost to me, gone
and out. what good does
that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should go melt back into
the southern gloam, i've barely
ever had a friend.
i have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
THERE! I LIKE IT! gosh i wonder about that one i lost though. see, i learned never open up recents, don't mess with recents, i'm confused about it, but it seems to miss the last one you have just closed, i'm not sure what it is, but i just don't trust it. same as how you shouldn't go into the library yourself, unless you really know what you are doing. you can really f up your computer, that's what mom says. (computer programmer since the 60s, now an academic, and taking lots of art classes. she's the real artist, not i.)
cheesetray wrote:
this is so dumb. i screwed it all up. i was going back over the first one here, and since it looked better, i started doubting my new one, and changed it a little just before posting and it's not what i really wanted.
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLwoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless
romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know
who i am? you said you
never
got that far.
did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands, with silt,
the dream sank naturally into
her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all
but mud.
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. what kind of man
are you, with no more
life-times left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
because of my love for you
i knew we would never
be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them, then you
and me. you know
i can barely see, and nobody
really gives too much
of a damn. i tried
so hard " to tell you,
i shot it to you,
through and through, but we
were both running on "
the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else "
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were
gone, my friend. you were
lost to me, gone
and out. what good does
that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should go melt back into
the southern gloam, i've barely
ever had a friend.
i have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
Will-Dockery wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
this is so dumb. i screwed it all up. i was going back over the first one here, and since it looked better, i started doubting my new one, and changed it a little just before posting and it's not what i really wanted.
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLwoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless
romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know
who i am? you said you
never
got that far.
did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands, with silt,
the dream sank naturally into
her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all
but mud.
the only sound left, that i
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. what kind of man
are you, with no more
life-times left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
because of my love for you
i knew we would never
be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them, then you
and me. you know
i can barely see, and nobody
really gives too much
of a damn. i tried
so hard " to tell you,
i shot it to you,
through and through, but we
were both running on "
the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else "
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were
gone, my friend. you were
lost to me, gone
and out. what good does
that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should go melt back into
the southern gloam, i've barely
ever had a friend.
i have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
THERE! I LIKE IT! gosh i wonder about that one i lost though. see, i learned never open up recents, don't mess with recents, i'm confused about it, but it seems to miss the last one you have just closed, i'm not sure what it is, but i just don't trust it. same as how you shouldn't go into the library yourself, unless you really know what you are doing. you can really f up your computer, that's what mom says. (computer programmer since the 60s, now an academic, and taking lots of art classes. she's the real artist, not i.)
Definitely agreed.
Also glad to hear that your mother seems to be doing well.
EfOA
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
anybody? preferences? comments? mass destruction?
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
anybody? preferences? comments? mass destruction?
here's another one for the ending:
i should go melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i have forward-faced the dream
and it screamed like a scratch
on my lens, i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
Will-Dockery wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
anybody? preferences? comments? mass destruction?
here's another one for the ending:
i should go melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i have forward-faced the dream
and it screamed like a scratch
on my lens, i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
Beautiful ending, and loved the use of "gloam" here.
cheesetray wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
anybody? preferences? comments? mass destruction?
here's another one for the ending:
i should go melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i have forward-faced the dream
and it screamed like a scratch
on my lens, i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
Beautiful ending, and loved the use of "gloam" here.
do you have a favorite presentation yet?
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
anybody? preferences? comments? mass destruction?
here's another one for the ending:
i should go melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i have forward-faced the dream
and it screamed like a scratch
on my lens, i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
Beautiful ending, and loved the use of "gloam" here.
do you have a favorite presentation yet?
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
Look, out of all of them so far, after some tweaking, meriting a re-reading, THIS IS MY FAVORITE, this is MY CHOICE and MY FINAL. (I know you don't believe me! :-) )
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no more.rCY
She's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
Carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
Is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
Did you really know
who I am? You said you
never " got that far.
Did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
But even more of a mystery is
who " was that barefooted
man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
The river overflowed on
sands, with silt,
the dream sank naturally
" into her blood.
Was she a woman
" or a creature?
They knew not how
to teach her,
on their road, now all
but mud.
The only sound left, that I
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. What kind of man
are you, with no more
lifetimes left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
The door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and the memory of you away.
I turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that I could stay.
I thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
Because of my love for you
I knew we would never
be through,
before I left, I ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both
running on the lam.
From red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
We know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
Is there anyone else "
who knows? You're the only
one who really cares.
Maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
I thought that you were
gone, my friend. You were
lost to me, gone
and out. What good does
that do for us "
for you to futz around
and pout?
Are we sharing the same
dream? I always
thought we were. Because
of you, I thought
inside myself, that maybe I
could be the cure.
But at what cost did
this all go down?
I can't do this without you.
You know i never left you.
I stuck to you like glue.
I'm lost without
a purpose.
I'm lost without a goal.
The bitter winds
blow in my face, I'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
I should go melt back into
the southern gloam, I've barely
ever had a friend.
I have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, I have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
Will-Dockery wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
Look, out of all of them so far, after some tweaking, meriting a re-reading, THIS IS MY FAVORITE, this is MY CHOICE and MY FINAL. (I know you don't believe me! :-) )
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no more.rCY
She's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
Carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
Is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
Did you really know
who I am? You said you
never " got that far.
Did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
But even more of a mystery is
who " was that barefooted
man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
The river overflowed on
sands, with silt,
the dream sank naturally
" into her blood.
Was she a woman
" or a creature?
They knew not how
to teach her,
on their road, now all
but mud.
The only sound left, that I
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. What kind of man
are you, with no more
lifetimes left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
The door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and the memory of you away.
I turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that I could stay.
I thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
Because of my love for you
I knew we would never
be through,
before I left, I ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both
running on the lam.
From red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
We know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
Is there anyone else "
who knows? You're the only
one who really cares.
Maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
I thought that you were
gone, my friend. You were
lost to me, gone
and out. What good does
that do for us "
for you to futz around
and pout?
Are we sharing the same
dream? I always
thought we were. Because
of you, I thought
inside myself, that maybe I
could be the cure.
But at what cost did
this all go down?
I can't do this without you.
You know i never left you.
I stuck to you like glue.
I'm lost without
a purpose.
I'm lost without a goal.
The bitter winds
blow in my face, I'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
I should go melt back into
the southern gloam, I've barely
ever had a friend.
I have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, I have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
Final version, okay, I'll have a look.
Good to see some actual poets here besides the stalker trolls such as NancyGene, who is currently in a tizzy obsessing over my late friend Geno Woolfolk.
And so it goes.
cheesetray wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
Look, out of all of them so far, after some tweaking, meriting a re-reading, THIS IS MY FAVORITE, this is MY CHOICE and MY FINAL. (I know you don't believe me! :-) )
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no more.rCY
She's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
Carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
Is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
Did you really know
who I am? You said you
never " got that far.
Did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
But even more of a mystery is
who " was that barefooted
man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
The river overflowed on
sands, with silt,
the dream sank naturally
" into her blood.
Was she a woman
" or a creature?
They knew not how
to teach her,
on their road, now all
but mud.
The only sound left, that I
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. What kind of man
are you, with no more
lifetimes left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
The door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and the memory of you away.
I turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that I could stay.
I thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
Because of my love for you
I knew we would never
be through,
before I left, I ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both
running on the lam.
From red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
We know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
Is there anyone else "
who knows? You're the only
one who really cares.
Maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
I thought that you were
gone, my friend. You were
lost to me, gone
and out. What good does
that do for us "
for you to futz around
and pout?
Are we sharing the same
dream? I always
thought we were. Because
of you, I thought
inside myself, that maybe I
could be the cure.
But at what cost did
this all go down?
I can't do this without you.
You know i never left you.
I stuck to you like glue.
I'm lost without
a purpose.
I'm lost without a goal.
The bitter winds
blow in my face, I'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
I should go melt back into
the southern gloam, I've barely
ever had a friend.
I have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, I have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
Final version, okay, I'll have a look.
Good to see some actual poets here besides the stalker trolls such as NancyGene, who is currently in a tizzy obsessing over my late friend Geno Woolfolk.
And so it goes.
Thanks.
Yeah, Geno seemed like a really cool guy. I'm sorry for your loss. : - ((( I knew a Geno. He was hot, that's when I got that black and blue t-shirt! My step-father's friend, that's also when we went to that caf|- Positively Front Street, and I got my matches which my parents proceeded to throw away, and they were on the stove, too. They probably thought they had to do with smoking or drugs. Haven't they ever heard of people collecting matches and matchbooks?!??!?!?! Ugh.
small edit:
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both running
on the lam "
cheesetray wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
Look, out of all of them so far, after some tweaking, meriting a re-reading, THIS IS MY FAVORITE, this is MY CHOICE and MY FINAL. (I know you don't believe me! :-) )
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no more.rCY
She's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
Carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
Is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
Did you really know
who I am? You said you
never " got that far.
Did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
But even more of a mystery is
who " was that barefooted
man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
The river overflowed on
sands, with silt,
the dream sank naturally
" into her blood.
Was she a woman
" or a creature?
They knew not how
to teach her,
on their road, now all
but mud.
The only sound left, that I
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. What kind of man
are you, with no more
lifetimes left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
The door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and the memory of you away.
I turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that I could stay.
I thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
Because of my love for you
I knew we would never
be through,
before I left, I ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both
running on the lam.
From red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
We know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
Is there anyone else "
who knows? You're the only
one who really cares.
Maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
I thought that you were
gone, my friend. You were
lost to me, gone
and out. What good does
that do for us "
for you to futz around
and pout?
Are we sharing the same
dream? I always
thought we were. Because
of you, I thought
inside myself, that maybe I
could be the cure.
But at what cost did
this all go down?
I can't do this without you.
You know i never left you.
I stuck to you like glue.
I'm lost without
a purpose.
I'm lost without a goal.
The bitter winds
blow in my face, I'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
I should go melt back into
the southern gloam, I've barely
ever had a friend.
I have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, I have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
Final version, okay, I'll have a look.
Good to see some actual poets here besides the stalker trolls such as NancyGene, who is currently in a tizzy obsessing over my late friend Geno Woolfolk.
And so it goes.
Thanks.
Yeah, Geno seemed like a really cool guy. I'm sorry for your loss. : - ((( I knew a Geno. He was hot, that's when I got that black and blue t-shirt! My step-father's friend, that's also when we went to that caf|- Positively Front Street, and I got my matches which my parents proceeded to throw away, and they were on the stove, too. They probably thought they had to do with smoking or drugs. Haven't they ever heard of people collecting matches and matchbooks?!??!?!?! Ugh.
small edit:
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both running
on the lam "
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
Look, out of all of them so far, after some tweaking, meriting a re-reading, THIS IS MY FAVORITE, this is MY CHOICE and MY FINAL. (I know you don't believe me! :-) )
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no more.rCY
She's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
Carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
Is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
Did you really know
who I am? You said you
never " got that far.
Did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
But even more of a mystery is
who " was that barefooted
man? what ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
The river overflowed on
sands, with silt,
the dream sank naturally
" into her blood.
Was she a woman
" or a creature?
They knew not how
to teach her,
on their road, now all
but mud.
The only sound left, that I
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. What kind of man
are you, with no more
lifetimes left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
The door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and the memory of you away.
I turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that I could stay.
I thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
Because of my love for you
I knew we would never
be through,
before I left, I ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both
running on the lam.
From red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
We know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
Is there anyone else "
who knows? You're the only
one who really cares.
Maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
I thought that you were
gone, my friend. You were
lost to me, gone
and out. What good does
that do for us "
for you to futz around
and pout?
Are we sharing the same
dream? I always
thought we were. Because
of you, I thought
inside myself, that maybe I
could be the cure.
But at what cost did
this all go down?
I can't do this without you.
You know i never left you.
I stuck to you like glue.
I'm lost without
a purpose.
I'm lost without a goal.
The bitter winds
blow in my face, I'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
I should go melt back into
the southern gloam, I've barely
ever had a friend.
I have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, I have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
Final version, okay, I'll have a look.
Good to see some actual poets here besides the stalker trolls such as NancyGene, who is currently in a tizzy obsessing over my late friend Geno Woolfolk.
And so it goes.
Thanks.
Yeah, Geno seemed like a really cool guy. I'm sorry for your loss. : - ((( I knew a Geno. He was hot, that's when I got that black and blue t-shirt! My step-father's friend, that's also when we went to that caf|- Positively Front Street, and I got my matches which my parents proceeded to throw away, and they were on the stove, too. They probably thought they had to do with smoking or drugs. Haven't they ever heard of people collecting matches and matchbooks?!??!?!?! Ugh.
small edit:
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both running
on the lam "
okay, i've made an essentiai change to the lay-out for aesthetic reasons. it works even better.
it was just getting TOO NARROW, and this balances it out beautifully, and returns balance to the piece.
i feel that perhaps the integrity might be somewhat challenged, but it came down to a compromise. i could change my mind as to this present judgement, and find it meaningful in other ways.
The river overflowed on
sands, with silt, the dream sank
naturally
"into her blood.
Was she a woman
" or a creature?
They knew not how
to teach her,
on their road, now all but mud.
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks,
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no more.rCY
She's all dressed in red, from
her head, to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
Carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
Is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
Did you really know who
I am? You said you
never " got that far.
Did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
But even more "
of a mystery is
who " was that barefooted
man? What ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
The river overflowed on
sands, with silt, the dream sank
naturally
"into her blood.
Was she a woman
" or a creature?
They knew not how
to teach her,
on their road, now all but mud.
The only sound left, that I
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. What kind of man
are you, with no more
lifetimes left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
The door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and the memory of you away.
I turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that I could stay.
I thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
Because of my love for you
I knew we would never
be through,
before I left, I ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both running
on the lam "
From red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
We know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
Is there anyone else "
who knows? You're the only
one who really cares.
Maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
I thought that you were
gone, my friend. You were
lost to me, gone
and out. What good does
that do for us "
for you to futz around
and pout?
Are we sharing the same
dream? I always
thought we were. Because
of you, I thought
inside myself, that maybe I
could be the cure.
But at what cost did
this all go down?
I can't do this without you.
You know I never left you.
I stuck to you like glue.
I'm lost without
a purpose.
I'm lost without a goal.
The bitter winds
blow in my face, I'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
I should go melt back into
the southern gloam, I've barely
ever had a friend.
I have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, I have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
faithfully yours,
-cheese
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks,
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no more.rCY
She's all dressed in red, from
her head, to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
Carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
Is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
Did you really know who
I am? You said you
never " got that far.
Did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
But even more "
of a mystery is
who " was that barefooted
man? What ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
The river overflowed on
sands, with silt, the dream sank
naturally
"into her blood.
Was she a woman
" or a creature?
They knew not how
to teach her,
on their road, now all but mud.
The only sound left, that I
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. What kind of man
are you, with no more
lifetimes left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
The door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and the memory of you away.
I turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that I could stay.
I thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
Because of my love for you
I knew we would never
be through,
before I left, I ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both running
on the lam "
From red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
We know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
Is there anyone else "
who knows? You're the only
one who really cares.
Maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
I thought that you were
gone, my friend. You were
lost to me, gone
and out. What good does
that do for us "
for you to futz around
and pout?
Are we sharing the same
dream? I always
thought we were. Because
of you, I thought
inside myself, that maybe I
could be the cure.
But at what cost did
this all go down?
I can't do this without you.
You know I never left you.
I stuck to you like glue.
I'm lost without
a purpose.
I'm lost without a goal.
The bitter winds
blow in my face, I'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
I should go melt back into
the southern gloam, I've barely
ever had a friend.
I have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, I have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
faithfully yours,
-cheese
Will-Dockery wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks,
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no more.rCY
She's all dressed in red, from
her head, to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
Carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
Is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
Did you really know who
I am? You said you
never " got that far.
Did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
But even more "
of a mystery is
who " was that barefooted
man? What ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
The river overflowed on
sands, with silt, the dream sank
naturally
"into her blood.
Was she a woman
" or a creature?
They knew not how
to teach her,
on their road, now all but mud.
The only sound left, that I
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. What kind of man
are you, with no more
lifetimes left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
The door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and the memory of you away.
I turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that I could stay.
I thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
Because of my love for you
I knew we would never
be through,
before I left, I ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both running
on the lam "
From red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
We know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
Is there anyone else "
who knows? You're the only
one who really cares.
Maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
I thought that you were
gone, my friend. You were
lost to me, gone
and out. What good does
that do for us "
for you to futz around
and pout?
Are we sharing the same
dream? I always
thought we were. Because
of you, I thought
inside myself, that maybe I
could be the cure.
But at what cost did
this all go down?
I can't do this without you.
You know I never left you.
I stuck to you like glue.
I'm lost without
a purpose.
I'm lost without a goal.
The bitter winds
blow in my face, I'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
I should go melt back into
the southern gloam, I've barely
ever had a friend.
I have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, I have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
faithfully yours,
-cheese
Final, compete version?
cheesetray wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks,
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no more.rCY
She's all dressed in red, from
her head, to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
Carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
Is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
Did you really know who
I am? You said you
never " got that far.
Did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
But even more "
of a mystery is
who " was that barefooted
man? What ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
The river overflowed on
sands, with silt, the dream sank
naturally
"into her blood.
Was she a woman
" or a creature?
They knew not how
to teach her,
on their road, now all but mud.
The only sound left, that I
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. What kind of man
are you, with no more
lifetimes left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
The door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and the memory of you away.
I turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that I could stay.
I thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
Because of my love for you
I knew we would never
be through,
before I left, I ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both running
on the lam "
From red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
We know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
Is there anyone else "
who knows? You're the only
one who really cares.
Maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
I thought that you were
gone, my friend. You were
lost to me, gone
and out. What good does
that do for us "
for you to futz around
and pout?
Are we sharing the same
dream? I always
thought we were. Because
of you, I thought
inside myself, that maybe I
could be the cure.
But at what cost did
this all go down?
I can't do this without you.
You know I never left you.
I stuck to you like glue.
I'm lost without
a purpose.
I'm lost without a goal.
The bitter winds
blow in my face, I'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
I should go melt back into
the southern gloam, I've barely
ever had a friend.
I have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, I have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
faithfully yours,
-cheese
Final, compete version?
Yes, I'm FINISHED....or am i ?
cheesetray wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks,
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no more.rCY
She's all dressed in red, from
her head, to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
Carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
Is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
Did you really know who
I am? You said you
never " got that far.
Did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
But even more "
of a mystery is
who " was that barefooted
man? What ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
The river overflowed on
sands, with silt, the dream sank
naturally
"into her blood.
Was she a woman
" or a creature?
They knew not how
to teach her,
on their road, now all but mud.
The only sound left, that I
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. What kind of man
are you, with no more
lifetimes left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
The door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and the memory of you away.
I turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that I could stay.
I thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
Because of my love for you
I knew we would never
be through,
before I left, I ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both running
on the lam "
From red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
We know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
Is there anyone else "
who knows? You're the only
one who really cares.
Maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
I thought that you were
gone, my friend. You were
lost to me, gone
and out. What good does
that do for us "
for you to futz around
and pout?
Are we sharing the same
dream? I always
thought we were. Because
of you, I thought
inside myself, that maybe I
could be the cure.
But at what cost did
this all go down?
I can't do this without you.
You know I never left you.
I stuck to you like glue.
I'm lost without
a purpose.
I'm lost without a goal.
The bitter winds
blow in my face, I'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
I should go melt back into
the southern gloam, I've barely
ever had a friend.
I have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, I have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
faithfully yours,
-cheese
Final, compete version?
Yes, I'm FINISHED....or am i ?
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks,
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no more.rCY
She's all dressed in red, from
her head, to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
Carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
Is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
Did you really know who
I am? You said you
never " got that far.
Did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
But even more "
of a mystery is
who " was that barefooted
man? What ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
The river overflowed on
sands, with silt, the dream sank
naturally
"into her blood.
Was she a woman
" or a creature?
They knew not how
to teach her,
on their road, now all but mud.
The only sound left, that I
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. What kind of man
are you, with no more
lifetimes left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
The door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and the memory of you away.
I turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that I could stay.
I thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
Because of my love for you
I knew we would never
be through,
before I left, I ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both running
on the lam "
From red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
We know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
Is there anyone else "
who knows? You're the only
one who really cares.
Maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
I thought that you were
gone, my friend. You were
lost to me, gone
and out. What good does
that do for us "
for you to futz around
and pout?
Are we sharing the same
dream? I always
thought we were. Because
of you, I thought
inside myself, that maybe I
could be the cure.
But at what cost did
this all go down?
I can't do this without you.
You know I never left you.
I stuck to you like glue.
I'm lost without
a purpose.
I'm lost without a goal.
The bitter winds
blow in my face, I'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
I should go melt back into
the southern gloam, I've barely
ever had a friend.
I have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, I have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
faithfully yours,
-cheese
Final, compete version?
Yes, I'm FINISHED....or am i ?
or aren't i ?
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks,
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no more.rCY
She's all dressed in red, from
her head, to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
Carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
Is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
Did you really know who
I am? You said you
never " got that far.
Did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
But even more "
of a mystery is
who " was that barefooted
man? What ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
The river overflowed on
sands, with silt, the dream sank
naturally
"into her blood.
Was she a woman
" or a creature?
They knew not how
to teach her,
on their road, now all but mud.
The only sound left, that I
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. What kind of man
are you, with no more
lifetimes left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
The door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and the memory of you away.
I turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that I could stay.
I thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
Because of my love for you
I knew we would never
be through,
before I left, I ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both running
on the lam "
From red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
We know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
Is there anyone else "
who knows? You're the only
one who really cares.
Maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
I thought that you were
gone, my friend. You were
lost to me, gone
and out. What good does
that do for us "
for you to futz around
and pout?
Are we sharing the same
dream? I always
thought we were. Because
of you, I thought
inside myself, that maybe I
could be the cure.
But at what cost did
this all go down?
I can't do this without you.
You know I never left you.
I stuck to you like glue.
I'm lost without
a purpose.
I'm lost without a goal.
The bitter winds
blow in my face, I'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
I should go melt back into
the southern gloam, I've barely
ever had a friend.
I have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, I have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
faithfully yours,
-cheese
Final, compete version?
Yes, I'm FINISHED....or am i ?
or aren't i ?
She's all dressed in red, from
her head, to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
CHANGED TO FIT THE PROPER SEMANTIC INTENTION READING
She's all dressed in red, from
her head, to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic
long drawn-out sighs.
****
if you couldn't figure it out, it's not
hopeless, romantic "
it's a noun
a hopeless romantic....
and thus, reading it as such, warrants the addition of an extra syllable before drawn-out.
i actually heard it and HAD THIS ('long') before, a long time ago, but it got lost amongst the revisions.
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks,
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no more.rCY
She's all dressed in red, from
her head, to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
Carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
Is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
Did you really know who
I am? You said you
never " got that far.
Did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
But even more "
of a mystery is
who " was that barefooted
man? What ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
The river overflowed on
sands, with silt, the dream sank
naturally
"into her blood.
Was she a woman
" or a creature?
They knew not how
to teach her,
on their road, now all but mud.
The only sound left, that I
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. What kind of man
are you, with no more
lifetimes left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
The door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and the memory of you away.
I turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that I could stay.
I thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
Because of my love for you
I knew we would never
be through,
before I left, I ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both running
on the lam "
From red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
We know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
Is there anyone else "
who knows? You're the only
one who really cares.
Maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
I thought that you were
gone, my friend. You were
lost to me, gone
and out. What good does
that do for us "
for you to futz around
and pout?
Are we sharing the same
dream? I always
thought we were. Because
of you, I thought
inside myself, that maybe I
could be the cure.
But at what cost did
this all go down?
I can't do this without you.
You know I never left you.
I stuck to you like glue.
I'm lost without
a purpose.
I'm lost without a goal.
The bitter winds
blow in my face, I'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
I should go melt back into
the southern gloam, I've barely
ever had a friend.
I have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, I have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
faithfully yours,
-cheese
Final, compete version?
Yes, I'm FINISHED....or am i ?
or aren't i ?
She's all dressed in red, from
her head, to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
CHANGED TO FIT THE PROPER SEMANTIC INTENTION READING
She's all dressed in red, from
her head, to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic
long drawn-out sighs.
****
if you couldn't figure it out, it's not
hopeless, romantic "
it's a noun
a hopeless romantic....
and thus, reading it as such, warrants the addition of an extra syllable before drawn-out.
i actually heard it and HAD THIS ('long') before, a long time ago, but it got lost amongst the revisions.
for clarity, i'm pretty sure that needs a comma after long.
She's all dressed in red, from
her head, to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic
long, drawn-out sighs.
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no morerCY
she's all dressed
in red, from her head
to her feet, both mangled
by all those jealous lies "
be careful what you wish
for you'll be stuck
with talking fish for
believing all those hopeless
romantic sighs.
carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true.
is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
did you really know who
i am? you said you never
got that far. did you finally
figure out that long-gone girl
of yours, whom you met
on the red river shore?
but even more of a mystery, is
who " was that
barefooted man? what
ground there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
the river overflowed on
sands with silt, the dream sank
naturally into her blood.
was she a woman
" or a creature?
they knew not how
to teach her
on their road, now all but mud.
the only sound left that i
can hear, is your clock which
no more can be wound.
what kind of man are you,
with no more life-times
left, to leave me abandoned
on your mound?
the door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and your memory away.
i turned, then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were telling me
that i could stay.
i thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge of it all.
since i believed in
my love for you, that we
would never be through,
before i left, i ran "
for you to do
concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
there's them,
then you and me
you know i can barely see
nobody really gives too much
of a damn. i tried so hard
to tell you, i shot it
to you, through and
through, but
we were both running,
on the lam.
from red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
we know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
is there anyone else
that knows? you're the only
one who really cares.
maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
i thought that you were gone,
my friend.
you were lost to me,
gone and out. what good
does that do for us?
for you to futz around
and pout?
are we sharing the same
dream? i always
thought we were. because
of you, i thought
inside myself, that maybe i
could be the cure.
but at what cost did
this all go down?
i can't do this without you.
you know i never left you.
i stuck to you like glue.
i'm lost without
a purpose.
i'm lost without a goal.
the bitter winds
blow in my face, i'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
i should melt back into
the southern gloam,
i've barely ever had a friend.
i forward-faced
the dream, it screams
like a scratch on my lens,
i have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
cheesetray wrote:
I think the thing to do is.....stop saying when the version is final or not....which should help with frustration.
show, don't tell....when it's final.....wait, then repost. That may not even be the answer, either. We'll have to see.
cheesetray wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
cheesetray wrote:
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight
Stranded on the icy banks,
of a once fertile river's shore,
where gods intervened
and mandated, rCLWoman "
thou shalt cry no more.rCY
She's all dressed in red, from
her head, to her feet,
both mangled, by all those
jealous lies "
Be careful what you wish for
you'll be stuck with
talking fish for, believing
all those hopeless romantic "
drawn-out sighs.
Carrying a guilt unbearably
laden, an exogenous
onus too ugly
to be true "
Is there anything that could
ever make me come
to finally
believe in you?
Did you really know who
I am? You said you
never " got that far.
Did you finally figure out
that long-gone girl
of yours,
whom you met
on the red river shore?
But even more "
of a mystery is
who " was that barefooted
man? What ground
there was he
standing on? who threw it "
full of sand?
The river overflowed on
sands, with silt, the dream sank
naturally
"into her blood.
Was she a woman
" or a creature?
They knew not how
to teach her,
on their road, now all but mud.
The only sound left, that I
can hear, is your clock "
which no more
can be wound. What kind of man
are you, with no more
lifetimes left, to leave me
abandoned
on your mound?
The door slammed shut straight "
into my petrified face,
my heart quaking, it blew my body
and the memory of you away.
I turned,
then, just as soon "
peered into your motorcycle room,
and thought you were
telling me
that I could stay.
I thought it was sweet, that you
had planned this meet,
that you "
were in charge, of it all.
Because of my love for you
I knew we would never
be through,
before I left, I ran "
for you, to do concentric cartwheels
" in your galactic backyard.
There's them, then you
and me. You know
I can barely see, and nobody
really gives " too much
" of a damn. I tried
so hard " to tell you,
I shot it to you, through
and through,
but we were both running
on the lam "
From red, down into black,
darkness setting, with the sun "
We know you have
no more lifetimes left "
and we all know
that you're the one.
Is there anyone else "
who knows? You're the only
one who really cares.
Maybe the time
now calls for silence "
to stop hawking all my wares.
I thought that you were
gone, my friend. You were
lost to me, gone
and out. What good does
that do for us "
for you to futz around
and pout?
Are we sharing the same
dream? I always
thought we were. Because
of you, I thought
inside myself, that maybe I
could be the cure.
But at what cost did
this all go down?
I can't do this without you.
You know I never left you.
I stuck to you like glue.
I'm lost without
a purpose.
I'm lost without a goal.
The bitter winds
blow in my face, I'm torn "
and broken off from
the whole.
I should go melt back into
the southern gloam, I've barely
ever had a friend.
I have forward-faced
the dream and it screamed
like a scratch
on my lens, I have no heart
left " for to mend.
-H.C.
8.24.25
faithfully yours,
-cheese
Final, compete version?
Yes, I'm FINISHED....or am i ?