Posts Tagged ‘if you need me i’ll be out by the trees cryng in my almanac’


Monday, March 18th, 2013

Mind over matter or lobo

splatter of a readily reached

region, My epicenter.Com


Pewter chipped, reprogrammed, reset.

 Regret and now a brain fart, a

tart vegetable. Out of sync


With my sweet red beat. They speak of

 chemical imbalances, a

tragic faint foreshadowed until


I realize all is fair in this

dense heir. They will not confiscate

 this southern mental state. Hexed by


Celexa? or accept fair fate

Visual trifecta. Left right,

left, right, inner sight, stumble, re-


 Gain, refrain, play with the toys not

Your organs. Pituitary

playground, cerebellum jungle


Gym, true monkey bars, mental hide

 and seek. Close your eyes and count down

from ten. Seek until you hit The


Fence. Have a seat on a bench. Be

happy with the inch or take The

 green mile. Strapped in your own elect


Tric chair on top of your frame. Framed,

buckled in dimensions, dead dig-

its. Remembering math class and strain.


Ic Mus Plath Playlist

Friday, March 15th, 2013

04 Sun-Bees, Rain, Wind, Sun, You it’s all there for your listening, please pleasure.

08 Bel Air– probably the best one, but only probably

Wiki Wickedness about Plath:Plath was born on October 27, 1932, in the Massachusetts Memorial Hospital, in Boston’s Jamaica Plain neighborhood.[4] Her mother, Aurelia Schober Plath (1906–1994), was a first-generation American of Austrian descent, and her father, Otto Plath (1885–1940), was from Grabow, Germany.[5] Plath’s father was an entomologist and was professor of biology and German at Boston University; he also authored a book about bumblebees.[6] Plath’s mother was approximately twenty-one years younger than her husband.Otto had become alienated from his family after choosing not to become a Lutheran minister, as his grandparents had intended him to be.Otto Plath died on November 5, 1940, a week and a half after Plath’s eighth birthday,[6] of complications following the amputation of a foot due to untreated diabetes

Wiki Wickedness about Lana Del Rey aka Lana Del Rey Mar aka Lizzy Grant aka May Jailer aka Sparkle Jump Rope Queen

Del Rey was born Elizabeth Woolridge Grant in New York City on June 21, 1986,[1] to former Grey Group copywriter turned entrepreneur, Rob Grant, and former Grey account executive, Pat Grant.[2] She was raised in Lake Placid, New York[3][4] with two younger siblings.[2] She is of Scottish descent.[5] She began singing in church choirs when she was a child.[6] At fourteen, she was sent to Kent School, a boarding school in Connecticut, to deal with her alcohol dependence,[7][8] before heading back to her hometown at the age of eighteen. Del Rey then attended Fordham University in New York City, studying a branch of philosophy known as metaphysics [4][9][10] because “it bridged the gap between God and science. I was interested in God and how technology could bring us closer to finding out where we came from and why.”[11] She said, “that was when my musical experience began. I kind of found people for myself.”


These songs I’ve complied are great to skate to, great to wait to, great to be great to.  Have Fun or at least try to. So many other tracks too. The artists are, Two Door Cinema Club, The Kooks, and Lana Del Rey.  I did this because I Love You too.

Beware the Pronoun, Loved ones.

09 Eat That Up, It’s Good for You

03 Wake Up

01 Born to Die 02 Off to the Races

07 Dark Paradise 16 Video Games (Joy Orbison Remix) [

01 Ride

04 Body Electric

1-02 How’d You Like That

1-04 Taking Pictures of You

1-11 Eskimo Kiss 1-13 Carried Away (Bonus Track)

02 Come Back Home

09 Eat That Up, It’s Good for You

12 Remember My Name

06 Sleep Alone

11 Beacon

Response to Probably not substantive enough to be post-worthy, but…

Friday, March 8th, 2013

America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I’m sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.-Who else but Ginsberg?(sickedwickedness)

I aim at this section of, America , because of Cobain and Plath’s “attractiveness.” Cobain’s music was attractive. Plath’s poetry was attractive. But “America” wants us to believe that their suicide was attractive because “America” wants us to think that “its machinery is too much for us.” The affect that drugs have on an artist and the artist’s mind state is very real.  The affect that fans have on the artist are very real because of all the pressure the artist is put under because of their fame and are almost looked at as a “saint” when in reality they are far from it because they are destroying the very beautiful bodies backstage that their fans fantasize.  Can we blame “America”? or Do we blame the artist?

 I totally respect them as mainstream idyllic figures because their form(their physical attractiveness) and their content (their poetry and music) should be respected we cannot argue with how handsome Cobain was or how pretty Plath was.  My opinion is that their ending was ugly.  Too many fans look to these people, I mean, idyllic symbols as more than human and become confused.  I am not confused about it because I’m sure these artists did not feel that they were as attractive as we thought they were.  Plath didn’t have enough education and Cobain took too many drugs to cope and what a slippery slope and you lose sight of Hope when your Dream has been accomplished and you can’t make it to the finish, is it too late too replenish the soul you chose to diminish?  No, it’s not too late. Life is a big Responsibility and the more you are given the more you are responsible for. What do I know? but “Rumor has it!!” ha ha ha

 However, you can’t argue with the beauty of an early death either because where I was raised, here in America, that’s what I was always reminded. And a few words from a brother of mine Kanye  Omari West in America (please don’t get caught up on the form and only try to see the content):

 “The block is at war, post dramatic stress, ran up outta pillz, rob dat CVS, niggas gettin bust over in Gods we trust, We believe in God butdo God believe in us?,if we believe enough will we ever get to know him, that lean got us dosin’ ,if we get there we the chosen, i been poppin shit for too long, but still reppin where I came from”-Kanye West

 “Dr. Martin Louis The King Jr. and imma never let the dream turn to Krueger’s”-Kanye West

I could write shorter sermons but when I get started I’m too lazy to stop.-Lincoln



The Bishop Challenge

Wednesday, January 30th, 2013

Give us a decent sestina.  You must follow the designated word pattern and will impress us if you can also maintain a regularish meter.  A few cheating hints: choose your six words and, on a page, put them in at the ends of the lines where they must appear so you can visualize it.  Choose at least one word that is flexible—e.g., may be used as a noun or a verb or has several definitions (break), or has homophones (to, two, too).

The Rules:

Each end word is represented here by a number.  In six full stanzas, words at ends of lines must follow this order:

Stanza 1: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Stanza 2: 6, 1, 5, 2, 4, 3

Stanza 3: 3, 6, 4, 1, 2, 5

Stanza 4: 5, 3, 2, 6, 1, 4

Stanza 5: 4, 5, 1, 3, 6, 2

Stanza 6: 2, 4, 6, 5, 3, 1

Stanza 7 (envoy): 2—5, 4—3, 6—1 (three lines, first word is internal and second at line’s end.  For our purposes, if you get all six words into your envoy, any order is okay.)