Ginger Poet Damien gives me pause...

mucker · 04-02-2007, 06:44 AM

Feed the sparrows.
Listen to water rushing over rocks.
Fill your bed with feather pillows.
Forgive.
See the child in every face.
Whisper more.
Cello's blow in the breeze.
Shadow's haunt, accept them gratefully.
Seek Kindness.
Surrender to unspeakably devastating beauty.
I can't take my eyes off you.
I can't take my eyes off you.
I can't take my eyes off you.
Did I say I love you?
Breathe in the tender faces in your dreams and memories.
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
......my mind...
I can't take my mind off you..
......my mind.....
You are my little Bird.
And my Joy.

Surrender to the Joy of Sparrows.

Revive a lost Art....

Tenderness

Valentino · 04-02-2007, 07:16 AM

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Originally Posted by mucker

Surrender to unspeakably devastating beauty.

I have no idea who you are or where you came from but I absolutely admire your dialect. The above quoted line is one of the best phrases I have heard in a long time and I applaud your talent. Keep it up.

Emelie · 04-02-2007, 08:37 AM

Just fantastic!

Timeé · 04-02-2007, 09:28 AM

think youre too good for our poetry thread, eh?

cille · 04-02-2007, 10:29 AM

Am l o v i n g your dedication Mucker

Nine · 04-02-2007, 12:33 PM

Mucker, you are a curious fellow. You fascitnate me. What you wrote up there was lovely.
x

Timeé · 04-02-2007, 12:35 PM

i beg to differ.

Nine · 04-02-2007, 12:55 PM

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Originally Posted by Timeé

i beg to differ.

hahaha

Damo fan · 04-02-2007, 03:43 PM

Very,very nice. Thanks.

mucker · 04-04-2007, 08:09 AM

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Originally Posted by Valentino

I have no idea who you are or where you came from but I absolutely admire your dialect. The above quoted line is one of the best phrases I have heard in a long time and I applaud your talent. Keep it up.

There was this brook, deep in the Oregon woods...we went to spend an afternoon....among all the complications or simplifications of Holy Shrooms, I found a spot along the brook, it was a tractor seat shaped rock, covered in lush moss. My Bud Timmy kept coming by, asking if I was alright. I kept saying "Come back later", 6 hours into it, he said, "Mikie, are you OK?"
I was sooo comfortable, I was watching the Universe in this little brook, twirling around a rock...it was so beautiful, and devastating, I watched all my complications washing away.
The 1st time I heard my lil ginger poet Damien sing, I was again swept away from a whole lot of complications...he writes in that special air...from his "meat soul", maybe it's about boy meets girl, boy wants girl, girl goes away, boy beats log....
In the greater scheme of things, boy watches Life & Death flow by, and in the midst of his simple human heart, Universes wash away, Gods appear and disappear, but the simple sparrow songs go on, trees age and die, leaving saplings....Damien connects me to a lot of flow, brook flow, wind blow, he welcomed me back to wolf howl, boy in the wild howling, looking for his pack.
I don't know what the hell he's singing about, but a wolf pup broke out of my chest, a carcass waiting to howl again, by a familiar brook...when I heard Damien sing.....I was walking through Cold Water....listening and sniffing, sniffing and listening....
Someone howled in the moonlight...I'm howling back...AAARRROOOO
Wild eyes see so very much more than "Tamed eyes", Wild hearts feel so much more than "Tamed hearts"....
There was this brook, deep in the Oregon woods...a lush moss covered seat of commonman Buddha awakening, the sparrows sang, the winds blew, the cold water flowed........and all the complications washed away....
Sparrow song
Damien sans harmony
I don't want to know anything, about anything, the why of anything
Ginger Poet writing and writing on stained hearts and napkins
Sparrow song
I just wanna kick back and have Mr.Rice's words come at me
And drive me to the Brook
And I'm good.

Timeé · 04-04-2007, 12:17 PM

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Originally Posted by mucker

My Bud Timmy kept coming by

Refer to me in your stories again and ill bust your nut you gawky faced son of a Pontius Pilate.

verenita · 04-04-2007, 01:59 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by mucker

There was this brook, deep in the Oregon woods...we went to spend an afternoon....among all the complications or simplifications of Holy Shrooms, I found a spot along the brook, it was a tractor seat shaped rock, covered in lush moss. My Bud Timmy kept coming by, asking if I was alright. I kept saying "Come back later", 6 hours into it, he said, "Mikie, are you OK?"
I was sooo comfortable, I was watching the Universe in this little brook, twirling around a rock...it was so beautiful, and devastating, I watched all my complications washing away.
The 1st time I heard my lil ginger poet Damien sing, I was again swept away from a whole lot of complications...he writes in that special air...from his "meat soul", maybe it's about boy meets girl, boy wants girl, girl goes away, boy beats log....
In the greater scheme of things, boy watches Life & Death flow by, and in the midst of his simple human heart, Universes wash away, Gods appear and disappear, but the simple sparrow songs go on, trees age and die, leaving saplings....Damien connects me to a lot of flow, brook flow, wind blow, he welcomed me back to wolf howl, boy in the wild howling, looking for his pack.
I don't know what the hell he's singing about, but a wolf pup broke out of my chest, a carcass waiting to howl again, by a familiar brook...when I heard Damien sing.....I was walking through Cold Water....listening and sniffing, sniffing and listening....
Someone howled in the moonlight...I'm howling back...AAARRROOOO
Wild eyes see so very much more than "Tamed eyes", Wild hearts feel so much more than "Tamed hearts"....
There was this brook, deep in the Oregon woods...a lush moss covered seat of commonman Buddha awakening, the sparrows sang, the winds blew, the cold water flowed........and all the complications washed away....
Sparrow song

such a sublime experience!

SisterMidnight · 04-06-2007, 01:48 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by mucker

Damien sans harmony
I don't want to know anything, about anything, the why of anything
Ginger Poet writing and writing on stained hearts and napkins
Sparrow song
I just wanna kick back and have Mr.Rice's words come at me
And drive me to the Brook
And I'm good.

ditto

you remind me of my ex, michael

only you're a much better writer

mucker · 04-06-2007, 08:42 AM

Funny, Funny.....Pontius Pilate wants a hug with unwashed hands...I won't wash mine either.......

mucker · 04-08-2007, 05:25 AM

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Originally Posted by Valentino

I have no idea who you are or where you came from but I absolutely admire your dialect. The above quoted line is one of the best phrases I have heard in a long time and I applaud your talent. Keep it up.

There are some angry people who dwell within their own personal space in every artist's website I've visited. Some artists have blocked off this sort of interchange, unfortunately, because of personal agenda's and unresolved conflicts. Artists attract this, it's the nature of artistic interchange.

Lil Ginger Poet woke up parts of me that had been asleep for a long long time. 3am poet Damien was singing one night on a website radio station, at a personal low ebb for myself, and he snagged me, as it were, as I walked into a strange pub, and I heard a song or two, and I knew I knew him...it was a poetic Irish wink.

What all these "fans" have to say about his "personal life" is just sooo Entertainment Tonight, sooo People Magazine toss off...

I just wanna know where people's hearts travel when they listen to anybody's music....I'm always ready to travel....I love my poets and their crazy hearts.
Walk in Peace, Man.

04-02-2007, 06:44 AM	#1
mucker Eskimo Mucker Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: The wrong coast of Amerikay Posts: 78	Ginger Poet Damien gives me pause... Feed the sparrows. Listen to water rushing over rocks. Fill your bed with feather pillows. Forgive. See the child in every face. Whisper more. Cello's blow in the breeze. Shadow's haunt, accept them gratefully. Seek Kindness. Surrender to unspeakably devastating beauty. I can't take my eyes off you. I can't take my eyes off you. I can't take my eyes off you. Did I say I love you? Breathe in the tender faces in your dreams and memories. I can't take my mind off you I can't take my mind off you I can't take my mind off you ......my mind... I can't take my mind off you.. ......my mind..... You are my little Bird. And my Joy. Surrender to the Joy of Sparrows. Revive a lost Art.... Tenderness

04-02-2007, 08:37 AM	#3
Emelie I drank a lavalamp... Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: Sverige Posts: 586	Just fantastic! __________________ http://killerqueen.org http://www.flickr.com/photos/userr/ http://www.last.fm/user/Userr/

04-02-2007, 09:28 AM	#4
Timeé Intello Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Co. Donegal, Ireland. Posts: 2,435	think youre too good for our poetry thread, eh? __________________ Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did Got what I paid for now See ya tomorrow, hey Frank can I borrow A couple of bucks from you?

04-02-2007, 10:29 AM	#5
cille creepycute Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Copenhagen Posts: 15,333	Am l o v i n g your dedication Mucker __________________ Yeah

04-02-2007, 12:35 PM	#7
Timeé Intello Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Co. Donegal, Ireland. Posts: 2,435	i beg to differ. __________________ Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did Got what I paid for now See ya tomorrow, hey Frank can I borrow A couple of bucks from you?

04-02-2007, 12:33 PM	#6
Nine Inuit Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: UK Posts: 2,458	Mucker, you are a curious fellow. You fascitnate me. What you wrote up there was lovely. x

04-02-2007, 03:43 PM	#9
Damo fan Eskimo Baby Join Date: Nov 2006 Posts: 16	Very,very nice. Thanks.

04-06-2007, 08:42 AM	#14
mucker Eskimo Mucker Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: The wrong coast of Amerikay Posts: 78	Funny, Funny.....Pontius Pilate wants a hug with unwashed hands...I won't wash mine either.......