Monthly Archives: September 2013

:NIRVANA-LOVE BUZZ : 100 WORD SONG

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This week Lance, Leeroy and The 100 Word Song are throwing “Love Buzz” by Nirvana (originally by Shocking Blue) at us…

Thumbs up to ^ that guy for letting my fiance, seablackwithink and myself pick the next two songs:)

 

 

Ok, try singing these lyrics instead of the original lyrics.

 

Baby, I see you looking at me.

As I play my guitar on stage.

Look back at you, straight in the eyes.

Hook up when the show ends.

 

Get buzzed then get off.

Get off then get buzzed.

Get buzzed then get off.

Get off then get buzzed.

 

Come to my place under the bridge.

I got it set up nice.

A cooler with beer and buckets for chairs.

The ground is wet but I lay the blanket over there.

 

Get buzzed then get off.

Get off then get buzzed.

Get buzzed then get off.

Get off then get buzzed.

 

That’s that.

Thanks Lance!   🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Three Stooges: Psychological issues & Pharmaceutical abuse?:Trio : Trifextra#87

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For the Weekend Trifecta a.k.a. TRIFEXTRA.. is throwing out another 3..click to join in!

Here’s the rundown:

“This weekend we’re asking for 33 of your own words about a famous trio. The trio could be from literature, from history or from pop culture. Just make it yours and have fun with it. Good luck!”

The Three Stooges: Psychological issues & Pharmaceutical abuse? 

 

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3 stooges punching faces, poking eyes, throwing pies, singing high.
Moe, the bully definitely has issues. Larry, best hair of the 3.

Curly, running around on the floor. Old time pharmacology  at work.

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Slow Jams, ya dig?

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http://jenkehl.com/music/twisted-mixtape-26/

“It’s been a crazy week for me, sorry for getting this out so late. So I won’t mess around. This week’s theme is

Relaxing slow jams. You wanna chill, you want your friends to chill. Any genre from rock to jazz to hip-hop, but it’s gotta be slow-jams”

Ok, Let’s see how this one turns out.

Title: Slow Jams, ya dig?

We will start with…

Then…

Then for seablackwithink…

Again for seablackwithink…

And we’ll end with…

I think I did better than I thought I would with the slow jams. Let me know what you all think.

I love you PI much Seablackwithink.  :*

RADIO WAVES IN SEABROOK AT 6:RAISED ON THE RADIO

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WRITTEN FOR RAISED ON THE RADIO..

RAISED ON THE RADIO
TITLE: RADIOWAVES IN SEABROOK AT 6

At the age of 6 I have many fond memories.
Sitting on the porch of an abandoned shop which once sold groceries.
Roy, Dennis, and myself. With a boombox set to FM.
Listening to LL Cool J‘s “I need love”, soon we were joined by Balinda & them.
The feeling I got was nice and fuzzy. Hearing that song for the very first time.
Even at my young age I felt the impact of LL’s Love song and rhyme.

Followed by Doug E. Fresh‘s “The Show” which was an awesome jam.
The Inspector Gadget synth made me go “Whoa that’s one of my favorite cartoons, man!”
My teen friends and syblings laughed as they tried to moonwalk in the sand on the concrete.
Someone found a large piece of cardboard perfect for breakdancing, “Let me try guys. That looks neat!”
So I laid on my back. They spun me around. All the while listening to the beatbox section. Such a novel sound.
I tried doing a 4 step with my little feet and not very well. The older ones laughed again.
A great time in our small NJ town.

Later that summer during the hot summer nights. My oldest brother and I listen to Metallica and such.
That’s when he became my musical mentor. Thrashing, headbanging, slam dancing. I miss those nights so much.
I always got my ass kicked by the older ones in our bedroom pit. Enjoyed each moment the summer before 1st grade.
My brother and I bonded, thanks to Metal. Megadeth & Metallica. Ozzy & Black Sabbath. My brother was proud of
the mini-headbanger he had made.

Then summer came to a sad end. The golden rule, pencils and the smell of brand new shoes.
It couldn’t stop Lars drums or LL’s sweet rap from putting on shows in my mind. Without the music at all times
I would get the blues.
I all ready knew what they had to offer in school. The best things I could learn came from casettes & radio.
Maybe I was a little too young to hear songs such as “Fade to black“. So what, I was hooked. I couldn’t let it go.
Looking back through all the years. I can hear all the songs that tickled my tiny ears.
All the music from then to now helped me learn, grow, and get passed some tough times of fear.
Music is my teacher and friend. My family and protector.
But remembering the Radio waves in Seabrook at 6, I see it in my mind’s eye, as if an image from a projector.

And now…

AWW!

Awwsome!

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2013: Trifextra #86

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Time travelin’ Trifecta! Join in…

“This weekend’s Trifextra comes to us courtesy of MOV, who often emails us with suggestions for site improvement or potential prompts.  Most recently, she told us about Travel and Leisure magazine’s “Super Short Travel Stories” competition, thinking that we could recreate the same challenge on our site.  We love the idea, but borrowing it outright feels a bit shady, so we’re going to add our own twist to it.  This weekend, we want you to give us a 33-word time travel story.  We don’t usually tell you what to title your piece, but we’d love it if you could title it with the year/date that you choose.”

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For Seablackwithink. (wink wink)

2013:

16 years ago a wormhole appeared to me.

Out walked myself 16 years older.

“Holy shit!“, we exclaimed.

Older says, “Dude, go to rehab twice.”.

Gotta go. A wormhole opened up.

Just this…

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I’LL PUT YOU IN MY CONTACTS :THE CURE -WRONG NUMBER: 100 WORD SONG

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LANCE AND THE 100 WORD SONG–CLICK TO JOIN IN!

Here is Lance’s rundown for this weeks 100 word song:

 

“This week is about rule breaking with word play. One of our newest writers, Melissa, aka @realgirlmelissa , is  fellow Georgian and music freak. She writes here:  http://melstepp01.wordpress.com/ . When Leeroy and I asked her to pick the song, she went into total neurotic mode just like I do. After days of stress, she came up with Wrong Number by The Cure. I decided we should play with this in more ways than one. Yes, this is 100 word song and the only “rule” is supposed to be keep it to 100 words, but my entry is going to be 120 words and that plays with the “Wrong Number” choice. That means you have 120 words this week and this week only. I’m sure my friend Velvet atwww.velvetverbosity.com will roll her eyes and reprimand me for linking to her 100 word song prompt of “reset”. So in honor of Melissa, a rebel herself, and The Cure’s Wrong Number, you’re not held to the exact number. You can be wrong.”

BREAKING THE 100 WORD RULE IN HOMAGE TO LEEROY, LANCE AND THE CURE-

This is inspired by my fiance seablackwithink and all the waves. Radio waves, Water waves, Sound waves, light waves, air waves etc.

-I’LL PUT YOU IN MY CONTACTS-

Sometimes I wish i could be gone.

No, the use of the word “gone” is wrong.

Have my life-force energy disperse, through out the universe.

Shining outwards in all directions not just above.

Reaching out to all the sources of love.

It is a fact of physics, energy never dies.

Whoever tells you otherwise lies.

I speak of more than soul. What we are made of matters.

Matter/energy. Einstein said it not me. Do our atoms E T C eternally scatter?

I believe so, also, I believe each and every particle can see. Could be.

Our infinite eyes. Wave & tides of an astronomical sea.

Gazing upon all that exists from this dimension to the next, next, next.

Bouncing off of stars, like from cellphone to satellite relaying our texts, texts, texts.

With a message of love in the evolution of human form.

I know I dialed the correct number because the voice on the other end feels cozy and warm.

 

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Happiness:TWISTED MIX TAPE 25

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Jen’s rule rundown for Twisted Mix Tape 25:

“Today it’s a free for all!!! YAHOO! Write your mix about WHATEVER you want. Have fun link up any time after 9pm EST .”

 This mix is called “happiness”. And it is twisted.

Starting off nice, happy and easy.

Now it gets dark 

Listen all you freaks!

Are you really happy?

And we finish with something a bit lighter. Then I’m gone.

Let me know what you think. 🙂

Goodbyes from friends. Greetings from Death.

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Hey everyone.  Here is another poem from the past. Age 18 a month or 2 before I turned 19. Just a fun fact: On my 19th birthday I had an insane acid trip and thought I was in the matrix. There’s a lot to the trip story. Let me know if you would like to hear the full and strange story about the matrix trip and I’ll write it down, then post it. Anyway as I mentioned this is a poem from age 18. This one is called…

Goodbyes from friends. Greetings from Death. :

Spring to summer, dead leaves to snow.

You’re born then you die. We all have to go.

Accidents happen every day. Why do things have to be this way?

So many questions without answers. Such as “Do we ever really die?”

Going on with our lives wondering “Why?”

Too bad if you’re no good with goodbyes.

Inevitabilities that make everyone cry.

Goodbyes are worse when you know they’re coming.

A time frame within which the heart will cease drumming.

“Step right up! Get your ticket from death!”

It’s just to let you know when you will breathe your last breath.

He has kept close watch since you were a kid.

Like trapping fireflies in a jar with no lid.

We are death’s crops in endless fields.

It is always harvest season. Our souls His endless meal.

We all come and we all go.

Collapsing one after another, Flesh and bone dominos.

In the end do we remain blind?

I believe all the answers we crave we shall find.

He weaves between dimensions with his list of who to kill.

The hunter chases the rabbit for the thrill.

Infinite things I wish I knew.

I hope I learn them all when this life of mine is through.

Some things will be illuminated as I grow older.

Others will still glow dim and smolder.

At the end of the day death always knocks.

To collect the soul, leaving our families and friends with compost in a pretty wooden box.

To stand on your own grave you don’t have to go far.

Look below your feet there you are.

 

I wrote this when my father was mis-diagnosed and my family thought he didn’t have long to live. This poem in my opinion this poem is no where near my best. Let me know what you think.

Learn from what you’ve been through

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Hey everyone this one is from 09-05-13 I wrote it right before I wrote “I can’t sleep”. So If you read this one first some of the lines from “I can’t sleep” will make more sense. I should have posted this one first but I had to work up to it due to the subject. Ok so that’s the intro and this is…

Learn from what you’ve been through:

Who the fuck do you think you are?

A little literal whore in denial. You’ve come so far.

You fucked up my love life before I knew what a love life was.

I hope when you meet your god, you hear dark sinister laughter and then a buzz.

Followed by a free fall that gets hotter and hotter.

You said you didn’t do it and that I’m a liar. I’m sick of this memory making my eyes water.

I’m sick of the stress you’ve caused in my relationship.

I get ill hearing reverberations of what you said about my 5 year old dick.

Every time I feel I’m over it, here it comes.

I can’t take it anymore. I need it to be done.

You will never admit that you did it.

Sometimes I feel I can forgive but may never forget.

So pray, pray, pray, pray, pray, If you must.

You better hope, hope, hope, hope, hope that you are heard by your jesus.

Hate to say but, I won’t shed a single solitary tear at your funeral.

I’ll won’t even be there. I’ll just be here trying not to feel empty as usual.

 

Now I want everyone to know I’m not attacking christians or their belief. I’m only attacking my sister’s (she’s the one who did what she did to me), belief in Jesus. And I’m not attack anyone who is or has been a prostitute. Especially if they accept it and aren’t in denial or lie about it. I’ll be honest, If I was a girl when i was deep into my drug addiction I probably would have sold my body for drugs. Not cigarettes though.  Just wanted to make that clear.  The thing that pisses me off the most about what my sister did to me is that she had been sexually abused also. Break the fucking cycle! I did you asshole! So that’s the end of the outro. Thanks for reading.

I Can’t sleep

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Hey everybody, This one is from 09-05-13. Had a rough night talking to my fiance seablackwithink about some things that happened to me in my childhood. I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this…

I Can’t Sleep:

It’s past 5am on a Thursday morning.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

My mind won’t rest, flickers, soaring.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Thoughts of every thought I’ve had are roaring.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Spiraling memories banging in my head.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

I want to be lying with you in bed.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Haunted by things, difficult to be said.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Pages begging to be saturated with ink.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Even though I feel tired and weak.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Look deep within to sneak a peek.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

No one deserves this. No one should feel this.

I can’t sleep I can’t sleep.

Try to stay positive but can’t help being pissed.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

The past has past, away it can’t be wished.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Night to night never know if Sandman shows.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Like a shrub in the wind, bending anyway the wind blows.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Slumber near my grasp. Nope there it goes.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

At least on good nights I lay awake with a smile.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Tonight without walking I travelled miles & miles.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Completely restless, haven’t been this way in a while.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Body & mind out of sync, so, so tired.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Mind overrides the body, too, too wired.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Soul caught between paradise and mire.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Still wide awake, still writing, 06:05

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Almost totally drained, I feel so alive.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Won’t stop now, I can survive.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Might just write til this pen runs dry.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Whatever it takes, keep a tear from my eye.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Working it out, hey I can try.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Lake with ducks, hearing traffic picking up.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

It’s up to me how I fill my cup.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Gonna be a long day, don’t give a fuck.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Sun will soon rise, blinding light.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Moon takes a rest, eyes closed tight.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

Some cosmic joke, that’s all right.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep.

I can’t think straight anymore. Maybe I’ll count some fucking sheep.

Since I can’t sleep.