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Sunday, December 31, 2006

Nobody's war

Photographs of guns and flame
Scarlet skull and distant game
Bayonet and jungle grin
Nightmares dreamed by bleeding men
Lookouts tremble on the shore
But no man can find the war

Tape recorders echo scream
Orders fly like bullet stream
Drums and cannons laugh aloud
Whistles come from ashen shroud
Leaders damn the world and roar
But no man can find the war

Is the war across the sea?
Is the war behind the sky?
Have you each and all gone blind:
Is the war inside your mind?

Humans weep at human death
All the talkers lose their breath
Movies paint a chaos tale
Singers see and poets wail
All the world kows the score
But no man can find the war

posted by Jean Nasr at 4:41 AM 0 comments

Janie don't you know

You've got the untortured mind of a woman
Who has answered all the questions before.
You've got the free-givin' ways of a woman
Who has kicked all the heartache out the door.
And Janie, don't you know? I been tryin'

Yes, I truly love to be with you
If I wasn't with the one that I'm with.
Yes, I truly love to lie with you
If I didn't have to give what I give.
I brought to you my tired plans and weary faith to you
And with a smile you took me in and showed me love again
Now it has to be say good-bye or stayin',
I don't know
But remember please, I gave you love that's only mine to give

posted by Jean Nasr at 4:30 AM 0 comments

Friday, December 01, 2006

What the fuck was I thinking ?

Love grows in me like a tumor,
Parasites bent on devouring its host.
I'm developing my sense of humor,
Until I can laugh at my heart between your teeth,
Until I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.
Love on the stove is such a temptation,
Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burned.

What the fuck was I thinking?
Love plows through me like a dozer,
I've got more give than a bale of hay,
and there's always a big mess left over.
What did you do? What did you say?

What the fuck was I thinking?
Love tears me up like a demon.
Opens the wounds and fills them with lead,
and I'm having some trouble just breathing.
If we weren't such good friends, I think that I'd hate you.
If we weren't such good friends, I'd wish you were dead

Love is so embarrasing
I'm this awkward and uncomfortable thing,
and I'm running out of places to hide
You know that I've got what you want

What the fuck was I thinking?
by J.Owens

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