Meg: My soul could beat up your soul
Miles: My soul drinks Evian water
Meg: My soul is Jewish. Chosen people. Challa!
Miles: I got plastic surgery and now my soul’s tits are huge.
Meg: My soul does pilates
Miles:My soul writes poetry
Meg: Fuck you, my souls got a bigger dick.
Miles: God wrote on my facebook wall today
Meg: God poked me.
Miles: My souls not a temple. My souls a Mall.
*Static*
Meg: Right now
You can receive this soul for only six-sixty-six
(MILES SPINS, MEG WALKS AROUND MILES, advertising her)
This soul includes sexual promiscuity, intense vanity, and will stop at nothing to make you some money!
Call now and we’ll throw in a free limited edition Iraqi soldier soul
And even an unwanted Chinese baby soul, one soul’s trash is another soul’s treasure.
Miles: What a bargain!
Meg: This soul practically sells itself!
*Static*
(miles grabs the mic, kneels down, and plays god)
Meg: (sweetly) Dear God.
I’m fat.
Look at these muffin tops, God.
Make me skinny.
Or… make my friends fat?
It’s not happening fast enough
God? God. God!
Miles: You must have patience.
It’s a virtue.
Meg: But God!!!!
Miles: JESUS meg! I’m watching Flavor of Love.
Meg: I’ll put in an extra $5 in the offering plate next Sunday!
Miles: (Makes mystical noise)
Meg: (Sucks in stomach) Thanks God!
*Static*
Miles: Mom look at my magic stone. It can make us fly cause its a moon stone and …
Meg: Isn’t there something on TV honey?
Miles: Tell me a story
Meg: I just brought you Grand theft auto
Miles: Play outside with me
Meg: Give me that silly stone and go take your morning medicine you know it calms you down.
Miles: But touch my magic stone! (Holds out hands)
Meg: (Looks long at her hands) What stone?
*static breaking up*
NO one is praying till their knees get worn
"these are 7 jeans"
NO one has conversations with their eyelashes
Because an e-mail was faster
NO one dreams life and anticipates the dawn
cause we all got the preview on the internet, and it seemed too long
Because no ones making Gandhis anymore
No one’s bones stick out of the surface to prove we are humans, first
Unless an eye for an eye
makes the rich get cribs, rims and turn their bodies in to diamonds when they die
No one is making Marleys anymore
Got shot and walked from the grave to sing your heart a song
No one’s going to be a Jesus to bleed to death to save a soul
Because we’re turned him into crystals on a crucifix and hung him around our necks
We’ve made him stained glass
And we even lied about his skin color to sell it to the masses
*static ends*
We apologize for the interruption
Now Back to your scheduled programming:
Miles: Buy Magic Stone
A new line from Tiffany & Company
Because all that glitters is gold.
Because all that glitters is God.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
i wrote more meg, what u think
My soul could beat up your soul
My soul prays at least 10 times a day
It’s got the power of God behind it
My soul wears nikes
High tops
My soul wears Prada
Limited edition
My soul is Jewish. Chosen people. Challa!
I got plastic surgery and now my soul’s tits are huge.
My soul says no to carbs
My soul writes poetry
Fuck you, my souls got a bigger dick.
My soul has its own reality television show
My soul is a more successful spin off
God wrote on my facebook wall today
God poked me.
My soul is bigger than a temple
My souls a Mall.
Right now
You can receive this soul for only six-sixty-six
(MILES SPINS, MEG WALKS AROUND MILES, advertising her)
This soul includes sexual promiscuity, intense vanity, and will stop at nothing to make you some money!
Free shipping and handling
Call now and get a free limited edition Iraqi soldier soul
And even an unwanted Chinese baby soul, one soul’s trash is another soul’s treasure.
You have to buy it! This soul practically sells itself!
(miles grabs the mic, kneels down, and plays god)
Meg: Dear God.
God.
I’m fat.
Look at these muffin tops, God.
Make me skinny.
Or… make my friends fat?
God… God?
It’s not happening fast enough
Miles: You must have patience.
It’s a virtue.
Meg: But God!!!!
Miles: JESUS meg! I’m watching Flavor of Love. Just but an extra 5 in the offering and I will be happy to help u! Gods got to eat.
(A little kid and his/her mom. Mom is preoccupied with herself, child is trying to get some play time)
Miles: Mom look at my magic stone. It can make us fly and go to the moon, cause its a moon stone and when we touch it it will make us magic, Mom come on, touch it and we could fly.
Meg: Not now. Just watch the t.v. ok. I bought you all this nice stuff, an xbox, and new dvds, your going to Jr. soccer later sweetheart, why don't u go and use the computer for a while, or play your gameboy and throw away that stupid rock.
And through the t.v we suck away are souls everyday.
(voices from tv)
-buy now
-I love u juliet, Oh charles
-Bumbing and griding
-Oh my god I love these shoes
-last night britney spears
We've given over the power, became puppets without a purpose, throw our magic stones into the abyss cause were comfortable.
NO one is praying till their knees get worn
"these are 7 jeans"
NO one plays makebelieve
NO one sees the world as a great adventure, a miraculous mystery.
cause we all got the preview on the internet, and it seemed boring.......
Just as long as industry is making money,
investing in to empty,
cause recession
reminds us that the money wasnt ours in the first place.......
We’ve globalized it
Capitalized it
And anything alternative is fading unless
It’s marketable
Boxable
Ready for retail
Eastern philosophy
Check
Meditation
Check
African dance
Check
Tribal Medicine
CHECK
Reality
CHECK
CHECK
REALITY
Because no ones making Gandhis anymore
No one’s bones stick out of the surface to prove we are humans, first
Unless an eye for an eye
makes the rich get cribs, rims and turn their bodies in to diamonds when they die
No one is making Marleys anymore
Got shot and walked from the grave to sing your heart a song
No one’s going to be a Jesus to bleed to death to save a soul
Because we’re turned him into crystals on a crucifix around our necks
We’ve made him stained glass
And we even lied about his skin color to sell it to the masses
Skin will rot
slide from bone
But between the cracks of your flesh
rekindle the light
for we may be candles in the dark
leading the children
to see beauty in the world
and play like babies in the shadows of the moon
reunited, our souls laughing for the fullness of it all.
My soul prays at least 10 times a day
It’s got the power of God behind it
My soul wears nikes
High tops
My soul wears Prada
Limited edition
My soul is Jewish. Chosen people. Challa!
I got plastic surgery and now my soul’s tits are huge.
My soul says no to carbs
My soul writes poetry
Fuck you, my souls got a bigger dick.
My soul has its own reality television show
My soul is a more successful spin off
God wrote on my facebook wall today
God poked me.
My soul is bigger than a temple
My souls a Mall.
Right now
You can receive this soul for only six-sixty-six
(MILES SPINS, MEG WALKS AROUND MILES, advertising her)
This soul includes sexual promiscuity, intense vanity, and will stop at nothing to make you some money!
Free shipping and handling
Call now and get a free limited edition Iraqi soldier soul
And even an unwanted Chinese baby soul, one soul’s trash is another soul’s treasure.
You have to buy it! This soul practically sells itself!
(miles grabs the mic, kneels down, and plays god)
Meg: Dear God.
God.
I’m fat.
Look at these muffin tops, God.
Make me skinny.
Or… make my friends fat?
God… God?
It’s not happening fast enough
Miles: You must have patience.
It’s a virtue.
Meg: But God!!!!
Miles: JESUS meg! I’m watching Flavor of Love. Just but an extra 5 in the offering and I will be happy to help u! Gods got to eat.
(A little kid and his/her mom. Mom is preoccupied with herself, child is trying to get some play time)
Miles: Mom look at my magic stone. It can make us fly and go to the moon, cause its a moon stone and when we touch it it will make us magic, Mom come on, touch it and we could fly.
Meg: Not now. Just watch the t.v. ok. I bought you all this nice stuff, an xbox, and new dvds, your going to Jr. soccer later sweetheart, why don't u go and use the computer for a while, or play your gameboy and throw away that stupid rock.
And through the t.v we suck away are souls everyday.
(voices from tv)
-buy now
-I love u juliet, Oh charles
-Bumbing and griding
-Oh my god I love these shoes
-last night britney spears
We've given over the power, became puppets without a purpose, throw our magic stones into the abyss cause were comfortable.
NO one is praying till their knees get worn
"these are 7 jeans"
NO one plays makebelieve
NO one sees the world as a great adventure, a miraculous mystery.
cause we all got the preview on the internet, and it seemed boring.......
Just as long as industry is making money,
investing in to empty,
cause recession
reminds us that the money wasnt ours in the first place.......
We’ve globalized it
Capitalized it
And anything alternative is fading unless
It’s marketable
Boxable
Ready for retail
Eastern philosophy
Check
Meditation
Check
African dance
Check
Tribal Medicine
CHECK
Reality
CHECK
CHECK
REALITY
Because no ones making Gandhis anymore
No one’s bones stick out of the surface to prove we are humans, first
Unless an eye for an eye
makes the rich get cribs, rims and turn their bodies in to diamonds when they die
No one is making Marleys anymore
Got shot and walked from the grave to sing your heart a song
No one’s going to be a Jesus to bleed to death to save a soul
Because we’re turned him into crystals on a crucifix around our necks
We’ve made him stained glass
And we even lied about his skin color to sell it to the masses
Skin will rot
slide from bone
But between the cracks of your flesh
rekindle the light
for we may be candles in the dark
leading the children
to see beauty in the world
and play like babies in the shadows of the moon
reunited, our souls laughing for the fullness of it all.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
soul poem new version
My soul could beat up your soul
My soul prays at least 10 times a day
It’s got the power of God behind it
My soul wears nikes
High tops
My soul wears Prada
Limited edition
My soul is Jewish. Chosen people. Challa!
I got plastic surgery and now my soul’s tits are huge.
My soul says no to carbs
My soul writes poetry
Fuck you, my souls got a bigger dick.
My soul has its own reality television show
My soul is a more successful spin off
God wrote on my facebook wall today
God poked me.
My soul is bigger than a temple
My souls a Mall.
Right now
You can receive this soul for only six-sixty-six
(MILES SPINS, MEG WALKS AROUND MILES, advertising her)
This soul includes sexual promiscuity, intense vanity, and will stop at nothing to make you some money!
Free shipping and handling
Call now and get a free limited edition Iraqi soldier soul
And even an unwanted Chinese baby soul, one soul’s trash is another soul’s treasure.
You have to buy it! This soul practically sells itself!
(miles grabs the mic, kneels down, and plays god)
Meg: Dear God.
God.
I’m fat.
Look at these muffin tops, God.
Make me skinny.
Or… make my friends fat?
God… God?
It’s not happening fast enough
Miles: You must have patience.
It’s a virtue.
Meg: But God!!!!
Miles: JESUS! I’m watching Flavor of Love.
dgoihjhpr
We’ve globalized it
Capitalized it
And anything alternative is fading unlessIt’s marketable
Boxable
Ready for retail
Eastern philosophy
Check
Meditation
Check
African dance
Check
Tribal Medicine
CHECK
Reality
CHECK
CHECK
REALITY
Because no ones making Gandhis anymore
No one’s bones stick out of the surface to prove we are humans, first
Unless an eye for an eye
Makes the rich get cribs, rims, and turn their bodies into diamonds when they die
No one is making Marleys anymore
Got shot and walked from the grave to sing your heart a song
No one’s going to be a Jesus to bleed to death to save a soul
Because we’re turned him into crystals on a crucifix around our necks
We’ve made him stained glass
And we even lied about his skin color to sell it to the masses
My soul prays at least 10 times a day
It’s got the power of God behind it
My soul wears nikes
High tops
My soul wears Prada
Limited edition
My soul is Jewish. Chosen people. Challa!
I got plastic surgery and now my soul’s tits are huge.
My soul says no to carbs
My soul writes poetry
Fuck you, my souls got a bigger dick.
My soul has its own reality television show
My soul is a more successful spin off
God wrote on my facebook wall today
God poked me.
My soul is bigger than a temple
My souls a Mall.
Right now
You can receive this soul for only six-sixty-six
(MILES SPINS, MEG WALKS AROUND MILES, advertising her)
This soul includes sexual promiscuity, intense vanity, and will stop at nothing to make you some money!
Free shipping and handling
Call now and get a free limited edition Iraqi soldier soul
And even an unwanted Chinese baby soul, one soul’s trash is another soul’s treasure.
You have to buy it! This soul practically sells itself!
(miles grabs the mic, kneels down, and plays god)
Meg: Dear God.
God.
I’m fat.
Look at these muffin tops, God.
Make me skinny.
Or… make my friends fat?
God… God?
It’s not happening fast enough
Miles: You must have patience.
It’s a virtue.
Meg: But God!!!!
Miles: JESUS! I’m watching Flavor of Love.
dgoihjhpr
We’ve globalized it
Capitalized it
And anything alternative is fading unlessIt’s marketable
Boxable
Ready for retail
Eastern philosophy
Check
Meditation
Check
African dance
Check
Tribal Medicine
CHECK
Reality
CHECK
CHECK
REALITY
Because no ones making Gandhis anymore
No one’s bones stick out of the surface to prove we are humans, first
Unless an eye for an eye
Makes the rich get cribs, rims, and turn their bodies into diamonds when they die
No one is making Marleys anymore
Got shot and walked from the grave to sing your heart a song
No one’s going to be a Jesus to bleed to death to save a soul
Because we’re turned him into crystals on a crucifix around our necks
We’ve made him stained glass
And we even lied about his skin color to sell it to the masses
DONT SLEEP YOULL DIE
A: (simultaneous buzzing)
K: Usually it starts with the buzzing
faint at first
a hollow friction organ grinding inside my eardrum
electric like TV static
until it dances its way to a sound only the devil is capable of making
A: Imagine your body being melted
metal bent twisted till your fingers burn glowing
jaw bone broken
nailed to your bedpost crucifix
by something you can only describe as ungodly
something you can’t see or smell but know its hunched over your half sleeping body
as it tries to drag you rag dolled back to hell with it
B: Sleep paralysis
K: A condition where after a period of sleeping, the conscious person is unable to move upon waking up
A: but truth lies in the inferno
K: I don’t blame my mother for not understanding
who wouldn’t try to rationalize the possession of their daughter?
A: Take it easy on the caffeine before bed
and try to lay off the sugar
K: But nothing in this natural world can make it go away
A: A nightlight will keep things from taking shape in your mind
K: The darkness isn’t even what scares me anymore
A: Night terrors are common in children
K: I’d be happier with a night terror
A: It’s nothing [sternly]
K: If nothing is the pressure of evil weighing dense on your chest
till you’ve sunken through your mattress down to hell
as you desperately try to cling on to your bedpost
but your ancient limbs are arthritis ridden
that even if you could move them
would snap
Then yeah, it’s nothing
B: There are things that go bump in the night across state lines
A: Different demon
K: Same intention
A: Kurdish people speak of the Mottaka
an evil spirit that lies on top of its victim in the middle of the night and suffocates it as a result of committing sin
K: In New Guinea this phenomenon is known as "Suk Ninmyo", where sacred trees feed on human essence at nigh to sustain its life, but sometimes people wake unnaturally during the feeding.
A: En Mexico se me subió el muerto
K: In St. Lucia the kokoma will take you
B: These shape-shifting figures have hand picked their victims
and we can do nothing to stop it but sleep
K: It’s all in your head they say
B: Just a post synaptic inhibition of motor neurons in the pons regions in the brain
K: Yet I swear
the sulphur still lingers
A: I’ve been to the ninth circle felt my wings freeze
B: Dante ain’t got shit on me
K: Now tell me,
B: how many bed hiding boogie men does it take to make us believe?
A: to see truth in the eyes of fiery faces
K: a faith in things unseen
A: But can’t say I’m sure what to believe in anymore
too many times I’ve tightrope walked the line between rationalization and madness
as the incubus perches himself a vulture on my chest
and tells me he is everything but the dream I wish for him to be
K: Cause no matter how hard I squeeze The Holy Bible to my chest, with a dream catcher in my palm
It
Doesn’t
Help
all I can do is clutch onto reality with half closed eyelids like a lunar eclipse
as I accept the grey vulnerability I expose when I slumber
B: There are things that haunt us in their translucence
K: Things that cling to our skin like shadows when we sleep
A: And have trouble letting go by morning
but I’ve learned to let the blackness overtake me
K: Strip me of a half waking reality like a heat wave
A: Swallow me whole like Jonas
as I float in the whale belly of night
K: Drown me in a liquid darkness suffocating with death riding on my breast
A: Because the friend of the devil is a friend of mine
B: Take my hand child (hold hands)
trust in the matter of my flesh
for there be nothing to fear but…
(let go of hands)
K: Usually it starts with the buzzing
faint at first
a hollow friction organ grinding inside my eardrum
electric like TV static
until it dances its way to a sound only the devil is capable of making
A: Imagine your body being melted
metal bent twisted till your fingers burn glowing
jaw bone broken
nailed to your bedpost crucifix
by something you can only describe as ungodly
something you can’t see or smell but know its hunched over your half sleeping body
as it tries to drag you rag dolled back to hell with it
B: Sleep paralysis
K: A condition where after a period of sleeping, the conscious person is unable to move upon waking up
A: but truth lies in the inferno
K: I don’t blame my mother for not understanding
who wouldn’t try to rationalize the possession of their daughter?
A: Take it easy on the caffeine before bed
and try to lay off the sugar
K: But nothing in this natural world can make it go away
A: A nightlight will keep things from taking shape in your mind
K: The darkness isn’t even what scares me anymore
A: Night terrors are common in children
K: I’d be happier with a night terror
A: It’s nothing [sternly]
K: If nothing is the pressure of evil weighing dense on your chest
till you’ve sunken through your mattress down to hell
as you desperately try to cling on to your bedpost
but your ancient limbs are arthritis ridden
that even if you could move them
would snap
Then yeah, it’s nothing
B: There are things that go bump in the night across state lines
A: Different demon
K: Same intention
A: Kurdish people speak of the Mottaka
an evil spirit that lies on top of its victim in the middle of the night and suffocates it as a result of committing sin
K: In New Guinea this phenomenon is known as "Suk Ninmyo", where sacred trees feed on human essence at nigh to sustain its life, but sometimes people wake unnaturally during the feeding.
A: En Mexico se me subió el muerto
K: In St. Lucia the kokoma will take you
B: These shape-shifting figures have hand picked their victims
and we can do nothing to stop it but sleep
K: It’s all in your head they say
B: Just a post synaptic inhibition of motor neurons in the pons regions in the brain
K: Yet I swear
the sulphur still lingers
A: I’ve been to the ninth circle felt my wings freeze
B: Dante ain’t got shit on me
K: Now tell me,
B: how many bed hiding boogie men does it take to make us believe?
A: to see truth in the eyes of fiery faces
K: a faith in things unseen
A: But can’t say I’m sure what to believe in anymore
too many times I’ve tightrope walked the line between rationalization and madness
as the incubus perches himself a vulture on my chest
and tells me he is everything but the dream I wish for him to be
K: Cause no matter how hard I squeeze The Holy Bible to my chest, with a dream catcher in my palm
It
Doesn’t
Help
all I can do is clutch onto reality with half closed eyelids like a lunar eclipse
as I accept the grey vulnerability I expose when I slumber
B: There are things that haunt us in their translucence
K: Things that cling to our skin like shadows when we sleep
A: And have trouble letting go by morning
but I’ve learned to let the blackness overtake me
K: Strip me of a half waking reality like a heat wave
A: Swallow me whole like Jonas
as I float in the whale belly of night
K: Drown me in a liquid darkness suffocating with death riding on my breast
A: Because the friend of the devil is a friend of mine
B: Take my hand child (hold hands)
trust in the matter of my flesh
for there be nothing to fear but…
(let go of hands)
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Fasturbation Take 2
Meg: There are two kinds of women in this world
The ones who masturbate
Miles: And liars
Alyssa: Hey guys, have you ever….I mean…not like I have…but have you ever…done that…thing?
[Meg nods yes]
Alyssa: Really?
Meg: My neck massager doubles as a dildo
Freaked me out when I saw my dad using it the next day
Kerri: Dad…that was on my cooter
Miles: My vibrator broke once
My Jack Rabbit 3000
Mid sentence!
Kerri: Did you McGiver the wires?
Alyssa: Use wind power?
Meg: Solar Panels?
Miles: Nah, nah
I took the batteries from Grandma’s respirator
And slid into home plate just in time
Kerri/Meg/Alyssa: SAFE! (+ arm movements)
Meg: Grandma??
Kerri: When I masturbate I think about my boyfriend
[Meg mouths yeah right]
Miles: I think about paint
Paint on my taint
Alyssa: I think about water parks
Like long, hard, blue tubes
Shooting the water out
Kerri/Meg/Miles: pooool jets
Kerri: Splish motherfuckin’ Splash
Miles: I think about Tony Danza
Alyssa: HOLD ME CLOSER TONY DANZA
Kerri: Whos the boss, whos the boss, who’s the boss
Miles: It feels like the apocalypse in my boy shorts
Meg: Capsizing my abdomen
Compromising my skin
Kerri: Bubbling up like burns between my thighs
It feels like
ALL: Oceans
Kerri: Like
ALL: Thunder
Kerri: Like
ALL: Birds fluttering out of my underbelly
Kerri: Like the closest to life and death you can be at the same time
Alyssa: MTV’s undressed did it just fine for me
Kerri: Scrambled porn couldn’t yield my horny curiosity
Meg: Hearing Grandpa’s footsteps up the stairs didn’t stop me
Meg/Alyssa: I knew he had a bum knee
ALL: Osteoporosis can’t stop this
Miles: I’ve got at least 2 more minutes to
Miles/Meg: Pet the possum
Kerri/Alyssa: Poach the salmon
ALL: Crack the clam
Alyssa: Dial the rotary phone
Kerri: Bowl the perfect game
ALL: Take a ride on the L train
Alyssa: Ohh labia
Meg: Playin the clit-tar
ALL: Strummin on the ole banjo
Meg: Hey, raise this hand if you use…this hand
Alyssa: Carpal tunnel got lefty
Miles: Fuck 2 girls 1 cup
ALL: We got 4 girls 40 fingers
Meg: We’ve got vanilla wafer popsicle stick digits
[Miles starts to drop]
Alyssa: Searching the contents of our creamsicle cookie jar
Kerri: We’re just tryin to save the world
ALL: One orgasm at a time
Kerri: So if you find yourself wanting to punch someone
Meg/Miles/Alyssa: Touch yourself
Kerri: Next time you want to cry over spilt milk
Meg/Miles/Alyssa: Soak that whisker biscuit
Kerri: Next time you want to scream
.::Miles fakes orgasm::.
ALL: CREAM!
Meg: Because then, you’re always having sex with someone you love
Alyssa: Remember, next time you receive an invitation to the one woman pants party, RSVP
ALL: I’m coming!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
NEW NEW NEW republic
Meg: Mill me down
Alyssa: Make me fiber
Kerri: Make me flour
Miles:
Welcome citizens of the New Republic
We have come here on the plane of a new horizon
Rising higher in our humanity
We live in victory now.
We have abolished crime.
We have rid ourselves of war.
We have become a powerful, functioning machine,
And now we can live free.
We are free.
In the rise of the New Republic.
Meg: Will they remember
Mill me down
Alyssa: Mine was smiling
It had been years since I remembered to do so
Was a little rusty in my rendering
I crowbar bent my mouth into a pale pink half moon
Remembered what it felt like to be
Before all of this happened
*before them
Meg: We're all just trying to find the sun again
Alyssa: And that’s when they came for me
With their metal faces and hollow eyes
They saw my lips split something deadly
too human
unfamiliar
Kerri: Ripped the shadows out from under us
Alyssa: They force fed me my lips for breakfast the next morning
Make me fiber
Miles:
Some murmurs have come from the disloyal
Meg:
Miles: For the weak will always falter
Meg:
Removed our minds from books and art and the gutter
And place them in padded rooms
A/M/K: Milled us down
Miles:
They have rejected our laws
Defied our fines
If harder enforcement is what will convert the misled
Meg: Will I be enough to feed beginnings to people before the end?
Then we will take the responsibility
To stop the insolence
Through whatever means necessary.
And bring peace to our nation
A/M/K: whatever means necessary (in round, at means)
Kerri:
I was holding him when they came for me
Arms frozen around his shrinking frame
They had to break both shoulder blades to unhinge me from him
Cut my fingers from his face
Make me fiber
Miles: There is no embracing
Kerri:
With needles for fingers
And silk spewing underneath their nails
They scratched me in and out
Until my eyelids were sewn shut
Miles: There are no tears
Meg: There are still a few of us left
(Miles stomps here feet slowly)
Swingset kids pumping to flip
And midnight society songbirds
Writing poems with paper cuts
Underneath your fingernails
We’re hidden
In the place where the rainbow forgot about
Was bleached out of
Miles: There’s no use in running
(Stomps feet)
Meg: Throats slit and still stinging
Make me flour
Miles: Poetry will not save you.
Kerri & Meg:
Make me fiber
Kerri: I dream in the colors they tried to drain from his skin
Alyssa & Meg:
Make me flour
Alyssa:
Make my broken bones stretchers
For canvas we’ll paint one day
Miles: These are the laws of the New Republic
Meg:
When the world reverses
And resurrects the dust
They’ve made of us
They will smell the rebellion
Miles:
This is the life of the New Republic
Meg: We will be the déjà vu
Miles: Welcome to the dawn of the great new
Meg: Asking you
Meg: (WHISPER)
Can you make bread of me?
Alyssa: Make me fiber
Kerri: Make me flour
Miles:
Welcome citizens of the New Republic
We have come here on the plane of a new horizon
Rising higher in our humanity
We live in victory now.
We have abolished crime.
We have rid ourselves of war.
We have become a powerful, functioning machine,
And now we can live free.
We are free.
In the rise of the New Republic.
Meg: Will they remember
Mill me down
Alyssa: Mine was smiling
It had been years since I remembered to do so
Was a little rusty in my rendering
I crowbar bent my mouth into a pale pink half moon
Remembered what it felt like to be
Before all of this happened
*before them
Meg: We're all just trying to find the sun again
Alyssa: And that’s when they came for me
With their metal faces and hollow eyes
They saw my lips split something deadly
too human
unfamiliar
Kerri: Ripped the shadows out from under us
Alyssa: They force fed me my lips for breakfast the next morning
Make me fiber
Miles:
Some murmurs have come from the disloyal
Meg:
Miles: For the weak will always falter
Meg:
Removed our minds from books and art and the gutter
And place them in padded rooms
A/M/K: Milled us down
Miles:
They have rejected our laws
Defied our fines
If harder enforcement is what will convert the misled
Meg: Will I be enough to feed beginnings to people before the end?
Then we will take the responsibility
To stop the insolence
Through whatever means necessary.
And bring peace to our nation
A/M/K: whatever means necessary (in round, at means)
Kerri:
I was holding him when they came for me
Arms frozen around his shrinking frame
They had to break both shoulder blades to unhinge me from him
Cut my fingers from his face
Make me fiber
Miles: There is no embracing
Kerri:
With needles for fingers
And silk spewing underneath their nails
They scratched me in and out
Until my eyelids were sewn shut
Miles: There are no tears
Meg: There are still a few of us left
(Miles stomps here feet slowly)
Swingset kids pumping to flip
And midnight society songbirds
Writing poems with paper cuts
Underneath your fingernails
We’re hidden
In the place where the rainbow forgot about
Was bleached out of
Miles: There’s no use in running
(Stomps feet)
Meg: Throats slit and still stinging
Make me flour
Miles: Poetry will not save you.
Kerri & Meg:
Make me fiber
Kerri: I dream in the colors they tried to drain from his skin
Alyssa & Meg:
Make me flour
Alyssa:
Make my broken bones stretchers
For canvas we’ll paint one day
Miles: These are the laws of the New Republic
Meg:
When the world reverses
And resurrects the dust
They’ve made of us
They will smell the rebellion
Miles:
This is the life of the New Republic
Meg: We will be the déjà vu
Miles: Welcome to the dawn of the great new
Meg: Asking you
Meg: (WHISPER)
Can you make bread of me?
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
FASTURBATION
Meg: There are two kinds of women in this world
The ones who masturbate
Miles: And liars
Alyssa: Hey…guys…have you ever…I mean…not like…I mean...have you ever… I mean, I’m just doing this survey for class…you know, for research…have you ever…done...that…thing?
Meg admits with a silent nod
Alyssa: really?
Meg: My neck massager doubles as a dildo.
Freaked me out when I saw my dad using it the next day
Miles: Dad…that was on my cooter
Alyssa: Pool jets
Kerri: My mom got me an electric toothbrush
My teeth didn’t get much whiter
But…
Alyssa: I got off on a school bus once
Meg: It was a really long ride home
Miles: My vibrator broke once
Mid sentence.
I was pissed
So I McGivered the wires
Took the batteries from grandma’s respirator
And slid into home plate just in time
SAFE.
(ARM MOVEMENTS)
Kerri: When I masturbate I think about my boyfriend
Meg: I think about Angelina Jolie
Alyssa: But before you know, she got all veiny
Miles: Paint
Paint on my taint.
Alyssa: I think about Water Parks
I like tubes
Like… blue shooting water tubes
Kerri: Splish motherfuckin’ Splash
Meg:I think about Tony Danza
Miles: HOLD ME CLOSER TONY DANZA.
Alyssa: WHOSE THE BOSS
Miles: It feels like
The apocalypse in my underpants
Meg/Miles: capsizing my abdomen
Meg Miles: compromising my skin
Kerri/: bubbling up like burns between my thighs
Meg: It feels like
ALL: Oceans
Alyssa: Like
ALL: (thunder)
Kerri: Like
ALL: Birds fluttering out of my underbelly
Kerri: Like the closest to life and death you can be at the same time
Alyssa: MTV’s undressed did it just fine for me
Kerri: Scrambled porn didn’t yield my horny curiosity
Meg: Hearing grandpa’s footsteps up the stairs didn’t stop me
Meg/Miles: I knew he had a bum knee
ALL: Osteoporosis can’t stop this
Miles: I’ve got at least 2 more minutes
TO
ALL: Pet the possum
ALL: Poach the salmon
ALL: Crack the clam
Alyssa: Dial the rotary phone
Kerri: Bowl the perfect game
ALL: Take a ride on the L train
Alyssa: (hehe..labia)
Miles: McGyver the wire
Meg: Playin the clit-tar
ALL: (barbershop quartet style) Strumming on the ole banjo
CLITTERBUG
Do doo do do doo
Clitterbug
You put the boom boom into my bedddd
Meg: Hey, hey raise this hand if you use…this hand
Alyssa: Carpal tunnel got lefty
Miles: Ya know what, I really don’t like masturbating.
It’s my hand.
I’ve seen it a bunch of times
But your hand….
I like sex
But sometimes you can’t get any
Miles: salt, I taste salt…
All: Fuck 2 girls one cup
We got 4 girls 40 fingers
Meg: We’ve got vanilla wafer popsicle stick digits
Alyssa: Searching the contents of our creamsicle cookie jar Klondike bars baskets
Kerri: We’re just tryin’ to save the world
ALL: One orgasm at a time
Kerri: So if you find yourself wanting to punch someone
ALL: Touch yourself
Kerri: Next time you want to cry over spilt milk
ALL: Soak that whisker biscuit
Kerri: Next time you want to scream
::miles fakes orgasm::
ALL Cream
Meg: Because then, you’re always having sex with someone you love
And who could deny that?
Alyssa: Remember, next time you receive an invitation to the pants party, RSVP
ALL: I’m coming
The ones who masturbate
Miles: And liars
Alyssa: Hey…guys…have you ever…I mean…not like…I mean...have you ever… I mean, I’m just doing this survey for class…you know, for research…have you ever…done...that…thing?
Meg admits with a silent nod
Alyssa: really?
Meg: My neck massager doubles as a dildo.
Freaked me out when I saw my dad using it the next day
Miles: Dad…that was on my cooter
Alyssa: Pool jets
Kerri: My mom got me an electric toothbrush
My teeth didn’t get much whiter
But…
Alyssa: I got off on a school bus once
Meg: It was a really long ride home
Miles: My vibrator broke once
Mid sentence.
I was pissed
So I McGivered the wires
Took the batteries from grandma’s respirator
And slid into home plate just in time
SAFE.
(ARM MOVEMENTS)
Kerri: When I masturbate I think about my boyfriend
Meg: I think about Angelina Jolie
Alyssa: But before you know, she got all veiny
Miles: Paint
Paint on my taint.
Alyssa: I think about Water Parks
I like tubes
Like… blue shooting water tubes
Kerri: Splish motherfuckin’ Splash
Meg:I think about Tony Danza
Miles: HOLD ME CLOSER TONY DANZA.
Alyssa: WHOSE THE BOSS
Miles: It feels like
The apocalypse in my underpants
Meg/Miles: capsizing my abdomen
Meg Miles: compromising my skin
Kerri/: bubbling up like burns between my thighs
Meg: It feels like
ALL: Oceans
Alyssa: Like
ALL: (thunder)
Kerri: Like
ALL: Birds fluttering out of my underbelly
Kerri: Like the closest to life and death you can be at the same time
Alyssa: MTV’s undressed did it just fine for me
Kerri: Scrambled porn didn’t yield my horny curiosity
Meg: Hearing grandpa’s footsteps up the stairs didn’t stop me
Meg/Miles: I knew he had a bum knee
ALL: Osteoporosis can’t stop this
Miles: I’ve got at least 2 more minutes
TO
ALL: Pet the possum
ALL: Poach the salmon
ALL: Crack the clam
Alyssa: Dial the rotary phone
Kerri: Bowl the perfect game
ALL: Take a ride on the L train
Alyssa: (hehe..labia)
Miles: McGyver the wire
Meg: Playin the clit-tar
ALL: (barbershop quartet style) Strumming on the ole banjo
CLITTERBUG
Do doo do do doo
Clitterbug
You put the boom boom into my bedddd
Meg: Hey, hey raise this hand if you use…this hand
Alyssa: Carpal tunnel got lefty
Miles: Ya know what, I really don’t like masturbating.
It’s my hand.
I’ve seen it a bunch of times
But your hand….
I like sex
But sometimes you can’t get any
Miles: salt, I taste salt…
All: Fuck 2 girls one cup
We got 4 girls 40 fingers
Meg: We’ve got vanilla wafer popsicle stick digits
Alyssa: Searching the contents of our creamsicle cookie jar Klondike bars baskets
Kerri: We’re just tryin’ to save the world
ALL: One orgasm at a time
Kerri: So if you find yourself wanting to punch someone
ALL: Touch yourself
Kerri: Next time you want to cry over spilt milk
ALL: Soak that whisker biscuit
Kerri: Next time you want to scream
::miles fakes orgasm::
ALL Cream
Meg: Because then, you’re always having sex with someone you love
And who could deny that?
Alyssa: Remember, next time you receive an invitation to the pants party, RSVP
ALL: I’m coming
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
(i hope this doesn't come up on porn searches)
There are two kinds of women in this world
The ones who masturbate
And liars
Hey…guys…have you ever…I mean…not like…I mean...have you ever… I mean, it’s not like I’ve ever done that before…I’m just doing this survey for class…you know, for research…have you ever…done...that…thing?
Meg admits with a silent nod
Alyssa: really?
Meg: My neck massager doubles as a dildo.
Freaked me out when I saw my dad using it the next day
Miles: Dad…that was on my cooter
Alyssa: I got off on a school bus once
Kerri: It was a really long ride home
Miles: My vibrator broke once
Mid sentence.
I was pissed
So I McGivered the wires
Took the batteries from grandma’s respirator
And still slid into home plate
SAFE.
(ARM MOVEMENTS)
When I masturbate I think about my boyfriend
I think about Johnny Depp
Paint
Paint on my taint.
I think about Water Parks
I like tubes
Like… blue shooting water tubes
Splish motherfuckin’ Splash
I think about Tony Danza
HOLD ME CLOSER TONY DANZA.
WHOSE THE BOSS
It feels like
The apocalypse in my underpants
capsizing my abdomen
compromising my skin
bubbling up like burns between my thighs
It feels like
Oceans
Like
(thunder)
On paper this seems really silly but I think it will be great when we perform it. Here are some other ideas, feel free to work them in:
Petting the possum
Poachin’ the salmon
Double clickin’ the mouse
Taking a ride on the L train
(hehe..labia)
McGyver the wire
Men get all the fun
Choakin’ the chicken
Beatin the meat
Squeezin the sausage
What about us?
What about our needs?
Our between the knees needs
I usually end up masturbating after my boyfriend cums, rolls over and goes to sleep,
So I’ve got to finish the job
I like to masturbate after a great game of Twister
I wait until my roommate falls asleep
When I masturbate I think about
When I masturbate I think about Kerri…
{awk pause/glance}
I masturbated with a cucumber once
-EW!
-and then served it in Kerri’s salad
-ahh uhhh ehhh
Fuck 2 girls one cup
All: We got 4 girls 40 fingers
Pool jets
My mom got me an electric toothbrush
My teeth didn’t get much whiter
But…
But sometimes I’m late for things because I’m masturbating
Cause I don’t start anything I can’t finish
“Kerri lets gooooo”
“I’m comingggg”
I don’t like masturbating.
It’s my hand.
I’ve seen it a bunch of times
But your hand….
I like sex
Alyssa: I was about 6 years old
And I was at my babysitters house
And I didn’t realize that different locations had different channels
I turned on what I thought was the Disney Channel
What is going on
Whats happening
To my body
SPICE NETWORK!!
My body was capable of producing this incredible feeling
I did it on the school bus once
I was a little horny child
Brian: I was 6 years old too
Laying on my stomach
And playing annie soundtrack on record player
Miss Hannigan was ugly
But the song sounded so sexy
And I just put my hands there
And I applied pressure
It was great
National geographic
Women of Sudan
My dad comes up the stairs
As im reaching my climax
My dad has a bum knee
So I know I have some time
Never saw something come out
Keep missing my pants as im trying to pull up my pants
I think that’s why I don’t date white girls.
Every summer I went down to North Carolina
And I couldn’t fall asleep at night
7th grade, maybe. Maybe younger.
Wasn’t well versed in that and… I don’t know
Like I said I couldn’t sleep, and it just happened.
What did I just touch to induce that?
And I did it again and again
Scrambled spice network
Taught my younger sister stuff.
Pool jets.
“Wanna know what sex feels like?”
On my giant bear
It feels great
Hanging out on the couch
If a blanket was over me, no one could see me
My mom was in the kitchen
“Ahem… honey.”
And then we had the sex talk.
At 4.
It’s 10 pm.
Do you know where your clit is?
I grew up thinking that no one else did it
Realizing that you aren’t alone in a world of pleasure
Higher level of existence through knowing your body
Orgasm as a spiritual experience
How you work, how you tick
If we all understood ourselves, we’d be able to understand each other
CARPEL TUNNEL
The ones who masturbate
And liars
Hey…guys…have you ever…I mean…not like…I mean...have you ever… I mean, it’s not like I’ve ever done that before…I’m just doing this survey for class…you know, for research…have you ever…done...that…thing?
Meg admits with a silent nod
Alyssa: really?
Meg: My neck massager doubles as a dildo.
Freaked me out when I saw my dad using it the next day
Miles: Dad…that was on my cooter
Alyssa: I got off on a school bus once
Kerri: It was a really long ride home
Miles: My vibrator broke once
Mid sentence.
I was pissed
So I McGivered the wires
Took the batteries from grandma’s respirator
And still slid into home plate
SAFE.
(ARM MOVEMENTS)
When I masturbate I think about my boyfriend
I think about Johnny Depp
Paint
Paint on my taint.
I think about Water Parks
I like tubes
Like… blue shooting water tubes
Splish motherfuckin’ Splash
I think about Tony Danza
HOLD ME CLOSER TONY DANZA.
WHOSE THE BOSS
It feels like
The apocalypse in my underpants
capsizing my abdomen
compromising my skin
bubbling up like burns between my thighs
It feels like
Oceans
Like
(thunder)
On paper this seems really silly but I think it will be great when we perform it. Here are some other ideas, feel free to work them in:
Petting the possum
Poachin’ the salmon
Double clickin’ the mouse
Taking a ride on the L train
(hehe..labia)
McGyver the wire
Men get all the fun
Choakin’ the chicken
Beatin the meat
Squeezin the sausage
What about us?
What about our needs?
Our between the knees needs
I usually end up masturbating after my boyfriend cums, rolls over and goes to sleep,
So I’ve got to finish the job
I like to masturbate after a great game of Twister
I wait until my roommate falls asleep
When I masturbate I think about
When I masturbate I think about Kerri…
{awk pause/glance}
I masturbated with a cucumber once
-EW!
-and then served it in Kerri’s salad
-ahh uhhh ehhh
Fuck 2 girls one cup
All: We got 4 girls 40 fingers
Pool jets
My mom got me an electric toothbrush
My teeth didn’t get much whiter
But…
But sometimes I’m late for things because I’m masturbating
Cause I don’t start anything I can’t finish
“Kerri lets gooooo”
“I’m comingggg”
I don’t like masturbating.
It’s my hand.
I’ve seen it a bunch of times
But your hand….
I like sex
Alyssa: I was about 6 years old
And I was at my babysitters house
And I didn’t realize that different locations had different channels
I turned on what I thought was the Disney Channel
What is going on
Whats happening
To my body
SPICE NETWORK!!
My body was capable of producing this incredible feeling
I did it on the school bus once
I was a little horny child
Brian: I was 6 years old too
Laying on my stomach
And playing annie soundtrack on record player
Miss Hannigan was ugly
But the song sounded so sexy
And I just put my hands there
And I applied pressure
It was great
National geographic
Women of Sudan
My dad comes up the stairs
As im reaching my climax
My dad has a bum knee
So I know I have some time
Never saw something come out
Keep missing my pants as im trying to pull up my pants
I think that’s why I don’t date white girls.
Every summer I went down to North Carolina
And I couldn’t fall asleep at night
7th grade, maybe. Maybe younger.
Wasn’t well versed in that and… I don’t know
Like I said I couldn’t sleep, and it just happened.
What did I just touch to induce that?
And I did it again and again
Scrambled spice network
Taught my younger sister stuff.
Pool jets.
“Wanna know what sex feels like?”
On my giant bear
It feels great
Hanging out on the couch
If a blanket was over me, no one could see me
My mom was in the kitchen
“Ahem… honey.”
And then we had the sex talk.
At 4.
It’s 10 pm.
Do you know where your clit is?
I grew up thinking that no one else did it
Realizing that you aren’t alone in a world of pleasure
Higher level of existence through knowing your body
Orgasm as a spiritual experience
How you work, how you tick
If we all understood ourselves, we’d be able to understand each other
CARPEL TUNNEL
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
so i edited my part,
tell me what you think...
He nominates emotion
Kneeling to comfort my little brother’s face
Eyes woven together like cloth
I press hard on his bleeding wounds
Whisper into his little ear not to cry
He cant cry, he can’t cry
(Don’t cry, don’t cry)
Miles: There are no tears
Kerri: I watch his pupils dilate
As red fear oozes out of his lidless sockets
I was holding him when they came for me
Arms frozen around his shrinking frame
They had to break both shoulder blades to unhinge me from him
Cut my fingers from his face
Make me fiber
Miles: There is no embracing
tell me what you think...
Kerrolita: He fell from the swing set
Crippled down in painHe nominates emotion
Kneeling to comfort my little brother’s face
Eyes woven together like cloth
I press hard on his bleeding wounds
Whisper into his little ear not to cry
He cant cry, he can’t cry
(Don’t cry, don’t cry)
Miles: There are no tears
Kerri: I watch his pupils dilate
As red fear oozes out of his lidless sockets
I was holding him when they came for me
Arms frozen around his shrinking frame
They had to break both shoulder blades to unhinge me from him
Cut my fingers from his face
Make me fiber
Miles: There is no embracing
NEW REPUBLIC....FINISHED?
Meg: Mill me down
Alyssa: Make me fiber
Kerri: Make me flour
Miles:
Welcome citizens of the New Republic
We have come here on the plane of a new horizon
Rising higher in our humanity
We live in victory now.
We have abolished crime.
We have rid ourselves of war.
We have become a powerful, functioning machine,
And now we can live free.
We are free.
In the rise of the New Republic.
Meg: Will they remember
Mill me down
Alyssa: Mine was smiling
It had been years since I remembered to do so
Was a little rusty in my rendering
I crowbar bent my mouth into a pale pink half moon
Remembered what it felt like to be weightless
Before all of this happened
*before them
Meg: We're all just trying to find the sun again
Alyssa: And that’s when they came for me
With their hollow eyes and metal faces
They saw my lips split something deadly
too human
unfamiliar
Kerri: Ripped the shadows out from under us
Alyssa: They force fed me my lips for breakfast the next morning
Make me fiber
Miles:
Some murmurs have come from the disloyal
For the weak will always falter
They have rejected our laws
Defied our fines
If harder enforcement is what will convert the misled
Then we will take the responsibility
To stop the insolence
Through whatever means necessary.
And bring peace to our nation
A/M/K: whatever means necessary (in round, at means)
Kerrolita: He fell from the swingset
Face scrunched in pain,
He screams.
Kneeling down to comfort my little brother’s face
Eyes woven together like cloth
I press hard on his bleeding wounds
Whisper into his little ear not to cry
He cant cry, he can’t cry
(Don’t cry, don’t cry)
Miles: There are no tears
Kerri: I watch my brother’s pupils dilate
Fear-filled, red drops dripping out
Of his lidless sockets
I was holding him when they came for me
Arms frozen around his shrinking frame
They had to break both shoulder blades to unhinge me from him
Cut my fingers from his face
Make me fiber
Miles: There is no embracing
Meg:
This world has turned inside out
To change the organs of our beings
Can blood flow cold?
Can love live in a vacuum?
Will I be enough to feed beginnings to people before the end?
Miles: There are no messy emotions here
Meg: There are still a few of us
Swingset kids pumping to flip
And midnight society songbirds
Writing poems with paper cuts
Underneath your fingernails
We’re hidden
In the place where the rainbow forgot about
Was bleached out of
Throats slit and still stinging
Make me flour
Miles: There is no poetry.
Meg:
Removed our minds from books and art and emotions and the gutter
And place them in padded rooms
Milled us down
Kerri & Meg:
Make me fiber
Kerri: I dream in the colors they tried to drain from his skin
Alyssa & Meg:
Make me flour
Alyssa:
Make my broken bones stretchers
For canvas we’ll paint one day
Miles: These are the laws of the New Republic
This is the life of the New Republic
Welcome to the dawn of the great new
Meg: (WHISPER)
Can you make bread of me?
Alyssa: Make me fiber
Kerri: Make me flour
Miles:
Welcome citizens of the New Republic
We have come here on the plane of a new horizon
Rising higher in our humanity
We live in victory now.
We have abolished crime.
We have rid ourselves of war.
We have become a powerful, functioning machine,
And now we can live free.
We are free.
In the rise of the New Republic.
Meg: Will they remember
Mill me down
Alyssa: Mine was smiling
It had been years since I remembered to do so
Was a little rusty in my rendering
I crowbar bent my mouth into a pale pink half moon
Remembered what it felt like to be weightless
Before all of this happened
*before them
Meg: We're all just trying to find the sun again
Alyssa: And that’s when they came for me
With their hollow eyes and metal faces
They saw my lips split something deadly
too human
unfamiliar
Kerri: Ripped the shadows out from under us
Alyssa: They force fed me my lips for breakfast the next morning
Make me fiber
Miles:
Some murmurs have come from the disloyal
For the weak will always falter
They have rejected our laws
Defied our fines
If harder enforcement is what will convert the misled
Then we will take the responsibility
To stop the insolence
Through whatever means necessary.
And bring peace to our nation
A/M/K: whatever means necessary (in round, at means)
Kerrolita: He fell from the swingset
Face scrunched in pain,
He screams.
Kneeling down to comfort my little brother’s face
Eyes woven together like cloth
I press hard on his bleeding wounds
Whisper into his little ear not to cry
He cant cry, he can’t cry
(Don’t cry, don’t cry)
Miles: There are no tears
Kerri: I watch my brother’s pupils dilate
Fear-filled, red drops dripping out
Of his lidless sockets
I was holding him when they came for me
Arms frozen around his shrinking frame
They had to break both shoulder blades to unhinge me from him
Cut my fingers from his face
Make me fiber
Miles: There is no embracing
Meg:
This world has turned inside out
To change the organs of our beings
Can blood flow cold?
Can love live in a vacuum?
Will I be enough to feed beginnings to people before the end?
Miles: There are no messy emotions here
Meg: There are still a few of us
Swingset kids pumping to flip
And midnight society songbirds
Writing poems with paper cuts
Underneath your fingernails
We’re hidden
In the place where the rainbow forgot about
Was bleached out of
Throats slit and still stinging
Make me flour
Miles: There is no poetry.
Meg:
Removed our minds from books and art and emotions and the gutter
And place them in padded rooms
Milled us down
Kerri & Meg:
Make me fiber
Kerri: I dream in the colors they tried to drain from his skin
Alyssa & Meg:
Make me flour
Alyssa:
Make my broken bones stretchers
For canvas we’ll paint one day
Miles: These are the laws of the New Republic
This is the life of the New Republic
Welcome to the dawn of the great new
Meg: (WHISPER)
Can you make bread of me?
Monday, February 18, 2008
meg and mine team piece
After the check part:
And when we've swallowed everyone else's culture
will you have created a new soul
or just drowned the one you were given?
We are waiting
on the brink of change
turning over our earth
yet leaders will not save our hearts
only the connection of our essence
touching for reverence in the dim lights
of our future will kiss the face
of something greater than me
and make the world turn over in alms
peace and blessings to all
And when we've swallowed everyone else's culture
will you have created a new soul
or just drowned the one you were given?
We are waiting
on the brink of change
turning over our earth
yet leaders will not save our hearts
only the connection of our essence
touching for reverence in the dim lights
of our future will kiss the face
of something greater than me
and make the world turn over in alms
peace and blessings to all
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
REW NEPUBLIC
Miles:
Welcome citizens of the New Republic
We have come here on the plane of a new horizon
Rising higher in our humanity
We live in victory now.
We have abolished crime.
We have rid ourselves of war.
We have become a powerful, functioning machine,
And now we can live free.
We are free.
In the rise of the New Republic.
Kerri:
I remember
Her hands felt soft
Holding mine through parks before the shadows came
Palms pressed together until they ticketed our affection
But this wasn’t the first time
My closet told a story of the price tag
Every kiss paid for in full
Meg: Will they remember
When touches felt like new days
(Alyssa: A love forbidden)
Sunsets on your skin
Mill me down
Miles:
Some murmurs have come from the disloyal
For the weak will always falter
Because they can not accept some slight discomfort
They have rejected our laws
Defied our fines
If harder enforcement is what will convert the misled
Then we will take the responsibility
To stop the insolence
Through whatever means necessary
And bring peace to our nation.
Both: Through whatever means necessary.
Alyssa: Mine was smiling
It had been years since I remembered to do so
Was a little rusty in my rendering
I crowbar bent my mouth into a pale pink half moon
Remembered what it felt like to be weightless
Before all of this happened
*before them
(meg: we're all just trying to find the sun again)
And that’s when they came for me
With their hollow eyes and metal faces
They saw my lips split something deadly
too human
unfamiliar
they ripped my shadow out from under me
force fed me my lips for breakfast the next morning
and it tasted like the pages of books my mother used to read me
Kerrolita: He fell from the swingset
But mamas not watchin’ him
Her freckled nose in a charcoal book
Face scrunched in pain,
He screams.
Kneeling down to comfort my little brother’s face
Eyes woven together like cloth
I press hard on his bleeding wounds
Whisper into his little ear not to cry
He can’t cry, he can’t cry
Miles: There are no tears
Kerri: I watch my brother’s pupils dilate
Fear-filled, red drops dripping out
Of his lidless balls
My mother stood lifeless
Wrapped her arms around herself
Cos it was the closest thing to a hug she could find
Miles: There is no embracing
Alyssa:
I was holding her when they came for me
Arms frozen around her shrinking frame
They had to break both shoulder blades to unhinge me from her
Cut my fingers from her face
I was stained beet red and screaming,
Plucked from the earth before ripening long enough
I opened my eyes to darkness
Collapsed in a ball of broken bones
I could feel the rest of them around me
Quiet, broken just the same
Meg:
Make me fiber
This world has turned inside out
To change the organs of our beings
Can blood flow cold?
Can love live in a vacuum?
Will I be enough to feed beginnings to people before the end?
Miles: There is no laughter
Meg: There are still a few of us
Swingset kids pumping to flip
And midnight society songbirds
Writing poems with paper cuts
Underneath your fingernails
We’re hidden
In the place where the rainbow forgot about
Was bleached out of
Throats slit and still stinging
Miles: There is no poetry.
Meg:
Removed our minds from books and art and emotions and the gutter
And place them in padded rooms
Milled us down
Kerri & Meg:
Make me fiber
Kerri:
All I did was catch his tear with my hand
Alyssa & Meg:
Make me flour
Alyssa:
Make my broken bones stretchers
For canvas we’ll paint one day
Miles: These are the laws of the New Republic
This is the life of the New Republic
Welcome to the dawn of the great new
Meg: (WHISPER)
Can you make bread of me?
Welcome citizens of the New Republic
We have come here on the plane of a new horizon
Rising higher in our humanity
We live in victory now.
We have abolished crime.
We have rid ourselves of war.
We have become a powerful, functioning machine,
And now we can live free.
We are free.
In the rise of the New Republic.
Kerri:
I remember
Her hands felt soft
Holding mine through parks before the shadows came
Palms pressed together until they ticketed our affection
But this wasn’t the first time
My closet told a story of the price tag
Every kiss paid for in full
Meg: Will they remember
When touches felt like new days
(Alyssa: A love forbidden)
Sunsets on your skin
Mill me down
Miles:
Some murmurs have come from the disloyal
For the weak will always falter
Because they can not accept some slight discomfort
They have rejected our laws
Defied our fines
If harder enforcement is what will convert the misled
Then we will take the responsibility
To stop the insolence
Through whatever means necessary
And bring peace to our nation.
Both: Through whatever means necessary.
Alyssa: Mine was smiling
It had been years since I remembered to do so
Was a little rusty in my rendering
I crowbar bent my mouth into a pale pink half moon
Remembered what it felt like to be weightless
Before all of this happened
*before them
(meg: we're all just trying to find the sun again)
And that’s when they came for me
With their hollow eyes and metal faces
They saw my lips split something deadly
too human
unfamiliar
they ripped my shadow out from under me
force fed me my lips for breakfast the next morning
and it tasted like the pages of books my mother used to read me
Kerrolita: He fell from the swingset
But mamas not watchin’ him
Her freckled nose in a charcoal book
Face scrunched in pain,
He screams.
Kneeling down to comfort my little brother’s face
Eyes woven together like cloth
I press hard on his bleeding wounds
Whisper into his little ear not to cry
He can’t cry, he can’t cry
Miles: There are no tears
Kerri: I watch my brother’s pupils dilate
Fear-filled, red drops dripping out
Of his lidless balls
My mother stood lifeless
Wrapped her arms around herself
Cos it was the closest thing to a hug she could find
Miles: There is no embracing
Alyssa:
I was holding her when they came for me
Arms frozen around her shrinking frame
They had to break both shoulder blades to unhinge me from her
Cut my fingers from her face
I was stained beet red and screaming,
Plucked from the earth before ripening long enough
I opened my eyes to darkness
Collapsed in a ball of broken bones
I could feel the rest of them around me
Quiet, broken just the same
Meg:
Make me fiber
This world has turned inside out
To change the organs of our beings
Can blood flow cold?
Can love live in a vacuum?
Will I be enough to feed beginnings to people before the end?
Miles: There is no laughter
Meg: There are still a few of us
Swingset kids pumping to flip
And midnight society songbirds
Writing poems with paper cuts
Underneath your fingernails
We’re hidden
In the place where the rainbow forgot about
Was bleached out of
Throats slit and still stinging
Miles: There is no poetry.
Meg:
Removed our minds from books and art and emotions and the gutter
And place them in padded rooms
Milled us down
Kerri & Meg:
Make me fiber
Kerri:
All I did was catch his tear with my hand
Alyssa & Meg:
Make me flour
Alyssa:
Make my broken bones stretchers
For canvas we’ll paint one day
Miles: These are the laws of the New Republic
This is the life of the New Republic
Welcome to the dawn of the great new
Meg: (WHISPER)
Can you make bread of me?
Final Sleep Paralysis
A: (simultaneous buzzing)
K: Usually it starts with the buzzing
faint at first
a hollow friction organ grinding inside my eardrum
electric like TV static
until it dances its way to a sound only the devil is capable of making
A: Imagine your body being melted
metal bent twisted till your fingers burn glowing
you try to scream but your jaw bones been broken
and you’d run but your arms are nailed to your bedpost crucifix
by something you can only describe as ungodly
something you can’t see or smell but know its hunched over your half sleeping body
as it tries to drag you rag dolled back to hell with it
B: Sleep paralysis- a condition where after a period of sleeping, the conscious person is unable to move upon waking up
A: But it’s so much more than that
K: I don’t blame my mother for not understanding
who wouldn’t try to rationalize the possession of their daughter?
A: Take it easy on the caffeine before bed
and try to lay off the sugar
K: But nothing in this natural world can make it go away
A: A nightlight will keep things from taking shape in your mind
K: The darkness isn’t even what scares me anymore
A: Night terrors are common in children
K: I’d be happier with a night terror
A: It’s nothing [sternly]
K: If nothing is the pressure of evil weighing dense on your chest
till you’ve sunken through your mattress down to hell
as you desperately try to cling on to your bedpost
but your ancient limbs are arthritis ridden
like porcelain joints
that even if you could move them
would snap
Then yeah, it’s nothing
B: There are things that go bump in the night across state lines
A: Different demon
K: Same intention
A: Kurdish people speak of the Mottaka
an evil spirit that lies on top of its victim in the middle of the night and suffocates it as a result of committing sin
K: In New Guinea, people refer to this phenomenon as "Suk Ninmyo", believed to originate from sacred trees that use human essence to sustain its life. The trees are said to feed on human essence during night as to not disturb the human's daily life, but sometimes people wake unnaturally during the feeding, resulting in the paralysis.
A: En
K: In St. Lucia the kokoma will take you
B: These shape-shifting figures have hand picked their victims
and we can do nothing to stop it but sleep
K: It’s all in your head they say
B: Just a post synaptic inhibition of motor neurons in the pons regions in the brain
K: Yet I swear
the sulphur still lingers
A: I’ve been to the ninth circle and felt my wings freeze
K: Dante ain’t got shit on me
A: I can’t say I’m sure what to believe in anymore
too many times I’ve tightrope walked the line between rationalization and madness
and wake to find myself straight jacketed in silent repose
undulating in pools of my own insanity
as the incubus perches himself a vulture on my chest
and tells me he is everything but the dream I wish for him to be
K: Not everything reduces itself to prime numbers
can’t condense my quench for an explanation
Cause no matter how hard I squeeze The Holy Bible to my chest, with a dream catcher in my palm
It
Doesn’t
Help
all I can do is clutch onto reality with half closed eyelids like a lunar eclipse
as I accept the grey vulnerability I expose when I slumber
B: There are things that haunt us in their translucence
K: Things that cling to our skin like shadows when we sleep
A: And have trouble letting go by morning
but I’ve learned to let the blackness overtake me
K: Strip me of a half waking reality like a heat wave
A: Swallow me whole like Jonas
as I float in the whale belly of night
K: Drown me in a liquid darkness suffocating with death riding on my breast
A: Because the friend of the devil is a friend of mine
B: Take my hand child (hold hands)
trust in the matter of my flesh
for there be nothing to fear but…
(let go of hands)
sleep paralysis WIP 2
A: (simultaneous buzzing)
K: Usually it starts with the buzzing
faint at first
a hollow friction organ grinding inside my eardrum
electric like TV static
until it dances its way to a sound only the devil is capable of making
A: imagine your body being melted
metal bent twisted till your fingers burn glowing
you try to scream but your jaw bones been broken
and you’d run but your arms are nailed to your bedpost crucifix
by something you can only describe as ungodly something you can’t see or smell
but know its hunched over your half sleeping body
as it tries to drag you rag dolled back to hell with it
B: sleep paralysis- a condition where after a period of sleeping, the conscious person is unable to move upon waking up.
A: but there's more to it than that
K: I don’t blame my mother for not understanding
who wouldn’t try to rationalize the possession of their daughter?
A: Take it easy on the caffeine before bed and try to lay off the sugar
K: but nothing in this natural world can make it go away
A: A nightlight will keep things from taking shape in your mind
K: The darkness isn’t even what scares me anymore
A: Night terrors are common in children
K: I’d be happier with a night terror
A: It's nothing [sternly
K: If nothing is the pressure of evil weighing down on your chest
till you’ve sunken through your mattress down to hell
as you desperately try to cling on to your bedpost
but your ancient limbs are arthritis ridden
like porcelain joints
that even if you could move them
would snap
Then yeah, it’s nothing
A: there are things that go bump in the night across state lines
K: different demon, same intention
A: Kurdish people speak of the Mottaka
an evil spirit that lies on top of its victim in the middle of the night and suffocates it as a result of committing sin
K: In New Guinea, people refer to this phenomenon as "Suk Ninmyo", believed to originate from sacred trees that use human essence to sustain its life. The trees are said to feed on human essence during night as to not disturb the human's daily life, but sometimes people wake unnaturally during the feeding, resulting in the paralysis.
A: en mexico se me subió el muerto
K: in st lucia the kokoma will take you
B: these shape-shifting figures have hand picked their victims and we can do nothing to stop it but sleep
A: I've been to the ninth circle
and felt my wings freeze
K:Dante ain't got shit on me
K: Its all in your head they say
B: just a post synaptic inhibition of motor neurons in the pons regions in the brain
K: yet I swear the sulphur still lingers
A: I can’t say I’m sure what to believe in anymore
too many times I’ve tightrope walked the line between rationalization and madness
and wake to find myself straight jacketed in silent repose undulating in pools of my own insanity
as the incubus perches himself a vulture on my chest
and tells me he is everything but the dream I wish for him to be
K: Not everything can reduce itself to numbers
Can’t condense my quench for an explanation
Just clutch onto reality with half closed eyelids like a lunar eclipse
As I accept the grey vulnerability I expose as I slumber
B: there are things that haunt us in their translucence
K: things that cling to our skin like shadows when we sleep
A: and have trouble letting go by morning
A but I’ve learned to let the blackness overtake me
K: strip me of a half waking reality like a heat wave
A: swallow me whole like Jonas as I float in the whale belly of night
K: drown me in a liquid darkness suffocating with death riding on my breast
A: because the friend of the devil is a friend of mine
B: take my hand child
trust in the matter of my flesh
for there be nothing to fear but
K: Usually it starts with the buzzing
faint at first
a hollow friction organ grinding inside my eardrum
electric like TV static
until it dances its way to a sound only the devil is capable of making
A: imagine your body being melted
metal bent twisted till your fingers burn glowing
you try to scream but your jaw bones been broken
and you’d run but your arms are nailed to your bedpost crucifix
by something you can only describe as ungodly something you can’t see or smell
but know its hunched over your half sleeping body
as it tries to drag you rag dolled back to hell with it
B: sleep paralysis- a condition where after a period of sleeping, the conscious person is unable to move upon waking up.
A: but there's more to it than that
K: I don’t blame my mother for not understanding
who wouldn’t try to rationalize the possession of their daughter?
A: Take it easy on the caffeine before bed and try to lay off the sugar
K: but nothing in this natural world can make it go away
A: A nightlight will keep things from taking shape in your mind
K: The darkness isn’t even what scares me anymore
A: Night terrors are common in children
K: I’d be happier with a night terror
A: It's nothing [sternly
K: If nothing is the pressure of evil weighing down on your chest
till you’ve sunken through your mattress down to hell
as you desperately try to cling on to your bedpost
but your ancient limbs are arthritis ridden
like porcelain joints
that even if you could move them
would snap
Then yeah, it’s nothing
A: there are things that go bump in the night across state lines
K: different demon, same intention
A: Kurdish people speak of the Mottaka
an evil spirit that lies on top of its victim in the middle of the night and suffocates it as a result of committing sin
K: In New Guinea, people refer to this phenomenon as "Suk Ninmyo", believed to originate from sacred trees that use human essence to sustain its life. The trees are said to feed on human essence during night as to not disturb the human's daily life, but sometimes people wake unnaturally during the feeding, resulting in the paralysis.
A: en mexico se me subió el muerto
K: in st lucia the kokoma will take you
B: these shape-shifting figures have hand picked their victims and we can do nothing to stop it but sleep
A: I've been to the ninth circle
and felt my wings freeze
K:Dante ain't got shit on me
K: Its all in your head they say
B: just a post synaptic inhibition of motor neurons in the pons regions in the brain
K: yet I swear the sulphur still lingers
A: I can’t say I’m sure what to believe in anymore
too many times I’ve tightrope walked the line between rationalization and madness
and wake to find myself straight jacketed in silent repose undulating in pools of my own insanity
as the incubus perches himself a vulture on my chest
and tells me he is everything but the dream I wish for him to be
K: Not everything can reduce itself to numbers
Can’t condense my quench for an explanation
Just clutch onto reality with half closed eyelids like a lunar eclipse
As I accept the grey vulnerability I expose as I slumber
B: there are things that haunt us in their translucence
K: things that cling to our skin like shadows when we sleep
A: and have trouble letting go by morning
A but I’ve learned to let the blackness overtake me
K: strip me of a half waking reality like a heat wave
A: swallow me whole like Jonas as I float in the whale belly of night
K: drown me in a liquid darkness suffocating with death riding on my breast
A: because the friend of the devil is a friend of mine
B: take my hand child
trust in the matter of my flesh
for there be nothing to fear but
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Meg & Miles Team Peace thus far:
F:John Wise Said:
“Our bodies are composed of matter,
Frail, brittle, and liable to be destroyed by a thousand accidents.”
B: But what about our souls?
Incest has clawed away the innocence from night
And when a man rapes a woman before slitting her throat
He’s attempting to pull her soul out through her insides
Genocide is not about the body count
But the crumbling of a person’s spirit.
When a wife loses her husband
she’s a widow
When a child loses a parent
he’s an orphan
When a parent loses a child there’s no words
Just spirit broken
We’ve forgotten to press our ear to the ground
World’s been waiting
And she’s tired
I’ve seen in her eyes
Like moon can’t make her blue
And the sun can’t make her cry
Earth keeps digesting these bombs
Explosive Diarrhea
And I keep feeding it Tums
But nothing seems to settle her stomach.
She is burning with fever
Men with oil-laden pockets force feed their toxins
Til her core quakes
Like an old woman whose grandchildren never visit
She watches the dawn crack to gray
Everyday
Joints ache from the solitude
Like her lips were partly parched
And we wait for dust to save our soul
Made us once
Can it birth us again?
Flesh death doesn’t concern me
Because we were born to die
Mortal skin is just a shell for what’s inside waiting to fly
In a second we could be particles
People dust
But what about our souls?
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a homeless person?
Of course not.
Because no ones making Gandhis anymore
No one’s bones stick out of the surface to prove we are humans, first
Unless an eye for an eye
Makes the rich get cribs, rims, and turn their bodies into diamonds when they die.
Remember when people could fly?
Of course not.
No one is making Marleys anymore
Got shot and walked from the grave to sing your heart a song
No one’s going to be a Jesus to bleed to death to save a soul
Because we’re turned him into crystals on a crucifix around our necks
We’ve made him stained glass
And we even lied about his skin color to sell it to the masses
We’ve globalized it
Capitalized it
And anything alternative is fading unless
It’s marketable
Boxable
Ready for retail
Eastern philosophy
Check
Meditation
Check
African dance
Check
Tribal Medicine
CHECK
You can’t put culture on your resume
1992: I sold all my worldly possessions to help the poor
1994:
..........
(WE NEED AN ENDING!!!!!!)
“Our bodies are composed of matter,
Frail, brittle, and liable to be destroyed by a thousand accidents.”
B: But what about our souls?
Incest has clawed away the innocence from night
And when a man rapes a woman before slitting her throat
He’s attempting to pull her soul out through her insides
Genocide is not about the body count
But the crumbling of a person’s spirit.
When a wife loses her husband
she’s a widow
When a child loses a parent
he’s an orphan
When a parent loses a child there’s no words
Just spirit broken
We’ve forgotten to press our ear to the ground
World’s been waiting
And she’s tired
I’ve seen in her eyes
Like moon can’t make her blue
And the sun can’t make her cry
Earth keeps digesting these bombs
Explosive Diarrhea
And I keep feeding it Tums
But nothing seems to settle her stomach.
She is burning with fever
Men with oil-laden pockets force feed their toxins
Til her core quakes
Like an old woman whose grandchildren never visit
She watches the dawn crack to gray
Everyday
Joints ache from the solitude
Like her lips were partly parched
And we wait for dust to save our soul
Made us once
Can it birth us again?
Flesh death doesn’t concern me
Because we were born to die
Mortal skin is just a shell for what’s inside waiting to fly
In a second we could be particles
People dust
But what about our souls?
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a homeless person?
Of course not.
Because no ones making Gandhis anymore
No one’s bones stick out of the surface to prove we are humans, first
Unless an eye for an eye
Makes the rich get cribs, rims, and turn their bodies into diamonds when they die.
Remember when people could fly?
Of course not.
No one is making Marleys anymore
Got shot and walked from the grave to sing your heart a song
No one’s going to be a Jesus to bleed to death to save a soul
Because we’re turned him into crystals on a crucifix around our necks
We’ve made him stained glass
And we even lied about his skin color to sell it to the masses
We’ve globalized it
Capitalized it
And anything alternative is fading unless
It’s marketable
Boxable
Ready for retail
Eastern philosophy
Check
Meditation
Check
African dance
Check
Tribal Medicine
CHECK
You can’t put culture on your resume
1992: I sold all my worldly possessions to help the poor
1994:
..........
(WE NEED AN ENDING!!!!!!)
Monday, February 11, 2008
NEW REPUBLIC
Miles:
Welcome citizens of the New Republic
We have come here on the plane of a new horizon
Rising higher in our humanity
“Be Strong” is the words we chant.
We live in victory now.
We have abolished crime.
We have rid ourselves of war.
We have become a powerful, functioning machine,
And now we can live free.
We are free.
In the rise of the New Republic.
Kerri:
I remember
My bags packed and waiting for me at the foot of the stairs
With my parents
We kept our hugs inside
Passed the threshold of the door
Only allowed to wave
As I left home
Alyssa:
I remember
Her hands felt soft
In mine through parks before the shadows came
Hands pressed together until they ticketed our affection
But this wasn’t the first time
My closet told a story of the price tag
Every kiss was paid for in full
We blanketed our hearts with
Miles:
Some murmurs have come from the disloyal
But we must shut our ears
For the weak will always falter
They will drop the world of peace we have created
Because they can not accept some slight discomfort
They have rejected our laws
Defied our fines
If harder enforcement is what will convert the misled
Then we will take the responsibility
As your proud,
New republic.
To stop the insolence
Through whatever means necessary
And bring peace to our nation.
Through whatever means necessary.
Alyssa:
I was holding her when they came for me
Arms frozen around her shrinking frame
They had to break both shoulder blades to unhinge me from her
Cut my fingers from her face
I was stained beet red and screaming,
Plucked from the earth before ripening long enough
I opened my eyes to darkness
Collapsed in a ball of broken bones
I could feel the rest of them around me
Quiet, broken just the same
Meg:
Will they remember
When touches felt like new days
Sunsets on your skin
Mill me down
This world has turned inside out
To change the organs of our beings
Can blood flow cold?
Can love live in a vacuum?
Will I be enough to feed beginnings to people before the end?
Kerrolita: He fell from the swingset
Crippled down on concrete pavement
Grasping tiny hands to a glass face
He nominates emotion.
Head bowed in shame
But mamas not watchin’ him
Freckled nose in a charcoal book
She connects with her characters
Scrunched face in pain,
He screams.
Kneeling down to comfort my little brother’s face
Eyes woven together like cloth
I press hard on his bleeding wounds
Whisper into his little ear not to cry
He can’t cry, he can’t cry
Miles: There are no tears
Kerri: Paying no mind to my insight
I’m shoved back
Held down
There is nothing but sand in my eye
Pocket knife to eye socket
I watch my brother’s pupils dilate
Fear-filled, red drops dripping out
Of his lidless balls
My mother stood lifeless
Wrapped her arms around herself
Cos it was the closest thing to a hug
Miles: There is no embracing
Kerri: She could feel outside of her books anymore
Welcome citizens of the New Republic
We have come here on the plane of a new horizon
Rising higher in our humanity
“Be Strong” is the words we chant.
We live in victory now.
We have abolished crime.
We have rid ourselves of war.
We have become a powerful, functioning machine,
And now we can live free.
We are free.
In the rise of the New Republic.
Kerri:
I remember
My bags packed and waiting for me at the foot of the stairs
With my parents
We kept our hugs inside
Passed the threshold of the door
Only allowed to wave
As I left home
Alyssa:
I remember
Her hands felt soft
In mine through parks before the shadows came
Hands pressed together until they ticketed our affection
But this wasn’t the first time
My closet told a story of the price tag
Every kiss was paid for in full
We blanketed our hearts with
Miles:
Some murmurs have come from the disloyal
But we must shut our ears
For the weak will always falter
They will drop the world of peace we have created
Because they can not accept some slight discomfort
They have rejected our laws
Defied our fines
If harder enforcement is what will convert the misled
Then we will take the responsibility
As your proud,
New republic.
To stop the insolence
Through whatever means necessary
And bring peace to our nation.
Through whatever means necessary.
Alyssa:
I was holding her when they came for me
Arms frozen around her shrinking frame
They had to break both shoulder blades to unhinge me from her
Cut my fingers from her face
I was stained beet red and screaming,
Plucked from the earth before ripening long enough
I opened my eyes to darkness
Collapsed in a ball of broken bones
I could feel the rest of them around me
Quiet, broken just the same
Meg:
Will they remember
When touches felt like new days
Sunsets on your skin
Mill me down
This world has turned inside out
To change the organs of our beings
Can blood flow cold?
Can love live in a vacuum?
Will I be enough to feed beginnings to people before the end?
Kerrolita: He fell from the swingset
Crippled down on concrete pavement
Grasping tiny hands to a glass face
He nominates emotion.
Head bowed in shame
But mamas not watchin’ him
Freckled nose in a charcoal book
She connects with her characters
Scrunched face in pain,
He screams.
Kneeling down to comfort my little brother’s face
Eyes woven together like cloth
I press hard on his bleeding wounds
Whisper into his little ear not to cry
He can’t cry, he can’t cry
Miles: There are no tears
Kerri: Paying no mind to my insight
I’m shoved back
Held down
There is nothing but sand in my eye
Pocket knife to eye socket
I watch my brother’s pupils dilate
Fear-filled, red drops dripping out
Of his lidless balls
My mother stood lifeless
Wrapped her arms around herself
Cos it was the closest thing to a hug
Miles: There is no embracing
Kerri: She could feel outside of her books anymore
Sunday, February 10, 2008
sleep paralysis w.i.p pt.2
A: (simultaneous buzzing)
K: Usually it starts with the buzzing
faint at first
a hollow friction organ grinding inside my eardrum
electric like TV static
until it dances its way to a sound only the devil is capable of making
A: imagine your body being melted
metal bent twisted till your fingers burn glowing
you try to scream but your jaw bones been broken
and you’d run but your arms are nailed to your bedpost crucifix
by something you can only describe as ungodly
something you can’t see or smell but know its hunched over your half sleeping body
as it tries to drag you rag dolled back to hell with it
B: sleep paralysis- a condition where after a period of sleeping, upon waking up, the conscious person is unable to move their body though they are awake.
K: I don’t blame my mother for not understanding
But no matter how hard I clutched The Holy Bible to my chest, with a dream catcher in my palm, it wasn’t helping
who wouldn’t try to rationalize the possession of their daughter?
A: Take it easy on the caffeine before bed
and try to lay off the sugar
K: but nothing in this natural world can make it go away
A: A nightlight will keep things from taking shape in your mind
K: The darkness isn’t even what scares me anymore
A: Night terrors are common in children
K: I’d be happier with a night terror
A: I’m sure its nothing [sternly]
K: If nothing is the pressure of evil weighing down on your chest
till you’ve sunken through your mattress down to hell
as you desperately try to cling on to your bedpost
but your ancient limbs are arthritis ridden
like porcelain joints
that even if you could move them
would snap
Then yeah, it’s nothing
A: there are things that go bump in the night across state lines
K: different demon, same intention
A: Kurdish people speak of the Mottaka
an evil spirit that lies on top of its victim in the middle of the night and suffocates it as a result of committing sin
K: In New Guinea, people refer to this phenomenon as "Suk Ninmyo", believed to originate from sacred trees that use human essence to sustain its life. The trees are said to feed on human essence during night as to not disturb the human's daily life, but sometimes people wake unnaturally during the feeding, resulting in the paralysis.
A: en mexico se me subió el muerto
K: in st lucia the kokoma will take you
B: these shape-shifting figures have hand picked their victims
and we can do nothing to stop it but sleep
K: Its all in your head they say
B: just a post synaptic inhibition of motor neurons in the pons regions in the brain
A: low levels of melatonin stopping the depolarization current in the nerves
preventing the stimulation of muscles to keep the body from enacting dream activity
K: yet I swear the sulphur still lingers
A: I can’t say I’m sure what to believe in anymore
too many times I’ve tightrope walked the line between rationalization and madness
and wake to find myself straight jacketed in silent repose
undulating in pools of my own insanity
as the incubus clings to my eyelids
and tells me he is everything but the dream I wish for him to be
K: Not everything can fit into a scientific clay mold
Can’t condense my quench for an explanation
Just clutch onto reality with half closed eyelids like a lunar eclipse
As I accept the grey vulnerability I expose as I sleep
B: there are things that haunt us in their translucence
K: things that cling to our skin like shadows when we sleep
A: and have trouble letting go by morning
A but I’ve learned to let the blackness overtake me
K: strip me of a half waking reality like a heat wave
A: swallow me whole like Jonas
as I float in the whale belly of night
K: drown me in a liquid darkness suffocating with death riding on my breast
A: because the friend of the devil is a friend of mine
B: take my hand child
trust in the matter of my flesh
for there be nothing to fear but
Friday, February 8, 2008
sleep paralysis w.i.p
A: (simultaneous buzzing)
K: Usually it starts with the buzzing
faint at first
a hollow friction organ grinding inside my eardrum
electric like tv static
until it dances its way to a sound only the devil is capable of making
A: imagine your body being melted
metal bent twisted till your fingers burn glowing
you try to scream but your jaw bones been broken
and you’d run but your arms are nailed to your bedpost crucifix
by something you can only describe as ungodly
something you can’t see or smell but know its hunched over your half sleeping body
as it tries to drag you rag dolled back to hell with it
B: simple sleep paralysis definition
K: I don’t blame her for not understanding
who wouldn’t try to rationalize the possession of their daughter?
A: Take it easy on the caffeine before bed
and try to lay off the sugar
K: the sleep thing happened again last night
A: A nightlight will keep things from taking shape in your mind
K: The darkness isn’t even what scares me anymore
A: Night terrors are common in children
K: The bible under my pillow isn’t working
A: JUST STOP IT (or something)
K: Its more like the pressure of evil weighing down on your chest
till you’ve sunken through your mattress down to hell
as you desperately try to cling on to your bedpost
but your ancient limbs are arthritis ridden
like porcelain joints
that even if you could move them
would snap
A: there are things that go bump in the night across state lines
K: different demon, same intention
A: Kurdish people speak of the Mottaka
an evil spirit that lies on top of its victim in the middle of the night and suffocates it as a result of committing sin
K: In New Guinea, people refer to this phenomenon as "Suk Ninmyo", believed to originate from sacred trees that use human essence to sustain its life. The trees are said to feed on human essence during night as to not disturb the human's daily life, but sometimes people wake unnaturally during the feeding, resulting in the paralysis.
A: en mexico se me subió el muerto
K: in st lucia the kokoma will take you
B: these shape-shifting figures have hand picked their victims
and we can do nothing to stop it but sleep
K: Its all in your head they say
B: just a post synaptic inhibition of motor neurons in the pons regions in the brain
A: low levels of melatonin stopping the depolarization current in the nerves
preventing the stimulation of muscles to keep the body from enacting dream activity
K: yet I swear the sulphur still lingers
A: I can’t say im sure what to believe in anymore
too many times i’ve tightrope walked the line between rationalization and madness
and wake to find myself straight jacketed in silent repose
undulating in pools of my own insanity
as the incubus clings to my eyelids
and tells me he is everything but the dream I wish for him to be
K: personal thoughts on what it is/beliefs
B: there are things that haunt us in their translucence
K: things that cling to our skin like static when we sleep
A: and have trouble letting go by morning
A but I’ve learned to let the blackness overtake me
K: strip me of a half waking reality like a heat wave
A: swallow me whole like jonas
as I float in the whale belly of night
K: drown me in a liquid darkness suffocating with death riding on my breast
A: because the friend of the devil is a friend of mine
take my hand child
trust in the matter of my flesh
for there be nothing to fear but
K: Usually it starts with the buzzing
faint at first
a hollow friction organ grinding inside my eardrum
electric like tv static
until it dances its way to a sound only the devil is capable of making
A: imagine your body being melted
metal bent twisted till your fingers burn glowing
you try to scream but your jaw bones been broken
and you’d run but your arms are nailed to your bedpost crucifix
by something you can only describe as ungodly
something you can’t see or smell but know its hunched over your half sleeping body
as it tries to drag you rag dolled back to hell with it
B: simple sleep paralysis definition
K: I don’t blame her for not understanding
who wouldn’t try to rationalize the possession of their daughter?
A: Take it easy on the caffeine before bed
and try to lay off the sugar
K: the sleep thing happened again last night
A: A nightlight will keep things from taking shape in your mind
K: The darkness isn’t even what scares me anymore
A: Night terrors are common in children
K: The bible under my pillow isn’t working
A: JUST STOP IT (or something)
K: Its more like the pressure of evil weighing down on your chest
till you’ve sunken through your mattress down to hell
as you desperately try to cling on to your bedpost
but your ancient limbs are arthritis ridden
like porcelain joints
that even if you could move them
would snap
A: there are things that go bump in the night across state lines
K: different demon, same intention
A: Kurdish people speak of the Mottaka
an evil spirit that lies on top of its victim in the middle of the night and suffocates it as a result of committing sin
K: In New Guinea, people refer to this phenomenon as "Suk Ninmyo", believed to originate from sacred trees that use human essence to sustain its life. The trees are said to feed on human essence during night as to not disturb the human's daily life, but sometimes people wake unnaturally during the feeding, resulting in the paralysis.
A: en mexico se me subió el muerto
K: in st lucia the kokoma will take you
B: these shape-shifting figures have hand picked their victims
and we can do nothing to stop it but sleep
K: Its all in your head they say
B: just a post synaptic inhibition of motor neurons in the pons regions in the brain
A: low levels of melatonin stopping the depolarization current in the nerves
preventing the stimulation of muscles to keep the body from enacting dream activity
K: yet I swear the sulphur still lingers
A: I can’t say im sure what to believe in anymore
too many times i’ve tightrope walked the line between rationalization and madness
and wake to find myself straight jacketed in silent repose
undulating in pools of my own insanity
as the incubus clings to my eyelids
and tells me he is everything but the dream I wish for him to be
K: personal thoughts on what it is/beliefs
B: there are things that haunt us in their translucence
K: things that cling to our skin like static when we sleep
A: and have trouble letting go by morning
A but I’ve learned to let the blackness overtake me
K: strip me of a half waking reality like a heat wave
A: swallow me whole like jonas
as I float in the whale belly of night
K: drown me in a liquid darkness suffocating with death riding on my breast
A: because the friend of the devil is a friend of mine
take my hand child
trust in the matter of my flesh
for there be nothing to fear but
newest version of dimmer switch of the sun.
He looks like you when the dimmer switch of the sun is down
And as the artificial light sets into an artificial night
I can’t help but feel completely artificial.
Like he’s an understudy
An under-the-cover-study
Shooting your scenes
Won’t you play the part I wrote for you?
These stand-ins pale in comparison to your fair skin
In this film that trailed off into
unfinished
ellipsis
Still
Is
But your saliva is disappearing ink
A whispers width away
But by the time that I blink
infinity is easily sealed with a burn
Turn your head and it’s only an eight.
But we kept tracing each others fingers in that everlasting figure
Figuring love would always be
tickling our backs
And keeping its promises
Never trust the psychic booth at the carnival
The crystal balls in your eyes were cracked
We read your palms like psalms
And your love line just ran out of breath
And collapsed.
Kissing with eyes closed
Superimposing your hipbones
So sharp when we made love they cut me open
Hoping to fall asleep next to a stranger
And wake up in bed virgins again
Because in between my thighs you left a wound
That last night I welcomed him into
Afraid of the fate of the morning glory at dusk
Afraid this wound will close up
With your skin stitched into my scars
My blood is thirsty remembers your name
Therefore knows to ask for you by it
But dry like desert; I am.
Mirages in his mirror image of you
His collarbones collect our sweat
Too salty to quench my thirst
I remember your cactus chest
And the unsettling feeling of an unattainable oasis
Plucked your needle and
Stitched a scarlet letter into my dress
I am the seamstress
I am a tempurpedic temptress
And my memory foam will not forget how you fit into me.
Because I know your every angle with my eyes closed
Your spine poked through just to prove you had a backbone
Long legs demand to stand on their own
And then they just walked out
Pretending he is you
Like the sun is still the moon
But the sun rises even when you don’t ask it to.
Hit snooze on this reality
And fall back into the dream
where I left you
Where you left me
And you’re counting my vertebrae with your mouth
And you’re hearing me out
And we’re laughing like we still remember how
And we kiss,
And its only in moments like this
When I wake up disappointed in everyone
And everything
And hate my blankets for holding me
And you for not
And regret the pillows catching my head
And you for not
Isn’t this the place you promised me
I’d never sleep alone?
Tonight your phantom arms hold me
And
Hold up your side of the bargain
So I draw up this dream where we
draw the curtains.
And draw another breath.
And you draw me in closer
And you draw a treasure map on my body
With an X on the chest
And its no wonder I keep finding you here again.
And I don’t the heart to tell the others,
They’re digging at nothing.
And as the artificial light sets into an artificial night
I can’t help but feel completely artificial.
Like he’s an understudy
An under-the-cover-study
Shooting your scenes
Won’t you play the part I wrote for you?
These stand-ins pale in comparison to your fair skin
In this film that trailed off into
unfinished
ellipsis
Still
Is
But your saliva is disappearing ink
A whispers width away
But by the time that I blink
infinity is easily sealed with a burn
Turn your head and it’s only an eight.
But we kept tracing each others fingers in that everlasting figure
Figuring love would always be
tickling our backs
And keeping its promises
Never trust the psychic booth at the carnival
The crystal balls in your eyes were cracked
We read your palms like psalms
And your love line just ran out of breath
And collapsed.
Kissing with eyes closed
Superimposing your hipbones
So sharp when we made love they cut me open
Hoping to fall asleep next to a stranger
And wake up in bed virgins again
Because in between my thighs you left a wound
That last night I welcomed him into
Afraid of the fate of the morning glory at dusk
Afraid this wound will close up
With your skin stitched into my scars
My blood is thirsty remembers your name
Therefore knows to ask for you by it
But dry like desert; I am.
Mirages in his mirror image of you
His collarbones collect our sweat
Too salty to quench my thirst
I remember your cactus chest
And the unsettling feeling of an unattainable oasis
Plucked your needle and
Stitched a scarlet letter into my dress
I am the seamstress
I am a tempurpedic temptress
And my memory foam will not forget how you fit into me.
Because I know your every angle with my eyes closed
Your spine poked through just to prove you had a backbone
Long legs demand to stand on their own
And then they just walked out
Pretending he is you
Like the sun is still the moon
But the sun rises even when you don’t ask it to.
Hit snooze on this reality
And fall back into the dream
where I left you
Where you left me
And you’re counting my vertebrae with your mouth
And you’re hearing me out
And we’re laughing like we still remember how
And we kiss,
And its only in moments like this
When I wake up disappointed in everyone
And everything
And hate my blankets for holding me
And you for not
And regret the pillows catching my head
And you for not
Isn’t this the place you promised me
I’d never sleep alone?
Tonight your phantom arms hold me
And
Hold up your side of the bargain
So I draw up this dream where we
draw the curtains.
And draw another breath.
And you draw me in closer
And you draw a treasure map on my body
With an X on the chest
And its no wonder I keep finding you here again.
And I don’t the heart to tell the others,
They’re digging at nothing.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
megs/miles team piece.
Because no ones making Gandhis anymore
No one’s bones stick out of the surface to prove we are humans, first
Unless an eye for an eye
Makes the rich get cribs, rims, and turn their bodies into diamonds when they die.
(also sMILES, i know we discussed having something besides "there's something wrong" ribbon through the piece.... guys, do you have any ideas? )
No one’s bones stick out of the surface to prove we are humans, first
Unless an eye for an eye
Makes the rich get cribs, rims, and turn their bodies into diamonds when they die.
(also sMILES, i know we discussed having something besides "there's something wrong" ribbon through the piece.... guys, do you have any ideas? )
miles: ideas for our team piece.
Flies find what’s died and
Maggots have festered into mortal skin
Insects are born again
Inside us
People go from singing to
buzzing like cicadas
To silence
It happens
Everyday
Because when a wife loses her husband she’s a widow
When a child loses a parent he’s an orphan
But when a parent loses a child there’s no word for that
Just spirit broken
When eyes transform from windows
To doors that ever open
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a homeless person?
Of course not.
Maggots have festered into mortal skin
Insects are born again
Inside us
People go from singing to
buzzing like cicadas
To silence
It happens
Everyday
Because when a wife loses her husband she’s a widow
When a child loses a parent he’s an orphan
But when a parent loses a child there’s no word for that
Just spirit broken
When eyes transform from windows
To doors that ever open
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a homeless person?
Of course not.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
just some thoughts. please comment/add on!
with a pen between my teeth i write this poem
my hands have been burned into fists
my tongue stolen
they buried my pens beneath the ocean.
with blood i write this poem.
and even now i hear their footsteps coming after me
with my throat slit i'll still be singing
"mill me down
make me fliber
make me flour
can you make bread of me?"
my hands have been burned into fists
my tongue stolen
they buried my pens beneath the ocean.
with blood i write this poem.
and even now i hear their footsteps coming after me
with my throat slit i'll still be singing
"mill me down
make me fliber
make me flour
can you make bread of me?"
Friday, February 1, 2008
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