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| Posted on February 5, 2012 at 11:10 PM |
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Oh! Darling, please believe me
I'll never do you no harm
Believe me when I tell you
I'll never do you no harm
Oh! Darling, if you leave me
I'll never make it alone
Believe me when I beg you
Don't ever leave me alone
When you told me you didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly broke down and cried
When you told me you didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly fell down and died
Oh! Darling, if you leave me
I'll never make it alone
Believe me when I tell you
I'll never do you no harm
When you told me you didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly broke down and cried
When you told me you didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly fell down and died
Oh! Darling, please believe me
I'll never let you down
Believe me when I tell you
I'll never do you no harm
-Lennon, McCartney
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| Posted on October 27, 2011 at 11:15 AM |
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There's a new link in the navagation bar. It points to another blog I have (that is very annoying). MORE.
P O E M
for love
I bake my fingers &
cut my skin short
so it hangs
from my bones
like curtains
notebook entries.
| Posted on October 20, 2011 at 9:15 PM |
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MANIFESTO:
IN ART ONE MUST KILL HIS FATHER.
you have to make it for yourself. learn about the tradition & then tell it to go fuck itself. destroy the very foundations on which you stand. swim without the water wings.
leap & the net will appear.
take off the chains of what other people have done. bury them.
worry about explanations later.
making
| Posted on October 19, 2011 at 10:15 AM |
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I don't have the time or energy to make anything anymore & it's depressing.
if god were here
I think
she'd want me
to take the bird
living under
cold cut lungs
& make her sing
through my teeth
like sunday.
freud & jung
| Posted on October 13, 2011 at 11:25 AM |
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J:
the unconscious is trying to reveal itself to us.
a rose is a rose is a rose.
F:
the unconscious is trying to conceal itself from us.
a rose is anything but.
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journals
| Posted on July 18, 2011 at 9:29 AM |
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I've been writing a lot of nonsense in my diary.
this happens from time to time.
"I wake
I ride the wave
I am supple --
spread out
like patchwork grass
under callused feet.
my toes are the notes
in your symphony."
poem
| Posted on June 28, 2011 at 10:05 AM |
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waiting by the telephone
like ephemera from a 50’s catalogue, my skirt starched & anxious. I’ll have impatient feet & terrified tongue. I put a lot of weight in you, a lot of precious metals. I mine your bones for my deposits, I’ll search for your promise.
less than a month, less than a month, but somehow it’s a mountain.
© 2011 Natalie Raymond
The July Issue of Poetry for The Masses (my issue) should be posted soon.