View RSS Feed

All Blog Entries

  1. Elizabeth Cotten

    Elizabeth Cotten was a lady who died sometime the 1990's, she was a black woman who married when she was 15; she played guitar but she played it upside down because she was left handed, and so she eventually created her own style of picking. She wrote such songs as Freight Train, and Shake Sugaree. There's actually a video of her playing Freight Train on Youtube! --more than one. I can't find her palying Shake Sugaree, but I like it too, and YT has Dylan and others playing that song.
    ...
    Categories
  2. Ignored

    by , 12-30-2007 at 11:23 PM (My Blog...How original.)
    you know what i hate ( other then nuts)- yep you guessed it- being ignored. (what a qwink-a-dink). oh, there are some who pay mind, but even then, being called crazy does give off the vibe-yes, stupid word- that says, "hey, you're really weird and you kinda freak me out." have you ever gotten that vive? funny, i get it almost everyday. why? -i'm just guessing you're asking me that- cause i am a little off my rocker when i speak. why? you see, my brain works way faster then my mouth can ...
    Categories
  3. At Four PM

    by , 12-30-2007 at 12:44 PM (The Nation of the Glorious Turnip)
    Is that an apple pie I see?
    Forged in a burning stove.
    Once before I did drink tea
    Ate a piece of apple pie, you see!

    Earl Grey tastes quite right for me
    The hot water, a touch of citrus,
    Perhaps with a dash of milk,
    Make great drinking joy.

    However that apple pie you see,
    Completes my moment of heaven
    At four O’clock a piece of splendid pie
    To choke, at four fifteen I die.

    Updated 08-16-2009 at 04:25 PM by AimusSage

    Categories
    Poetry by the Martian King
  4. Ever After

    by , 12-30-2007 at 05:51 AM (Reflections on the puddle of life)
    (poem deleted)

    Updated 07-05-2009 at 06:31 AM by TheFifthElement

    Categories
    , Poetry
  5. Surgery

    by , 12-30-2007 at 02:05 AM (Sci Fi Story)
    I took a hatchett to my head
    swapped brain for compass there instead
    My head did swell, so I laid down
    Closed my eyes, heard not a sound
    When I awoke, my skull had healed
    A miracle of bone annealed
    Then she walked in, with eyes so blue
    My compass point was sharp and true

    I stuck a needle in my eye
    I pray dear lord I do not die
    platinum siliconic thread
    Is my computer in my head
    Now I see what isn't there ...
    Categories