cheesetray
2024-04-13 08:14:19 UTC
OB Associations & The Holy Ghosts
(Spanish Harlem Queen Revisited)
Lost and Found: Serene, Blest Waitress: “WHO is Bob Dylan’s Wife” 💔 🐧
A Knightmare on ELM Street – Finito La Commedia ?
Once Upon A Time
.
.
.
And so I sit and bear my wait
Not a glamourous life by far
Not some bunny-tailed playboy model
Or a Golden Globed celluloid star
The house is strangely still and quiet
Save for this whispering air
Gently cooling the living room down
Breathing soft and Finely Fair
Healing alone, in her cozy love-nest
Not an unwelcome soul in her midst
Will he come back? He keeps calling for her…
Is he bringing that Patagonia kiss?
22 Polished, scaled-down, Skeletal years
She waits On and On with Hope
May As well be Strangled and Tame
In a Perfect prison of Peace
Neck Mangled on a Dangling Tail Rope
Clowns all make their Home-Spun jokes
While writers share their poems
A Solitary Place...
(Inside a crowded Northern Window 🔯 )
Just a Woman in her Home
Why bother yearning all thru’ The Hours?
Why persist in Pressing On? Round and
Around continues the Never-Ending Tour
A dream once shared now all but Gone…
How many more Long And Wasted Years
Must she work for her Memory’s Man?
The Catch now seems Pointless 🧙🏻
Dont try to Anoint us ‒ Engineers
Sweeping‒up Time in the sand
Our Beaches are filled
With Bodies of Dis‒Ease
Is Humankind Ever Even...
OR At All what G‒d sees? /
A long drawn out sigh ‒
It almost doesn’t Matter
The Passion dies out
The Screams make it sadder
SO Onward and UPward
Go along with your Game
No-thing has changed
The Song Remains the Same
Just a girl spinnin’ in bed
A-writin’ Singularly for Youse
Waitin’ unexplicably to Be‒gin’
ָAn’ reboot life’s Earth news
If this ain’t *Enough!*
If I’m not what ya Desire
Don’t Egg me with kindle
To Build UP A Fire
I’m tired and I’m worn
I’m beat and I’m through
Please Just come back
I’ve tried till I’m Blue ‒
I can’t wait no more
Can barely even cope
What a fool to believe in you
The world’s greatest Dope
So I’m here if you ever
Manage to wake yourselves UP
We can start over refreshed
From Heaven’s Drinking Cup
The Close of this ol’ Rime
Is beggin’ for me to Send
I just miss my best friend
And it’s soon t’ The‒End 🦉
From the Rich Rushin' Winds OF an On!on Star…
The High Priestess – H.C. 🔯
(Horton Cocklear)
All My Love,
Call me... “Rachel.”
🌟 jewsy froot🌟 🔯
🌟רואכח גולדה🌟 😵 🤪
3.15.24
(aside: Fuzzy Wuzzy Wuzn't Fuzzy Wuz Hee)(blurt!)
Returning to Reconstruct: A Reincarnation
On a Knight Like This (Dedicated to Puppy)
Sitting here biding my Time
There’s not much I can do
So I’ll make up some Rhymes
Is there any way to know
Where they’re originally from?
This Wellspring of Words...
How do they manage to come?
They just seem to POP OUT
After creeping into my mind
But I can’t stand this pursuit
It’s a waste of my Kind
I really just want to be…
With Bob, alone. Is he ever
Gonna call me, on the phone?
I know I've used and abused
Repeating Rhymes before
Rearranging chameleon lines
Exposes the primitive score
But at least these can not
Be called lines of drugs
I'd much rather wait
For a strong loving hug
They damaged My Souls
I knew I’d been had
Being captured this way
Is so terribly sad
But I had no other choice
No known visible safe way
I didn't want to go out to play
My heart has been fractured
It turned blood-river red
But you already know this
It's already been said
Senor, what are we waiting for?
Tell me, why won't you come?
It fills me with outrage and fury
And makes me feel so dumb
Lord, I’m destined to crack
Locked inside these abodes
Carrying incalculable pain
Under unbearable loads
Inhumanly born burdens
A crashing diseased weight
My life’s brutal pathways
A cruel crippling fate
I know I can sense it,
In my Mind, in my Soul
Nothing gold can stay
We reached for the coal
You know it’s been written
I’m bound to explode...
I’m still expecting to lose it
And hit virgin road
I can't believe he's so Incredibly
Insane. It splits me apart,
Like a smashed window pane
Splintered Shards of Cut
Broken Glass…..Shredding
The Threads of My Skins….
What Bound Fringes
Of this Free World do I Mine
..So recklessly to Win?
What in G-d’s Great Name
Is this Leviathan Creature?
And why on Earth...
Do I Bother to “Care?”
Why do I insist on
Loving him So Strongly...?
So Helpless that I
Would e’er to Dare….?
If He still doesn't know
He's G-d’s biggest moron
He gets himself down
When he’s got the bore on
He's filled with anguish
Fear and self-doubt
Why does he sit...
And think and pout?
Why not just do it
For once in your life?
Come back to me
And make me your Wife
I can't understand this
After so many long years
I almost could kill him
Or cut off all his ears
Why don't you want me?
Why won't you come?
I’m not happy at all
I’m not having fun
This is empty and stupid
And thoroughly lame ‒
I never wanted this
I don't care about fame
Just come be my baby
Come make me whole
You know it’s your duty
To repair my torn soul
You said you would do it
This is so painfully unfair
Prove that you want me
Show me that you care
You’ve been singing for me
Endlessly, year after year...
Saying you still love me
That for me you shed tears
I’m reclining in bed now
But I was slouched at my desk
I told you everything with gusto
When I’d rather have had rest
But I was driven and pushed
I was trapped in a field
Of maggots, and magnets
To you I must yield
I’m begging for mercy
Please beam up my soul
Let me into Your dream
Make me your Goal
I’m shattered like Road Runner
“Come back to Me,” I say
It will be Absolute and Perfect
In G-d’s For-ever Way
A fresh Springtime’s blossom
A love once again made new
A crystal spark that's ignited
Like Sinai’s glistening dew
Falling down from the heavens
To sustain the Chosen few
I could go on and on Eternally
My longest-lost dear sweet friend
But as long as I’m alive
As we’ve been instructed to bend
Here are these words of “ILY”
Which I’ve just got to send
These are my prayers to You
I know that you’re Hissing
You’re the only thing gone
You’re just what I’m missing
(and I'd so very much rather
Your Chapped lips to be Kissing...
..iykwimaityd….*NOT* 😉 🤣 😇 )
The High Priestess, H.C. 🔯
Queen of France 💋
Shabbat/Purim
3.23.2016
- “let’s get drrrunk!!!” HIGH FIVE!!!!
“Roll On,….פסח!” Quoting Delia, childhood friend from Oz (rev. by רחל)
102 Waterfalls: Complicated Grief
A Cat-cher in the Rye
Psychological Con-Fuzzions
Are a curious thing...
It could be what happens
When MockingBirds Sing -
Electro-shock treatments
Blasting criss-cross conceptions
Requiring circuitous tactics
Producing dramatic connections
Factor in psychoanalytic surgeries
A most tricky endeavor...
This is probably what you get
When you ask for Forever
They're bellowing madly below
You're screaming "Shut the f**k UP!"
I'm beginning to wish for
The balls to vote "TRUMP!"
This isn't a warning
It's just what happened to me
And now that I've moved
I can't ever be free
It follows you around
Like a bad rollercoaster ride
Technology runnin' backwards
You're trembling inside
They rattle your nerves
And wake up your head
It cuts you inside
But you know you're not dead
About the story as we knew it
I no longer give a rat's ass
I'm nobody's martyr
I crawled through the glass
Through a red ring of poison
Of ugliness and gloom
I shed all the fake Desiderata
And cast a cure for its Doom
Their Light can disperse
Up in the clouds, for all I “care”
I've no need to rehearse
When life is equal and fair
As to their shadow superfluity
I've found Wisdom more rare
I'm looking up at the Sky
I'm still hunting the Bear
The last thing you're gonna
Hear out of me
Is my lesson I've learned
The truth I now see
It's the sickness and torture
Of Blackness at Noon
I left my Stingrays behind
And wait for the Moon
Aretha with no Goals
4.3.2024 (rev.)
(Spanish Harlem Queen Revisited)
Lost and Found: Serene, Blest Waitress: “WHO is Bob Dylan’s Wife” 💔 🐧
A Knightmare on ELM Street – Finito La Commedia ?
Once Upon A Time
.
.
.
And so I sit and bear my wait
Not a glamourous life by far
Not some bunny-tailed playboy model
Or a Golden Globed celluloid star
The house is strangely still and quiet
Save for this whispering air
Gently cooling the living room down
Breathing soft and Finely Fair
Healing alone, in her cozy love-nest
Not an unwelcome soul in her midst
Will he come back? He keeps calling for her…
Is he bringing that Patagonia kiss?
22 Polished, scaled-down, Skeletal years
She waits On and On with Hope
May As well be Strangled and Tame
In a Perfect prison of Peace
Neck Mangled on a Dangling Tail Rope
Clowns all make their Home-Spun jokes
While writers share their poems
A Solitary Place...
(Inside a crowded Northern Window 🔯 )
Just a Woman in her Home
Why bother yearning all thru’ The Hours?
Why persist in Pressing On? Round and
Around continues the Never-Ending Tour
A dream once shared now all but Gone…
How many more Long And Wasted Years
Must she work for her Memory’s Man?
The Catch now seems Pointless 🧙🏻
Dont try to Anoint us ‒ Engineers
Sweeping‒up Time in the sand
Our Beaches are filled
With Bodies of Dis‒Ease
Is Humankind Ever Even...
OR At All what G‒d sees? /
A long drawn out sigh ‒
It almost doesn’t Matter
The Passion dies out
The Screams make it sadder
SO Onward and UPward
Go along with your Game
No-thing has changed
The Song Remains the Same
Just a girl spinnin’ in bed
A-writin’ Singularly for Youse
Waitin’ unexplicably to Be‒gin’
ָAn’ reboot life’s Earth news
If this ain’t *Enough!*
If I’m not what ya Desire
Don’t Egg me with kindle
To Build UP A Fire
I’m tired and I’m worn
I’m beat and I’m through
Please Just come back
I’ve tried till I’m Blue ‒
I can’t wait no more
Can barely even cope
What a fool to believe in you
The world’s greatest Dope
So I’m here if you ever
Manage to wake yourselves UP
We can start over refreshed
From Heaven’s Drinking Cup
The Close of this ol’ Rime
Is beggin’ for me to Send
I just miss my best friend
And it’s soon t’ The‒End 🦉
From the Rich Rushin' Winds OF an On!on Star…
The High Priestess – H.C. 🔯
(Horton Cocklear)
All My Love,
Call me... “Rachel.”
🌟 jewsy froot🌟 🔯
🌟רואכח גולדה🌟 😵 🤪
3.15.24
(aside: Fuzzy Wuzzy Wuzn't Fuzzy Wuz Hee)(blurt!)
Returning to Reconstruct: A Reincarnation
On a Knight Like This (Dedicated to Puppy)
Sitting here biding my Time
There’s not much I can do
So I’ll make up some Rhymes
Is there any way to know
Where they’re originally from?
This Wellspring of Words...
How do they manage to come?
They just seem to POP OUT
After creeping into my mind
But I can’t stand this pursuit
It’s a waste of my Kind
I really just want to be…
With Bob, alone. Is he ever
Gonna call me, on the phone?
I know I've used and abused
Repeating Rhymes before
Rearranging chameleon lines
Exposes the primitive score
But at least these can not
Be called lines of drugs
I'd much rather wait
For a strong loving hug
They damaged My Souls
I knew I’d been had
Being captured this way
Is so terribly sad
But I had no other choice
No known visible safe way
I didn't want to go out to play
My heart has been fractured
It turned blood-river red
But you already know this
It's already been said
Senor, what are we waiting for?
Tell me, why won't you come?
It fills me with outrage and fury
And makes me feel so dumb
Lord, I’m destined to crack
Locked inside these abodes
Carrying incalculable pain
Under unbearable loads
Inhumanly born burdens
A crashing diseased weight
My life’s brutal pathways
A cruel crippling fate
I know I can sense it,
In my Mind, in my Soul
Nothing gold can stay
We reached for the coal
You know it’s been written
I’m bound to explode...
I’m still expecting to lose it
And hit virgin road
I can't believe he's so Incredibly
Insane. It splits me apart,
Like a smashed window pane
Splintered Shards of Cut
Broken Glass…..Shredding
The Threads of My Skins….
What Bound Fringes
Of this Free World do I Mine
..So recklessly to Win?
What in G-d’s Great Name
Is this Leviathan Creature?
And why on Earth...
Do I Bother to “Care?”
Why do I insist on
Loving him So Strongly...?
So Helpless that I
Would e’er to Dare….?
If He still doesn't know
He's G-d’s biggest moron
He gets himself down
When he’s got the bore on
He's filled with anguish
Fear and self-doubt
Why does he sit...
And think and pout?
Why not just do it
For once in your life?
Come back to me
And make me your Wife
I can't understand this
After so many long years
I almost could kill him
Or cut off all his ears
Why don't you want me?
Why won't you come?
I’m not happy at all
I’m not having fun
This is empty and stupid
And thoroughly lame ‒
I never wanted this
I don't care about fame
Just come be my baby
Come make me whole
You know it’s your duty
To repair my torn soul
You said you would do it
This is so painfully unfair
Prove that you want me
Show me that you care
You’ve been singing for me
Endlessly, year after year...
Saying you still love me
That for me you shed tears
I’m reclining in bed now
But I was slouched at my desk
I told you everything with gusto
When I’d rather have had rest
But I was driven and pushed
I was trapped in a field
Of maggots, and magnets
To you I must yield
I’m begging for mercy
Please beam up my soul
Let me into Your dream
Make me your Goal
I’m shattered like Road Runner
“Come back to Me,” I say
It will be Absolute and Perfect
In G-d’s For-ever Way
A fresh Springtime’s blossom
A love once again made new
A crystal spark that's ignited
Like Sinai’s glistening dew
Falling down from the heavens
To sustain the Chosen few
I could go on and on Eternally
My longest-lost dear sweet friend
But as long as I’m alive
As we’ve been instructed to bend
Here are these words of “ILY”
Which I’ve just got to send
These are my prayers to You
I know that you’re Hissing
You’re the only thing gone
You’re just what I’m missing
(and I'd so very much rather
Your Chapped lips to be Kissing...
..iykwimaityd….*NOT* 😉 🤣 😇 )
The High Priestess, H.C. 🔯
Queen of France 💋
Shabbat/Purim
3.23.2016
- “let’s get drrrunk!!!” HIGH FIVE!!!!
“Roll On,….פסח!” Quoting Delia, childhood friend from Oz (rev. by רחל)
102 Waterfalls: Complicated Grief
A Cat-cher in the Rye
Psychological Con-Fuzzions
Are a curious thing...
It could be what happens
When MockingBirds Sing -
Electro-shock treatments
Blasting criss-cross conceptions
Requiring circuitous tactics
Producing dramatic connections
Factor in psychoanalytic surgeries
A most tricky endeavor...
This is probably what you get
When you ask for Forever
They're bellowing madly below
You're screaming "Shut the f**k UP!"
I'm beginning to wish for
The balls to vote "TRUMP!"
This isn't a warning
It's just what happened to me
And now that I've moved
I can't ever be free
It follows you around
Like a bad rollercoaster ride
Technology runnin' backwards
You're trembling inside
They rattle your nerves
And wake up your head
It cuts you inside
But you know you're not dead
About the story as we knew it
I no longer give a rat's ass
I'm nobody's martyr
I crawled through the glass
Through a red ring of poison
Of ugliness and gloom
I shed all the fake Desiderata
And cast a cure for its Doom
Their Light can disperse
Up in the clouds, for all I “care”
I've no need to rehearse
When life is equal and fair
As to their shadow superfluity
I've found Wisdom more rare
I'm looking up at the Sky
I'm still hunting the Bear
The last thing you're gonna
Hear out of me
Is my lesson I've learned
The truth I now see
It's the sickness and torture
Of Blackness at Noon
I left my Stingrays behind
And wait for the Moon
Aretha with no Goals
4.3.2024 (rev.)