OK *more U2-inspired poetry* I CAN'T STOP IT!
I, for one, really liked 'Million Dollar Hotel,' and the day that I first saw it, I wrote a lot. I wrote a series of poems based on ideas from that movie. Off we go--
Concrete Vapors
That year the junkies were flying off the roof like angels
....or cars in some movie.
Human rockets meaning to make some noise,
but ending up silent as a love going home.
I found you down by the market,
in the field where you can see the radio transmitters.
We pretended they were towers in Paris
or ladders to a sound we could not lose.
You know how you turn heads,
but you just wanted to turn the world inside out;
you just wanted to turn eyes around to carve their vision into the air.
Sunlight seeped like vapors, like blood, into your skin.
I see you're dressed up, but not really waiting for anything.
Well, you talked about the difference between gods and garbage,
between getting high and staying that way.
Yes, and I could not imagine anything concrete,
not with the abstractions of brevity and the bloody sunlight folded to fit inside.
You promised to always look out for everything.
Yes, you told me about the difference between gods and garbage,
the way to exits,
the way to echoes,
the path away from collection,
the path away from parasites.
Like a child you fit yourself closer to what doesn't need you,
and I'll hold you like a guitar anyway.
I don't know, but I think something broke.
Well, it's your turn now if you want to
make a bold movement by standing still.
Some chain smokers passed to preach to the dogs and to the water.
They were pale and broke and just fifteen.
I said I believed in standing,
and in leaving your life for rock n roll,
and in television,
and in origins.
I dreamt that everything was as concrete as the mutiny of their smoke.
I dreamt that everything was as concrete as this kind of light--
the kind of black that defines the white,
the kind of religion that defines wrong and right,
the kind of love that divides the night,
the blind advances that deny sight....
I dreamt of gods and garbage and of the way things are.
When I awoke I thought about how
I just wanted to dream about you coming to me to stay;
and I?d have someone for New Year?s and beyond.
Can?t nobody stop what?s coming.....
I want to look at you, look into you, and know how deeply I have reached;
how much of myself I gave up to the morning vapors
to be able to watch you walking down my street.
Can?t nobody stop what?s coming to be.
Can?t nobody stop the earth but me....
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~*Mona*~ Secretary of Scandalization
97% compatible with Bono
Love me, give me soul.
A little less circuitry,
a little more poetry.
"For the good of the nation, you must defile Bono!" ~Echo~
The Latin Americans have the sexy end[of Catholicism]~BonoBaby~
"Aren't you afraid someone will eat your foot???" ~ScottPhisto~
Concrete Vapors
That year the junkies were flying off the roof like angels
....or cars in some movie.
Human rockets meaning to make some noise,
but ending up silent as a love going home.
I found you down by the market,
in the field where you can see the radio transmitters.
We pretended they were towers in Paris
or ladders to a sound we could not lose.
You know how you turn heads,
but you just wanted to turn the world inside out;
you just wanted to turn eyes around to carve their vision into the air.
Sunlight seeped like vapors, like blood, into your skin.
I see you're dressed up, but not really waiting for anything.
Well, you talked about the difference between gods and garbage,
between getting high and staying that way.
Yes, and I could not imagine anything concrete,
not with the abstractions of brevity and the bloody sunlight folded to fit inside.
You promised to always look out for everything.
Yes, you told me about the difference between gods and garbage,
the way to exits,
the way to echoes,
the path away from collection,
the path away from parasites.
Like a child you fit yourself closer to what doesn't need you,
and I'll hold you like a guitar anyway.
I don't know, but I think something broke.
Well, it's your turn now if you want to
make a bold movement by standing still.
Some chain smokers passed to preach to the dogs and to the water.
They were pale and broke and just fifteen.
I said I believed in standing,
and in leaving your life for rock n roll,
and in television,
and in origins.
I dreamt that everything was as concrete as the mutiny of their smoke.
I dreamt that everything was as concrete as this kind of light--
the kind of black that defines the white,
the kind of religion that defines wrong and right,
the kind of love that divides the night,
the blind advances that deny sight....
I dreamt of gods and garbage and of the way things are.
When I awoke I thought about how
I just wanted to dream about you coming to me to stay;
and I?d have someone for New Year?s and beyond.
Can?t nobody stop what?s coming.....
I want to look at you, look into you, and know how deeply I have reached;
how much of myself I gave up to the morning vapors
to be able to watch you walking down my street.
Can?t nobody stop what?s coming to be.
Can?t nobody stop the earth but me....
------------------
~*Mona*~ Secretary of Scandalization
97% compatible with Bono
Love me, give me soul.
A little less circuitry,
a little more poetry.
"For the good of the nation, you must defile Bono!" ~Echo~
The Latin Americans have the sexy end[of Catholicism]~BonoBaby~
"Aren't you afraid someone will eat your foot???" ~ScottPhisto~
