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Retrospect

In Millennial Generation on January 25, 2012 at 6:09 PM

RETROSPECT

Written as a poem prior to a weekend playing music and jamming with friends up in the mountains, the song it became in 1998/1999 is lost with the cassette tape-recording. I can still play it back in my mind and before it fades from my memory, at least in some way, the lyrics may live on. I dedicated it to Kristen K and if you’re out there, lovely red-haired lady, then it’s you, me and ‘THE ROACH’ keepin’ it smokin’. 

I hung up the phone last night

You had told me everything was all right

Then why the pain of fear and fright touch my heart?

I remember the last days of summertime

We were children in our innocence and in our minds

Do you remember that fateful day

When we learned about the ways that a human being can prey

We were fine ‘til we heard that noise

Underneath of the apple tree in your yard

Its funny how we never make any sense…

You came to me in a dream last night. Your illusion reflected in a pool of light.

Asked me if I would pause to catch a dream.

You took my hand and we tumbled down

a flight of stairs until we reached the ground.

The grass was soft beneath my feet.

It was then that you turned and ran away. Leaving me…what to say?

What does it mean?

And the air turned cold as I walked all alone on a road of broken cobblestone.

I heard your voice. From far away. And I called to you. To come back and play. But I couldn’t understand the answer that you gave.

So I told my legs to run. Faster than they had ever done. Towards your voice ‘cause I’d made the choice that I would never leave your side.

Look back. As I turned my head and the wind blew cold. And we froze.

How was I supposed to know?

How was I supposed to know?

I remember the last days of summer in our lives. In our innocence we disbelieved in time.

And you lost me. And you lost me when I left you.

And you lost me. And you lost me ‘cause I loved you.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Copyright 1999, 2012 by Kimberly Cox

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FALL, EPHEMERAL FALL

In poetry on December 10, 2011 at 3:19 PM


Fall, Ephemeral Fall

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When all honesty return’d with contempt,

Return as unspoken vulgarities;

Tis’ thine own lips, contorted; words attempt

Displacing love, truth, for false charities.

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Neither Saint, nor Sinner, wherefore lies true speech?

As chaste, yet base, for layeth mine between.

Where honesty doth lie beyond thy reach,

Why speak thee lies, fallacies, so obscene?

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I love not riches, prestige, nor power;

All ‘ere loved I, but true, love honesty.

Abortive, words, pluck’d barren thy flower,

Reveal how thoughts breed thy deformity.

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Ephemeral petals, brittle’d rust!

Defile’d virtue, love’s truth withers to dust.

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I’ll Be Your Uber-Marionette

In poetry on October 9, 2011 at 3:35 AM

How’s about you just put me to sleep

So I never    - quite –    wake up.

…

Then

Style my hair however you wish

Pick whatever clothes to dress me in

Tie all the strings, connect all the lines,

I’ll wink, I’ll grin, I’ll shine

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I’ll be your Uber-Marionette 

I’ll be your emotionless human puppet.

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Make me from paper bags

Or

Laundry socks

Whatever form

Shaped in shadows

…

Make me from chicken wire, a shell!

A Shell made of Sky-Blue paper-mache

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I’ll be your Uber-Marionette 

Unawake

At last in my own reverie.

Hand carve me from wood

Design only craftsmen master

Reshape me with gentle hands and familiar tools

Spend days, weeks, months

Finding that perfect shade of green

For my eyes.

Tie all the strings, connect all the lines

I’ll wink     •     I’ll grin     •      I’ll shine

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Your Little Uber-Marionette

Emotionless and hollow 

Your darling ironic puppet .

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But I know something you don’t know.

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After awhile

You’ll wish I was real

Waking me up

Forgetting our deal

To let my soul sleep

As you do what you will.

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And with fury and madness

Whirl like a dervish

Spinning awake

Hurling      •     Twisting

Faster      •     and Faster      *FASTER!

The lines all snapping

The strings go flying,

Faster, Faster   •   … still …

Cyclonic rage

The uber-marionette gives way

Sucking you into its vortex

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And when the tornado dissipates

It

Drops

You

OUT

A  Puppet

 

Copyright 2011 by Kimberly Cox, GidgetWidget™

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WASHED AWAY

In 21st Century Culture on August 19, 2011 at 4:20 AM

If it were up to me ~ I'd quiet the cacophony ~ So, maybe we could see ~ Maybe we could hear.... How close we are ~ To Being ~ Washed Away ~ Washed Away

WASHED AWAY

Lyrics and Music by Kimberly Cox

Let me be

For just a little while

Let me breathe

Let me breathe

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I’ve seen an angel, fall from grace

I’ve seen the devil in my own face

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And I know the whispers

Well, they lurk in corners

And they speak of the answers

Without using any words

~

And if

It were up to me

I’d quiet the cacophony 

So maybe we could see

Maybe we could hear:

~~

How close we are

To being

Washed away, oh, washed away

~

We think that we’re lost

All so lost we can’t be found

And it’s not easy, no

To keep believing

But don’t take the answers

As Grace comin’ down

‘Cause there’re no answers

That we have found

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And I know the whispers

Well they lurk in corners

And they speak of the answers

Without using any words

~

And if

It were up to me

I’d quiet the cacophony

So maybe we could see

Maybe we could hear:

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We don’t need to

Be washed away

Washed away, oh, washed away

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I just keep holdin’ on

I keep holdin’ on

I keep holdin’ on

Waitin’ for something else to come along

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Let me be

For just a little while

Let me breathe

Let

Me

Breathe

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Portraits Of A Millennial: 4 Windows

In NEWS AND COMMENTARY on August 8, 2011 at 3:19 AM

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