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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

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.

JAMES CONNOLLY

In 21st Century Culture on September 23, 2011 at 12:03 AM

The Murder of James Connolly & Antonin Artaud from Gidget Widget on Vimeo.

I learned an Irish Rebel Ballad about James Connolly and a new book, Antonin Artaud’s final work, “50 DRAWINGS TO MURDER MAGIC,” recently arrived. So I sang the song, recorded it and randomly, these images happened to pop up on my screen saver…

Totally random, perhaps, but isn’t it strange how many parallels exist? It’s a short slide-show of artwork by a Frenchman and a song about an Irish Rebel.

LIFE IS SO … cruel in its magic.

James Connolly was executed on a May 12th for treason against the British. He died just before Antonin Artaud left the sanatorium to fight in the trenches of France/Belgium in The Great War. The year was 1916. Connolly, at his court martial, made reference to the Easter Uprising:

“We succeeded in proving that Irishmen are ready to die endeavouring to win for Ireland those national rights which the British government has been asking them to die to win for Belgium. As long as that remains the case, the cause of Irish freedom is safe.”

Meanwhile, Antonin Artaud returned to the sanatorium before summer’s end. At four years old, Artaud contracted meningitis and he survived the disease. Tormented his whole life by neuro-physiological damage, his work as an artist, filmmaker, actor, director, writer, and in theatre have inspired generations, including ours. The images shown here are from his final work. He died in March, 1948.

Enjoy, ~ *Gidgie

TAKING MY VIEW OF THE NEW YORK CITY SKYLINE

In 21st Century Culture on September 16, 2011 at 8:41 AM

I just made up the song as I filmed this on a smart phone. It’s sad, kinda… The view from my window, one I have looked at for years, will be gone forever; either today, tomorrow or by next week.

Watching something change, you know? It’s the only thing we can expect in this life. At least, that’s what my Nonie says, and she is most wise.

Silly little happenings in our little lives. Caught on the internet, here’s a bit of mine. XO

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

~

I’ve seen an angel, fall from grace

I’ve seen the devil in my own face

~

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

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:

~~

We don’t need to

Be washed away

Washed away, oh, washed away

I just keep holdin’ on

I keep holdin’ on

I keep holdin’ on

Waitin’ for something else to come along

Let me be

For just a little while

Let me breathe

Let

Me

Breathe

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