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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 9:36 pm
by Hissmonster
Ah...I've done that...not sure I was thinking of anyone in particular...just the feeling of the poem. It's got a smoke BBQ country feel... Although the second
Stanza is giving me trouble. The first 2 lines almost feel out of place. Intentional?

Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 9:40 pm
by TheMudge
It works with the melody

Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 9:46 pm
by Hissmonster
Yeah...I get the rhythm...it's an interesting juxtaposition to the barbed wire and "broken" references. They are very powerful. So "innocent & cute" seem childlike.

I want to say like the bad seed all grown up...how can something seemingly so benign be so brutal.
But yeah it works as a country song

Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 9:54 pm
by TheMudge
Oh you want COUNTRY ...

I've got ...
Too many bugs on my windshield
Too many love songs on the radio
I've got too much blood in my coffee stream
And I've got too many miles more to go

I'm tired of seeing this ol’ highway
Out my windshield, and in my rearview mirror
I'm tired of hearing songs
That just remind me that she's gone
Tired ‘a wondering how the hell I wound up here

I've got ...
Too many bugs on my windshield
Too many love songs on the radio
I've got too much blood in my coffee stream
And I've got too many miles more to go

She broke my heart in itty bitty pieces
Wasn’t as hard on her as you might guess
She didn't say “I'm sorry”, “Boo”
Or “Kiss my ass”
Just walked away and left me with the mess

I've got ...
Too many bugs on my windshield
Too many love songs on the radio
I've got too much blood in my coffee stream
And I've got too many miles more to go

I don't have in mind a destination
Can’t read this Rand McNally through my tears
But I'll make this highway hum
Until my heart and butt are numb
The way I feel, I might be be gone for years

I've got ...
Too many bugs on my windshield
Too many love songs on the radio
I've got too much blood in my coffee stream
And I've got too many miles more to go

Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 9:58 pm
by Hissmonster
So long as it isn't Willie Nelson I like country :D let's see what ya got!

Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 10:11 pm
by Hissmonster
Woohoo! "Blood in my coffee stream!" A man after my heart!

Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2014 4:40 pm
by TheMudge
Two Christmas Trees

It’s so hard to grasp
When you’re 8 years old;
So he just has to ask,
“How does Santa Claus know?
I live in two places,
So I sure hope he sees…
And tells all his reindeer
I’ve got two Christmas trees.”

It’s a time to rejoice; at least that’s what they say…
You made your choice: all the rest of us pay.
You gave up what you had…you can do as you please.
But there’s nothing so sad as a child with two Christmas trees.


He knows that you love him;
Think he knows I do too.
So he hangs up two stockings…
Well, what else can he do?
It's a grown-up solution…
But that’s not what he sees:
There’s a lot of confusion
Having two Christmas trees.

He needs a world that is kinder;
So when I’m on my knees,
I pray a gentle reminder:
“God, he’s got two Christmas trees…”

It’s a time to rejoice; at least that’s what they say…
You made your choice: all the rest of us pay.
You gave up what you had…you can do as you please.
But there’s nothing so sad as a child with two Christmas trees.

Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2014 1:19 am
by JillStar
It's impossible to explain to a child and have them understand when most adults don't understand themselves. It's also remarkable how easily they accept what adults assume to be stressful and upside down while we bash our heads against the wall. They just sort of shrug it off... until they grow up and realize just how messed up human beings really are.

Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 12:49 am
by Bess
Sad, Mudge..but nicely done. What happened while I was away in lala land? No post from anyone in several months?
Is there any way we can get some of the old active members back and give this place new life? I lived here for a while. It almost felt like a family and a great place to hang out.

Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 6:26 pm
by JillStar
Hi Bess... I've tried to spark a fire but it seems some flames are difficult to bring back. Many of us seem to live on FB or our own blogs. I have one myself and wanted to create a multi-author blog/website.

So far, no one has jumped at that and, although I have cleaned up WT as much as I can, I am unable to clean it up further without website permissions from Charles. At one point, he was looking into a way to accomplish that but apparently this site's 'stuff behind the scenes' is ancient and would be costly to bring up to speed. My thought was to at least hide/delete the old stuff that just wasn't used much back in the day.

My other thought was to create a new forum/board site but that's a lot of work and without the guarantee of people wanting to hop on board and get it hot again, there was not real push for me to do it.

Are you on FB? Or do you have your own blog? If you like, send me a message and we'll catch up. :)

Re: Mudge's Poetry Dump

Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2015 3:57 pm
by TheMudge
There’s razor wire inside my chest connecting rib to rib;
The wall around my heart could make Fort Knox look like a crib.
All this to protect me from what no one knows is real:
The things I never tell you that I feel.

Oh, I admit, I laugh a lot: the whole world is my joke;
But swallow your pride too many times and eventually you choke.
And Destiny knows good and well I have no fate to seal …
Just things I never tell you that I feel.

And as they say, life ain’t that much, when taken as a whole:
We kill ourselves—and those we love—for illusions of control.
I can’t blame you for wanting out: the battle takes its toll …
And leaves you with a hollow shell you thought of as your soul …


But this is not at all to say I wanted something else:
And if I was untrue, it’s true, it was only to myself.
The case was settled long ago, with no chance of appeal …
Like things I never tell you that I feel.

So “happily ever after” didn’t last for very long,
And now I’m trying to sort these “maybe”s into shades of right and wrong
While dancing to the echos of the dirge that was our song …
When all I ever wanted was to feel like I belong …


There’s razor wire inside my chest, as sharp as any knife;
It wraps and gouges, cuts and stabs these fragments of my life.
Til I’m drowning in the blood of all these wounds that never heal
From the things I never tell you that I feel.
The things I never tell you that I feel.

Re: Mudge's Poetry Dump

Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 12:50 am
by pengwenn
"But swallow your pride too many times and eventually you choke."


I love this line.

Re: Mudge's Poetry Dump

Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 1:18 pm
by TheMudge
Thank. I wish I could say I didn't know from experience ...

Re: Mudge's Poetry Dump

Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 2:15 pm
by TheMudge
Poor Little Girl

Your love affairs all started well, but none of them had legs …
There’s just no place to go after you fall.
You’re chasing cotton candy like you think it’s steak and eggs:
You won’t find satisfaction there at all.

There might be something in your eye ‘cause all you see are stars
Each time you give your heart to someone new;
But every time you’re left to nurse your superficial scars …
Is it possible the problem might be you?

Poor little girl: you still think you’re young and pretty;
But all of us grow older day by day.
I want to help … but maybe that’s just pity …
‘Cause you don’t know you … and there’s not much more to say.


You rid yourself of everything you thought might hold you down:
Turned your back on everyone you knew;
You somehow think that makes you extra fun to be around--
So you’re shocked when people turn their backs on you …

And you’re shocked when lovers turn out to be not quite what they seem …
It really ought to come as no surprise;
We attract what we project … and between you and me …
All you’ve ever offered anyone … is lies.

Poor little girl: you still think you’re young and pretty;
But all of us grow older day by day.
I want to help … but maybe that’s just pity …
‘Cause you don’t know you … and there’s not much more to say.

Re: Mudge's Poetry Dump

Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 8:20 pm
by JillStar
Ah yes... whats the one constant in all your relationship? #-o
It is interesting how people who use others are shocked when they get used.