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Ꮺ i sung of Chaos and Eternal Night Ꮺ

i sung of  Chaos and Eternal Night
within the Eye of  the Hurricane

where up was down
back was forward

and the silence echoed your name

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nothing could tear away
my need for you

in dark
in cold

inside
below

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all sanity gone
all vanity done

all emotions just one
…pain…

dancing
to the song i sung

of  Chaos and Eternal Night

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no end to the night
no end to your spite
no will left to fight

i held the pain close

singing
sweet nothings

to no one

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i sung of  Chaos and Eternal Night

from within the Eye of  the Hurricane

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“Rock You Like A Hurricane”   Scorpions 

originally posted  28 November 2011

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•• Ꮙ • Miss Otis Regrets • Ꮙ ••

Miss Otis,  the epitome

of  a prim and proper young lady

until that fateful day

used by a cad

in men’s clothes

she didn’t know what to say

she shot him dead

thinking that would be

the polite thing to do

if  only Miss Manners

had covered this sort of thing

Miss Otis would have nothing to rue

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“Miss Otis Regrets”   Ethel Waters 

originally posted 24 November 2011

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“Miss Otis Regrets”   Ethel Waters

lyrics ~

songwriter:   Cole Porter

Miss Otis regrets
she’s unable to lunch today, Madam
Miss Otis regrets
she’s unable to lunch today

she is sorry to be delayed
but last evening down in Lovers’ Lane she strayed, Madam
Miss Otis regrets
she’s unable to lunch today

when she woke up and found
that the dream of  love was gone, Madam
she ran to the man who lead her so far astray
and from under her velvet gown
she drew a gun and shot her lover down, Madam
Miss Otis regrets
she’s unable to lunch today

when the mob came and got her
and dragged her from the jail, Madam
they strung her to the willow across the way
and the moment before she died
she lifted up her lovely head and cried, Madam…

Miss Otis regrets
she’s unable to lunch today
Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today

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baby did a bad thing

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i knew she was gonna break my heart

but once i touched her

there wasn’t a fuckin’ thing i could do about it

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she took my heart between her teeth

and shook her head back and forth

like a dog with a bone

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only i was the one

slavering at her feet

willing to do anything….

a. n. y. thing.  she wanted….

to convince her of  my undying love

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all in the split-second

of  eternity

that it took to touch her arm

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but she spit out my heart

whispered  “maybe another day”

and walked away

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then baby did a bad, bad thing

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i wasn’t enough….

she wanted the adoration

of  every man in the bar

and was willing to do

what they wanted to get it

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i felt like cryin’

knowing she’d go that low

for a standing ovation

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i lit a cigarette

caught her eye

then turned and walked away

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i knew i’d find true love again

somewhere else….

another day

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“Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing”   Chris Isaak

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originally posted  1 August 2011

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“Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing”   Chris Isaak

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· ✝ • ✙ • ✝ · lost my religion · ✝ • ✙ • ✝ ·

 

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i  glorified you
thought it was love
maybe so…
maybe so…

you basked in my devotion
pretended to love me
addicted to the adoration
and the power it gave you

i  worshiped you
until the day
you laughed at my love
thinking it wouldn’t matter

in that moment
i  lost my religion
knew you were no good
…..no god

i  revered  you
learned it wasn’t really love
even so…
even so…

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thank you to my Sista Poet Fireblossom at  Shay’s Word Garden  for reminding me of  this song ~ it was the inspiration  for my poem

“Losing My Religion”   Anouk

originally posted  21 April 2013

artwork ~   “Love Song by the New Moon”    Paul Klee
{  public domain }

“Losing My Religion”   Anouk

lyrics {or an approximation} ~

Oh life, it’s bigger
It’s bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I’ve said enough

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep an eye on you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I’ve said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I’m choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough

Well, consider this
Consider this the end of the century
Consider this, as well
It brought me to my knees,  Hell
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I’ve said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep an eye on you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
Try, try, try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, dream….

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∴∮∴ の lonely heart の ∴∮∴

a lonely heart

filled with echoes of love

empty,  none-the-less


“Owner of  A Lonely Heart”   Yes

originally posted  14 March 2010

artwork ~   “Bleeding Heart”   Georgia O’Keeffe
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