Archive | August, 2009

Like a Hurricane

10 Aug
I get it Neil. I finally get it.

I get it Neil. I finally get it.

As much as I’ve always loved this song. It’s only been recently that I really felt like I could truly understand what he was saying:

“Like A Hurricane”

Once I thought I saw you
in a crowded hazy bar,
Dancing on the light
from star to star.
Far across the moonbeam
I know that’s who you are,
I saw your brown eyes
turning once to fire.

You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I’m getting blown away.

I am just a dreamer,
but you are just a dream,
You could have been
anyone to me.
Before that moment
you touched my lips
That perfect feeling
when time just slips
Away between us
on our foggy trip.

You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I’m getting blown away.

You are just a dreamer,
and I am just a dream.
You could have been
anyone to me.
Before that moment
you touched my lips
That perfect feeling
when time just slips
Away between us
on our foggy trip.

You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I’m getting blown away.

~Neil Young~

City Girl

10 Aug

You Narcissistic bitch.

You can’t just play
games with people
like this.

Don’t you
understand that
words are things
you can’t take back?

I think you’re a liar
and a hypocrite
and one of the
most dangerous
types of people
out there.

Self righteous
and self important.

I’d rather
hang out with
the rankest
whore
in Ontario
than
be friends
with
someone like you.

At least
the whore is upfront
about who she is.

As crazy as my
last girlfriend
was. She was at least
honest
and loyal.

But lesson
learned.

I’ll certainly be
more careful
as to
who I offer
my heart
to
the next time.

Thank you
for everything.

I wish
I could take
back all the
lovely things
I said and thought
about you.

All the time
money
and energy
wasted
cultivating this
thing.

In reality
they are still
true,
just like everything
else
in this poem.

I’d be a liar
if I didn’t acknowledge
it all evenly.

Peace.

~Edward Austin Robertson~