I'de like to be able to call myself an intellectual, or avant-garde, or rebel, or whatever, but I do not condone arrogance.
Some of my poetry is junky, some of it is alrite. You get to determine which is which. Some of my poetry is from early on, and I am not too proud of it, but some I am proud of.
Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you
This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
"This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much she knows"
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....
"Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do."
Some of my poetry is junky, some of it is alrite. You get to determine which is which. Some of my poetry is from early on, and I am not too proud of it, but some I am proud of.
Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you
This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
"This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much she knows"
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....
"Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do."
- Last seen on Oct 19 10:44 AM. Member since November 29, 2004.
- I'm a jade dragon poet for 234 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "My mom never saw irony in calling me a sunava*****".
- I am a 17 year old guy (USA)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a writing.
- Visit my homepage at have none
- I have 234 comments, 28 poems, 7 stories, 2 philosophies, 1 journal
My Poetry
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I'm a stump
in a world of full-bodied people,6 lines, 4 comments, June 7, 2005. In Other -
the fuzzy synapse,
plastered and skewed29 lines, 6 comments, June 5, 2005. In Other
My Stories
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The piece of money lay, fused to the cement, with the stoic stare of Washington nothing more than mere scratching in the entire granite outcropping. The haggard man stumb645 lines, 5 comments, March 8, 2006. In <200 lines, Fiction
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My Paper Castle
I knelt in feigned reverence. I looked around to see vibrancy and colorfulness. I should be complacent, like the rest of them; the faceless; gla332 lines, 1 comment, December 16, 2005. In <200 lines, Other -
But the saturnine sky had already begun to wane.
I rested a caring hand on his slightly heaving chest. The faint drum of machinery in the background, sonorous as the e266 lines, 3 comments, December 4, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
My journal entries
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Kevin came rollicking in, hair matted to the left side of his fleshy squash head, skull cap crumpled in his ham-hock hands, billowing about the factory entrance, like some Thanksgiving Day parade balloon. He was a man incapable of whispering. “Ya’ see Donald? He caught his dick-beatas! Right in the machine!April 28, 700 words. → Make first comment?
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Seven Kinky on December 12, 2005HAHAHA! Every time I see or hear the song on your author page, I think about Adam Sandler in Mr. Deeds. Woo, for now I am done. Whooshes away in her Trenchie a la Pocket Boi
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MysteryCraze on June 27, 2005In a later song, Bowie admits that Major Tom is a junkie.
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MrsDobbins on June 27, 2005hah!! i love your screen name!! now im hungry!!
hahaha lol
much love
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Clyde1023 on May 21, 2005'Tell my wife I love her very much she knows'
what a great song...
not a bad s/n either
Edited on May 21, 8:42 p.m. because ''.
