we wrote songs,
one, while reclining
in the graveyard,
in green magic marker
on a large torn
piece of paper,
with only the stars
lending light
to guide us,
(eccentric, i know,
but those were the days.)
about a man,
homeless and destitute,
who falls in love
with a prostitute
and wishes she would
just notice him.
maybe we felt
far from home
or that we did not
have what it took.
maybe we were
in the song
somewhere.
this was before
i met you
and realised
i don't have to
deserve it to
receive love.
but i still try.
romulus was the name of the band i was in (with this guy) when we were in high school, that never made it too far out of my basement. i like to think we were figuring out how to pull the splinters of love out of our hearts with tweezers. or maybe...
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In a graveyard? Creepy! LoL We went into a graveyard one night after a few drinks . . . Creepy to say the least.
Great meeting you more & more...
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Comfort Spiral
I have always loved graveyards - so many hidden stories there.
:) I had a group called Obession LMAO...and the funniest part is...that I couldnt sing LMAO...But I did write songs back then...I wish I still had that song I wrote called "Chain Reaction" I would love to read it and see how cheesy it was ha ha
You found the best realization of all- accepting love is often harder than giving it.
lots and lots of beautiful poems. from where do u get the idea?
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The wonder and innocence of youth. The first paragragh...writing songs with magic marker under moonlight...I want to be that young and carefree again!
Nice!
about a man,
homeless and destitute,
who falls in love
with a prostitute
and wishes she would
just notice him.
this mention is very classical in movies or novels, I watched some of the movies who has such theme...
smooth fall of the writing,
hope that you receive what you deserve but you may not realize or know you deserve!
Best!
Okay, graveyards remind me of college. End of comment.
Love the name of your band.
I really wonder what you've not done in your life yet
Such a romantic; you fully deserve all the love that you get.
My wife loves me, and I still don't know why...
when will it ever end, brian? you completely fascinate me with your golden words, spun craftily and with skill and clarity...who amongst us could resist the love you speak about??
sir, my hat is off to you :)
Nooo graveyards for me! lol
I love the eccentric line. Eccentric days of the past always are "the days" to look back on!
of course this prompted me to explore the name Romulus, and via wikepedia i have become educated...interesting stuff; some i knew, some i didn't.
I like the name of your band. It makes me think of Star Trek. Which makes me think of red shirts. Which makes me think of your last post.... :)
Quite a peek into your past!
yes a glimpse into your past, cool, this was brilliant :)
We all get our inspiration in different places and in different ways...but a graveyard does seem like a "gothic" place to inspire a love song. Did you keep the words to the song about the prostitute and destitute?
In a graveyard? Seriously? Thats too creepy for me! :)
"Hot Sex, Flavored for your oatmeal..." Grammy worthy lyrics if you ask me... ;)
That's an excellent poem - one of my favorites, so far! I can just imagine the whole scenario.
Romulus as in the co-founder of Rome or as in the home world of the Romulans? Cause that's important.
it actually was based ont eh founder of Rome...funny i was just coming to say that after Tom's comment...
long time readers may remember i grew up with a graveyard litterally in the back yard...well maybe down the hill about 100 yards...complete with open empty graves too...yeah, hide and seek was always fun at my house...and that boy that fell in one and could not get out...i still think about him...
lol!! I used to hang out in grave yards too.. my best friends and I would lay on tombs and smoke cigarettes..lol....
Ohhhhh! Romulus was the other brother too, probably inherently wanting more attention than his twin. WE don't admit a lot of our emotions. Glad to know you and your friend in the band face up to what was eating you two.
The house we live in and have been renting the past two years is behind a cemetery. Can't find a more quiet area than by a cemetery except when the military gun salute goes off. I like in your writing today that you tell you know you are loved just because of you. The name of the band is pretty cool too.
Rock on! :)
The green magic marker was cool : )
Oh, you were in a band? My, but you are an interesting one! We bought a house last year with a cemetery on the other side of the back wall. It's very peaceful and quiet. I'm learning more about you all the time. :-)
Graveyards are intriguing really.
That's a cool image.
and that you found real love. Very . cool.
I loved your poem, but in your explanation, you blew my away with "we were figuring out how to pull the splinters of love out of our hearts with tweezers."
WOW!
nice my band is probably gonna end up the same way...
I love going to concerts, both band and orchestra concerts are cool.
I am thrilled that your band experience inspires you and fine tuned your logic about love in life.
Way to go,
Keep Rolling!
I'd be writing freakish lyrics from a graveyard. That's dangerous territory in there.
You were in a band? I didn't click on the "this guy" link just in case I knew him at one time...
You never cease to amaze me.
you just surprise me everyday! What instrument were you playing?
Pictures! Pictures! I want to see pictures of the basement band!! I'm digging the name.
Beautiful piece Brian. So easy to visualize.
Stop asking why and just accept it. Of course you deserve it.
I quite like graveyards. And of course your way with words.
I love that you're still friends with someone from high school. And I love that you wrote songs with magic marker -- permanent as opposed to the transitory nature of pencils. Ah, the angst of teenagers...and the beauty of being able to look back and reconnect with those parts that make up the sum of who we are this minute.
I find graveyards peaceful.
I guess wherever the inspiration hits you! Good imagery! "I like to think we were figuring out how to pull the splinters of love out of our hearts with tweezers." Where the heck do you come up with this stuff? Amazing!
"destitute" and "prostitute" in close proximity. A natural. Way cool.
Are there basement band pictures lurking around in some shoe box somewhere. Great post and thanks for the point to Cabo.
Romulus... yeah, I have heard of them before... :) Someone asked for pictures... I do too... Pictures would be nice. :) /Jo.
There are so many songs about anything and everything, that one like this isn't far fetched at all.
Great name for a band.;)
And a great recollection of emotions and moments captured in time. And in your writing.;)
xo
Enjoy A Very Merry Wednesday!
Your words engage,
You are the major role on stage.
Cheers!
;)
I used to write songs. It led my mother to question my sanity! LOL
oooh nice.
you should hop over to Art Spark Theater and write a story to go with the big yellow bird creation she posted several days ago.
This brings back memories...not of being in a band, but of sitting and writing as a teen. Ah the torment that I just do not remember anymore,, lol.
btw, no you didn't miss my birthday, I never mentioned it until my post today. you are not nuts. :o) lol.
Sounds typically Brian. Sitting in a grave yard creating life. Nice juxtaposition.
Wonderful poem, Brian! And what a great image in your comment -figuring out how to pull the splinters of love out of your hearts!
so very true, even undeserving people receive true love. it happens so often.
in your case i know you are being humble.
the romanticism of youth is always sweet and stays forever in heart.
:) just loved it.
I like the stories from your youth! SO cool!
Yes a poet, a musician, a writer, a philosopher, and historian, an angel, you are a lot :)
all of this talent AND you are a former teen rock star?
At the very least the words have come out of the basement.
Seems to me that you spent a lot of time in that graveyard. But that is pretty cool for you all to be so brave and do that.
Sometimes the hardest thing about true love is to learn that you do not have to earn it or deserve it, that true love is something to be freely given and cannot be bought. You both are very blessed to have found your true love. Many people search their whole life and never find it.
God bless.
I would have been a groupie!
♥namaste♥
Fabulous!
"maybe we were in the song somewhere..."
for me, this is the essence of poetry, of writing...
brilliant and beautiful.
p.s. i hope to post something soon. thank you for asking. :-)
LOVE THIS ONE TOO!
I still try too!
Grave music? Dead cool... (smile)
You're kidding! I've done the writing songs in the graveyard thing, too!
another great poem... loved graveyards as a kid. Matthew Hopkins is buried in one near where i live!!!! boy did we love to venture there for a scary story or two!!!! hey and that was with the boys from my band...cheers Pete
knew you were a music man.....
nice....specially d last part...!!
We used to party in the local graveyard....and play really loud music...your poem is awesome..your talent ..endless.!
Graveyard... how Goth! nice piece!
I continue to be amazed by your "past" life:)
Interesting that you happen to have a green magic marker while walking through a graveyard...that's a little suspicious. :)
nothing nefarious in mind kaylen, we went there to write songs so we took it with us. smiles.
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Happy Wednesday!
Your poem is fun to read.
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aaww...thats a sweet poem..
but in the graveyard brian??
o_O
ah bliss were those golden days...
if only we cud relive them again :(
oh, how do i loves this pome? i cood nevir kount the ways.
it maeks me feel, and feel and feel.
yoo is sutch a good pome riter!! i liek the line about the green markir on torn papir best. i jist do.
xoxo
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I will never be ahead of you on Jingle - lol
This has a good feeling of song lyrics about it. I love graveyards. Love giving myself the peace that only the dead have. Morbid much? Probably :)
I hate graveyards!
Met who?
I like graveyards, but I never want to be in one! Can we hear more about the band?
I guess in this day and age, we'd call you 'emo'and you'd be wearing skinny jeans and eye makeup!
I don't have to deserve it to receive love." Very well put together. This piece doe shave a human heart!
Viny
That's very beautiful.
You certaintly have a way with words and expression in story.
Thank you for such an insight, and also for dropping by my blog.
Happy week.
That brought me back to my cousin and I writing together her house, my house, school bus, and yes the family cemetery..on paper, napkins, envelopes, paper bags...teenagers when we have something to say we find a way!!!!! Loved this!
I remember those kind of days. I had my graveyard moments, too. Always, they ended with bad poetry.
I don't know, I believe that if you are loved, it is because you are lovable.
How can anyone have such consistant writing talant???
Having a passion for Ancient history, the title caught my attention. Loved the imagery of writing on a torn piece of paper by starlight. And the conclusion left me speechless:
i don't have to
deserve it to
receive love.
but i still try.
I still have to remind myself that I don't have to deserve love to recieve it...great post Brian :)
this was before
i met you
and realised
i don't have to
deserve it to
receive love.
I LOVE THIS!!!!
What kind of band was it? I was only ever in marching band :( NOT kidding. Anyways, green magic marker under starlight. . . . feels like zombies or something gruesome!!
Wow an amazing poem!!! i loved it!!! would really come back and read more of your wonderful poems.
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