PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

communicate....

Wednesday, May. 22, 2002
You’re nothing just because you are loved.
A pat on the back never paid any bills.
Affirmation fills no void.
You’re nobody ‘til somebody hates you.
Hate is an emotion that requires a greater amount of energy.
You’re nothing until you are the object of someone’s disturbance.
You can only disturb someone that actually cares about you.
Abuse takes on many forms.
You don’t have to take it unless you really care.
I don’t care.


onto some normal stuff...

It’s a nightmare come true…. “Bucky” likes Ludacris and Ja Rule!! Nah, I’m just glad he has a love for music. And hey, if I put on Carly Simon’s “Its coming around again” he and I still sing together. Not that I’m a huge Carly fan, it’s just a thing. That and Simon & Garfunkel’s “Cecilia” or The Knacks “My Sharona”. I grew up on that stuff so I gotta subject “Bucky” to it, plus I always said I’d show my child a wide range of music.
Recently he told me one afternoon while cruising in the Prelude,

“Hey Mommy how do you know all of the words to every song, no matter what comes on the radio?”

“I don’t know, I just do….I guess years of listening to music.”

“Will I learn all of those too if I listen all the time?”

“Yes bud I’m sure you will.”

……..pause

“I hope I don’t have to wait ‘til I’m old to know all the words.”

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This brings back this one really cool memory. Me and my sister wearing Holly Hobbie jammies our long hair still wet singing into our snoopy hairbrushes.

“Knock 3 times on the ceiling if you waaant me…twice on the pipes if you ain’t gonna show….oh my sweet thing….”

I wonder if someday “Bucky’s” gonna remember singing in the car with Mom and smile. I mean I even sing Eminem with him! (and Moby you can get stomped by Obie, you 36 year old bald headed fag blow me You don't know me, you're too old let go its over, nobody listens to techno/ Now lets go, give me the signal I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults/ I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol/) It’s nice to think that he might. Perhaps after the horror of the teenage years that will shortly be upon me. But man I’m way ahead of myself…

Yeah, I let my 9 year old listen to Eminem. I am all for freedom of speech. My son knows that bad words exist. When we sang the part about Moby, Bucky told me “heyy that’s not a nice thing to say, I would like Eminem more if he quit saying mean stuff about other people. So I know he’s learning to decipher right from wrong. A kid can’t do that if you totally insulate them from everything bad. Of course, I’d never sit him down in front of a porno or something crazy…but… Life is life. Some parts of it just suck. I told him Eminem is exercising his right to freedom of speech.

I think “Bucky” took offense to that stuff about Moby, cause we have that CD too, and he said, “Heyyy…..I like that bald dude!”

I recall when I was his age my friends parents wouldn’t let her watch “Threes Company” because it was about a guy living with 2 girls. She got pregnant at age 16 and was on crack by age 17, last I heard her parents were raising her child. Go figure… Maybe it was John Ritter withdrawal symptoms.

I don’t want to insulate, I’d rather educate and communicate.

-PoeticaL

note: Mad got his “clockwork orange” book so I plan to start reading it tonight. So we’re at the starting gate…and we’re off…. ;-)

and since words are not owned according to NO one….

Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia
Up in my bedroom (making love)
I got up to wash my face
When I come back to bed
Someone's taken my place
-Simon and Garfunkel

Ooo my little pretty one, pretty one
when you gonna give me some time Sharona
Will you make my motor run, motor run,
honey coming off of the line Sharona
Never gonna stop give it up such a dirty mind
Always get it up from the touch of the younger kind
My my my my my my Sharona
- The Knack

Oh my darlin' knock three times on the ceiling if you want me
Hmm, twice on the pipe if the answer is no
Woah my sweetness (knock knock knock) means you'll meet me in the hallway
Woah, twice on the pipe (clang clang) means you ain't gonna show.
- Tony Orlando

Baby sneezes
Mummy pleases
Daddy breezes in
So good on paper
So romantic
But so bewildering

I know nothing stays the same
But if you're willing to play the game
It's coming around again
So don't mind if I fall apart
there's more room in a broken heart

You pay the grocer
Fix the toaster
Then you break a window
burn the Soufflé
Scream the lullaby
I know nothing stays the same
But if you're willing to play the game
It's coming around again
So don't mind if I fall apart
there's more room in a broken heart

And I believe in love
But what else can I do
I'm so in love with you

I know nothing stays the same
But if you're willing to play the game
It's coming around again

The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again

I believe in love
And who knows where or when
Bit it’s comin’ around again

I know nothin’ stays the same
But if you’re willing to play the game
It’s comin’ around again
-Carly Simon
11:17 a.m. ::
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