Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Ground Zero

Once upon a time not (too many years from now) in a VERY classy restaurant on the top of the highest mountain...

Ground Zero

"Good evening Ladies and Gentleman.
Welcome to the Ground Zero Restaurant and Bar.
Drinks are on the house.
At midnight,
For your enjoyment
A thermonuclear device
Will be detonated in the Main Lounge.
Have a pleasant evening."

Wasted again but hey that's nothing new.
I'm all alone at a table set for two.
The wreck you left me, don't you know my heart bleeds.
Sometimes a holocaust is just what I need
At Ground Zero!

Sometimes I kick it out of bounds.
Sometimes I overdrive my car.
Sometimes I spread myself around.
Sometimes I take it way too far...

That's where the thrills are.
At Ground Zero!

I better slow down on this cheap remorse.
Don't wanna get too drunk for the main course.
The waiter asks me when my date will arrive.
No one should be alone when they're vaporized
At Ground Zero!

Sometimes I wear it on my face.
Sometimes I think I am a star.
Sometimes I rock it into space.
Sometimes I take it way too far...

That's where the thrills are.
At Ground Zero!

Looks like I go this one all on my own.
This is one special trip I'll take all alone.
The waiter asks me what I'd like for last call.
Sometimes a broken heart needs nothing at all
At Ground Zero!

Sometimes I wonder if it's real.
Sometimes I wonder if you are.
Sometimes I wonder what's the deal.
Sometimes I wonder if I took it to far...

To where the thrills are.
At Ground Zero!
Ground Zero!

- G. Laidlaw

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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

A Poem About Angels

Da Shang Der Flocken Harden

A sailor
Sun-blackened
Drifts upon the sea.
His craft
Barnacle-bound beneath.
Albatross
A sole observer
Of his drift in an empty space.
Eyes salted shut
Lips cracked and raw
Pull a smile to his face.

His water filled lungs can't scream
His waterlogged brain can't dream
So angels sing

Da shang der flocken harden

A hooker
Street hardened
Slumps below a sign.
Neon
Cheap rooms for rent
Reflect her mind.
Nickel bag
The sole survivor
Of her descent
A crazy ride.
Eyes rimmed with age
Arms bruised and raw
Trap the lady inside.

A ruby lipped silent scream
Heroin helped her to dream
So angels sing

Da shang der flocken harden

It's funny
Yet tragic
I think it's my turn.
You
Candle lighted
Ready to burn.
A mystery
The sole reminder
Of magic days loving you.
Eyes brim with tears
So many years
I spent wasted on you.

I'm hurting I want to scream
I see angels when I dream
And they're singing

Da shang der flocken harden
Da shang der flocken harden
Meezer ring dum ho

-G. Laidlaw

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Saturday, January 8, 2011

A Love Poem For The Ages

Love... it can be humbling. The following original poem by G. Laidlaw is all about the humbling power of love...

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Nodrog's Lament


Your beauty decrees
Moonbeams and Starlight
Through Space and Time
In cosmic battles compete,
Striving for the honor
Of briefly dancing
Circles 'cross your cheek
While you dream.


Let me gaze not into your eyes
Lest I become spellbound
Lost amid the kaleidoscopic pinwheels
Of sunlight and rainbows
Dancing in opalescent splendor
'Neath your lashes,
Teasing, enticing me with
Veiled glimpses of passionate realms
Deep within your Soul where
Love and laughter cavort
Like nectar-sated butterflies
Spinning secret tapestries
On the warm evening breezes
Born of a late Summer's Eve.


Smile not when I am so enraptured
For it might embolden within me belief
If my heart is true
My intentions pure
I may, like quiet mist, slip shadow-quick
Into the translucent rays of Divine Creation
Emanating from your Soul.
To therein find the key
Enabling me to solve the riddle
To earn, finally
The right to stay
Beside you forever.


Ah, 'tis lovesick folly indeed
For truly you are
The Envy of Angels
Sullen and angry with God
For passing them by
To linger in your light.
They who wear the arrogance of permanence
Squander the luxury of time
Could only watch aghast
As God
Upon the delicate bloom
Of a mortal human vessel
Did bestow His gifts
Heavenly beauty and feline grace.


Truly
A fool am I
Who dares to dream
Beauty of such perfect balance
In fragile iridescence wrapped
Could be entrusted to a creature
Brutal and awkward as I.


G. Laidlaw.