Know I'm Not Dreaming
Hey IV I have insomnia and I was hoping to watch your video. I don't have a video but maybe we could meet in a cemetery sometime. Write me back so I know I am not dreaming. Thanks, Joe
Hey, baby where are you? Sorry I called you baby but it's just that I am really tired and yet I still can't sleeeep (whoah I almost fell asleep there...) and I was just hopin to say hello. Maybe you can't sleep either- and I have to be up early - don't get me wrong!- I mean I gotta work at it, man. I gotta work at it hard and fast!
13 minutes left. C'mon man this is it baby this it the final countdown! Just let me know that you are there. Let me hear you breathing air in disgust. Let your disdain be the blood red proof of your self-same life.
8 minutes left and all I see is the ghost of a curvy woman dancing lewdly in the round and round of a quadratic equation. What is my true vocation to write these ghosts into being awake in the wee hours where we keep with our own, with our selves, nuzzling like bumble bees in this shell of our own making.
6 is the shell of a man.
3 minutes and I am in it like a Roman rite.
"Je ne sais pas (Je ne sais quoi)"
What is love?
Well, it's not wanting more than what you got.
And what is grace?
It's the face of every single empty space.
And what is hope?
It's a rope, swinging from a slippery slope.
And what is pain?
It's the refrain of every single broken chain.
And I find that I'm blind in my heart and in my mind.
And yes, I am deaf to the sound of my own breath.
And I'm dumb when it comes to these same strings that I strum.
Je ne sais pas (Je ne sais quoi)
What's a friend?
Well they tend to not break when they bend.
And what's a lover?
That's the other that the nighttime comes to cover.
What's an ally?
That's the gal I always had a star to sail by.
What's an enemy?
That's the rest of me. Once I've lost track of the best in me.
And I find that I'm blind in my heart and in my mind.
And yes, I am deaf to the sound of my own breath.
And I'm dumb when it comes to these same strings that I strum.
Je ne sais pas (Je ne sais quoi)
la mer est bleu
la mer est sauvage
oui, c'est vrai
c'est dommage
And I find that I'm blind in my heart and in my mind.
And yes, I am deaf to the sound of my own breath.
And I'm dumb when it comes to these same strings that I strum.
Je ne sais pas (Je ne sais quoi)
Only the humble know nothing of humility.
Be humble in your sleepy hands on this world.
Be a Killer in Heaven.
www.joenolan.com
1 Comments:
Joe
It is your sister. I am confused. I know I don't think as deeply as you, but I do think more deeply than the majority of people I know. Like you, I can see the deeper meanings to stories, songs, poems, etc. that others may not necessarily pick up on. However, this post has completely baffled me. Who is IV? Or is that personal? Is this a poem or are you just rambling?? I love your blog. The kids and I look at it every day a couple of times a day to see what you will comment on next. Your hyperlinks are educational, fun, bizarre, and we are all learning a great deal. I will give you a buzz later in the week so you can help me with mine. What do you think - Apoplectic Advocate or Apoplectic Agitator? Look forward to talking to you. Tell Renee and Phoe we said Hello. Hey we also check Phoe's and he hasn't posted one in weeks - tell him to get busy!! :)
Later Aleta
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