tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34550151505602089632024-03-04T23:16:19.484-08:00down with the universegenghishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03741928125673087198noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455015150560208963.post-18630108913995224122009-10-27T16:06:00.000-07:002009-10-27T16:28:14.162-07:00lonely boy blues<table bgcolor = "white" width = 400><tr><td><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67XhobGHTfe0nFgIljaUK2SIhDMoDp22VNUGpNXVn7U_ZNOeoLS0O4EjENfmGcdMmIPw9pAVfTPCVfxNX_bKWcwGeQcxPUlLT0oAQc6AeZbr4GD3wpZf8aL12r7L_-JhQrZ7A-ZPh6s0/s1600-h/bigfoot.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67XhobGHTfe0nFgIljaUK2SIhDMoDp22VNUGpNXVn7U_ZNOeoLS0O4EjENfmGcdMmIPw9pAVfTPCVfxNX_bKWcwGeQcxPUlLT0oAQc6AeZbr4GD3wpZf8aL12r7L_-JhQrZ7A-ZPh6s0/s320/bigfoot.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397424791938848162" /></a><br /><br /><font color = "red">i'm just a lonely boy, lonely and blue<br />nobody cares what i say or do<br />nobody cares what i know or think<br />nobody cares what i eat or drink<br /><br />nobody cares if my limo is waitin<br />or i worship <font color = "blue">jesus</font> <font color = "purple"><i>allah</i></font> or<font color = "green"size = 3> satan</font><br />nobody cares if my star is fadin<br />or i carry a picture of omar bin laden<br /><br />in my wallet with my mom and dog<br />or how many lonely miles i slog<br />or the baby jesus in his manger<br />turns me away - the flaming stranger</font><br /><br /></td></tr></table>genghishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03741928125673087198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455015150560208963.post-38965309871426288482009-10-15T06:11:00.000-07:002010-12-06T00:27:07.161-08:00poem # 4<table bgcolor = "white" width = 400><tr><td><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHQIsOFhKii2CgCcudzK1GEJVda2EukGq9jfbZXafrlxpCAmtL66ABzPiQCxAuKItOPOpQiJQQ99r26OW2lpDEmS3AFP3mlAZyhN7pm-Slc695FYmKwFA6zNVi8EQnUEJ4EAXZssW3dI/s1600-h/poem4.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHQIsOFhKii2CgCcudzK1GEJVda2EukGq9jfbZXafrlxpCAmtL66ABzPiQCxAuKItOPOpQiJQQ99r26OW2lpDEmS3AFP3mlAZyhN7pm-Slc695FYmKwFA6zNVi8EQnUEJ4EAXZssW3dI/s320/poem4.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392814643881038322" /></a><br /><br /><font color = "green"><br />have you ever loved a woman <br />and she didn't love you back?<br />have you ever been hit by a freight train<br />when you were walking down the track?<br /><br />have you ever watched a bumblebee<br /> hover over a flower?<br /> have you ever wished you could live forever<br /> just for one hour?<br /><br />have you ever watched a raindrop<br /> disappear down a drain?<br /> have you ever stepped on a spider<br /> and never felt its pain?<br /><br />have you ever gone to the drugstore<br /> and ordered a sandwich there<br /> and eaten it and eaten it and eaten it<br /> till people started to stare?<br /><br />have you ever loved a woman<br /> and she called you a pathetic fool?<br /> have you ever sat on the sidewalk <br />and wished you didn't have to go to school?</font><br /><br /><br /></td></tr></table>genghishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03741928125673087198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455015150560208963.post-44949873564484614602009-09-13T08:59:00.000-07:002009-09-13T09:41:13.730-07:00poem for peace<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdHhO2pZLSdu6Vp8-8UQVqSBvWh8fHLOzutTyw4VUroxAl0Ha-XPbplYnkADEdOjJBiL24UmdlmjrbBeA1jwE3RdtUEBuC_MB37iod9wWg5aUJM8QRgtJPygkDIL4FtRxdCA3-MJg1w-A/s1600-h/19050533.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdHhO2pZLSdu6Vp8-8UQVqSBvWh8fHLOzutTyw4VUroxAl0Ha-XPbplYnkADEdOjJBiL24UmdlmjrbBeA1jwE3RdtUEBuC_MB37iod9wWg5aUJM8QRgtJPygkDIL4FtRxdCA3-MJg1w-A/s320/19050533.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380993010783933586" /></a><br /><table bgcolor = "yellow" width = 400><tr><td><br /><br /><br /><font color = "black">love is the question<br />indifference is the answer<br />wisdom is niagara falls<br />ignorance is the bahamas<br /><br />st joseph is the customer <br />salome is the waitress<br /> buddha is the bottle of ketchup <br />you are the tablecloth<br /><br />there was this girl in high school<br /> i liked her <br /> she didn't like me<br /> woolly mammoths roamed the corridors<br /><br />woolly mammoths in the corridors<br /> sabre tooth tigers in the gym <br />in gray and white spats & propeller beanies<br /> not quite out of the top drawer<br /><br />it's time for tea<br /> outside it's the future<br /> domed cities and moving sidewalks <br />i'm ok with it<br /><br />the duchess of windsor pours oolong tea <br />buck rogers eats a blueberry scone <br />crispus attucks & simon legree <br />play basketball in the wind<br /></font><br /></td></tr></table>genghishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03741928125673087198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455015150560208963.post-54644674009178929662009-09-13T08:44:00.000-07:002009-09-13T09:04:58.498-07:00poem<table bgcolor = "f6b3ad" width = 400><tr><td><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5dWGn5j8DHDeZ5k4nfdoLuciqLyLPAlbciPq8BJlqyV1WeM3ceuLGDdw3hF42PM9_5alHzyHDWe6h6abPiWeqBMdQLKOym8Tn1_lf4ytWkJpd3DWqdpx4fdZjK80htndTlmN17fFTxY4/s1600-h/hbc_subphoto_beaches.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5dWGn5j8DHDeZ5k4nfdoLuciqLyLPAlbciPq8BJlqyV1WeM3ceuLGDdw3hF42PM9_5alHzyHDWe6h6abPiWeqBMdQLKOym8Tn1_lf4ytWkJpd3DWqdpx4fdZjK80htndTlmN17fFTxY4/s320/hbc_subphoto_beaches.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380981451035054306" /></a><br /><br /><font color = "black">caravagio would have loved baywatch<br /> as el greco loved survivor ii<br /> and realized his whole life was a lie <br />in the long centuries<br /><br />before orange spandex <br />and lifeguard chairs<br /> in the blue light<br /> beyond san clemente<br /><br />and the pikemen disappear<br />and the terrified monks<br />and mortality itself <br />in the white smiles of huntington beach<br /><br />never such arms in florence<br /> or legs outside st peters</font><br /><br /><br /></td></tr></table>genghishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03741928125673087198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455015150560208963.post-2904169112633918502009-05-04T12:36:00.000-07:002013-10-05T08:13:12.607-07:00double a, part 1<table bgcolor = "black" width = 400><tr><td><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibiOrD5v6z2mSh3HDWakwEvZNOw44E-q-dmEinjM1-kZqUxsFqRGlj_feZ9EkzHQ-mqaL_FNd9Pbyse1mQNMkMQNXKzcbr9-v87kggiln4n2v6Y_IVJf5pft-ZuPLD3FR0nFo9AEKyyW8/s1600-h/chevy2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibiOrD5v6z2mSh3HDWakwEvZNOw44E-q-dmEinjM1-kZqUxsFqRGlj_feZ9EkzHQ-mqaL_FNd9Pbyse1mQNMkMQNXKzcbr9-v87kggiln4n2v6Y_IVJf5pft-ZuPLD3FR0nFo9AEKyyW8/s320/chevy2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332055583862970994" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><font color = "white">
when i was young i was full of fire<br/>
wild women were my desire<br />
to buy them flowers and perfume<br />
night after night i played with doom<br />
<br />
but i was not always so wild<br />
before that i was god's child<br />
and i stood in the shadow of the steeple<br />
in the fleeting shadow of the steeple<br />
<br />
reverend mason, the mildest of men<br />
told me when i was only ten<br />
that god had marked me for his own<br />
and my soul would never turn to stone<br />
<br />
the light that falls through schoolhouse walls<br />
is the light through which eternity crawls<br />
i had no thought of other fate<br />
what could i but sit and wait?<br />
<br />
my mother was a woman good<br />
and always did the best she could<br />
her eyeballs had a hunted look<br />
through the smoke of all the meals she cooked<br />
<br />
my father wore a hat of gray<br />
and never had very much to say<br />
his posture was a little slack<br />
he went to work and always came back<br />
<br />
but madness bubbled in my brain<br />
and violence whistled through my veins<br />
through walls and windows closed so tight<br />
i heard the call of laughing night<br />
<br />
the night - a dark and throbbing ocean<br />
but floating in perpetual motion<br />
upon is surface - old town square<br />
the playground of the brave and fair<br />
<br />
where swaggering dudes and slinky dames<br />
with reputations and magic names<br />
a hundred stories in each face<br />
defied the law-abiding human race<br />
<br />
the night on which my life began<br />
and i decided to be a man<br />
out the window and down the tree<br />
nothing on earth was stopping me<br />
<br />
there on the corner, the very first<br />
was harry jensen, the worst of the worst<br />
and johnny black, the coolest of the cool<br />
i walked right into them like a fool<br />
<br />
i halted my progress none too soon<br />
beneath the full and smiling moon<br />
johnny turned, as smooth as ice<br /
>his voice was soft as clicking dice<br />
<br />
"kid, you're out a little late"<br />
into his eyes i looked quite straight<br />
"i'm on my way to do a job"<br />
harry horselaughed - the stupid slob<br />
<br />
the laugh seared through me like a knife<br />
he was my enemy for life<br />
we might pull jobs together, yet<br />
deep down i never would forget<br />
<br />
but johnny's gaze was cool and gray<br />
i stood and did not look away<br />
"that's very interesting", he said<br />
"we were going home to bed"<br />
<br />
"and i still am" said harry rudely<br />
but johnny turned on him quite moodily<br />
"you never know what we might find<br />
tell us, kid, what's on your mind"<br />
<br />
these guys didn't look so tough<br />
in innocence i tried a bluff<br />
"why should i let you in on this?<br />
this job's a snap - it just can't miss."<br />
<br />
"have it your way", johnny said<br />
as harry yawned and scratched his head<br />
"and yet i find it kind of hard<br />
you couldn't use a man on guard"<br />
<br />
"why don't you let us come along?<br />
if it's as easy as a song<br />
no need to split the take with us<br />
i'm just a little curious."<br />
<br />
harry laughed again - the jerk<br />
one day i'd make of him short work<br />
"go on." he said, it's not my game<br />
i've got a date with a swell dame,"<br />
<br />
"dame. dame," - at just the word<br />
my heart hammered and my eyeballs blurred<br />
then swift as lightning in the rain<br />
a plan jumped full into my brain<br />
<br>
<br>
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</td></tr></table>genghishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03741928125673087198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455015150560208963.post-35459801909660827502009-02-06T04:49:00.000-08:002009-03-16T12:24:28.303-07:00hi again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFGi-CVUw-SV5k7PLpliGJ1T6wn-zgnTpo8wcF_pKyOg3j3QL1ruG2dd0bI3Wjaq-gey5AfrkZZd3UO-z8ovARWK_xGNN_IeAHBbHlRgjN2k6Ehtg7qGIhuWBQHpSA76JuzNgS1xlAzxg/s1600-h/9432.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFGi-CVUw-SV5k7PLpliGJ1T6wn-zgnTpo8wcF_pKyOg3j3QL1ruG2dd0bI3Wjaq-gey5AfrkZZd3UO-z8ovARWK_xGNN_IeAHBbHlRgjN2k6Ehtg7qGIhuWBQHpSA76JuzNgS1xlAzxg/s320/9432.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299665895894806274" /></a>genghishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03741928125673087198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455015150560208963.post-85679157535933131122009-02-05T16:29:00.001-08:002010-12-05T16:24:00.349-08:00lets go on vacation<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: large;">lets go on vacation</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuK0x-4KpggFQyju0945JnnalXvUbQugn3G22MVUpIeG-qd62Zyc1UbrhcL3ZArQLSJcgCYgFwj_34mu5FozWs5P9NnONM3ZG9U8Hmzh6gmWXSjDwbxgi1M9ezcCybJsJfbe2djUagikk/s1600-h/away2.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuK0x-4KpggFQyju0945JnnalXvUbQugn3G22MVUpIeG-qd62Zyc1UbrhcL3ZArQLSJcgCYgFwj_34mu5FozWs5P9NnONM3ZG9U8Hmzh6gmWXSjDwbxgi1M9ezcCybJsJfbe2djUagikk/s320/away2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331965371468921714" /></a>genghishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03741928125673087198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455015150560208963.post-34991276324723211572009-02-05T13:20:00.001-08:002009-09-13T09:38:22.722-07:00hi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiih__51GczEJudT1Ef1BjjjsSFilm_Vq8u84loBFQmW7X0cCQx0donbSZH8ZacupFkmJy7yV6DLY2e6MRdUJzljWwOfnVOxhI1__enKDMrl9B8BZMyAioiK8DQ4i0rn5M7-etat9FMhvM/s1600-h/fly.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiih__51GczEJudT1Ef1BjjjsSFilm_Vq8u84loBFQmW7X0cCQx0donbSZH8ZacupFkmJy7yV6DLY2e6MRdUJzljWwOfnVOxhI1__enKDMrl9B8BZMyAioiK8DQ4i0rn5M7-etat9FMhvM/s320/fly.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380992186218578626" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />how i like would like to go away somewhere where the likeness of the moon would always reflect love and not hatred and death.<br />do you feel the same way? genghishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03741928125673087198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455015150560208963.post-58847215138286643402008-08-26T01:13:00.001-07:002009-09-13T09:39:25.405-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i wanted to have friends but everyone thinks i'm a creep</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i wanted to have friends but everyone thinks i'm a creep</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i guess i'll just go home and go to sleep</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i wanted to be rich and i wanted to be famous too</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i wanted to be rich and i wanted to be famous too</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">but i found out that it just wouldn't do</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i had a message of love for all mankind</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i had a message of love for all mankind</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">but only scorn and mockery did i find</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i wanted a little gal to call my own</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i wanted a little gal to call my own</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">but i sit in my cardboard box here all alone</span>genghishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03741928125673087198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455015150560208963.post-39870039938858801612008-03-01T04:04:00.000-08:002008-03-01T04:07:41.508-08:00hijhi im genghis / i want toget down with the universe and all living and/nonliving ceatures heres a llittle poem i wrote:<br /><br />googly googly boogly woogly<br />boogly woogly boom boom<br />boys go boom boom\<br />girls go goo goo<br /><br />lets go boom boom goo goo!<br /><br />well thats all for nowgenghishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03741928125673087198noreply@blogger.com0