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Here she built a chapel with her image on the wall – and a place where she could rest and a place where she could wash – and listen to the wind blow.

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Death was everywhere, in the air and in the sounds coming off the mounds of Bolton’s Ridge. Death was in the staring sun, fixing its eyes on everyone. I see men come and go but there’ll be one who will collect my soul and come to me. Two-thousand miles away – it lays open like a road.

A bank of red earth, dripping down death, now, and now, and now. Oh my Catherine – your eyes smiling and your mouth singing – with time I’d have won you.

I’ll bet you never thought I’d try – your mouth, my love, was open wide. You’ve got me nailing walls, I’m hanging from the ceiling! Even as I held her she went out looking for someone. Three lines of traffic edge past The Ministry of Social Affairs.

I’m running split head I’m reeling Me-Jane I’m trying To make sense of your screaming Don’t lord it on me Don’t lord it on me Don’t lord it over me Tarzan, I’m pleading, stop your fucking screaming! Medicinals I was walking through the National Mall thinking about medicinals and how they used to grow there when the ground was a marshland, undisturbed by human hands, and I heard their voices; the sumac said, Missed He should not be hid He’s just too big In a cloud Please come down I’d put stars at your feet put Mars at your head show yourself to me and I’d believe I’d moan and I’d weep fall silent when you speak I’d burst it full to the brim Mary lost her head and let it bleed came crying back to me . There’s the bus depot to the right levelled like a building site those are the children’s cries from the dark these are the words written under the arch scratched in the wall in biro pen: The Ministry of Social Affairs See them sitting in the rain as the sky is darkening.

Soldiers, standing in a line, the damp earth underneath, holding their rifles high. Broken Harp Please don’t reproach me for how empty my life has become I don’t know what really happened I watched your disappointment at being misunderstood I forgive you Something metal is tearing my stomach out if you think ill of me Can you forgive me too?

It rattled the bones of the Light Horsemen still lying out there in the open as we, advancing in the sun sing, Angelene My first name, Angelene. Love for money is my sin – any man calls, I’ll let him in. Dear God, life ain’t kind – people getting born and dying, but I’ve heard there’s joy untold laying open on that road in front of me. Beautiful Feeling Sometimes I can see for miles Through water and fire From England to America I feel life meet my eyes And it’s the best thing A beautiful feeling A smile from San Diego He is still a boy Two ends to every rainbow And a train from Mexico But he’s the best thing A beautiful feeling And when I watch you move And I can’t think straight And I am silenced And I can’t think straight It’s the best thing such a beautiful feeling I don’t need much and the older I become I realise my friendships will carry me over any cause of strangeness and any cause of distance The friends that last will dance one more time with me I don’t need much but this I need Big Exit Look out ahead, see danger come I want a pistol, I want a gun I’m scared baby, I want to run this world’s crazy, give me the gun Baby, baby, ain’t it true I’m immortal when I’m with you but I want a pistol in my hand I want to go to different lands I met a man, he told me straight Too many cops, too many guns all trying to do something no-one else has done I walk on concrete, I walk on sand but I can’t find a safe place to stand I’m scared baby, I want to run this world’s crazy, give me the gun Bitter Branches Bitter branches spreading out. Into the white world it grows, twisting its roots, a swarm of bees, twisting under soldiers’ feet. Hold up the clear glass and look through; soldiers standing in formation, the damp earth underneath, holding their rifles high. Their arms as bitter branches spreading into the white world. Till the light shines on me I damn to hell every second you breathe.

There are no birds singing There are no trees to sing from. See this winged boy falling falling out of something hits the drug I’m needing Arrows that he’s turning need to keep this feeling slow drug in the morning With the headlights burning looking up for something something that we’re needing Still the question lingers I twist it round my fingers could you be my calling? Die without a trial Die on Good Friday While holding each other tight This is kind of about you This is kind of about me We just kind of lost our way But we were looking to be free But one day we’ll float Take life as it comes When Under Ether The ceiling is moving moving in time like a conveyor belt above my eyes When under ether the mind comes alive conscious of nothing but the will to survive I lay on the bed waist down undressed look up at the ceiling feeling happiness Human kindness The woman beside me is holding my hand I point at the ceiling she smiles so kind Something’s inside me unborn and unblessed disappears in the ether this world to the next Human kindness White Chalk White chalk hills are all I’ve known White chalk hills will rot my bones White chalk sticking to my shoes White chalk playing as a child with you White chalk south against time White chalk cutting down the sea at Lyme I walk the valleys by the Cerne on a path cut fifteen hundred years ago and I know these chalk hills will rot my bones Dorset’s cliffs meet at the sea where I walked, our unborn child in me White chalk, gorse-scattered land scratch my palms – there’s blood on my hands Who the Fuck? Get out of my hair Who the fuck do you think you are coming round here?

Happy and Bleeding She burst, dropped off picked the fruit, and realised I’m naked, I’m naked too So cover my body, dress it fine hide my, in linen and lace been sewing since time began More than the hills more than the trees more than the mountains, you More than I can see in front of me more than the mountains, you so fruit flower myself inside out I’m happy and bleeding for you fruit flower myself inside out I’m tired and I’m bleeding for you This fruit was bruised, dropped off and blue out of season, happy and bleeding long overdue too early and it’s late too mind and body, I would and I would not do so fruit flower myself inside out I’m happy and bleeding for you fruit flower myself inside out I’m tired and I’m bleeding for you fig, fruit, flower myself inside out for you Horses in my Dreams Horses in my dreams like waves, like the sea They pull out of here they pull, they are free I rode a horse around the world along the tracks of a train broke the record, found the gold set myself free again I have pulled myself clear Horses in my dreams like waves, like the sea On the tracks of a train set myself free again I have pulled myself clear I Think I’m a Mother You think you’ll come over? As the world keeps coming And the bees keep humming I’ll keep running Flowers I can do without I don’t wanna be tied down White material will stain My pocket knife’s gotta shiny blade I’m not trying to cause a fuss I just wanna make my own fuck-ups I’m not trying to break your heart I’m just trying not to fall apart River Anacostia Oh, my Anacostia – do not sigh, do not weep – beneath the overpass your saviour’s waiting patiently walking on the water, that flow with poisons from the naval yard. The Slow Drug Blue now is the colour love the drug I’m needing got to keep this feeling With the headlights burning we’re looking up for something answers on the ceiling Watching out the windows watch the way the wind blows soon it will be morning Still the question lingers I twist it round my fingers could you be my calling? You must leave before the sunrise over skyscrapers. Victory I stumble in and in you fit me with those angel wings send me gold, set me high set it up till I’m in the sky and the storm is gone and the temperature’s high and delight is dining at my table till I think ha, ha, ha, how lucky we are an angel at my table, God in my car get it at sea, take a ship I’d christen her ‘Victory’, she’d make it Waterwater, I’m walking on water nighing on eleven years taking it into my head living by the right lines reading what the very man said water, I’m walking on water nighing on eleven years taking it into my head Mary, Mary drop me softly I’ve been reading what your very man said nighing on eleven years taking it into my head leave my clothes on the beach I’m walking down into the sea prove it to me now the water to my ankles now the water to my knees think of him all waxy wings melted down into the sea Mary, Mary what your man said washing in all over my head Mary, Mary hold on tightly over water, under the sea water, I’m walking on water We Float We wanted to find love We wanted success Until nothing was enough Until my middle name was excess And somehow I lost touch When you went out of sight When you got lost into the city Got lost into the night I was in need of help Heading to black out Till someone told me, You shop-lifted as a child I had a model’s smile You carried all my hopes Until something broke inside But now we float Take life as it comes So will we die of shock?

Oh dearest young man, teach me sweetheart how to love you. You’ve got me lying, you’ve got me leaving home, you’ve got me crying when I’m alone. When I’m not with you I dream of my hair falling out. 10,000 willing pilots flying –interfacing space and beyond. Beyond all reason, beyond all my hopes the call of duty – another war zone. Three notes, a bugle call – a black man in overalls arrives to empty the trash, hauls it to a metal hatch, a doorway opens up to the underworld. O Stella Stella-Marie you’re my star Stand on ground look up at her Just hanging in the gold stone Just hanging there face froze But I think I see her smiling Stella-Marie you’re my star In your blue, blue tavern you light my lantern O Stella’s large, pink on her face It’s glowing this place A place for heroes only Stella-Marie you’re my star I pin you to my chest, sell you to the rest I kiss her gown Send those angels down to woo me now I think I see her smiling Oh My Lover Oh my lover, don’t you know it’s alright. Just another before you go away, oh my lover, why don’t you just say my name? On Battleship Hill’s caved in trenches, a hateful feeling still lingers, even now, 80 years later. the sun doesn’t shine down here in shadow house and home who thought they could take away that place? I took a plane to a foreign land and said, Beneath a mountain’s jagged shelves cloaked with snow and shadows sheer plates tipped up upon themselves the pain of 50 million years and mules and goats were running wild. I’ve travelled over dry earth and floods, hell and high water, to bring you my love.

All I want to do and all I want to grow up to be is all caught up with you – look what you’re doing to me! Where the fuck was I looking when all his horses came in and he built a whole army of kamikaze? See the people coming, lumbering over the grass to squeeze into plastic chairs, near the memorials to Vietnam and Lincoln. On Battleship Hill The scent of Thyme carried on the wind, stings your face into remembering that nature has won again. On Battleship Hill I hear the wind, Say, One Line Do you remember the first kiss ? the sun doesn’t shine down here, no white and black are you looking for the sun boy? I’ll smooth it nicely – rub it better ’til it bleeds. An orange monkey on a chain on a bleak uneven track told me that to understand you must travel back in time.

Joe Joe, ain’t you my buddy thee stay with me when I fall and die always thought you’d come rushing in to clear the shit out of my eyes Joe ain’t you my buddy thee lay my enemies out in lines come in close and I’ll wash your feet with my hair I’ll mop them dry Joe, you be my buddy please in this hell and dead-lock time when I’m trussed in that headache tree cut me down with your silver knife Pitiful Joy. He drove fast through the night and looked at his angel where she lay resting her head, and he closed her eyes. Much to discover, I know you don’t have the time but oh my lover, don’t you know it’s alright. You can’t make me be a wife How the world just turns and turns How does anybody learn? Packs of sandy-coloured dogs walked streets that looked like building sites, but piles of rocks and dust and smog could not block out a different light. The Piano Hit her with a hammer teeth smashed in red tongues twitching look inside a skeleton My fingers sting where I feel your fingers have been ghostly fingers moving my limbs Oh god I miss you! I have lain with the devil and cursed God above, forsaken heaven to bring you my love. Get your comb out of there – combing out my hair I’m not like other girls You can’t straighten my curls I’m not like other girls You can’t straighten my curls Who the fuck you tryin’ to be?

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