Rufus Wainwright lyrics

Natasha

You walk alone in the valley of life
in the shadow of love under the trees of happiness
You walk alone like a baby unborn
like a father unknown
like a pocket penniless
I'm happy that you really care
but do you really know
how scary
this is for you and is for me?
oh do you you really know?
do you really know? oh..
Natasha
All I can do
Is write a song for you
Natasha
Oh Natasha
For you i sit alone on the cozy ground floor
on a bench by the garden
waiting also
waiting for love and thinking of all of the
catty remarks I also swallow
And as i've often asked before
does anyobody know
how scary
this is for you and is for me?
does anybody know?
anybody know? oh...
Natahsa
All I can do
Is write a song for you
Natasha
~Oh Natasha
All I can do
Is write a song for you
Natasha

My name is Rob and I am a poemster
It's been nine days since my last post
But I have not given up the ghost
I have been doing other stuff
Life has lately been tough
Getting ready for winter and snow
Battling things that all of you know
But you shouldn't count me out
Cause I am a devout

poemster

motherfucker

sorry about I thought that it needed the little extra zing
that only a motherfucker could bring

I love my kids birthdays better than my own.

We celebrated Tommy's eighth birthday yesterday and he got some good stuff.
Of course he wanted more.This is the part I don't like.But I understand it especially because he is a kid.I guess everybody always wants more but it's just that kids aren't adept at curbing emotions.Heck, I think kids are raw emotion.It bothers me because if it doesn't ruin the happiness it certainly taints it sufficiently.Hey maybe I'm expecting too much(wanting more) of children because it does bother me(not happy).

Oh well,Caroline's birthday is next week and then there is Christmas to look forward to more unhappiness and unfulfilled gift lists.Oh joy!

How do you convince kids that they have it pretty good?

I wish to thank a woman
I hope she’s not a myth
For making all those apples
Thank you Granny Smith

I bought a dozen of your apples
They were locally grown
It was nice to hear that
I prefer that to being flown

They were good sized apples
And the color it was green
A waxy coating gave them
An inviting pearly sheen

I haven’t been very happy
With most apples as of late
But I was glad I bought these
Because they tasted great

Tomorrow I’ll return to
The liitle country store
Where I bought your apples
And I’ll purchase more.

Thanks Granny

When I was about ten years old I walked down the road to the park and on the way, by a concrete bridge that went over a small stream was a bushel of flounder.Why would anyone leave a bushel of fish here in the road I wondered?But only for a second.

Flounder or flatfish are just that,flat and about a foot in diameter and about a half inch thick.I took the flounder and started to place them in the road and went over the edge of the bridge to hide and await the passage of some automobiles to see what would happen.Sure enough a car went by and ran over some of the fish and sent them flying over my head.It was pretty cool.I was the inventor of flounder rocket technology and envisioned myself as a soldier dodging incoming mortar rounds sent by the enemy.I collected them and replaced them back into the road as long as they remained "serviceable" I think would be the appropriate word in todays terms.More cars went by and I was able to amuse myself with my war games for the afternoon.

I saw the last time I was down there they had redone the little bridge and it would not be possible to recreate the event as the bridge is now solidly made of stone.I'm not too sure that all the pieces of the puzzle would ever really be in place again in a hundred million years anyway.I just think it would be unlikely.

I watched that movie Wonder Boys the other day and one scene keeps coming back to me.It's the one where Michael Douglas and Robert Downey are riding in a car to find the Ford Fairlane 500 that Vernon stole back from M.D.

my best recollection is:

Douglas: Something he said eluded to the fact that it might be his car.

Downey: What did he say?

Douglas: That's my car motherfucker!

I love the well placed curseword,myself.Overuse is bullshit, but ah, the well placed curseword is magical in and of itself.It can take an ordinary,uninteresting statement and make it something that sticks with you and makes you chuckle when your by yourself or maybe in a public place such as in line at a bank.That's my car.See,it doesn't work at all.It is not memorable.That's my car,motherfucker!And say it like this.That's my car....moth..a...fuck..a! See what I mean?Beautiful.

four thiry this morning
can't sleep so I'm feeling
I'll go downstairs
fix a cup of darjeeling

put my feet on the desk
let my thoughts roam
keyboard on my lap
I'll type up a poem

what to write
I'll need a topic
something funny
or perhaps, myopic

it's still dark outside
so, oh I don't know
I can't just makeup
where my mind wants to go

ten minutes later
and I'm almost done
this was a quicky
and it was fun

just a word of caution
for you to beware
if you've ever heard these words
from someone saying that they're

going to "fix your ass"
they do not intend to repair
an ailing sphincter or anal cavity
most certainly al contraire

in fact,be sure, the intents not good
and I would say that's a fair
assessment of their designs
for your backside, your derriere