Got drunk and went on a rant. Sharing my pain and anger.
#1
Started off writing a country song and then just devolved into a long intense gripe.


First let me preface this with.  I don't speak women like this.  I just speak about one person like this, so please don't judge me a bigot. 


And this is not intended to be good or anything other than I drank some bourbon and let it out. 

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I was born the son of dreams. America's where you can be
Anything you dream to be. Just work hard son and you will see.
 
I've smoked all that could be smoked
and drank all that could be drunk.
 
I've laid awake for endless nights
thinking all that could be thunk.
 
Been here and there and everywhere
looking for a place called home
close to my heart and call it home but
it turned out to be a mad woman's fold
 
I've danced with the bride of madness.
She had the most sincerest smile and laugh,
her tongue pursed coy between her teeth
Her eyes were like the rarest jewel.  a green eyed Elvin queen.
And every time I laid with her I woke up in resplendent  dream.
But later on in therapy she told me she was lying.
She only did that so I would love her

I thought I had the girl of my dreams, and she danced the waltz of sadness.
But once I wed her and gave her my soul she weaved a tail of madness.
 
And the maddest of the mad they craziest of the crazy
Something I never through to think was just how I would buy into her reality.
the slightest slight was a knife to the heart and a suggestion a damning insult.
Id seen her write off her father, her brother and her sister. 
A shotgun blast iconoclast to a photo of her mother.
 
Her father left when she was 10 and kicked her out the car door when
She said she hated his new woman who tore apart the home she knew.
Her mother drank and ate those pills and worked her thang the way she knew
She sold her out when she was 12 to her stepson's lust and lied to the doctors when she tried to kill herself.
 
Her brother never had his own identity. I guess thats why he makes his livin doing pretend voices,
 his father left 'fore he was born his mother tried to kill herself when he was in utero.
 
Her other brother is her uncle's son, been drunk since 1991.
Her sister drove a good man mad, left him for a plastic dad.
 
But when I met her she was so strong, because thats what I wanted her to be.
She told me so, she did it to make me lover her 

I thought I had a partner, 
But I married her father, her mother her brother. 
 
Her father was a cheating lazy son'uf'a'bitch  who sucked the life out of his spouses.
 
her father spent her mothers, pension then left her for another.  then he spent the new ones savings on an ice factory in Vietnam. His latest one's inheritance funded his daughter's divorce. 
 
He works one day out of the week and reads the paper and pretends to work.
 
Meanwhile I worked my fingers to the bone I broke my back  in 2004 and sold my soul.
 
After we split up.. I read her daybook from 2003. It said.
"New Plan... Anytime his back hurts make a big deal out of it and get really angry at him."
  
had I known that she wrote that I wouldn't have married her, or at least right now I hope that I would not. But I probably would have anyway, because I wanted to be her savior. 
 
But she did so much nasty shit. My friend even made fun of it before we wed.
 
I would have done it anyway.
I even had to ask her to be nice to me for at least 24 hours so I could propose.
 
She killed her last boyfriend at 25 . His name was Karl Karl Karl. The crows in my my nightmare cawed. Karl Karl karl!!
She left him for another woman, who they had double teamed.
 
2 months later he died of a heart attack,...
She always said it to me like it was a mystery.
 
You killed him you bitch.
You broke his heart and destroyed his soul.
And he overdosed on Cocaine.
 
                                 But it should come as no surprise that your new girlfriend left you when the chips were down.
                She left you for a pastor woman friend who screwed you because that's what you deserve.
She saw you for what you are: a worthless piece of shit
She was mentally healthy and ran for the hills
when she saw you hit rock bottom she did the smart thing and hooked up with your pastor friend.  
 
Half educated redneck, didn't know shit from shinola.
A man said "a salaam alaikum" and you said "Ah Sam a lama Gora" As if you were quoting Neil Diamond from Brother Love's traveling salvation show.
 
You didn't know shit.
 you Texas hick, Fucking family is straight up textbook Jerry Springer incestuous. 
Mother fucking uncles, for real.  Brother is uncle spawn.  
Grandfather Pastor Fran used to read those muscle mags and touched aunt Sally and Marcy and even Papa pastor Franz.   
And Gramma Maud kept her trap shut because you mid-western savages pulled out her mother's teeth.
Same as your other Gramma. they pulled out her teeth and locked her up.
Then your uncles had their way with their sister, your mother, for years and years and years until she got knocked up by one of her brothers and then married the first sap she met who wasn't her bother.  
 
No wonder she could't protect you when your step brother came for you when you were 12.
No wonder you were fucked in the head for life after that. 
She lied to your father and the shrinks to save her ass and keep custody. 
 
They said it was consensual.  And it probably was.
But she still should have stopped it, because you were too young
 
But you have to blame  someone. 
Like you blame me now.
when I met you it was your father.
then your mother
then me.
 
But the only one to blame is you. For doing the things you did to me.
for fucking everything that moved from junior high to today,   
You latched on like a leach.
You took my families love and you treated them like dog shit,
because you were angry at your family for being so fucked up.
 
You even posted on Facebook that you get angry around the holidays seeing my family be happy and normal.
Angry and jealous that you didn't get normal.

You got incest and divorce and neglect.
 
Well fuck you for not appreciating it.
 
Instead of being resentful  you could have appreciated it instead of reading some crazy ill will into every kindness my family extended to you.
 
You fucking crazy ass bitch.
 
When my mom offers to go shipping with you it was an act of kindness not an invasion.
 
No one in my family has ever told you off.
no matter how much you fucking deserved it.
 
You used them.
took them for all they had.
 
You said my mom had crazy eyes.
That's not true.
its because she saw you for what you are.
A crazy ass bitch and she looked at you with  fear because she didn't know what you would do.
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
#2
If you'd like members to read, "comment or rewrite or whatever", you might consider first doing the same for a few of them, it's the pigpen way. Thumbsup ella/admin
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#3
Wow. An internet rant. Somethings.... #notpoetic.

I took a dump today, but opted not to share. Oh, wait i just did it. Darn it.
#4
(02-08-2017, 12:47 PM)QDeathstar Wrote:  Wow. An internet rant. Somethings.... #notpoetic.

I took a dump today, but opted not to share. Oh, wait i just did it. Darn it.

Hysterical
billy wrote:welcome to the site. make it your own, wear it like a well loved slipper and wear it out. ella pleads:please click forum titles for posting guidelines, important threads. New poet? Try Poetic DevicesandWard's Tips

#5
I didn't really want any of that.
So I edited it out.  

I just wanted to let it out, share my pain and my anger. 

If I did want critique I would have posted this in one of the three critiquing sections.  
But there's really nothing to critique. 

But I appreciate the feedback. 

Also, Qtagdeathstar.. I especially appreciate the hashtag insults.  Very presidential.
#6
if you don't state that you don't wish feedback, people are free to give it, or critique as they see fit.

your first line:

my mom and pa who worked so hard I always was so trying.

sorta stopped me from reading anymore. in novice i would have said watch out for bad syntax [yoda speak] .

bu, i continued and found the cliche to jar more than it should.

the only line i enjoyed was the pastor fran line.
#7
(02-08-2017, 03:36 PM)billy Wrote:  if you don't state that you don't wish feedback, people are free to give it, or critique as they see fit.

your first line:

my mom and pa who worked so hard I always was so trying.

sorta stopped me from reading anymore. in novice i would have said watch out for bad syntax [yoda speak] .

bu, i continued and found the cliche to jar more than it should.

the only line i enjoyed was the pastor fran line.
yeah I totally agree that line makes me want to stop reading it too.
I had to delete those first two lines. They were just too bad. I left the rest in all it's terrible glory.

Yeah, Pastor Fran was born into madness and he bred madness. A true man of god.

But it did spawn an actual thought out piece.
#8
My impression is that the writing improved with the accumulation of bourbon in your bloodstream. You started off writing a country song (bad idea, even the good ones are unoriginal) then as the booze set in you started to find your own voice. Look at it again with sober eyes and separate the shit from the insights.

Paul 

(02-08-2017, 11:34 AM)canofworms Wrote:  Started off writing a country song and then just devolved into a long intense gripe.


First let me preface this with.  I don't speak women like this.  I just speak about one person like this, so please don't judge me a bigot. 


And this is not intended to be good or anything other than I drank some bourbon and let it out. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


 
I was born the son of dreams. America's where you can be
Anything you dream to be. Just work hard son and you will see.
 
I've smoked all that could be smoked
and drank all that could be drunk.
 
I've laid awake for endless nights
thinking all that could be thunk.
 
Been here and there and everywhere
looking for a place called home
close to my heart and call it home but
it turned out to be a mad woman's fold
 
I've danced with the bride of madness.
She had the most sincerest smile and laugh,
her tongue pursed coy between her teeth
Her eyes were like the rarest jewel.  a green eyed Elvin queen.
And every time I laid with her I woke up in resplendent  dream.
But later on in therapy she told me she was lying.
She only did that so I would love her

I thought I had the girl of my dreams, and she danced the waltz of sadness.
But once I wed her and gave her my soul she weaved a tail of madness.
 
And the maddest of the mad they craziest of the crazy
Something I never through to think was just how I would buy into her reality.
the slightest slight was a knife to the heart and a suggestion a damning insult.
Id seen her write off her father, her brother and her sister. 
A shotgun blast iconoclast to a photo of her mother.
 
Her father left when she was 10 and kicked her out the car door when
She said she hated his new woman who tore apart the home she knew.
Her mother drank and ate those pills and worked her thang the way she knew
She sold her out when she was 12 to her stepson's lust and lied to the doctors when she tried to kill herself.
 
Her brother never had his own identity. I guess thats why he makes his livin doing pretend voices,
 his father left 'fore he was born his mother tried to kill herself when he was in utero.
 
Her other brother is her uncle's son, been drunk since 1991.
Her sister drove a good man mad, left him for a plastic dad.
 
But when I met her she was so strong, because thats what I wanted her to be.
She told me so, she did it to make me lover her 

I thought I had a partner, 
But I married her father, her mother her brother. 
 
Her father was a cheating lazy son'uf'a'bitch  who sucked the life out of his spouses.
 
her father spent her mothers, pension then left her for another.  then he spent the new ones savings on an ice factory in Vietnam. His latest one's inheritance funded his daughter's divorce. 
 
He works one day out of the week and reads the paper and pretends to work.
 
Meanwhile I worked my fingers to the bone I broke my back  in 2004 and sold my soul.
 
After we split up.. I read her daybook from 2003. It said.
"New Plan... Anytime his back hurts make a big deal out of it and get really angry at him."
  
had I known that she wrote that I wouldn't have married her, or at least right now I hope that I would not. But I probably would have anyway, because I wanted to be her savior. 
 
But she did so much nasty shit. My friend even made fun of it before we wed.
 
I would have done it anyway.
I even had to ask her to be nice to me for at least 24 hours so I could propose.
 
She killed her last boyfriend at 25 . His name was Karl Karl Karl. The crows in my my nightmare cawed. Karl Karl karl!!
She left him for another woman, who they had double teamed.
 
2 months later he died of a heart attack,...
She always said it to me like it was a mystery.
 
You killed him you bitch.
You broke his heart and destroyed his soul.
And he overdosed on Cocaine.
 
                                 But it should come as no surprise that your new girlfriend left you when the chips were down.
                She left you for a pastor woman friend who screwed you because that's what you deserve.
She saw you for what you are: a worthless piece of shit
She was mentally healthy and ran for the hills
when she saw you hit rock bottom she did the smart thing and hooked up with your pastor friend.  
 
Half educated redneck, didn't know shit from shinola.
A man said "a salaam alaikum" and you said "Ah Sam a lama Gora" As if you were quoting Neil Diamond from Brother Love's traveling salvation show.
 
You didn't know shit.
 you Texas hick, Fucking family is straight up textbook Jerry Springer incestuous. 
Mother fucking uncles, for real.  Brother is uncle spawn.  
Grandfather Pastor Fran used to read those muscle mags and touched aunt Sally and Marcy and even Papa pastor Franz.   
And Gramma Maud kept her trap shut because you mid-western savages pulled out her mother's teeth.
Same as your other Gramma. they pulled out her teeth and locked her up.
Then your uncles had their way with their sister, your mother, for years and years and years until she got knocked up by one of her brothers and then married the first sap she met who wasn't her bother.  
 
No wonder she could't protect you when your step brother came for you when you were 12.
No wonder you were fucked in the head for life after that. 
She lied to your father and the shrinks to save her ass and keep custody. 
 
They said it was consensual.  And it probably was.
But she still should have stopped it, because you were too young
 
But you have to blame  someone. 
Like you blame me now.
when I met you it was your father.
then your mother
then me.
 
But the only one to blame is you. For doing the things you did to me.
for fucking everything that moved from junior high to today,   
You latched on like a leach.
You took my families love and you treated them like dog shit,
because you were angry at your family for being so fucked up.
 
You even posted on Facebook that you get angry around the holidays seeing my family be happy and normal.
Angry and jealous that you didn't get normal.

You got incest and divorce and neglect.
 
Well fuck you for not appreciating it.
 
Instead of being resentful  you could have appreciated it instead of reading some crazy ill will into every kindness my family extended to you.
 
You fucking crazy ass bitch.
 
When my mom offers to go shipping with you it was an act of kindness not an invasion.
 
No one in my family has ever told you off.
no matter how much you fucking deserved it.
 
You used them.
took them for all they had.
 
You said my mom had crazy eyes.
That's not true.
its because she saw you for what you are.
A crazy ass bitch and she looked at you with  fear because she didn't know what you would do.
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
#9
So True Paul.  
This is what I extracted.
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"Karl Karl Karl" the crow caws
From its perch on a log outside my window.
It was April 2005 and I had yet to propose.
Again "Karl Karl Karl!" the crow cawed from the log floating by my window as the spring thaw flooded the muddy river. It swelled and surrounded the shotgun shack I built for us.
I was young and strong and defiant. I stood a modern Ulysses, polytropos without a beard. Even Mother Nature's wrath for building on her river's bed seemed a mere nuisance. Old lady across the street said, it had been over the eaves in 68 and Grandma lost her mind in 84.  I'd row my dented Jon boat a quarter mile to my Continental on the berm. I could rescue my fair maiden, my damsel, my waif, my wife, where all had failed: the doctors, her mother, her father, even God himself.
"Karl! Karl! Karl!" the crow caws outside my window, his black eyes screaming at me, head cocked to one side.
But still I sleep.  And moonlight dances on the surging river rising higher and higher. It does. The water lapping gently against the cedar shakes, making their way into my dreams.
as day breaks and I roll out of bed to find water at my feet, the window closed. I look out for my black eyed tormentor I see nothing but water surrounding the house.
I am inundated.  Echoing in my ears "Karl!"
And for a moment there I almost get it. Maybe I did and just didn't want to.
But the warning "Karl Karl Karl!" went unheeded.
I knew who he was and what happened. I knew he was dead. I knew it was because of her and what she had done to him.
And there was no mistake in my mind that the crow cried
"Karl! Karl! Karl!"
Like some Shakespeare ghost, pleading that I run away and save myself from this doom. A slow train wreck that everyone in the audience has seen coming for four hundred years.

A lilting voice come-hithers me
to bed and sweet perfume
Anon I said and walked toward
this siren song, my doom.

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