…Evening, orgers.

Uh... could we turn this up a bit?

Thanks.

Anyway… Welcome to the open mic at Le Café Org. Feel free to sit down, have a cup of chai (or spring water, if you’re into that sort of thing), put an arm around your lady or man and just… “viiibe.” Yeah, we’re all family here.

I’m gonna start us out tonight with a favorite of mine. A little something for the hopeful – some of y’all might know it. This one’s called “Prothalamium,” by Aaron Kramer…
(Ahem, ahem.)

“Come, all you who are not satisfied
as ruler in a lone, wallpapered room
full of mute birds, and flowers that falsely bloom,
and closets choked with dreams that long ago died!

Come, let us sweep the old streets--like a bride;
sweep out dead leaves with a relentless broom;
prepare for Spring, as though he were our groom
for whose light footstep eagerly we bide.

We'll sweep out shadows, where the rats long fed;
sweep out our shame--and in its place we'll make
a bower for love, a splendid marriage-bed
fragrant with flowers aquiver for the Spring.
And when he comes, our murdered dreams shall wake;
and when he comes, all the mute birds shall sing.”

Thanks for the love. Who’s next?

I went down to the org
to catch some vibes
alas, I get flamed!
oh the flames they reach so high
sometimes like a half a page
i feel the sweet snip coming on
snippy snip! snippy snip!
Thread locked!
Topic deleted!
Alas, the fight is over.


-The Mico

sippin my bubble tea...damn near gaggin on one of those jelly ball-things in it...umm, i'll be back with sumfin...

I search for political debate
on the pages of the org
but I keep getting flamed
about what I search for
Bush is the devil!
No, you are the devil!
You suck!
No, you suck!
[snip]
[snip]
Thread locked!


-The Mico

TheMico said:

Need a hug and a vodka, Miko?

everyone is equally special
so nobody really is
i'm extraordinary
like everyone isn't
better to pretend I don't know

desperate knowledge that I don't need you
and that I'm loved the most by you
and the least by me
so maybe I do

relic and a broken shell
left behind as a reminder
of what you don't need
i wish you well

i can't blame you
just a selfish blind child
don't think I care so very much
even if my eyes are blue

abandoned by claims of truth
naive belief that manmade beauty is a reflection of a beautiful man
cynicism and art in the same room
got the words but lacking proof

you're evil and I hate you
you are everybody
and you hate me too

i am big, loud, and right
and I'll tell you so
then you'll leave me
alone with the moonlight
alone and right

so I hate me too
tomorrow I will change my mind
I will find warm sand
to cover you

glass is made of sand
and glass can be used to build walls
big fragile transparent ones
that nobody will bother to break

it's not your fault
that you see with collective eyes
so I will forgive you
for placing me in this vault

I will paint the walls
and think i am special
and oh so right
in my watercolor moonlight

puttin down my cup of bubble tea...o-tay, i gotta poem. i recited it once before on the music & more forum a while back, but i just wanna go 'head and do it again:

i'm just a lowly prince geek
chart placings i know none
2 hell with what album x
placed on the charts
i just wanna have fun.

i'm just a lowly prince geek
different eras i know lots
i'm quite fluent
from '78 till '81
(4 that era, i have the hots).

i'm just a lowly prince geek
4 old pictures i search
some of 'em make folks laugh & gag
others, folks wanna besmirch.

i'm just a lowly prince geek
certain bootleggs i can't recommend
i only own a handful
but if u hook me up, i'll be
yo friend.

some prince geex know about live stuff
others know about the beats
still, others know about rehearsals and such
and why "all my dreams" is so neat
i know less about things than others
but still probably more than u

i'm just a piddly
barrel-bottom
dirty mind-worshipin
lowly prince geek

...and i love it this way, 2.

thankyouthankyou.




takin a bow...walkin away from the mic

Ahem, cough cough.

I'm a tad nervous about reading my work to you people, it feels like one has bared one's soul.

But here goes...




Roses are red
Violet's are blue
I'll be back in 5
Cos' I need a poo!

Thankyou.




walks towards toilet in hand

I call this "Skeleton Joke #3."

So a Skeleton walks into a bar...and the bartender says, "what'll be mac?"

And the skeleton says, "I'll have a beer please...and a mop."

:LOL: :LOL: :LOL: :LOL: :LOL:

teller said:

laughin so hard tea squirts outta my nose




...damn, anybody gotta napkin?

Hey, hey, hey over there! What… Do y’all think my café is some sort of limerick dive for drunken Prince fans or something!?!? This is a very well cultured establishment! Be careful or I’ll cut ya!

Now, who’s next onstage?

teller said:

Nice!

the rain drops raps against
my window like tips

of fingers. i just saw
it is raining where you are.

i wonder if you can hear
it over the chattering

of my heartbeat. somewhere
a man is kissing a woman

like he loves her and
it is not here. not in

this purple room whose walls
are still painted

with the shadows
of our bodies together.

i almost get lost in the memory
of you then, like the rain,

i stop. and the only thing
i am left with is the sound

of your fingers typing the
email you just sent me

and the wish that i didn't
still love you

so that when you do come back
i won't get hurt, again.

(sorry all this rain is making me dansa, pass the bubble tea this way!)
[This message was edited Fri Mar 28 14:26:31 PST 2003 by Phoenixxx]

teller said:

teller said:

Groan...