arielsgoddess
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- Jul 22, 2009
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Sanctimonius Ramblings (for MightyMike McGee)
Maybe you shoulda been a priest
You have the right instincts with me
You make me feel guilty for my excesses of speech
My writing, like my speaking, too much
Unless I make myself affected for the piece
I think I am the 8th deadly sin: Communication
I should be in a commune instead or a convent
Maybe three people know that I almost ranaway
To be a nun when I was twenty--and you're # 3
Because 3 is your number and 8 is mine
And Blackberry is 10, which means it's not good
For either one of us--so stop making me feel guilty
With your damn electronic personal assistant
Whom I try hard not to resent like a mobile girlfriend
That never lets me get past her to talk with you
Can't we both agree to blame it on the Blackberry
Than for us both to be hypocrites any other way
Me to you for not being able to afford the technology
And you, Mr. International Celebrity Slampoet, to me
For having too much to say or want to share with you
Like today, when it was Sunday and I waited a week
To talk to you, and three days to read your book
Which finally came in the mail--on Friday morning
I hadn't been longing for the mail since I was a kid
And I waited painfully long for you not to be too busy for me
All through the week, since our first and last talking
Everytime I think of you I smile and anticipate hopefully
What will be a real connection, flowing alive between us
Surprise! This morning you call me, and my breath stops
It's Sunday and it feels to me like sacrilege
If I talk to you before I finish reading your book
Like you were going to quiz me on my catechism
No, I know that you are not like that, even with me
It's just that with you I never want to feel ingenuine
Like an injenue that will never be one of your inner circle
So I read the book, and I surf while waiting to talk to you
Because, like a fool, by not answering I missed my chance
Perhaps, right now, my worst fear with you is that:
That I will miss my chance because I am not paying attention
Or that fear will make me choke at a critical moment when I am
And it will be me that loses your attention by not being braver
So I am now doubly the fool, as I find-out that you already knew
Red Dwarf and so many other details significant to who I've been
But that I thought were too different and scorned by who I've been with
That would have saved me alot of 'talking' in my emails, my confessional
For the sins that I have been accused of, that I am trying to save myself from
And end-up being the someone that doesn't have to explain anymore
To end-up with someone that isn't irritated to connect with me
Even through a Blackberry, in a bathroom, on a Sunday with his buddies........
Sigh. Maybe I shoulda been a nun.
Maybe you shoulda been a priest
You have the right instincts with me
You make me feel guilty for my excesses of speech
My writing, like my speaking, too much
Unless I make myself affected for the piece
I think I am the 8th deadly sin: Communication
I should be in a commune instead or a convent
Maybe three people know that I almost ranaway
To be a nun when I was twenty--and you're # 3
Because 3 is your number and 8 is mine
And Blackberry is 10, which means it's not good
For either one of us--so stop making me feel guilty
With your damn electronic personal assistant
Whom I try hard not to resent like a mobile girlfriend
That never lets me get past her to talk with you
Can't we both agree to blame it on the Blackberry
Than for us both to be hypocrites any other way
Me to you for not being able to afford the technology
And you, Mr. International Celebrity Slampoet, to me
For having too much to say or want to share with you
Like today, when it was Sunday and I waited a week
To talk to you, and three days to read your book
Which finally came in the mail--on Friday morning
I hadn't been longing for the mail since I was a kid
And I waited painfully long for you not to be too busy for me
All through the week, since our first and last talking
Everytime I think of you I smile and anticipate hopefully
What will be a real connection, flowing alive between us
Surprise! This morning you call me, and my breath stops
It's Sunday and it feels to me like sacrilege
If I talk to you before I finish reading your book
Like you were going to quiz me on my catechism
No, I know that you are not like that, even with me
It's just that with you I never want to feel ingenuine
Like an injenue that will never be one of your inner circle
So I read the book, and I surf while waiting to talk to you
Because, like a fool, by not answering I missed my chance
Perhaps, right now, my worst fear with you is that:
That I will miss my chance because I am not paying attention
Or that fear will make me choke at a critical moment when I am
And it will be me that loses your attention by not being braver
So I am now doubly the fool, as I find-out that you already knew
Red Dwarf and so many other details significant to who I've been
But that I thought were too different and scorned by who I've been with
That would have saved me alot of 'talking' in my emails, my confessional
For the sins that I have been accused of, that I am trying to save myself from
And end-up being the someone that doesn't have to explain anymore
To end-up with someone that isn't irritated to connect with me
Even through a Blackberry, in a bathroom, on a Sunday with his buddies........
Sigh. Maybe I shoulda been a nun.
