Do you want to become something, for a little while?
Posted by davidawesomelandscaping
Dissolving into the sky
revolving life’s lone
earth.
Being nothing
for as long as it takes
to feel something.
I am captured and dying
crashing through painted landscapes
while tipping my hat
to the painter.
What? Is it the Zappa thing?
I lived with a guy for two years (!!!) who loved Zappa.
LOVED, like, LOVED.

July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
Melancholy springs to mind , however one is drawn to these words and one feels the need to read them again and again to get an insight into the writers mind. Bravo jolly good show old chap.
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
<3
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
This reminds me of
a song my dad listened to.
A bit ironic, but cool.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ET8zhjeYMs
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
I am something…. Speak for your fracking self Bukaroo…. Or whatever, really… I am just rambling, as always…. I actualy like this one, an unusualy nice flow to it….
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
Yes I think I did, or it took me to places I have glimpsed on inward outward types of journeying.
Is it ourselves that can paint such imagery, as we colour & embellish our reality?
With zero sensory input we can see, feel & experience things that deify any logical metaphor.
Is there more in here than out there?
I am a bit of a tripper however, that is kinda what I took from it.
I do like it, I guess I cant help seeing Lucy up there with diamonds.
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
Sounds like some deja vu or dreaming while looking at an painting in a gallery. Strong words, gets one’s minding floating too.
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
No. Right now I would much rather disolve. Nice write.
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
This I like, I can picture this soaring scene, takes me to many places
by my change in attitude.
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
Sounds like the events of my death
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
Like this. Disconnected, flying feel to it, smashing mirrors between landscapes and stuff. Very Lucy.
LOVE Zappa’s Discharge Party Hats
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
very philosophical,i feel this is coming from a person who has truly mastered art of using words to share the most profound truth in a poetic manner.
answering this question was fruitful as i learnt something new.
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
I thought we had to be nothing before we could be something?
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
You ever read one of those poems that make you think the speaker is standing behind you looking over your shoulder, and being the voice in your head?
I just did.
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
very nice
i’m thinking road trip
even if the land and waterscape
will be mostly greys, blacks, browns and blues
My Mother introduced me to
the Mothers of Invention
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
I keep reading this over and over. Can’t seem to stop. The more I read the more words and images flow through my mind.
I am captivated!
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
Sounds like being in a highly meditative state, and if read often enough, will put you into one! Tipping your hat to the painter on your way out….very nice touch.
ma
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
Paradoxically, Zappa used a wah-wah pedal but usually kept it on one setting and didn’t rock it to get the "wah" effect. One has to wonder why Zappa avoided the wahs!
"You bleed just to know you’re alive"
-The Goo Goo Dolls
"I coulda been somebody…I coulda been a contender".
-Marlon Brando
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
"dissolving into the sky……"
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
i’ve always thought death sorta feels that way
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
I am not what I appear to be, anyway.
You motivate me.
Zappa again!!??
He named his child "Moon Unit".
Perhaps he was a moron
(for a little while).
–
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:27 am
me can only tip my hat to you.. poem writer.
my friend-girl has crash on your writes..
she begged me to ask you : why dont you gather these writes in a book.. and give it the title [ how to write 'excellency' in poems] ??..
she says : when i start read buk’s poem.. i have to be nothing to receive all that he is tosses .. until me becomes the very captured picture. live those loocy moments.. then tip my hat to him.
me enjoys your writing very much .. mr. buk.. my compliments..