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Titanic-Lover Aug 2013
"Olympic,what was my sister like?
Did the people make her grand?"
"Yes,my darling,she was fine,
The finest in the land.
No one else was like her,
No one had her creed,
I knew within my very heart
The life that she could lead!
I sent my best of wishes to her
On a tenth of April day
She sailed away into the sun,
Nothing stood in her way.
Oh,Brittanic,my darling,
I wish that you did know
The spark of pride she sent in the air
Where'er she did go.
The air around her seemed electrically charged
With her undeniable glory
I watched from afar,
Knowing she'd make a front page story!
I felt pride within my soul
When people would stop to gaze
My sister was so beautiful and bound for happy days!"
"Olympic,why did my sister die?
Why couldn't I see her face?
We wait among happy people,
She's in a somber place."
"Brittanic,my dearest baby,
I cannot tell a lie
You must put up with this old girl,
And know that I shall cry.
I cannot think of my sister
Without my vision clouding with tears
I have been without her for so very long,
So many pain-filled years.
The day I heard that horrible truth
Will be etched forever in my heart.
The day I lost my beloved sister
With which I never wished to part.
When I received news of her sinking
I raced across the waves
Hoping I'd be able to say 'good-bye'
On her very last of days.
Oh,but I didn't get there quick enough!
I didn't have enough speed!
The Captain ordered me to give up hope,
An order I didn't want to heed!
I had raced across the blackened surf
Pressing to see how fast I could go,
Now the Captain ordered me to stop,
I hope you'll know the love I did know.
I wanted to go to that very spot
Where my sister's life did end,
A glorious lady with a glorious heart,
All ended by a word called 'sin'.
He hurt me with his ruthless order
Ceasing my propellers purpose-driven churn
My anger at him burned in my soul
I didn't want to obey a command
He was forcing me to learn!!
But,he forced me to learn
Forced me to turn away
Forced me to live without saying
"Farewell"
Forced me to return to work that day.

"Olympic,are you mad at yourself?
Upset you never could say goodbye?
Upset you left her all alone?
All alone to die?"

"Oh,Brittanic,why must you ask such things?!
Such things that tear my heart in two!
But,answer you,I will,my darling,
Answer you,I shall do.
I have tried so vainly to forgive myself,
Yet,half my heart is plunged in grief,
It wraps around my very core
Like a strangling ivy wreath.
No one gave me a kindly look,
A sympathetic word they did not say,
Such as "Fair Olympic,you did all you could
To save your dear sister that day."
But I tried! Don't they know?
I tried to save her as across that ocean I ran!
I would of said good-bye
If not halted by a foolish man!
Yet,I never got to say 'good-bye'
Never let her know,
Titanic! My treasured sister!
How I love you so!!"

"Olympic,I hope you know I love you,
E'en though your heart is sad,
Forgive yourself,my dear mother,
You did not commit any bad.
Titanic knows you love her,
She knows you tried with all of your might
When love drove you across dangerous waves
On that perilous night.
You mustn't keep hurting a heart
That has dealt with so much bad,
Forgive yourself,Olympic,
And then you may not feel so sad.
I'm sure she is not mad
At the efforts you did make
You avoided danger the best you could,
Though your life was still at stake.
You acted with such bravery
On a night devoid of moon
You did all you could in hopes
To get to her so soon.
I love you,old Olympic,
I'm not angered at your ways
Concern for one you did love
Has lasted for years and days.
I'm sure you were the perfect sister
As you are the wonderful mother to me
I feel so proud when I see you come in
From a long,weary week at sea.
When I am old and wizened  like you,
I'll remember the pleasures I have known
From a grand lady named Olympic
Who hid a heart so alone.
I love you,my beautiful friend
And I'll recall a story behind the tears
Of perservering adoration for one
That you won't see for the rest of your years.
And,I'm sure,Fair Olympic,
When it comes time you too shall die,
You will be reunited with your sister,
For your kindness never did falter,nor lie."

"Brittanic,my dearest one,
It is a reassuring thought,
I will be so glad to see her,
For love will perish not.
But,for now,I am nothing more than
For men to hurt and command
But I shall dream now
Of a far-off and distant land.
A land where my sister resides
Where she,perhaps,waits for me
On a big eternal expanse,
A grand,forever sea.
I am sure my time is coming up,
I am over 20 years old!
The humans will not want me much longer,
I am no longer eye-catching and bold.
Twenty years old and over is not a lot,
For me,my life did really now just begin
But the humans will not want me much longer
They will make my life end.
I am no longer the fashionable steamer
That people clamor to take
I am 50,000 tons of steel
One day that the ship-yard shall break.
That is our future,my darling,
No matter the life we had,
It has happened to a good many ship,
It is so brutal and bad.
Do not think false wishes
That I shall escape this fate.
No,my baby,I shan't,
It will be either early or late."

"Oh,Olympic! They cannot **** you!
You have such a life ahead!
How could they be so cruel
And with their blows,make you dead?"

"Brittanic,my darling daughter,
To them,we are naught more than machines
We have no life,no hopes,
They don't even think we have dreams.
I could tell you so much more,dearest,
There is so much more I can say,
But the humans want me to go somewhere,
So,I shall come back one day.
Be true,my darling,while I'm gone,
Make me proud of your ways
Strike out over life,
Rejoice in the sun's rays
I shall come back again,
Don't you doubt that twice,
I have much more to tell you
And your company is so nice!"

I watched her as she sailed away
Into the slowly setting sun
Thinking of all she had told me
And the life that she had run.
The first thing she had done in life
Were joyful sails o'er the ocean blue
Then,drafted into war she was,
And cared for the soldiers too.
I loved her so very dearly,
And dreaded when we had to part,
But thoughts of meeting once again
Gradually settled my heart.
Her Captain took her one way,
Mine took me the other,
I remembered everything I saw
So I could later tell my dear mother.
Not everything was exciting
In those future trips I took,
Months were passing,but I recalled
Everything like a reference book.
So much time was passing,
Now the time was nigh,
When I 'd wait for dear Mother to come in
From the waves she did ply.
I waited and waited that first day
Sought out on the open sea,
It would be a wonderful time
When it was just her and me.
She would tell of her trip,
I would tell of mine
How proud she was to carry the flag
Of the White Star Line.
I waited and waited to see the tugs
That would pull her back to shore,
Just her and I together,
Sharing stories once more.
She didn't come in that day,
Perhaps that she was late
Taking a little longer that
The time the humans did slate.
She didn't come in that next day either
And I started to fret!
Did she come into a different dock
Than what she'd normally get?
The next day came,and far way,
I saw quite a sight.
Something that looked like a ship,
Though didn't appear quite right.
I watched the tugs pull it closer,
Yes,'twas a ship indeed.
But,what in heavens happened
To give it this somber lead?
I could tell it was grand at one time,
Yet,that seemed so long ago,
Curiousity wracked my mind,
And I wanted to know.
This somber shell came closer,
Devoid of deck and stack,
I looked toward the starboard bow
And the name
OLYMPIC
stared
back.

I couldn't think at all that moment!
My heart welled up with pain!
Olympic! My treasured mother!
I shall never see you again!
You were right about the ship-breakers!
They ruthlessly tore you apart!
Not paying any heed to your
Loving,kindly heart!
How shall I survive,
Without your beauty and your truth?!
Those ignorant men killed you
In your 25 years of youth!
Oh,I hope they be cursed
For doing something so bad,
Now I am without you
And so terribly lonely and sad!
Olympic! Olympic!
I shall say your name over and over again,
Hoping it shall bring you back
From hard-hearted sin!
I watched as they pulled you away,
My vision has clouded with tears
Yet,I keep on watching
You endured such fears.
Melancholy feelings grip my heart
I no longer have interest in life!
I have seen the meaning full and complete
Of a word you did call 'strife'.
No more stories to be shared
On a night glowing with moon,
No longer shall I see you,
Gleaming in the sun of noon!
The men have done their worst,
I shall no longer hear your horn,
Such a proud note it had
That I've remembered since I was born!!
Olympic,Olympic,I love you,
I'm so happy you got to hear those words
I'll wait and watch and listen
As the lament is echoed by sea-birds.
Those tug boats are pulling away
Taking you to the last of your fate.
I love you so much,dearest mother,
But,the ship-breakers I hate!!
You pass so slowly before me
I gaze for the last time at your sleek steel,
So strong,once you were,
But that doesn't now seem real.
With barely a ripple the water glides
Across your red and black coat
The humans are so uncaring
Thinking you are only a boat.
Good-bye,my mother dearest,
Farewell and aurevoir too,
I hope so much you are with your sister,
In the heavenly,eternal blue.
I wish you the best of happiness
For you loved your sister so,
As soon as the ship-breakers broke your heart,
I know that's where you did go.
I am so glad I heard the stories of
The life that you did live.
I am so glad I knew the love
The heart of you could give.
I hear the echo of your voice,
The tales that you could bring
The truths of your soul,
And the love that you could sing........

"Brittanic,my darling dearest,
When I was torn into by a collision with the Hawke,
It wasn't exactly pleasant,
And I had to return to dock.
The gentle men,they repaired my ****
Made me as good as new,
Then I sailed out again
Into the ocean blue.
Then,I threw a propeller blade,
Humans called me an accident-prone sort,
But,back again I went,
To be repaired at Belfast port.
That was the last time,dear daughter,
Titanic and I would be side by side
I wished it would last longer,
Yet time did not forever bide.
People took a photo
That immortalized that day
The very last time we'd be together,
Forever together,they'd say.
I hold that glorious memory
In the chambers of my heart.
Under 'lock-and-key',
Never,ever to part.
My sister and I together
Upon the ocean's crest
Glowing in the sunlight
At our next-to-best.
Oh,that moment was so long ago
Our moment side by side.
The last time we'd be together,
Before she sadly died.
The Captain thought me foolish
To plough through icy sin,
Yet,if it meant to save my sister,
I would do it all over again......"

My mother's words echoed
As she drifted away from sight.
Now she was with the one she loved
And tried to save on a 15th of April night.
I said my last good-bye to her
When the tug boats pulled her away.
This memory emblazoned fiercly
On this unforgettable day.
I watched a little longer
Wondered if there was sadness in the sea,
The Olympic-Class was over,
Now there was only me.
My mother was a masterpiece
When she was under steam.
Like a picture-postcard,
A reigning Ocean Queen.
People once loved my mother,
They sailed on only her,
But then,there came a change,
And she became a bothersome burr.
No one sought to save her
From the scrappers filth and grime,
She was wanted no longer,
Her age and fashion,her crime.
The people remembered her little
After her scrapping day
No flowers were strewn
In her solemn way.
Did any one else say 'good-bye',
Or,was I the only one?
Bading farewell to her grandeur,
And those crimes she hadn't done.
No monuments were erected
In her grand memory.
She was the daughter of Belfast,
And her second love was me.
She filled 25 years with her riches,
And also with her pride.
Filling them with love,
The love that never lied.
I always thought my mother to be
An invincible sort.
Who had no fears,or,if she did,
She left them back at port.
Her haunting words echoed
Her fortelling of her fate:

"I am nothing more than 50,000 tons of steel
For the scrappers to break...."

She said it with a certain sadness
For that was her future path,
She didn't deny  it with falsehoods
That they would tear her heart in half.
I shudder at the thought
Of the scrappers fire and tools
Who looked at my mother so eagerly
With eyes bespeaking cruel.
The company wanted her no longer,
No matter the life she had had,

"Scrapping happens to a good many ship,"
she said,
"And it is so brutal and sad."

What had she endured
In the breakers waterless dock?
Did she think of me?
Was I her final thought?
I love you,dearest mother,
There shall never be another like you
Think of you often,I will,
Upon the bounteous blue.

I am always the daughter of Olympic,
Always shall be Brittanic,
Always shall remember the love of my mother,
And the bravery of one named Titanic.
I  will always miss my mother,
And our days together in dock,
The stories she lovingly told me,
Be also under lock.
I will probably not share my stories
With many others,true,
But if the time does arise,
Share them I shall do.

"Brittanic,what was Lady Olympic like?
Did the people make her grand?"

"Yes,dear friend,she was fine,
One of the finest in the land...."
Though I am very learned in the subjects of Olympic,Titanic and Brittanic,any one who knows the story will realize many details have been left out. The reason for this is because I made it more of a 'human-interest' poem,to show the three sisters in a different light other than engine-driven steel leviathan vessels. Placing Olympic as the mother of Brittanic makes it easier,in my opinion,to gain feelings towards the matter. Yes,Brittanic was sunk in war ages before Olympic was sold to the T.W Ward shipyard,but to mix the details around makes it more interesting. I aim this prose to  spark interest in RMS Olympic,a grand lady who is remembered little.  Put yourself in the position of Brittanic and imagine the fright at seeing the demolished and scrapped vessel as her mother. When all is said and done though,I dedicate this poem to RMS  OLYMPIC. Rest In Peace,dear lady.
Seven Scythed Fathers split this Growing Bond
Yet befriended by Common Dives respect
For Growth the Appled Fortunates abscond
And reap your Good Harvest in circumspect
Such Loyalty though Honest in its brew
Hoping for his time may notice and drink
I in my Honour base mixtures in stew
Never up-polled to what he may re-think
Bless, specially, the Welsh in Cat's Charm
And slap my Donkey to walk-up and run
I found the Barter; Whose tweet's harness farm
Smiles of the Tanner and revive his fun.
Although, it would be nice to just confess
And sharpen your Profile to know at best.
#claytonhawke
Rembrin Hawke Jul 2014
7/23/2014

the plane rolls over the california mountains

we pass over homes,
and stores,
and jails

we pass over the bars,
where bitter old men go
to remind them of their sorrows

we pass the *******,
where 20 year old men go
to feel like lions

we pass the cloudy river,
where a man sits fishing for not fish,
but love

we pass the jail,
where a ***** woman sits
and prays for heaven to take her

we pass the hills,
where couples go to ****
and die

we pass the roads,
full of insensitive men,
crying women,
vomiting kids,
and clueless elders

we pass the land
which has witnessed the
genocide of a people

we pass over a thousand murderers,
and a thousand molesters,
and a thousand arsonists,
and a thousand lunatics

we pass over a land
founded on the color of white

and *** we pass over this hell,
I look towards the man on my left

a 40 something year old
business man,
reading a mag,
drinking a coke,
and sipping up his cluelessness

then there are the people behind me
indian
2 women, and a child
a mother,
daughter,
and grandchild
who must know all too well
how much of a hell we're in,
but they do not bite their thumb

for maybe this is meant to be,
maybe there is no way to escape this,
maybe there *is
no way to fix this

yet,
I do bite my tongue at the world
I do bite my tongue at humanity,
at society,
at love,
at loneliness

yes,
I bite my tongue at people

but as we pass above the clouds,
and hell slowly vanishes
beneath a film of illusion,
my thoughts do vanish,
and I no longer
am reminded of hell

© 2014 Rembrin Hawke
I've been reading quite a bit Bukowski lately, as you may possibly be able to tell. He's rubbed off on me a tad, and I'm not sure how to feel about that.
Cynicality is not a very good trait.
I should heed the Wild Warning posted since
That which those picknicked Sponsors egg so grave
As you - Sturdy **** - hem the River-Prince
And Sport his Leisure to uphold so Brave
This Friend I see - with Investitude born
Whose Alliance he knew be owned with Tact
For the Son's own Good; To clamour the Morn
And take his Rightful Inheritance back
That in Post-Episodes we Realise
To the Common Ground beheld our Intent
Our own Softened Forces we Advertise
With his Stars flare brighter by his Consent.
All the whilst, bend your Muscles in the Gym
To feel Refreshed; In accordance of him.
#claytonhawke
See you later mr Hawke
It has been a nice time knowing
You as our beloved prime minister
You had good views
You looked after the poor
You had this motto
No Australian child will be living in
Poverty from 1990
And I believe if labor was still in
There might not be Australian children
Living in poverty
You loved attending the prime ministers XI and the grand finals in
Aussie rules and rugby league
You were a larrikin
I call you a man who cared for his fellow man and woman
You were there when Australia 2
Won the America’s cup after the USA
Had it for 130 years and you said
Anyone who sacks an employee
For not going to work today is a ***
That is a act for a really great Australian
I remember watching the election in 1983 when bob hawke beat Malcolm Fraser and mate bob looked as happy as a pig in mud happy like a man who wants to help the country be as great as it is today
Prime ministers don’t last forever
And it is sad that you died
Just before the election where
Labor are favoured to win
I think it will be a honour
To serve you up in nirvana
Before your next life
Goodbye prime minister
Larrikin and friend
And I want you to remember
Through your after life journey
Of how much of a asset
You were to this country
R I P Bob Hawke
Rembrin Hawke Jul 2014
Things are starting to look up a bit.
Or rather,
I'm,
starting to look up a bit.

Things are still bad,
there's no changing that.

But I'm beginning to realize that not all the world is filled with such chaos.

I mean,
I suppose I've always believed that there was good out there.
But I've never truly believed that there was good here.
In this town,
in these walls,
in me.

However,
now I see that I've got potential.

But that's it.
For now.
Potential.

I just,
I want,
so badly,
to paint like Millais.

I want,
so badly,
to write like Sylvia Plath.

I want,
so badly,
to be ever so determined and inspired as Darwin.

I want,
so badly,
to sing and dance across the stage like Hayworth and Astaire.

But alas,
I can do none of those things.

I am just a girl.
Nothing special.
Least not to anyone else.

I cannot paint,
or dance,
or sing.

But I can live,
and breathe,
and write!

Though maybe no good at all,
by God,
I will write.

For nothing stirs my soul like the dragging of my pen across the page.
And by God nothing stirs my soul like the heat of those stage lights,
and 50 eyes upon me.

I may not be who I dream to be,
but ******,
I will continue to be,
until the stars pluck me from this Earth and dance with me.

Until my feet are lifted off the ground,
and I'm carried on clouds to Jupiter,
or Venus,
or Saturn.

And there,
there,
I shall sing with Cobain and Strummer.

And I shall laugh with Monroe and Hepburn.

And I shall write with Bukowski and Thompson.

And I shall dance with Charisse and Gene Kelly.

And I shall dine with a thousand queens,
and lay in the silkiest of sheets!

But until then,
I shall simply live.

I shall live a life devoted to words,
and I promise to write whenever inspired,
and dance whenever music plays,
and sing as loudly as I please,
simply because I can.

And I promise to be kind to the universe,
and I promise to never promptly believe unknown truths.

And above all,
I promise to live.
And breathe.
And be.

Because,
well.
The universe does indeed have plans for me.

© 2014 Rembrin Hawke
Performed this as a monologue in one of my class's theater arts productions. It went wonderfully!
Two kidnap victims next lives meet and both have different views


You see two kids were kidnapped and murdered days after
Both were very good kids, never put a foot wrong
It was their parents who were careless
Yes, careless they ****** were
You see they gave into so many temptations
Yes, they were ****** fools
So after one kid was murdered despite the ransom was then and there
The parents got into a silly fight with fists and boots and buckets of spew
The kidnapper didn't trust them and from then on
Went and murdered their kid
Which got the father angry, and hungry for some justice
In which they got and he was sentence to the death penalty
And the family can sort of rest
They still didn't get their son back
But the kidnapper was out of their hair
The next kid got mugged coming out of a pinball arcade
And locked in a shed in the bush
Rope was put around his legs, and arms, with duct tape on his mouth
The kidnapper demanded that the kid will be killed
If the family don't give of little they have
And they did, cause they were scared
But still their kid was killed, but this family wasn't so lucky
Because this man fled to the other side of the world with a phoney name
And still he hasn't been caught, but their kid was thrown in the river
And his corpse was lifted, but he ended up ok
Cause he met this other kid who died from being kidnapped
And they formed an unlikely bond
You see both kids made a pact that they will never be
Actual family people, and they will meet at the end of school life
To tell stories of their new lives
You see both kids were too shy to give in to every little trick
If someone came up to them, they will karate kick them out of town
And because of that, no bad person wanted to take then, no
And yes, they met at the end of school and made fun of the ******* ones
And they will protect each other anyway they want
Just to keep them safe, as well as if anyone came up to one
The other will karate chop their arm
Still the city folk didn't understand how these kids are friends
Because one kid was a real mans kid who loves to party
And the other is too shy to know whether they want to party or not
And from that day, this kid got teased, and it was in the way the teasing was protecting him, but the city folk wasn't really that easily fooled, this bloke was a menace, they don't care that he was teased by the pope, and Jesus still forgave him, or they didn't care that he was a budding polititian who got a job as a liberal leader, and he said he can have any view without being bashed for his view, so they went with that, and they asked him his view, and he said he liked John Howard and thought Bob Hawke was a crook, and he even thought ***** Mason was a crook too, and people tried to bash him up, and straight away he said I have been kidnapped away from my cool friend, and started to go schizophrenic over him and everyone just wanted to laugh at him, and his kidnapped previous life kid friend laughed at him too, because he was living in the past, thinking of why they re doing this to him, while his mate went to concerts with mates he has never known, but that is called moving on, yes he should do that too, so after 5 years of fighting, both friends were reunited, but instead of talking about their kidnappings in previous lives, they spoke about this life's future, yes they were cured from previous life dilemma, everyone gets it, but these friends no more than others, yes they are cool.
The end
Barton D Smock Sep 2024
Letter 081124

Dear Ethan Hawke

I don’t write to anyone. I am hated. In photos I am the photographer’s ghost. In the dream I wear a girl’s bathing suit and someone shoots me in the foot. This is how I learn to swim. Thigh is a perfect word. The way it dies in the mouth. Mouth is dead. Who can tell. Only god. In Ohio at every fair the young say eat me until I’m young. We make jokes about crowhio and about the baby’s stomach born without an inside voice. The spider in my ear comes out a wasp. I don’t want my kids to see me do anything. Spiders get toothaches and angels, erections. Wasp is on its own.
Barton D Smock Oct 2024
Letter 082524

Dear Ethan Hawke

The nervous systems of angels. A funeral for a cigarette. There are two Ohios. I am still in my singsong violence when my sister throws her youngest in front of an unmoving farm machine. Sometimes a year yanks a room from death. A wasp eats the shadow of a practice wasp. My wrist thinks I’m brushing its teeth and god is the child who survived my dream. I can’t fake sleep long enough to be healed.

Letter 082624

Dear Ethan Hawke

I live in a body that sleep hasn’t noticed. A ghost is an angel in love with slow motion. No one touch me. I am dreaming of a poetry book written by Chelsea Peretti. I forget its second name, but its first is Lamb Hat and Crow Perfume. It is being reviewed on tiktok by someone whose mother is unable to recently die. I can’t say on brand without crying. I don’t think it’s healthy of course to dream that celebrities want to secretly write poems. But Chelsea’s poems are perfect. In a houndless south, my god gets high. Stay pretty. Goodbye.
Barton D Smock Sep 2024
Letter 061624 climate sameness

Dear Ethan Hawke

Palestine has entered my dreams. I see car accidents before they happen but can’t tell my children. I **** a grasshopper with another grasshopper then keep the second alive. I **** a rabbit. I’d never **** a rabbit. But it was in my house. If there are babies, amen, I sleep a little in my sleep. In my death. It’s hot here. It’s cold. Palestine is not a dream. We keep touching it. Our hands go online twice and the holy spirit tortures a photograph. It is cruel to dream after never once imagining. After being, for a whole life, human.
Charles Sturies Aug 2017
There was the backfield tandem of Doc Blanchard and Glenn Davies on several West Point football teams of the UOS.

There is that power hitting duo of the modern day Yankees - Gary Sanchez and Aaron Judge.

There were those great power hitters of the 70s, I believe, that seemed to come in clusters like Mike Schmidt, Breen Downing, and yes, I believe, John Milner.

There was, of course, Ruth and Gehrig that stood out on the 1927 Yankees.

There's Hawke Leonard and James Harden, an unsung pair of the San Antonia Spurs and the Houston Rockets, respectively, in pro basketball that stand out.

There's Stephan Curry and Kevin Durant, a Mutt and Jeff combination in the Golden State Warriors.

There was a couple of gifted first to play on a University of Illinois basketball team African Americans that were tantalizing good at that time - Mannie Jackson and Governor Vaughn.

There was those 4 great old time Boston Celtics guards; Bob Cousy, Bill Sharman, K.C. Jones, and Sam Jones.

There was Bill Bradley and Dave Debusschere manning the wings of the New York Knickerbockers pro basketball teams of the late sixties, I believe.

There was Ron Kissinger and Glenn Becker, the keystone duo on the Chicago Cubs of the sixties, I believe.

There was Mainstay, reliable pitcher for the Casey Stengal dynasty teams - Vic Raschi and Allie Reynolds and there were great teamsmen of Vince Lombardi's pro football Green Bay Packers Super Bowl team like Dave Hammer, Forrest Gregg, and Boyd Dowler.
Charles Sturies
bob fonia Dec 2018
Ethan hawke the best actor of his generation
The allans and the karlsons
Where very very close
The adults used to gather round
Playing Yahtzee while the kids played
In the rooms
I wasn’t into the games they played
So I just sat in their lounge room
Watching tv
There wasn’t much on till
Really late at night when they put the winners on
I wanted to watch it to see how each team played
But it only lasted for an hour mate
But still it was fun
The kids wanted me to play ****** in the dark but I don’t like that game
You know I hated darkness
I prefer the light
But I used to joke around with my dad
And I used to tease mr Karlson because he went for st kilda
Even though he was big on Swedish
Table tennis yeah cool man yeah mate yeah
We went to Melbourne
To watch the cricket and walk around Carltons home ground back then
I made a few jokes to make these families laugh
I remember they hung around the tv
On the night of the 1983 election
When Hawke beat fraser
That was the best day in the world
When labor took over the leadership
I know I was a tv fernatic
But I joked around with the kids
Just didn’t muck around running around outside the hotel room
Didn’t wanna get in trouble
I joked around making the kids laugh yes it was fun
But now we don’t see the karlsons
They moved to Adelaide
And our family acted as if they never wanted any of that even if they just wanted to move on
Qualyxian Quest Apr 2024
Women are more interesting
They really really are
Lady of the Lake
Exoplanet star

California Coast
San Francisco Zen
Un pequito fun
Gracias. Muy bien.

Seattle cedarsnow
Talented Ethan Hawke
I'd like to hold her close
Hours and hours to talk

But I live alone
Like the Chinese monks
San Diego, Sandor Marai
Embers in my trunk

               Bookstores!
Qualyxian Quest Aug 2021
Max von Sydow
I too saw Stockholm
What a pretty city!
Snow Falling on Cedars
Amazing Ethan Hawke

Precogs and Precrime
How I do love movies!
Back soon to the library
Past the Planetarium
Quietly I walk

             Mad to talk.
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
In 1964, John, a science school and a New York real estate property in Africa, parents of parents, blood pressure 1-64. 19 calories, 64 values; John the *** at 50 minutes, 50 minutes, 50 minutes, 50 minutes, 50 minutes, 50 hours 50 minutes. Attacker Hawke reaches 9 degrees to 50,000 miles on the second Monday in Honduras; The ****** of 1964 Hill European Film University and John in a good paradise and the leader of the African countries: the Emperor of Honduras, Mexico, the cities of Virginia, Slim ******, Williams, John Wolff and Shanton Shane take Cairo through Cannes, Greece ; and George, William Davis, David and Ina went to Morocco to enjoy 9 minutes on the farm of only 50 minutes, 9: 9 Jewish animals on Maria Avenue; Diana is the mother of the gods in the history of the ******' health in Alberta and her points do not return until 1964. The names were called Mexican Colors ****** and American University, William Hill, European ***** and John Simon. African leaders 50 minutes in the Old World, Greek, Greek and Greek Coine, a poet's poet who respects 1964 when the ****** of John of the School of Sciences and Real Estate of New York in Africa ate the parents of their parents up to 164 pressures; In 1964 was transferred between 50 and 50 minutes, 50 minutes, 50 minutes, 50 minutes, 50 minutes ****** and in 50 minutes the ****** and the Huron attacker were in Honduras on Monday 9 ****** and 50,000 km in Alberto Just in 1964; The best player in which he was a paradise and the African leader was the leader of all of Africa; ****** and their parents are "blood glucose" in Brazil. "In Honduras, Mexico, Mexico City and Virginia." Williams, John Wolff and the end of the tour of the European Union with Shanton; the famous cities of Shantytown Brazil, Cairo, Cannes, Greece, George, Trophy for William's cinematography; Davis' Moroccan villagers of Ina, except Eduardo Avon; animals, mothers Marianas of Diana and her god and gods. The health record of Alberta is interpreted at the end of the day. IN 1964 the names of the ****** of Mexican Colors in American University, William Hill, European University, ****** and John Simon. Continental game of continental ******. The Brazilian hippocampus is one of the biggest changes in my life. "Coine" 50 minutes after Greece, Grecian ****** and Greece, *******, ******, poets and a poet knows how to respect it, it is the first time. Will not return. In 1964, "John" in Africa, "Science School", ****** and New York Real Estate, his parents' parents, 1-to-64 blood pressure. "Calorie Safety was in 50 minutes, 50 minutes, 50 minutes, 50 minutes, 50 minutes, ****** and 50 minutes more in 1964. Front ferret grows first 9 and most of 50,000 miles, the Honduran moon Sunday, Monday at the end The month of 1964, Alberts Feier was in general, and in 1964, it was "United States, William Hill, ****** from European Film University and John." He is a good leading player in Africa.The city is still a gold star In heaven over New York, parents are the poor parents of "Brazilian blood sugar in Brazil." This is the biggest and last change in life In Honduras, Mexico, finally Mexico, Virginia Slims Williams, John Wolffe and the last of the EU, Shanton the Shadan, out of Satan's Shadow at last, now of the famous ones in the cities of Brazil, Cairo, Cannes, Greece; along with George and William Strait to David in a Moroccan farmer less than 50.9 minutes, only 50 minutes to enjoy 9 Yiddish avenues that are animals! Oh, Diana, Mother! They are gods and the gods with their gods, I End of the day. See comments on the health history's theory of Alberta. In January this month is too long in the north the ****** and these units are not returned. In 1964, Mexican ****** were named and in the American University, William Hill, were the ****** of European Universities and John Simon. A stable game of gold star is a good dog. African leader in the African continents. The sky moves urban workers. The Hematopoiesis of Brazil is one of the biggest changes in my life, it's a great old world. "The ***** poets and the one poet in 50 minutes of Greek Koin, the Greek ****** and the Greeks know how to respect ******, this is not the first time.
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2023
God is Love before He exists
That's what Father Tracy says
Ron Desantis and Donald Trump
May neither one be Prez.

Catholic, but not orthodox
Had a Thai Buddhist wedding
Jesus was a Sailor
She and I a-bedding

Also going to churches
Eating salmon in Seattle
His t-shirt said Warrior Poet
The time will come to battle

The Irish Salmon of Knowledge
Northwest Coastal Ravens
The Eagle and the Hawk
Ethan Hawke soul savin'

The metaphor is flight
I have a bipolar brain
My father was in the Air Force
I fly in Purple Rain

         Good luck, Mr. Wayne.
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2023
Scary dreams. Explosive.
Grateful to Awaken.
Beyond good and evil
Something done for love

Gratitude for Alex
Qualyxian the Quest
Gratitude for Ethan Hawke
And for Andy Dove

My father has been good to me
He sings the Gambler
I love Midnight Rambler
When push comes to shove

Tokyo to Kyoto
Arigato Mother Mary
Chicago's Harry Carey
Left hand baseball glove

          Brother Thomas of ...
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2023
Genius matures late
According to the Japanese
Max Von Sydow shows
Ethan Hawke sees

Rieko and Takahiro
Wedding in Japan
She gives us traveling money
I become a Samurai man

Lee Tal and Shay
Wedding in Tel Aviv
Lebanese bread
80s videos from MTV

2037
I got my eye on you
Para mi hermano Scott
Dos Vasconcelos views

         La Raza Cosmica!
Qualyxian Quest Jun 2024
My shoulder hurts
My heart aches
Life is suffering
Every cake you bake

Ethan Hawke
Cedarsnow
Mr. Keating
Yoko yo yo!

Do my best
Don't give up
Time is the Cross
Quayzar pup

Do my best
Sleep till noon
Bankgkok blues
Rain monsoon

   Flaming June
Qualyxian Quest Jun 2024
I'm a troubled soul
With religious obsessions
Tendency to confession
Pain in my mind

Ethan Hawke today
Flannery O'Connor
What we seek
We find?

    I hope you treat me kind.
Qualyxian Quest May 2020
Never let anyone tell you
Words and ideas don't matter

Mr. Keating's kindness to Todd
Yes, I'm like the latter

And I saw that cedar snow
Ishmael is Ethan Hawke

I think I have let go
But O God! I'd like to talk

And take her off to church
Trinity Episcopal in Boston

Then to Emily's house
For talk we could get lost in

Mystery still lives
Heathens - take it slow

I have to do my best
But I do not have to yet know

                        On we go!
bob fonia Feb 2024
ethan hawke is really really clever man you been told
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2023
God is Love before He exists
That's what Father Tracy says
Ron Desantis and Donald Trump
May neither one be Prez.

Catholic, but not orthodox
Had a Thai Buddhist wedding
Jesus was a Sailor
She and I a-bedding

Also going to churches
Eating salmon in Seattle
His t-shirt said Warrior Poet
The time will come to battle

The Irish Salmon of Knowledge
Northwest Coastal Ravens
The Eagle and the Hawk
Ethan Hawke soul savin'

The metaphor is flight
I have a bipolar brain
My father was in the Air Force
I fly in Purple Rain

         Good luck, Mr. Wayne.

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