one of my oldest paintings, the 'cock of the pea verity'
(named by a friend in art class, Charles,...GEE THANKS...LOL...done in 1988)
the Fear of Time
Written by Ginger Blevins (Strivelli)
back in 1985 at age 15
The fear of time, is a motionless mime
A story without a plot, a lie that is not
While crying a tear, gone becomes a year
Remebering tomorrow, wastes more time than sorrow
Turning your head, or getting out of bed
Blinking an eye, time is passing by
Time is moving, Time we're losing
I'm afriad to cry, too much time will die
I'm afriad to breathe, for a second will leave
Wasting is such a sin, Since soon all time will end
The fear of time, is a motionless mime
A story without a plot, a lie that is not
While crying a tear, gone becomes a year
Remebering tomorrow, wastes more time than sorrow
I'm frightened to death, over how little is left
I'm too frightened to sleep, away hours will leak
The fear of time is a motionless mine,
A story without a plot, a lie that is not
While crying a tear, gone becomes a year
Remebering tomorrow, wastes more time than sorrow
Another Poem I wrote in 1985ish...
"Oh Little Doll"
There's a doll floating upon the sea
And I'm afriad that the little doll is me
She's miles away from the nearest Sandy Shore
Not even heaven has opened her a door
No one to give her needed emotion
No one to save her from the Ocean
My dream is yet so very believable
With the concept so unconcievable,
Does anyone know the doll is me
or do the doll, they just not see?
There's a doll floating upon the sea
And I'm afriad that the little doll is me
Oh little doll, help yourself you must
In my life there's very little trust
Oh little doll are you alive and awake
I know it's all not compleltey fake
There's a Sky full of stars and yet all is dark
Upon the open sea, there is a mark
it's a little doll alone and cold
But she's remianing strong and bold
There's a doll floating upon the sea
And I'm afriad that the little doll is me
But no one wants to save her then or now
Cry for help, little doll, quickly learn how
oh little doll I awoke all alone
Strangely I reached for the phone
Though I've not got a single number to call
I only talk to pictures on the wall
Oh little doll, you do not exsist
It is me floating amoung the mist
Oh little doll it was me that was there
and no one seemed to even care
Oh little doll save me along with you
Are we really one...or are we two
There's a doll floating upon the sea
And I'm afriad that the little doll is me
A bit later poem/song written in 1988-ish..co written really with an old Boyfriend
parts were in a 'made up language' *rolling eyes*
but some of the rest is pretty good poetry considering...here's some bits of it
The spirit at the door is beconing me
and so does its song come so sweetly
it's calling me
it's wanting me
(The Spirit's song:) Conse' dourus pome'
Ponsine dude' moure'
dude' cicndoum pome'
Mance' Doure dore'
Nactin pondoo my
The hypontizing whines of the spirit
compel my very soul to fear it
Not knowing what is meant
Again I hear the Spirit
(The Spirit's song:) Conse' dourus pome'
Ponsine dude' moure'
dude' cicndoum pome'
Mance' Doure dore'
Nactin pondoo my
There's a beautiful message I can't see
that the Spirit sings just to terrify me
yet it is reaching out to me
Almost lovingly
(The Spirit's song:) Conse' dourus pome'
Ponsine dude' moure'
dude' cicndoum pome'
Mance' Doure dore'
Nactin pondoo my
