CHALLENGE #104 SKIM (ends Mar13)
 

[B]SKIM[/B]
v. skimmed, skim·ming, skims
v. tr.

To remove floating matter from (a liquid).
To remove (floating matter) from a liquid.
To take away the choicest or most readily attainable contents or parts from.
To coat or cover with or as if with a thin layer, as of scum.

To throw so as to bounce or slide: skimming stones on the pond.
To glide or pass quickly and lightly over or along (a surface). See Synonyms at brush1.
To read or glance through (a book, for example) quickly or superficially.
Slang. To fail to declare part of (certain income, such as winnings) to avoid tax payment.

Safe spot. Warm spots.

[b]YOU CAN'T SKIM STONES IN YOUR BEER[/b]

The hippies want free love and the punks want free hate
But it's no longer '77, and was it ever really '68?
I fight the power every morning by waking up late
As I'd rather smash sobriety than ever try to smash the state

Because I'm happy as a Great War soldier on MDMA
And my mercy seat is just a broken cubicle door away
The pause button's broken so I have to let the CD play
That's a bad metaphor for life but I like it so it'll stay

Do you remember being a pre-teen tearaway?
When everything adults said was just a white noise hiss
But you can't watch the sky when you need your senses dulled
And you can't skim stones in an alley's puddle of piss
Do you remember all those wild days?
When we explored with wonder and saw everything clear
But you can't climb trees when the deadline's tomorrow
And you can't skim stones in your beer

There's a rapper on the radio, telling me he's for real
But the song's crap except for samples of Curtis Mayfield
And when your best creative effort's finding something good to steal
Maybe you shouldn't make yourself out to be such a big deal

I get drunk on disillusionment every single dreary day
But I'm not reflecting the rain as pathetic fallacy's so cliche
The madness in my method puts design in my disarray
And my cynicism's the one belief I know I'll never betray

Do you remember being a pre-teen tearaway?
Playing drenched in sweat, never stopping to think
But you can't bundle a grown man without getting arrested
And you can't skim stones in a sick-filled sink
Do you remember all those wild days?
When every chair was a mountain range and you were a mountaineer
But you can't make a den out of office furniture
And you can't skim stones in your beer

I'm as confused with where I am now as a fifties soldier on LSD
How do I know people so indie they were conceived ironically?
And I wonder if the only thing I'll get from my degree
Is a shelf full of unread books to make me look smart intellectually

But nothing's half as bad as self-pity to wallow in
And full-blooded virtue is always topped by hollow sin
These pills taste better than the official line you're swallowing
If we ever go the same way, f[u]u[/u]ck you if you think I'm following

I remember being a pre-teen tearaway
But when did we lose our freedom and when did we gain our fear?
Because you can't play tag on a crowded tube train
And I can't skim stones in my beer
But what's the use of remembering all those wild days?
Because we can't ever go back and repeat the past
And if we can't skim stones in our beer
Maybe we should get a bigger glass

This is me taking a risk...

[b][i] - 1547 T.O.D. –[/b][/i]
[b]Perhaps this was the wrong time to call it.[/b]

[i]You. I know you.
I’d recognize the feel of those hands anywhere.
Why you have left me?[/i]

[b]Perhaps there was a mistake from the beginning.[/b]

[i]Please, just tell me.
It has been so long since anyone has spoken truth to me.
That white coat wont protect you for long.[/i]

“…started a second line and administered two liters of O-neg in the field.”

“…start a central line and give her 5mg morphine.
I need a cross table c-spine, CBC, Chem 7,
And lets get a… she’s crashing!
Charge 200. Clear…!”

[i]The electric shock.
Please just skim my blood for
Something, anything that would explain
Why I speak, but no one hears me…[/i]

[b]Perhaps it was her time to die.[/b]

“We did everything we could…”

easy word to work with. Cool.

Got milk?

I shall soon make my entry..

It's not as obvious as it used to be,
They're always listening to me.
Hanging off every word that I say.
It's almost painful
Like a deep muscle massage-
You enjoy it cause you know
That the pain's for the best.
You can't afford to be listening to me.
A job that pays in confidence,
Makes it painfully easy.
To avoid you at times like this.
I can't afford to spend time with those sleazy,
Fourteen year old prostitutes that you call friends.

I'm on my way to the Gal of the Gotha.
What a way to rephrase it,
A march to the cross-hill.
Things are only happy as long as I'm smiling.
Stop smiling.
I'm stumbling just to breathe in the scent.

Tuck that parchment envelope
Into the blouse you wear.
Nothing's quite so confidential,
When housed in lavender lingerie
Mediocre restaurants are such
A blossoming monopoly-
It must be quite convenient,
They cater to your taste so damn well.
Of course it tastes like salt to us-
But that doesn't bother you,
Salt my wounds with your saliva
The wounds, mind you, that originated,
From such magnificently manicured talons.

I'm on my way to the Gal of the Gotha.
What a way to rephrase it,
A march to the cross-hill.
Things are only happy as long as I'm smiling.
Stop smiling.
I'm stumbling just to breathe in the scent.

Emerald pools of majesty and the distinct smell of tragedy.
I'll stop sounding eloquent when you pay the price.
Blood on the windowsills wont help with the butchers bill.
An counterfeit plaque is what says you're my wife.

You skim quickly over these words.
As if they're not worth your gaze.
You have no idea how much it hurts,
A horrible cliché.

I'm on my way to the Gal of the Gotha
It always comes back to the blood you forgot to bleed.
I'm on my way to the Gal of the Gotha
It always comes back to blood.

probably.

Maybe

Sure, why not. got a coupla decent reviews last time.

Whats the deal with all the four letter S-Words...

[B]A Dove, A Dove[/B]

I miss my glove
The gloss, the mull
Never in vogue,
Protected col,
Hold, please, my love.

I thought the sky,
Drank all a flask,
A tear, an eye,
Up in wind, mine
Numeral flies.

Skimming clouds in search,
Lost I am,
My glove seems to lurch
To far lands.

Solitude is found,
When at last,
I touch ground.

[B] Things Unsaid [/b]

My expected silence shackles my soaring wings
And anchors my soul in the depths of the ocean.
The sun barely skims the surface
And looking upwards I concede to the tide.

And I remember the time that I closed my eyes
And it felt like I was going under.
I fell a thousand feet
And wished I’d landed in your embrace.

Do you remember when we torched the cross?
The fragrant ashes enveloped that fleeting moment.
And I wish I could tell you now
What I wanted to say back then.

What a funny thought it is, that we spend our lives
Trying to get to this,
Some everlasting point of happiness
And we come to forget the journey we’ve made.

And I would share my room with you,
If my door would close,
And I’d show you what I think
If the stars would stop their piercing gaze.

“Had we but world enough and time”
I would ask you to stay.
Cause you have stolen my thoughts
And you just won’t go away…

THE BRIM…TO THE BRINK

From the terrace rail
The coolness gently rises
Soothing is the lotus, riding
A thousand noiseless ripples
Ambrosia… skimmed by
The ornate hand of privilege
The rest will surely die
Subservient to their station
Tethered to inconsequence
Picture the man of little means
Wednesdays deathless effete
Unseen voices speak a panacea
So impelled, he’s set in motion
The promise wholly consumes
Sunset clouds gather the fading light
His time to subvert runs short
But does he follow or is he driven
Woe to the Savior, paroxysm is
His master now…

Far from me to relieve
This…..Pebble in my shoe

Hey, I'm new here so first post, wooh. I wrote this before reading the others then suddenly realised how out of my depth I was, but I figure I might as well try. Sorry if a broke any rules accidently here, I bleeped out the swearword.

PS I think up guitar parts as I go so and 'bowchicadownow' or anything like that is just I guide, if you know what I mean by it great, if not, ah well.
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Have you ever read something, then read it again,
You just didn't quite get what it means,
Have you ever thought about way back when,
Cause now nothings as good as it seems.

I remember a time when the clock had no face,
It didn't laugh when I checked my age,
I'm not gonna b**** and whine as I remember a morning,
The night after we took to the stage.

When... you... peeled the skin of fat from the milk left out,
After a night of partying ha-ard,
When you downed the entire carton, tastes like lard,
Then threw up and collapsed wiped out.
No, its never as good now, with the wife and kids,
Its never as good now with the traffic grids, woah yeah.

<dow ta downa, dow ta dow> x 2

Standing, by the lake near my beach hut,
Throwing, stones across the lake, like a cut
Wondering, how I can make my demons shut up,
About that night.

When... you... peeled the skin of fat from the milk left out,
After a night of partying ha-ard,
When you downed the entire carton, tastes like lard,
Then threw up and collapsed wiped out.
No, its never as good now, with the wife and kids,
Its never as good now with the traffic grids, woah yeah.

<dow ta downa, dow ta dow> x 2

I'm not quite sure what to write here, to include it all or just one,
I'm not quite sure who to fight here, instead of being trolls, can't we all just have fun.

Have you ever read something, then read it again,
You just didn't quite get what it means,
Have you ever thought about way back when,
When you were single and carefree, single and happy.
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[B]The tide at twelve[/B]

In times of trouble I skim the water like a pebble's sigh that I must find
My own level, my own level.

I cast my eyes out to the ends
of the world and I
wait here on the banks
of the River Time.
I am adrift on hope
and this too shall pass
with the rest of love
in the coldest water.

A language of light
For those that wish to speak
A language of sight
For those that wish to seek

Find my own level
This hollow awaits the force of the storm
I am the spirit flowing from the mouth of the tide.