soooo real...      thanks for making 2020 worth the hindsight

meet Peter Grimbeek......to understand his Legend....you must first understand...that HE is A Legend. Listen to his tales as he weaves music together with word, the wit and prowess of the minstrel, he possesses and professes...accept this, and yet alas, it is not endless.....as i wish tho it truly was HELL BENT N RELENTLESS...but i digress.......... .... .... enjoy the next check off on this Enjoyment Checklist.

Peter Grimbeek

Leonard gazes
Out from the shadows
Peers at a world
Where he cannot be.

Dressed in an old
Natty suit
He stands four-square
In his field of dreams.

He stands there
At the water’s edge 
He cannot cross 
He can only look.

Yet his gaze crosses
That watery field
Transmits the essence
Of every book.

Leonard rests
In Shadow Land
A lighter shade
Against the pale.

There is neither
Dark nor light
Nor is there even
Hill or dale.

It is a place
Of quiet foreboding
From which
Silent sailors rise.

Returning
To the water’s edge 
To lean that way
Until sunrise.

Gazing across
That watery chasm
Drawn by old songs
And memories.

Unable to return
To an old Eden
Unable to move onwards
To the sea.

Leonard gazes
Out from the shadows
Peers at a world
Where he cannot be.

Dressed in an old
Natty suit
He stands four-square
In his field of dreams.

Leonard in Shadow Land r3

Randy ran rings
Around the circular table
Turned out he was something
Of a fable.

Randy was a man
On a curious mission
He wanted to find things
That had truly gone missing.

For a fee
Or even for free
He’d find anything
Wherever it be.

For a fee
Or even for free
He’d find anything
Wherever it be.

Randy was approached
To find a table
The round table
Of medieval babel.

Complete with knights
Quaffing fine labels
Sure, said Randy
Put it on my way bill.

Randy sought high
And then he went low
He went everywhere
That Randy could go.

Randy sought high
And then he went low
He went everywhere
That Randy could go.

Of course, he found it
Randy being special
At the bottom of a well
In Nova Scotia.

The knights still there
In their fine regalia
Not so lively
Around that table.

Randy ran rings
Around that table
Turned out he was something
Of a fable.

Randy ran rings
Around that table
Turned out he was something
Of a fable.

Randy r5a

A black road is winding
Up over the hill
He’s walked all day
He’s perfectly still.

And life it is fleeting
To no one’s surprise
His youth has all gone
There’s dust in his eyes.

There’s dust on the mantel
Dust everywhere
The old man is coughing
There’s dust in his hair.

A cold wind is rising
The grass is quite still
The ghosts are roaming
Up over the hill.

The TV is sleeping
The house is on mute
Tonight he slumbers
His dreams acute.

There’s dust on the mantel
Dust in the air
The old man is coughing
There’s dust everywhere.

There’s dust in his jacket
Dust on the floor
Dust in the kitchen
There’s dust on the door.

His desk is all covered
In photos and junk
Things that don’t work
Things that just might.

There’s dust on the photos
Dust on the chair
Dust in the cupboard
There’s dust everywhere.

Dust in the air2 r2

Listen to the song on spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/3cUN9C39uN9VFc7oY5qN5b

vocals performed by @kushkittymaybe

written and produced by @33nello

Lyrics: 

We're just talking behind the screens,
Wish i could feel your touch,
This connection here is killing me,
slowly, slowly

Its fine cuz ill be waiting anyway,
I've only got you on my mind,
Its fine cuz ill be waiting anyway

We're just we're just,
We're just talking,
This connection here,
This connection here,
Cant feel your touch

We're just we're just,
We're just talking,
This connection here,
This connection here,
Cant feel your touch

We're just talking behind the screens,
Wish i could feel your touch,
This connection here is killing me,
slowly, slowly

Its fine cuz ill be waiting anyway,
I've only got you on my mind,
Its fine cuz ill be waiting anyway

LDR ft. KushKitty

STARTING OVER *MIX* (Prod. miino)

peach pie hoodtrap

20XX w/ 100yen (liushier)

prod by
https://soundcloud.com/flowerssrewolf?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

bird eyes，Tori no me（flowerss）

alkypinik - samsies (prod. 2004)

undead (don’t tell me goodbye)
undead
undead (there’s nothing left of me inside)
undead
undead (there’s nowhere left for me to go)
undead

i’m detached from everything
i move along im in a dream
i dont feel happy
i dont feel hurt
im in a dream
im in the dirt


I breathe
I live
I lose
I’m left
We’re scarred
I burn
No pain 
No burden

undead
undead
i think i’ll die today
the ocean carries me away

Love Lays Dying

life changes death ဘဝပြောင်းလဲခြင်း။

autumn evening

River song 
11PM Friday 2 November 1992

You were standing at the river
You were singing a love song
When I heard you from a distance 
And I began to follow 

I swam across the river 
Dodging logs and fighting riptides 
In a pained and glorious struggle 
That seemed to take forever

But just when I thought I'd reached you
You turned upon your heel 
Walking on into the jungle 
Leaving me alone to see 
Just your footprints in the sand

You had disappeared completely 
And I could not hear your song
So I stood beside the river 
Waiting for another
But if one should see me there 
Standing at the river
Or heard me from a distance
And began to follow

And swam across the river 
Dodging logs and fighting riptides 
In a pained and glorious struggle 
That seemed to take forever

Should I wait for you to reach me? 
Or turn upon my heel 
Walking on into the jungle
Leaving you alone to see 
Just my footprints in the sand

River song

Lo and behold
The great and wonderful
Day of the Lord
Comes and is close
On that great day
The heavens will shift.

Stars reel about
Earth and all in it
Will ring like a bell.

On that day rejoice
Even if there is
Rain and rough seas.

As the earth breaks
The floodgates of life
Will open once more.

On that fine day
Some ancient tree
Still caught in life.

Will finally fall
And its place 
In the forest be free.

On that new day
Its bursting seeds
Will sing a new song.

When that day comes
Do not greet it with a sad face
Who can refuse
A gift promised in every age.

November 1979

Lo and behold

I’ve taken the cure
And I feel much worse
I’ve opened my eyes
And I see in reverse
The temptation to follow
Where old thoughts lead
Rises up
Like an unruly steed.

I stand at the corner
Of a city square
The houses are green
And the sky is bare
People are bustling
Association strong
It’s hard to resist
Just being dragged along.

My character
Was formed by you
Or perhaps it gathered
In a swampy pool
I stood aloof
As it galloped along
Perhaps a poem
Or perhaps a song.

Always alone
Always free
Always touching
Good company
I find it difficult
To belong
To share my life
With the passing throng.

I might feel noble
Or quite content
Until someone else
Steps into the tent
Until I’m sharing
My hillside green
With a stranger
A disguised fiend.

Time to go
Time to run
Time to flick
Away the sun
Time to march
To my own tune
Time to bay
At the rising moon.

At the rising moon.

I've taken the cure 2020

EVERYTHING took a DAY...

...i got nothin, but i will give ya sumthin

dont use social...havent...wont
proudly abnormal...not conformin for yall
born raw...
all 4 crawl...
stop n stall...
CAUGHT YA ALL awwwwwwww sit!!!


everything I do is one take...one try....one time
Free as I can be
...
ME...
MC JE.


if i freestyle:
its brand new...never written or rehearsed.
if i freeverse:
its written...not rehearsed or prepped.
if i onetake:
its spontaneous, purely unrehearsed.


pics are of me and/or taken by me...or drawn by me...maybe ive taken a pic of a pic...but its my pic...edited...took it.
done.



blah blah blah
bip bip bip
bing bing bing
bong bong bong
GWENG GWENG GWENG!!!


P.S.
MOTHERS DAY IS EVERYDAY.
so......act right. k.


I am Jorden
aka:
Mother Goose, Mute, KidThesaurus/Thesaurus/KidThes/T-H-E, Knewkid, DJ Nedroj, Xeryus, Xerious Gouge, The Kid'Son, Gorden FLY and MC JE......

also...got proof that i been rocking the name
"Xerious Gouge" and  "XXXerious"
 since 2004.

eh...
u b u.
u like that,
maybe i dont.
still love yall tho.

50 comment on tr3ck thet got vid...ill put vid up...tell m3




wut.

Writer of prose and poetry since mid-1960s. Given an acoustic guitar in 1978 by long-suffering sister. Many songs produced that way. More recently, guitar skills all but faded, using GarageBand and Logic Pro to put words to music.
ps. The Bandcamp songs should be free to download. Please let me know if they're not.

I've taken the cure 2020

Peter Grimbeek

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