I’m Not Playing With You

FUGAZI – ‘Blueprint’

Fugazi

(Fall 1987 – present)

Ian MacKaye – vocals, guitar
Guy Picciotto – vocals, guitar
Joe Lally – bass
Brendan Canty – drums

To all of those who have so graciously tuned in to the Gulkin Gazette this fine day, I’ve reserved for you a particularly significant, and superbly fitting spiffy Little Dittie!

This song says it all.. And what ‘it all’ is.. is soon to follow 🙂

-Alexandra E. Gulkin

Yep, that’s right, name in full. 

(It’s a Special Occassion)

Dreams of Not Yet Wonderful Things

Dreams of Not Yet Wonderful Things

These eyes have seen such splendid sights

Have felt in these hands those glorious delights

Of white daffodils growing six feet high

Reaching for their northern lights

 

Endless warm days of brightened blue skies

That shimmered the gold in mothers’ green eyes

A gift of new life that would double the shine

Of the moon as I knew while she’s wink at the night

 

These lips have screamed at the skies in contempt

Begging for safe places to lay a child’s weary head

I have wished for certain nights to never find end

To watch the oceans part for the world to descend

 

These feet have been content

I must say

To swerve and to sway

To be walking briskly away

 

From rock to rock

Through orchard to plain

Leaving only footprints

And taking the very same

 

This heart hears a voice

Though it can’t yet comprehend

For this is how it has always been

 

I know nothing of you,

Not your laugh or your scent

Those hypnotizing eyes of yours

I most certainly have not seen yet

 

I only know of you in blurred pixilated pieces

Eventual exchanges and theological theses

Embedded in the red ink of passionate letters

In the center of moons and planets and forevers

 

The memories of your unspoken verbs

In fascinating tales I have not yet heard

 

Perhaps you are an ocean

That runs far and wide

 

The shivers and chills

Of a cold New York night

 

A grand canvas hung

In a palace of Spain

 

The sweet smell of cut grass

Just after it rains

 

Everything that exists

Which could never be explained

 

These bones do promise

As they never have before

Of this one thing unknown

They are most certainly quite sure

 

Should you find me today

Beneath this bright summer sky

Or if it may be a world away

On a dimly lit cold winter night

 

If it should take forever

Then forever it shall take

This heart will faithfully wait for you

As only for you was it made



Alexandra E. Gulkin
 

Impatient Liles

Impatient Lilies

Watching lilies, impatient
As they break through new ground
Cementing their roots
To its’ tempestuous sound

Of the workmen,
Now waking
To tie up their boots

Of the sirens,
now screaming
To be on mornings’ news

Whistles will blow
From the trains as they pass
To disturb your soft pedals
As they cling to the grass

Those bustling nights,
Now constant with screams

Guilts the sweet pedals of innocent white
As they slowly dim to a cowering cream

The emphatic greed,
Your stem now reflects

Destroys the sweet silence
You once lived to protect

Alexandra E. Gulkin

The Deception of Mind

 

The Deception of Mind

I keep packing my bags

Chasing a life I will never know

Missing the things I never had

Getting weaker as I grow

 

Isn’t it funny,

The deception of mind?

Those memories falling

Into the small cracks of time

 

Lost in riddles and puzzles

And morphing design

Left to lie on blank spaces

In empty crossword lines

 

Isn’t is funny,

The subjection of time?

Those years lost to moments

Dissolved into wine

 

Aren’t you leaving,

Aren’t you gone,

Why must this ghost keep carrying on?

 

What is there that I wouldn’t give

What is there that I wouldn’t do,

To escape forever

This possession of you

 

Isn’t it funny,

The delusion of change?

I’ve been running for years

And still remain in this place

 

Naive in belief to be gaining ground

That strength will build as trials surmount

 

Self –deception is the most dangerous town

Those needs for mirage to keep the mind sound

 

Isn’t it funny,

The illusion of space?

In land and in homes

In the places we go

 

In the moving and chasing

In the running away

Just to wake the next morning

In the very same place

 

Aren’t you leaving,

Haven’t you gone?

Why must this ghost keep on carrying on?

 

What is there that I wouldn’t give

What is there that I wouldn’t do,

To escape forever

This possession of you

 

Alexandra E. Gulkin


Trepidation

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Trepidation in every step
Whether I am going
Or whether I have left
To escape this tortured fate
I will run further than I’ve breath

Now that I fear to lose you
Soon you will find that I have gone
Hesitation will be moving these feet
Walking me home to this nameless street

The dark alley left empty
Always waiting for me

I have seen the right love
In all the wrong faces
I’ve been waking up lost
In the furthest of places

Now that I have seen it
Or now that I have proof
The same uncertain apprehension
Awakens that sleeping desperation
In the fear of all that I may lose

Bringing me back to this barren room
Where the silence screams an infinite truth

Trepidation moves my every step
Determined indecision between right and left
Preparing for the bottom to fall from my feet
Throwing me down
On that familiar dark street

The dark alley left empty
Always calling for me

Now that I have been given
Or now that I have been theft
This eternal hesitation
Will be my one and only true regret

 

Published Oct 15, 2010

Associated Content Contributor:

Alexandra E. Gulkin

Not Yet Wonderful Things

A love of my understanding…

A Dusk Till Dawn Diary Dedication…

these eyes have seen such splendid sights

i have felt in my hands those glorious delights

of daffodils growing six feet high

and reaching for the northern lights

the endless warm days of brightened blue skies

that shimmered the gold in mothers’ green eyes

a gift of new life that doubled the shine

of the moon as i knew as she winked at the night

these lips have screamed at the sky in furious contempt

for a safe place to lay a childs’ weary head

I have wished for certain nights to never find end

for the oceans to part and the world to descend

these feet have been content, i must say

to swerve and to sway, to be walking briskly away

from rock to rock and from orchard to plain

leaving only footprints and taking only the same

this heart hears a whisper it can’t quite yet comprehend

for this is how it always has been

i know nothing of you,

not your laugh or your scent

those hypnotizing eyes of yours,

i most certainly have not seen

still sometimes when mine do close,

I can see you looking back at me

i only know of you in these pixilated pieces

eventual exchanges and theological thesis’

embedded in the red ink of passionate letters

of the spinning of moons and planets and forevers

the memories of your unspoken verbs

in the fascinating tales i have not yet heard

perhaps you are an ocean that runs far and wide

or the shivers and chills on a cold new york night

a grand canvas painting hung in a palace of spain

or the sweet smell of cut grass just after the rain

perhaps you are everything that could never be explained

these bones do now promise

as they never have before

of this one thing unknown

they are most certainly quite sure

in all this mind’s been dreaming

in all that these eyes have proved

it is only a love of my understanding

that has shown the strongest truth

so if you should find me today

under this bright summered sky

or if it may be a world away

on a dimly lit cold winter night

if it should take forever

then forever it shall take

this heart will faithfully wait for you

As only for you was it made