Dear Piggy

Now now dear piggy,
All bets are off,
The odds are in,
Our clothes are lost,
A breath of air or salty sea,
How do you feel when you see me,

Are we lost upon the night,
Did the devil give himself a fright,
Are we where we’re supposed to be,
Out here there’s only you and me,

Now now dear piggy,
I’ve said before,
You cannot stand,
With your back to the floor,
A breath of air or salty sea,
How do you feel when you see me,

Are we lost upon the night,
Did the devil give himself a fright,
Are we where we’re supposed to be,
Out here there’s only you and me,

Now now dear piggy,
I heard you say,
Home is in the heart,
It’s where I lay,
A breath of fresh air or salty sea,
How will you feel when you’re set free,


I wrote this recently in the space of about 5 minutes. These days I write in a leather bound book given to me by my girlfriend, but before then I wrote in about 10 different exercise books, and while scouring these for inspiration I came across a poem which lead to this new song.

Dear dear rude pig,
Won’t you ask your brother,
How he got to be so weird,

While we’re in clean clothes,
Our naked sneers,
Put off all bets,

I’m really happy with how it turned out, now I just wish I knew what it was about. I remember writing the poem with some sort of intent, yet when I rediscovered it I’d forgotten it’s meaning. I feel as though I’ve addressed it to myself, but I don’t know.  At the moment Josh has been working on pieces of music which will be woven into a song to surround the lyrics, hopefully all goes well.

I’m going to write a story, I don’t know what about. I want to write something childish yet able to be loved by adults as well, such as the classic Through The Looking Glass, which is one of my favorite stories of all time.  I don’t remotely believe I’ll write anything as good, but I’m going to write something.

I’m leaning ever closer to addiction, I’m craving cigarettes more and more, but not for some kind of physical addiction to be satiated. I often have difficulty focusing, going through somewhat manic stages (hence why I’m seeing a psychologist next week) and smoking said cancer sticks, with their depressants, help me focus. I don’t believe in an afterlife or that our actions matter all too much, so I have no problem with smoking per se, but I’m not too keen to die young and fear cancer at a young age if I smoke too much. For some reason though, this doesn’t stop me smoking marijuana. I enjoy marijuana, but it is no means an addiction in where it becomes my milk or water, or sugar. Merely, it opens me up to see new thing, allows me to see old things in a new way, and I’ve written some wonderful poetry under and after the influence. A lot of people say marijuana is a gateway drug, leading to heavier addictions, but it’s my belief that anyone smoking it was probably already interested in drug culture and other substances, and just happens to be more readily available, leading to it being the original drug they try.  Perhaps I’m making all this up, who knows, I certainly don’t.

-Ace

~ by Ace Sunshine on January 7, 2008.

2 Responses to “Dear Piggy”

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  2. Somehow i missed the point. Probably lost in translation 🙂 Anyway … nice blog to visit.

    cheers, Venture.

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