Bloem

So.. apparently a bloem is a dutch word for bloom, as in the bloom of a flower.

Bloem

Okay.. not the worst thing in the world to have associated with what I had hoped was just another made up mash-up of a word combining blog with poem the way vlog combined video with blog.  I mean, a bloom or flower of a flowering plant signifies new life or the re-emergence of life like that which comes along every Spring.  I do hope that this bloem blog can be a re-emergence of my creative life.  A place for me to nurture and grow the seeds of my writing process and branch out my imagination.  I want to push myself to write, even if I am only writing about that WANT to write.  Maybe I'll surprise myself with what I come up with.  Maybe some divine inspiration will emerge and blossom into something bigger.  Or maybe I'll just write my silly poems and the occasional rambling story about my life or ghost gnomes on mars and life will just continue to ramble on. :)  I'm honestly good with it, either way.  I am in a new beginning in my life, a time a renewal and new growth.  Let the bloems commence!


In Bloom - Nirvana

Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands

He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
when I say
He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
when I say yeeeaaahhh



We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom

He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
when I say
He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
when I say yeeeaaahhh

*Guitar solo*

He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
when I say
He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
Knows not what it means and I say yeeeaaahhh
mmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmm

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm