| | First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)Page 159 of 192 (152, 153, 154, 155, 156, 157, 158, 159, 160, 161, 162, 163, 164, 165, 166, 167, 168, 169, 170, 171, 172, 173, 174, 175, 176, 177, 178, 179, 180, 181, 182, 183, 184, 185, 186, 187, 188, 189, 190, 191, 192) | No one deserves it all
All the love and
All the pain that comes
With everyday life
As we live it
Hoping that if
This is it
That something fun
Or something new
Will finally happen
To you with
All the love beaming fair
With all the pain removed | |
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Posted: 7/7/2012 5:25:24 PM | with all the pain removed
I am but an empty sculpture
for my emotions fill me with clay
to be molded and resilient
squashed and brought back up
dehydrated and fired
on a firm foundation
not a mere shell
to shatter into pieces
the first time someone
ties to knock me down
I merely crack with age gracefully | |
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Posted: 7/8/2012 6:26:10 AM | i merely crack with age gracefully
watching tiny leg veins surfacing
seeing lines forming like crackling
noticing how my face is sagging
yet my soul is young and growing
my heart is still learning how to love
my body may be aging gracefully
but my mind is timeless with wonder | |
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Posted: 7/8/2012 6:58:41 AM | but my mind is timeless with wonder
Faster than light speeds I ponder
Traveling outer limits of The Universe
Imagination all obstacles can transverse
Unhinderd by physical laws of reality
Dreaming of distant places I want to see
Till I awake driving into a gang of bikers
by the yelling of ungrateful hitchhickers | |
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Posted: 7/8/2012 1:45:48 PM | by the yelling of ungrateful hitchhikers
humm does he wish he had plowed into bikers?
reality ain't so much fun, so dozing must be fun
unless you plow a roadside worker
or a trucker while your textin
keep those dreams while sitting still
man I know it takes all your will
but this here is the place at rest
put your dreams to the test
state with tact, kindness and love
what your minds really thinking of
yeah we know it might bite
but then again, we all can fly a kite
such a joy to see such songs
cats and dogs all getting along
some we love or not care for
still dart in and we long for more | |
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Posted: 7/8/2012 2:24:29 PM | still dart in and we long for more
replying to your message I explore
with tiny keys on my smart phone
when traffic cop heard my ring tone
wrote up my big ticket in a school zone
my excuses she would not condone
ignorance of the law is so perplexin
my vanity license plate said [ TXTIN ] | |
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Posted: 7/9/2012 4:02:52 PM | my vanity
license plate
said [TXTIN]
my vanity
facebook page
claims I'm excellent
working towards
my PhD(even though)
I've yet to pass
my GED
my vanity | |
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Posted: 7/9/2012 6:26:58 PM | my vanity
My god I think others know it now
I see the scars that are on body
the lines that stretch and the worry
and the enjoying of laughs and creases
but then
its not perfect nor accepted
I see the age in the others
alike me I shudder struggles
I have cracked my bones to shoulder indifferences
I see the potential of the new
and the failures that begin
in every one and things
I wish I can call out
stop!
but vanity says
watch
we listen to vanity
its not just body content
its how we breathe
to the why we seize
to where we are bedridden
who laughs last the true of man
I do not like the mirror
it is cold lifeless and hard
I do not like how it messes
when you throw it across the room it kisses the floor
an holy feet matches its appeal
till our intelligence notes
the pain the wrongs
but mirror you are loved when you are clear
when you are water and sand and air
I can see you for you
even if
it we I all disppear and change
I hate vanity it seems soft
but so sharp, blunt is its creation
simple veins easily severed
mere vases where we place our scores
a cat is not vain nor an it we held its importance
as it pawed ours
of our beauty & achievments
we worked so long & hard for
and we break our banks
to help our backs
yet
vanity stays
ontop our homes
weighing us down
till we seek more, less
a brick home
why not clay
Doesnt one wish for it all any
a home rich wealth health
a matter of magic that gifts & blesses
not curses nor troubles great
so a home on sand why not atop the world
but I don't want to pay nor lose nor fail
why do our blood ail badly
Vanity if you were a person a thing
able to be alive in itself
could you help
catch a fish
or let me watch its sparkling fins
glide away..someone speak!
simple isn't it. How merely similar
we all are familar
give an act so we can live
from my hands
I hold no net
life is holes
a hole has life
water is full of air
air is full of water
why are we not flying swimming
why are we not drowning suffocating
vanity, are you fairer then most
I will soon die or worse yet
I fan myself with my soul
I keep you not around me like im owned
but wounded is you and I
what drives it I wonder
I behold no marvels
anymore
upholding ourselves to the best
Vanity speaks for itself
in each of us
is that child and adult
each veering for
a safe hold
even a Carny
with all their ways
vanity reaches everywhere
and everyone yes even the balanced
vanity clucthes, we tie to vanity
like ivy, like poison
and yet
it is not evil, this vanity
after all
what we put in, we put out
even by starting late a late bloomer
then one whose an early genius can still mark their exisence
don't cling to others
you want to be vain
do to yourself unto yourself
treat yourself
but do not bruise my friend
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Posted: 7/10/2012 7:08:57 AM | do not bruise my friend
when you see she hurts already
with scars from years of pain
trying to stay sane
knowing being vain
so often
is the name of this game
letting it rise before our eyes
when being humble is a surprise
and so often only appears
when we can see our lies
are merely alibis
for not wanting to see
who we really are
when all along
if we could just stop
for one moment
and breathe
and let our selves be
just simply be
not egotistically
then we can be
finally free
loving all there is, you see,
even vanity
without judgement
is free of cruelty | |
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Posted: 7/10/2012 2:51:36 PM | is free
of cruelty
of judgment
of extortion
a possibility in our culture
taxation
bylaws
belittling piers
bosses in the rear
so near to most moments
ignorance seems necessary
in a quest for bliss
will we miss the bus
kick up a fuss
discuss other possibilities
while slaving away the day | |
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Posted: 7/10/2012 3:10:03 PM | while slaving away
the day rushes by
or dawdles in its tracks
raise your hand for
the back room break
to restore your sanity
and your humanity
before the useless hopelessness
of unimaginative employment
crushes your god given lucidity | |
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Posted: 7/12/2012 5:19:35 AM | ^^ hi. like a few other threads here, this one also uses the last line of the previous poem as your first.
with penicillin
or amoxicillin
the fever started to fall
thankfully it did its job
'twas a very close call | |
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Posted: 7/12/2012 3:20:02 PM | 'twas a very close call
life before the fall
before I knew such misery
would in truth set me free
'twas a very close call
that lost invitation to the ball
at which I tripped and broke my head
ever after consigned to bed
'twas a very close call
I resisted giving my very all
to that which I truly loved
and brought forth beauty from the blood | |
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Posted: 7/13/2012 12:00:20 AM | And brought forth beauty from the blood
is a soul brought down from heavenly above
her kiss full of life saving gifts
her embrace free of all tricks
is she mine?
fine like wine?
ages with wisdom
to grow with me?
time will tell
only time | |
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Bezoa
| | Joined: 7/2/2012
Msg: 3968 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/13/2012 12:46:11 AM | Only time
Only time can be too few and too many all at once
For wasted days can be wasted through appreciation
Relaxation
For a wasted life can never be redeemed
Only time
Only time can appreciate the gravity
The weight of stones
The weight of men who have been gone
The strain of a stray who has been put away
Only time
My friend, my pal
With claws and whistles to regal
Only time as never pretended to be kind | |
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Posted: 7/13/2012 3:19:26 PM | (taking some liberties here...)
Time has never
pretended to be
kind
Time has never
pretended to be
on your side
Time has never
pretended to be
short or long
Time has never
pretended to be
good or bad
Time has never
pretended to be
wasted or saved
Time has never
pretended to be
coming or going
Time has never
pretended to be
money
Time in my eyes
is only one thing
The giving of time is love | |
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Posted: 7/13/2012 7:55:32 PM | the giving of time is love
peeling crisp dried layer of clovers we have on our necks
Liberty at deck
is the flying black dove
who drops the message in her bottled beak an the whale blow
Taking is the perched white crowwho tricks & protects the chase
and watching is the turtle shelled titan lord
when were you love
where are you my love
how could you be love
why did you give me this hug
I felt like you shovelled to much of this falseness onto me
I cannot wash nor back off
Why did you do this to me
I asked you and you said
you would help me
but you supported their say & their governess
an I was laid to rest on this mess
Is this time defined
is love a feeling outside the lines
can we cross what we cannot carry
Will you marry a weeping human being whose wisdom is shot
from over caring
less is more then why are we dead
where are we headed/heading
please stop the leading
I fear to much an you wrong me so
I face my sire with dread
the freshness of blossoms dying
an I feel a burn & a freezing sensation
as I let loose the truth
unbribed from lips
but I hold back on what I choose
even if I confuse
If I must be held back in Heaven
If I do not learn all my lessons on Earth
since I cannot speak of the books yet
I cannot erase what my heart proudly stood & fetched
far & far the blows come high'near & hither my head drops clearer
I am tired I am dropping from sleep drunkness
madness bites me I am a bone
life is catty
to one who has no mistress
I am caught between these shades
If I was shielded would I be blessed
could I have said something to further my mark
or would that be the aim to my art
my home..a hovel
it is not a comfort
I do not wish to return
to the world we both abuse
giving up..I still try
but still again I cry
maybe trying is what wounds to kill
slow & fast aches ever so
will hell be empty
I wish I could wish
like I saw the sweetness of life
once before in a life
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Bezoa
| | Joined: 7/2/2012
Msg: 3971 | |
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Posted: 7/14/2012 1:35:29 AM | Once before in a life
I was cool and I saw it all
I could see, and communicate through the language of a shell
Speculation, reclusion, and strife
And even magic wore a gown at the ball
And to the ringing of my bell
I could wake
Be manic
And chasing the buzz
I took the cake
And like a cherry on a trick
Like a lick
To a nutsack with a fuzz
We choked
Empty and confused
Stressed out and bemused
It was a lie
For I wouldn't know great if it hit me
For I couldn't see straight and be me
It was a lie, and now boredom fills me
I run, and I hide from such a high
I tend to attempt neutrality
Serenity
Elude a lure
Forever fading away
Is there a cure
Content
Is there a way
For the fear to vent
To be high
Without being led astray... | |
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Posted: 7/14/2012 6:08:14 AM | to be high
without being led astray
takes being in the moment
if you can each day
takes noticing the little things
like the flight path of butterfly wings
or the way the dawn chorus sings
notice the way your mind and body feel when you dance
and when you sense this is your incredible chance
to turn it all around 'cause you've finally found
the natural state of grace in this place
not really hidden or rare
but the gift of being and living here
connected to all things everywhere
is the gift of getting really high
naturally on air | |
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Posted: 7/14/2012 10:56:00 AM | naturally on air
cottoncandy so light
bathing in water close to a fire surrounded by gifts & pleasure
is pain so shameful
is even ignoring better
what is worse
does Earth share fair, imagine the dreams & wishes
we drank pretend silly fantasies
that by faith fate does learn
music & unheard thoughts is a struggling hope
do we try to try
to absorb any
or has the toxins claimed us late
does it remind you to muse
whimsical people & things are so rare to gather & stay
rugged & calm suave & wild
the slightest catch
he could be dressed poor
but something of his valour does pour like heaven stairways
same for a woman
even on her bad side
be it clothed skin or hair
the scent of him ..them lingers
at first a tad strong
maybe to weak
who are we to critique long or brief
we mistake it we don't notice
just a faint fading scent mingles
that tingles our senses
as we turns our heads & we gasp
how dare he miss not look back
an we laugh when we are both caught
only some stare in challenge
an others are miffed
yet how little does such know
How succeulent deviant is this waft
a lapse of judgement clouds
like biting into a crisp soft biscuit frozen hot cocoa dips
tantalizing covers blossoms mid dance
ah to have it all
tempting..so addictive
there is more
not enough
perfections beauty strengths
so soft & aromatic its pure powered shock romantics
His scent of men, he is one man
musk & spices
flowers & fruits
strong & vibrant
bears a cleansing tune
as we seek him with our eyes
down the valley ways
where then he disappears from our untouched grasp
sensual is this smell of travel & work
easy goingness & stress
built into this person
His persona who knows
but we envision it well
could he be rough that adds to gentleness
after each step we are filled with his perfume
the cologne the oil the mist
so wicked but welcoming'even the most shied hardpressed individual
torments our senses as we fight our stubborn pride
and instincts start
we could be ugly creatures
at least we have abilities
but as soon as we are just far
we are settled an droop
till the wind picks up
& drops us for another loop
change is in the breathe
held in the breast lof hearts that silently say
we would cry for a stranger
one who made our moment each day
ah to remember an be pulled into memoirs of time
when a child we found
each intricate object sound
we would smell a rock
now older we can not bear it not
turn away turn off there are just some disgusts what one finds swell
like morning chinese bacon to a pregnant lass
the taste & close smell
of someone being decadent
being in a good presence of ones company
is a comfort when we are alive & dying or even if worse or better
if we are already
Is it hard to be blind deaf mute paralyzed
to be comatose tobe unaware
if a way to signal us home
does not have a price
why do we shy
and pretend we don't care
& strive for unnatural normalitiesWhat does the scent of fresh brewed suntea make you want
The kiss from a man yours who awoke
if you can deal with mud but not in every instance
who are we to say
we are the masterers of creation
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Posted: 7/14/2012 1:33:06 PM | we are the masters of creation
satisfied by our favoite sensations
some remain and some senses change
few almost never stay the same | |
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Posted: 7/14/2012 6:03:22 PM | few almost never stay the same
what was tame we thought so can become it not
that is honest it does happen it is rare life kept dopplegangers
In that case why have we came
Yes there were claims though quite lame
but they hit the right spot
to corner our hovering hearts
Now I wish I knew that before they maimed
if we had control over saying a name
like ruling over plants we choose to let rain
Would there ever be a game of blame
self faults and others harm
tell me the cost before we ride on these games
In just a matter of weeks to eight months a total amount of time wasted insane
questions left unanswered how mundane
where can we pick up is truly indane
in fact its like welcoming a block of scat & shame
a friend indeed is no friend at all
who sates their own needs & tower over your calls
pelleting you soft with their masked compassion
they promise to fall over backwards even acting out
Just to catch you
but you know that they
are really laughing at you
with their own groups & enemies
you should have played nice
hardening your resolve
to late to puzzle
be your own person stay right
do not be near the troubles
that they are their own cause to
because you chose too
it to is your sin
Now come back to what is real for you
lest you cry for real
over things you have no power
it only hurts you slower
and they leave you faster
the opposite is also true results
here we go again
you may have had enough
each day in each night out
little by little your flame flickers
can you cut off the wick & ease off the pain
lawyers go through humiliation
isn't it been Hell
fair or not we all experience deja vu
once or twice we see what was
but then those similarities end with a breath
too much too little builds
staying with us is a lie to freedom
hold onto these reigns as we burn the sled
we understand we all have trouble & demon slain & revived
then yet why are you cursing yourself
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