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| | First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)Page 160 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) | Never curse, much dreams
Never like though, evil schemes
School attend, thought taught well
Chain in dungeon, cage prison hell
Teachers profess smiling lies
Falsehood expose, squelch tries
Lawyers lie, in courts lawless scene
Theatre well play, their acts obscene. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/15/2012 5:03:37 AM | theatre will play, their acts obscene
re-creating what has always been
now with a twist of this man-made demon
as if we don't have enough of them
already flocking to their seats
the audience is not out of reach
to learn the lessons this play will teach
knowing darkness is really what they seek
so do not come if you're mild and meek
don't come see them beat the meat
hoping that somehow now in defeat
the play will stop the indiscreet
from using the less able for their fun
with ridicule by making them run
on circular wheels like hamsters do
and sadly we know it's really true
that the strong will always seek the weak
then leave them for dead in the street
not caring at all we're of the same breed
just using each other for our own greed | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/15/2012 11:04:37 PM | just using eachother for our own greed
advice is it the seed to greed evn if truly unpaid
can we be assured you are trusted an trusting
or will you be gone now
we wait with trepidation an we punish you the same
we make excuses to exclude blame
yet we place blame on whoevers name
aren't we holy desecrated ones
who catch an trap light
killing off what we dislike
we are small are we almighty
Indeed it is like a cat treed that gets up there on its own an gets down not on its own yet it is free though upsidedown
I agree I think so too tis like you understood without having to be a telepathic seer
When we are lonesome and we brew
we seek for others to undo
We may not like them none at all yet we still call on them our own folly
but in desperate measures we take dramatic seizures
Time has come to collect
an if we are not ready we beg a few more bets
a set of jolly words we makeup love in hopes we will be patted
We go over & over in our world
and over & over we mimic each others blurts
We know it is wrong we know tis a shame
but we go on anyways
we had enough why not be the one
who gets to choose to abuse
yes we may be serving back more
if Karma is true
then we are royally skewered
astute is the action accurate is a word
what are we..a verb?
Yes we can be greedy sons & daughters of mothers & fathers
we can be docile as lamb an butting heads next
Just because we have master degrees or worst yet just plumb street smarts
doesn't mean we are spectacular but we must best our reords
and chase our shadows
we run from our files, we want our past erased begone
out like a spot simple is it
our battles to live
we may not hesitate to backstab
we doublecross & then we pledge
to never do so again
lest provoked we turn the other cheek
others do the extreme
even yourself by your own
can be your own worst best friend you face to no end
begin your life..are we not selfish
we cry & demand an test the waters
as we learn we get to break & make others guilty even shaken with burden
of not being the best
Now we are old & is wisdom eternal
yet with each loss we get less
we lose fractions of our completed souls
an more of a mess
who gets to clean & go on
when our castle has been wrecked
bullies..isn't a storm that
weather through out reality
isn't the elderly important
or is that envious of us too
up in the air far away
we lived as giants
but down here
we are servants
if we could escape in a giant floating peach with a saintly child
an edible dreams
wouldn't we be happy to not have to face
anymore greed from parents
to pay rent for living
to have no will for living
to make each scrap worth saving
ah
but we don't
for each of us argue
an we do not stick
with what we had as ideal nor truth that is our set
but let us be fair..equality is a ransom
walking by webs of flair we dislike to have draped
but we look at it forlorn & long
we want to belong
even if we were to run on our limbs & eat fast
if greed is so wrong
what is caring granted
child you said you would do this you would do that
and you did neither even at invite
must one come on strong
you perfer it another style
what to decide you keep saying no
So you used her, she used you?
who used who is it selfish in turn
come back to earth but bring a cloud
maybe we will keep a star an watch it proud
silent is as a knight who forgets his code
we see a beautiful sight we pluck it with might
an its gone from its place
is that not greedy
is it morally right to pray
is it ethical to sing
is it even healthy to harbour hope & doubt
isn't it better to have some bittersweetness
like sour grapes an even crabby apples
an leaves of poisoned hands
or is it one or the either
and which we must debate over
to ensure one side
is the right
can both be right
what is power what is an owner
If you play along with the game you know tis wrong
if you initiate it to as well
and the other stops their involvment
who is really at all if anything
wouldn't it be perfect that if emptiness was purity
honesty was not everything
and we can gleam from each matter
alil bit of responsibility
or is that a problem for the world to bother
to ignore to troubles
can we untie the knot
but if by doing so
we create a new force
willm it follow or lead
to an awakening of imagination
much like we do as a child
we laugh at unforseen objects & jump at surprises
we are giddy to the sounds
an love each bee
some adults can giggle but we find it not amusing
so we destroy it by saying
you are retarded, dangerous no one
to save ourselves
must we sacrifice, compromise
or swear a late return
is refusing a gift really unfair
or giving love abnormal
agreeing to disagree what difference does that one make
if it takes blood to change
then so be it
just go ahead & lead
follow your own rites an obey your own rituals
a passage of two ways opens & closes
say hello nod farewell
if we are together we are apart as well
we hurt and enough is enough
but no great grace nor sake
No thankfullnes nor apology
Acceptance & otherwise can create recreate nor copulate
we are tired that is fine but it is not meaning we can stop for a spell
prodded to go on resisting an urge
gathering herbs we are like robots
it is to bad our ship has sailed
it could have been worthwhile good
but one day off resumes the mad calm
set fire to our minds & cleanse our hearts
if we can make do
isn't the building more eventful
or more incuring of fights
we cannot cure nor rule
evryone deserves what they have earn
but mind the consequences an the impact..the judging an its impressions
for even a numbing temple of death
could be the cause to peace
and we meet on one bridge
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Posted: 7/16/2012 3:23:34 AM | few almost never stay the same
constant change is nature's game
so said the ancient soothsayers
philosophers and poker players
flash floods shift the sandbars
bent cypress trees show the scars
as rushing water's changing powers
spread seed cones in gentle showers | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/16/2012 4:39:01 AM | patching last two last lines....
we meet on one bridge
spreading seed cones in gentle showers
overcoming every ridge
the power's in the flowers
sounds like hippie jargon again
but maybe it's actually true
for however we treat them
somehow they always come through
flowering and empowering us with truth | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/16/2012 8:06:07 AM | flowering and empowering us with truth
though some days it feels like what's the use
if the mind is desperate to find some proof
for what can't be explained in words
which often sounds too absurd
beyond what's found in our youth | |
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Posted: 7/16/2012 6:48:25 PM | beyond what's found in our youth
Superman change in a phone booth
Jungle Boy swinging a Tiger tooth
Arbrasive Abbot & Costello uncouth
RainMan repeating Whoz on firzt
Roman candles and rockets burst
Cool of Octoberfests eating knockwurst
Good polka music and beer for our thirst | |
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Posted: 7/16/2012 6:57:49 PM | Good polkamusic and beer for our thirst
let us wear hats a vest even spurs an twist ourselves first
to avoid falling call out
give me a GingerBeer cold or hot its goin to be spicy
but if it a very hot day..let have another so when its cold we dont need a fussy scene
pop off that cap we are in the zone
oh its a twist off cap well then let me have that
does it say a lil funny underneath its ridge
shall we look cool & try to top it off by slammin it down plenty
Come let us not have another earache
lets go from this mess
and walk out that door
and gather ourselves an ignore the fools who flame us
and pet a dog if it suits us as we walk to the fresh air
as we laugh an cringe
at what we dont understand to care
even if we had been outside
could we have butchered
our fears
we question ourselves
for havin tried abnormal stairs
looks like we have torn up
and left without the cost
shaking at what we share
the answer
why did we bare witness
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/16/2012 7:59:08 PM | why did we bare witness
well, to see her fitness
was she made of wood
would she float if she could
it is written in the book
we had to take a look
to find the maker's mark
and the cell was rather dark
so we dunked her in the tank
she was no witch she sank | |
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Posted: 7/16/2012 8:44:17 PM | she was no witch she sank
all because of other men's stank
she was innocent and worth love
but every other women condemned her blood
Like every bloke who needed a poke
now she's dead
bring in the bread
your king is a fool as are you
you could have been better
but you left yourself bitter
Now pay the cost
of what is lost | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/17/2012 4:52:07 AM | now pay the cost of what is lost
contaminated water, land and air
left it too late without a care
somehow imagining it all would heal
magically by itself was the hopeless deal
poisoning us all and then we wonder
why so many are finding cancer
is eating away at our very souls
seems we got too greedy and lost any goals
to take much more care
with all things everywhere | |
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Posted: 7/17/2012 7:51:56 AM | With all things everywhere
there always will come a price to pay
If we ignore the environment long enough
It might decide to just go away
Youth of the day looks at us through their masks
sincerely asking us "Why?"
The answer speakings volumes might just be
a small teardrop in our eye | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/18/2012 4:52:52 AM | A small teardrop in our eye
We watch are youth passing by
Gather our memories one by one
Of winters play, summers sun
Placing them in nostalgically
Where good times are supposed to be
Warming our hearts, out bleak days
When no longer can we reach the rays… | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/18/2012 3:07:51 PM | when we no longer can reach the rays
yet the bright light is in our gaze
even if there comes a haze
the light still shines within | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/18/2012 3:15:52 PM | the light still shines within
it was on the head of that pin
no its not a sin
swallowing thin metal objects | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/18/2012 6:38:58 PM | swallowing thin metal objects
deliberate purpose intentional suffering what is this incorrigible git doing on this plane of wit
not all of us are angels in crisis
but our minds are what freak out our subjects
feeling the danger is our project
we have an objective set of death & fun & close call upsets
but it is all pretend
like lent in giving up sacrificial goats & lambs in cloaked tents overun & done in pools & dying fools on crabapples an brown grass
touch the yewberry tree let it kiss you for me
this lioness will hunt your beloved
if you come back at this hour
when we wipe truths blood from our ripped eyes
we enjoy the recoiled gasps of our guests &we make then stay for the rest
but aren't we..the guests
we place fingers in the raw
probing the very digust of law
disguised ingenuity is that you genuinely
disappointed when neither proves satisfactory
Or can you just change your mind all on a split second fuse
ask for help
you get a stranger
you must go
on your own
pay as you go do not forget every piece of knowledge
you only get it once
if you want not psychotic blows
how can the dead be alive
how is it we survive
then fail
you let us go you let us show
do not turn around the table you showed
maddening enforcerers who find perverse real
let this be you
in informing each person cruel
abuse is hardly a let down
if you were let by a friend to go on with your selfish plans
wouldn't that be placating the few
overriding the many
then what else is new
tis your own problem you have to gab & chew
you cannot shoot your shadow
but you can defeat your bretheren
so now its up to me
to cut the limb that I choose of me
but what is freedom without loss when we think we have it all lass yes we feel we are gift
but remind yourselves
its not often blessed
so do not become a ghost who cannot let go of the past
you must bind it fast & last the night
before you make it out
even if you feel pulled
shove off & don't be fooled
make your own hat from your skin & hair
combine each eyelash to make a whipped tear
let it go unshown
till we are stopped by a buffoonan yet even as we must give up
we can still have
alil bite in the pricks
stick metal into fire stick water into electricity
now the acid taint in you bubbles
what is really yours in belonging
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2012 2:59:31 PM | yours in belonging
is not yours in owning
the affection of one
who fancies you
simply by radiance
emotional obedience
the reflection of the world
is not you
who they see
in spirit and being
not even close to the
fiction of you
that you project and even
expect all the rest to
love that which you
pretend to | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2012 6:51:40 PM | That which you pretend to
hold so dear I now fear
gets to hold a blindfold
over your eye
Fog won't clear so I fear
all seems lost and the cost
may be dear lest ya hear
" t'was worth a try" | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2012 7:49:05 PM | "t'was worth a try''
says the barman
winking his good eye
the problem with those gals
seeing right through a man
leaves him no place to hide
you wouldn't change you
or their minds'
even if you could
hang your hat over there by the bar
lay down weary hearts with respite from the oldest friends
now chase that whiskey with your pride | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2012 10:26:37 PM | now chase that whiskey with your pride
wear it proper its your style maybe some advise is worth twice
or will it be nothing
dont guess
dont place bets you cannot lie
odds are youll choke or brave it forced
then it gets better each use & abuse
whoever follows plays leader
forgetting candor soon or during
you can of course just gaze & graze
you have the priviledge to be safe
protecting others to
if you dont like the maze & turnabout
the tables that are filled and your seat taken
dont be upset when you get back dont show your back
Just only listen a sec
less theres weakness in both sides
heavy duty calls for back up but keep your head on lest you mess & miss it up a notch
lil belly grow big
even large jocks can be a midnight movie star
if you have the key you wont go on by dry
whatever floats your boat you want to just gloat
but keep it to yourself if you truly have respect
if you want change you'll have to get it
but sometimes you wont
get it
but then who knows
a stranger
danger sleeps an awaits its call
with that flow fluid movement in only a moment
what seems like fast mumbles
becomes clearler jungle
a door begging to be unlocked what lies inside & out a surprise
later beat some good eggs for the ride
'show off to the ppl who slowly gather but not make room
theres to much to do
if you are new
or a veteran
lets go hurry with the bourbon grandeur if your not ready but late
go get some tonic & ginger pastry dont tempt a dare
an make home made toddies
from some book you drew out
whether male or woman what else is impportant
whats in that flask that shatters
what is that flask that someone mentions
fasten on the maps tis a night to last
bring on the ice or you perfer melted hash
a mash of bodies and then there is air
but then your to careful or your to careless
or this or that
good thing luck has it'
with needle & thread someone can mend at least
piece of that dress
an then he catches you
you try not to notice
you try to notice
you decide
as does he
so now its early
and slow
watery drinks served left handed
does it matter you are flushed is it right he blushes
your face is rouge look at that smile rugged you
you look so cute
and some of them..well brutes who slap at cutes
and subtly given the cut off
and even the cute ones are devils
devils are angels
there is neither
its all just ether
ah theres a fella whose face is downcast
he is musing his drink'cradling it like a child
call a nurse he is not wasting that glass
or could be a she whose to shy to budge
pry it out from his/her their lifeless hands
he may be stubborn so hold back a bit
if you do it to tease
let him be if he swallows ye
you will know when to interfere
when to sit back
when to give him a kick ass
say the wrong thing
its your turn to be beaten
then the night is wasted wasting
what happened to the class of loud joy
ah it clashed with the winks & hoods
now its more hushed and seriousness ensues
who would dare break it up
lest there is trouble on the way
if you could would you be the hero of the day & moment after
you pursue to be forgotten
that is your wants then go feast on desserts
maybe you are quite
a man
oh but others attention
the sweaty ties & teased bro's brow
slick hair now matted
some out of proportion
deliberate fellas
how do some men keep it together
when they are..not?
perfected
not one hair loose
not a tie floped back
did they arrive late with an excuse
they refuse
they treat ladies like wine
placing jackets over the green line
they came with the crowd
how could you have missed
that one man's proud gait
this is not the red light district
as you sit back and tight smile
wishing you could cool for a while
the party is hot there is no room
but the party is ending
who invited you
why did you go an staying confused
just relax like the tide and the moon
no need to fret like a monsoon
the night is cool
so why are you anxious what has you up
your making matters tense way up
dont keep looking around dont be that sad clown
waiting for a next dance around the clock?
working soon
how will you hang up the phone
thinking if there will be gossip lying suck ups
some of you are dressed so classy
others are more casually
casually with style
others not worth much but maybe
they will still get
their flower an date
one mans treasure is anothers stock
look at the tired little grown feet
hidden clothed and gone
you met only once & you chose not to mingle
so now you have a few regretful hours
well pip pip you may meet again
that is if you go to another run in
chasing who
chasing what
a chance of winning the chase/hunt
dont touch the jacked up box you can get shocked
what you never ventured
may be your final adventure
by others loosened lips
an to close hips
imagined a touch or whispered threat
dont blink dont think
keep your head & heart
like dinner rolls before the banquet
and the steam wet napkins, expect to tip
dont be quick to fool nor nevermind you are judged
you may have the same outfit
but dont let life stop dont forfeit
bring your own music & stories & run
evn if it is all to strong
you'll be well better off
having your own fun
by yourself being you
whether with aid or your own
conscience
but better to be strict then to wake up
screwed
if your left behind
dont use the blackened halls
walk straight youll pass through walls
go to town investigate
invest some effort
into what leads you
follow it
no leaders exist even worse yet
you dont, you may not know you
at this earthly ground & heaven sky
alien forces & other sources
can you believe the money in place
just so someone can have some face
You have life as well
liven it some bit by bit
you could really be a hard core b**** or some vanilla wanna bee
or in between nobody
and reality doesnt just exist
imagine your fate
can you reciprocate
advocate
can you best your own fears an be confident for once
once upon a time far away
what continued for you then
may be equal now
come sing to your pleasure
gentle voice in your mind
don't cry nor die
nor be alive
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2012 12:24:09 AM | nor be alive
I die slowly
a syllable at a time
quicken deaths door
only from ashes my phoenix rise
making flight through tepid waters
opens doors closed
reborn only to die
syllables at a time | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2012 1:07:31 AM | Syllables at a time
I whine
I dine
To the selfish pleasure
To the leisure
Of giving my words a port
An accomplishment of sorts
With the rumbling of my chips
With a gamble on my wits
That perhaps
The horns shall whistle
And from scraps
To a gourmet sizzle
And with hopes of better than a fizzle
I may learn a thing or two
And woo
That which I glared at as it's passed
In front of polished metal behind glass
And woo
As I often fail to do | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2012 11:44:44 AM | as I often fail to do
have patience when I need to
driving through the tourist din
where speed limits mean nothing to them
pulling out right in front of you
then driving the speed of a snail...they really do....
yes I get that they are lost
yet being late for work is the cost
for those of us who live here year round
sharing roads where few street lights are found
so now when I'm driving home at night
am constantly blinded by their headlights on bright
with no regard for those who serve
the rich and selfish tourist herd
:) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2012 6:55:08 PM | 'the rich and selfish tourist herd'
was not very complimentary
and less than they deserve
for of course if you live here
the beauty must be shared
and of course they're good
for the economy....
really necessary actually | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/21/2012 4:02:58 AM | Really necessary actually,
that polluting, steaming big factory,
gives them their bread,
or else they'd be dead,
or alone with pure hunger instead.
Hunger, darkness misery too,
so many places left in the stew.
people come and people go,
where they've been who is to know.
Life seems but a fleeting moment,
grab it's thread and please do own it.
make peace with your country,
it's inhabitants too,
else this place will also be few.
Dilemmas and darkness,
poems and quotes,
isn't it about time we helped who need it the most. | |
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