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Thorb
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Msg: 451 | |
| | First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)Page 19 of 189 (5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45) | In how you claim your prize
the world around you sighs
half a chicken
or just the thighs
its time to say goodbye
heart quickens
you really can't disguise
you shouldn't even try | |
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Posted: 4/1/2010 3:00:21 AM | You shouldn't even try
to ever attempt to lie
To the likes of me
Who can now see
Liars for what they are
Sharp corners like a star
But minus the glowing light
When they say what isn't right
Now I just smile & make light
For the discovery of truth is delight
When they said "the truth hurts" they were right
But it's still better than bullsheet isn't it? Yes - quite!  | |
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Posted: 4/1/2010 4:58:27 AM | yes quite
the truth hurts
but it aint black and white
what you see to be the truth
aint necessarily right
so it only hurts
if you let it bite | |
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Posted: 4/1/2010 11:03:58 AM | if you let it bite
(and I think it might)
it will raise a welt
below the belt
and if you don't
(not saying you won't)
it will look elsewhere
for one unaware
but it will be back
(unless a heart you lack)
for what I speak of
is nothing but love | |
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Posted: 4/1/2010 1:00:49 PM | Is nothing but love
Like the wings of a dove
Flying and gliding the winds up above
While the warm weather seeks to lay its nest
So the earth can find peace and share happiness
For all who dwell and lies within the crest
Creatures make room for offsprings to rise
The beaches are laughing with the rolling tides
And all is beautiful through nature's lurking eyes
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Posted: 4/1/2010 4:11:36 PM | all is beautiful through nature's lurking eyes
and it's smirking at you in full disguise
knowing and over flowing with wisdom most wise
that the crux deluxe is that you are the prize
the rex at the apex of the consciousness spire
sees through the trees and the smoky brush fire
faith based on self is the wealth of the ages
no need for a creed full of greed and lost wages
an idol gone idle is a riddle to solve
were we made of clay or did we evolve
absolution no solution for the sins of man
draw your own commandments in the tidal sand
thou most holy, thou mostly whole
time to return that which you stole
for you are the thief and the victim besmirched
allowing your soul to be perched in a church
a prophet appalled by the off-message sages
whose scripture was not scribed for their holy wages
comes back to the land with his feet in the sand
nature is the church and the only god is man | |
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Posted: 4/2/2010 3:17:20 AM | ^^wow, ice...strong messages, sir!
nature is the church and the only god is man
locked in the illusion we're an invincible clan
did we lose our way on the holiest day
did we forget why we are here today?
did we take the truth and turn it to greed
with power for some while the masses plead
for compassion and love in our thought and action
since union with all has gone so out of fashion
where many believe there is no unity
and love is simply another commodity
but through this illusion we've made a new start
where we're touching the most tender parts of our heart
where we're daring to go to a place love can flow
by simply learning to really let go
let go of the anger that's strangled us so
let go of the pain that fills us with woe
let go of the fear that always says no
so the light that shines so bright from within
can heal our soul to feel whole again
can heal our heart with a long lost art
where love can flow with true compassion
where peace is felt in all of our action
where humanity knows a deeper passion
and greed becomes an empty attraction....
for in this moment it all comes to be
from the sacred place of unity
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Posted: 4/2/2010 11:31:15 AM | from the sacred place of unity
nothing can escape
like a black hole for the heart and soul
behind a mysterious drape
to find it and go behind it
most often takes a lifetime
revealed by death and parted by the last breath
like a cliff leap at the end of a steep climb
I've heard it told that a few made of gold
can peer through the curtain of wonder
but a return to the fold leaves them unconsoled
by the world of pillage and plunder
but a poets grace allows them into the place
from whence they can reappear
to share the light with the common race
in a voice so soft and clear | |
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Posted: 4/2/2010 1:38:34 PM | In a voice so soft and clear
I can hear you calling,
I reach out but you disappear
as the darkness devours the fallen.
When right is wrong and wrong is right
The shadows taunt me from the wall,
The ivory tower dims its lights
as darkness devours and I fall | |
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Posted: 4/2/2010 4:12:11 PM | as darkness devours and i fall
through the looking glass grasping
laughter maniacal drifting through my soul
hysteria given a two second shot
scaling a ways up the inside wall
ne'er failing or falling an option
strength gaining ground, muscles tight
sunlight explodes around dark | |
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Posted: 4/2/2010 6:34:29 PM | sunlight explodes around dark
clouds shining through a silvery lining
shadows cast with the morning past
voyage east with the sun declining
and I with my wife get on with life
while wishing for a ravishing soak
to water the willows with no peccadillos
for we are just common folk | |
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Posted: 4/2/2010 8:50:23 PM | for we are just common folk
a fallacy, a very big illusion
we are always more than common
we were born. Those who survive birth
are stars, are necessary, leave noone out.
African child...stare at me with those magnificent eyes.
Common is no way to go. Bring me to the brink of the necessary miracle. | |
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Posted: 4/2/2010 9:32:40 PM | Common is no way to go. Bring me to the brink of the necessary miracle.
The common miracle is just so to make you need it.
The machine you perch before.
The cream that erases the callouses on my hands.
Two page spreads and bilboards wave them like scented hankies.
The real miracle is simply to be. | |
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Posted: 4/2/2010 10:14:03 PM | the real miracle is simply to be
to feel the depth of our energy
to know the soul that holds us all
that lifts us up and helps us fall...
the real miracle is simply to be
to be with everything peacefully
to feel the stillness completely
then from within we can listen.... | |
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Posted: 4/2/2010 10:24:41 PM | then from within we can listen...
from outwards, some words saved me
remembering..."dreams speak to a need for love"
"I love when you laugh"
"I will not go gently into the night..."
"Sunshine lit child, your curls dance...
" I love when you attempt to understand me..."
then were the times when eyes spoke...
aaah...I still shiver. | |
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Posted: 4/3/2010 2:18:36 AM | aaah I still shiver
and rage with all my might (!)
the sweetest dream serves
not to redeem my plight,
nor would I love you
greater, in real life than in
this dream..I cannot see
the perimeter to pinpoint
that extreme | |
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Posted: 4/3/2010 4:34:09 AM | To pinpoint that extreme
Is far from the normal dream
Drifting on a current downstream
Where things may not be as they seem
Searching for buried treasure that may gleam | |
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Posted: 4/3/2010 4:52:46 AM | searching for buried treasure that may gleam
the shiny side often unseen
hidden deep within that rock
just break it apart
yet we must take stock
for the miners are coming
to dig up this lovely setting
including all that brings us beauty
for this is their conflicted duty
doing what their bosses tell them
caught destroying our beloved kingdom | |
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Posted: 4/3/2010 9:23:42 PM | "caught destroying our beloved kingdom"
were the charges they cast from the pulpit
i laughed in my ankle chains and yelled "freedom"
"i wont sip your poison, i will gulp it"
there is no conservation without peace
theres no peace without social justice
theres no getting along till the arguements cease
until we know in our hearts just what trust is
for who are you (or who is anybody) who can fairly judge
in a world of scarce resources
i know my mind and rarely budge
the sky winks, rivers run their courses | |
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Posted: 4/3/2010 10:05:29 PM | the sky winks
rivers run their courses
don't blink
just feel the forces
beyond words
beyond care
heavy as earth
light as air | |
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Posted: 4/4/2010 4:14:53 PM | light as air
i walk to you
and still dont care
just what i do
i hit my knees
and dont have a clue
dig deep and write off the losses
i know my sins
are showing through
but no one wins
thats how much i grew
paying fees, how much is due
to christ and all of the bosses
the weight of earth
is on my back
the price of birth
i couldnt hack
i know my soul had a thing i lacked
lost while i tried to keep winning
peace on earth
i did my best
it was a curse
and i headed west
i sold my soul
tried to confess
to do one thing right without sinning
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Posted: 4/4/2010 7:35:41 PM | to do one thing right without sinning
is a game i won’t be winning
the dice i threw showed snake eyes
i lived in truth, told so few lies
sinning leaves dents on the soul
tell the truth, that is my call
truth alone is not enough
shed your life of other stuff | |
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Posted: 4/4/2010 10:07:53 PM | shed your life of other stuff
know what’s real and what is fluff
in the end we’ll know what’s true
in life we have, but a clue
resist the will of others
live your life by your druthers
stay steadfast in who you are
this advice will get you far | |
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Posted: 4/5/2010 5:00:29 AM | this advice will get you far
when you're driving in your car
and get stuck in melted tar...
or when you're walking in the street
and dog poo sticks to your shoe..
(well, at least you're not in bare feet :)...
no, life is not always oh so sweet
but that's the beauty of the journey
for it's in the midst of chaos
when calmness is a must....
we learn we must not fuss
over the little stuff
no matter how important it seems to us
for somewhere in the desert is an oasis | |
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Posted: 4/5/2010 10:49:48 PM | "for somewhere in the desert is an oasis"
here in this abstract, evolution that is my life
in somewhere noted as year 1975...
In the midst of hurry forward life...
blaring, jarring noises, hurry to somewhere
maybe nowhere, I caught your full gaze
for the first, ever, glorious moment
focus...into my eyes you came full force
hey baby in my lap...son...future.....
leaving...for a singular moment something more than...
ashes, nothing, meaningless, never
capturing , cannot speak, never since
the magic.Bring on more loving. | |
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