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| | First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)Page 24 of 189 (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, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50) | and challenged the greed that persists
socialism, communism, capitalist
government monopoly high in demand
making a fortune off supply and demand
while forgotten are many who work in the fields
slaving for food to feed hungry chills
this is reality throughout all the world
survival the fittest that what I herd | |
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Posted: 4/26/2010 7:15:04 PM | no revolt necessary...
all empowered
really? jesus? are you serious?
did you read the part about casting the money changers out of the temple? flipping tables in the market right before he got crucified?
he totally went off and it got him crucified. i would call that a communist revolt | |
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Posted: 4/26/2010 7:59:13 PM | survival of the fitest thats what I heard
that momma Mary was not a nerd
a vigin she gave us her baby boy
filled many hearts with greatest joy
so if you believe he'll be good to you
and if you dont I might be blue
cause up in heaven I'd like to see
all my friends up there with me
(ok Im done now~ Im not a thumper) | |
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Thorb
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Msg: 579 | |
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Posted: 4/27/2010 8:50:37 AM | [me thinks ... Rasko ... was just having one of those moments]
all my friends up there with me
laughing so hard we all had to pee
looking around we didn't see any trees
so the girls crouched in the grass delicately
while us guy just let it fly
trying not to get any spray in an eye
its hard while the laughing is making you cry
then when it is over we hear a big sigh
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Posted: 4/27/2010 10:24:49 AM | Then when it is over we hear a big sigh
The man in the mask gave an alibi
For his crime which wasn't worth a dime
But he was paid in red-painted money
While he rummaged amongst bees looking for honey
Pollenating & ruminating
Planting seeds & growing unsightly weeds
But what was the sum total of the deeds | |
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Posted: 4/27/2010 5:22:09 PM | But what was the sum total of the deeds,
while you were here on this loving planet?
How many in need did you give good leads,
while taking all your great gifts for granted?
Why was I given so much to ponder?
I’d like to fly like a graceful condor.
To soar without care would be a great life,
instead I sit here and write with much strife. | |
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Posted: 4/28/2010 3:16:03 AM | Instead I sit here and write with much strife
They say "the ball & chain is the nagging wife"
But in reverse is no better or no worse
Being with the wrong person = hitching a ride in a hearse
If they work on eroding all of your self-confidence
Leaving you with no inner self-belief or defense
But learning the truth can later recompense
And realising "it's you - not me!" brings relief so immense | |
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Thorb
| | Joined: 7/15/2005
Msg: 583 | |
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Posted: 4/28/2010 1:27:46 PM | realising "it's you - not me!" brings relief so immense
as fantasy again overtakes common sense
two to tango and at least two to fight
so there is no just you or just me making things right
we have to be in it together
dress for all kinds of weather
lay down now and then in the heather
other times on those soft down feathers
compromise and contractual obligation
not disguise or of hand accusation
to win in this game
we need passion and brains
we need to laugh in the rains that will fall
we need to enjoy the little rests between calls
stand proud and tall as we wait in the hall
for some small chance to partake in the ball | |
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Posted: 4/28/2010 3:34:03 PM | for some small chance to partake in the ball
is a life time dream come true,
from the fairy tale stories we watched
to Cinderella's crystal shoe,
to the beautiful styles in a fashion magazine
and trying on expensive designer clothes,
all for the feeling of loves truest kiss
we can feel all the way down to our toes,
it is what women wish for but never admit
the prince charming from days gone by,
to be swept off their feet and taken away
by the gift of that perfect guy...
Here to dreams that keep us dreaming
(thanks to all regular posters for all the fun) | |
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Posted: 4/28/2010 5:25:10 PM | By the gift of that perfect guy...
with his love would I drift too high?
Would he be the bluest of skies,
and not disappoint me with lies?
Would his love give me sunny days,
or would I still be in a haze?
Would I embrace his loving ways,
or still wander in my mind’s maze?
The mind, a mighty enemy,
won’t let the past die peacefully.
I can’t seem to find the lock’s key,
in the Beatles’ words, let it be.
There’s still a light that shines on me,
hearing words of wisdom, I see,
that what I want may never be.
In His love, I will be set free. | |
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Posted: 4/28/2010 6:57:56 PM | i will be set free
to have those moments, you see
thats playoff hockey
meanwhile i will be
wearing my B
heading to philly
(merci, les habitants) | |
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Posted: 4/28/2010 7:18:21 PM | heading back to philly
where i lived so long ago
dancing with the pbc
a child who didn't know
she'd leave the place
that brought her grace
and also grew a crying space
for there is where her life displaced
never to return to that home base
never to slow down the pace
but keep on moving on
carrying my suitcase
until the circle ends the race....
now seeing within each person
finding love in every face
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Posted: 4/29/2010 8:50:19 AM | Finding love in every face
Each laughter line you like to trace
And it takes you to that far-away place
Where eyes shine like stars & glitter with grace | |
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Posted: 4/29/2010 11:17:01 AM | Where eyes shine like stars & glitter with grace
with rose petals scattered all over the place
the small little man with robes for attire
sits in front of a small and luminous fire
his frailty belies the strength in his voice
as he talks of the responsibility of choice
is your guide one to hide when when the devil responds
or do you brim with pride and join the chosen ones
his oratory's over and he opens discussion
about the choice we make and the repercussion
most choose to stay quiet lest they sound the fool
and that choice leaves no echo from the man on the stool
but I choose to speak and so raise my hand
all eyes come to rest on this lonely man
through glinting eyes full of tears I speak
how to help others when I myself am weak
seek not to be sanctimonious he responded most wise
as the small flame flickered and flashed from his eyes
restore in yourself the strength you require
before trying to light a blind man's fire
light only shines from a fire within
and if it grows dim you will be just like him
unable to see past your own self-sorrow
unable to dream of a brighter tomorrow
blow on it gently and add kindling wood
and at once his metaphor I understood
as I kissed his hands underlit by the flame
he asked me most kindly to reveal my name
and the fire singed the raw holes in my palms
and those gathered there began singing psalms
my name is no matter I said to the sage
just call me a bird let out of his cage
his smile revealed his age in his teeth
and a countenance that radiated love from beneath
then he smothered his flame with a handfull of stones
and slowly ascended on skin-covered bones
and I bowed to him grateful for our fateful assembly
and he bowed in kind and in a voice quite trembly
to yourself be good and to good be yourself
and your life with be enriched with great wealth | |
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Posted: 4/29/2010 2:10:41 PM | ^^ beautifully written wisdom, ice...thank you for leaving your inspiration!
your life will be enriched with great wealth
the more you feel the essence of self
the more you grow the seeds of love
the more you sew the threads of our brotherhood
for wealth of this kind is not monetary
and fortunately we don't need to go live in a monestary
but learn to be calm in the raging storm
like a wave on the sea that changes its form
yet always remains the same at its core
like all other waves that ask for no more
than to simply be all they can be
as they travel endlessly from sea to shore
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Posted: 4/29/2010 4:32:25 PM | As they travel endlessly from sea to shore,
why is that some fish always want much more?
To be caught in this forum is what we seek,
yet, when caught, some still log in, week after week.
How could you love me and, yet, seek another?
My guess, your true love, I did not uncover.
Upon our first meeting, the smile on your face,
made me feel as though I was adorned in lace.
At this point, I took your soul into my hand,
I sought to believe, that our love was God’s plan.
My wires were crossed, I slept with the devil,
Rosemary, he was never on the level. | |
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Posted: 4/29/2010 9:35:06 PM | Rosemary he was never
(quite) on the level
thyme was wasted
to the hand of the devil
Basil did tell us
to seek out the truth
while Chamomile tried to
have me keep my cooth
but Hops had an idea
as Jane tried to be kind
Juniper's past had to get buried
Wheat went out and lost his mind | |
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Posted: 4/29/2010 9:41:18 PM | ahhh...incredibly clever my man!!
wheat went and lost his mind
when the scythe did appear
corn from monsanto
is the worst ever fear
living life
of the culture
i am in doesn't feel
write but more like a sin | |
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Thorb
| | Joined: 7/15/2005
Msg: 594 | |
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Posted: 4/30/2010 4:09:07 AM | left to cook alone
he started to look like skin and bone
missing his chef who used to be home
while she had gone to be free
to find her self spiritually
yet more than occasionally
she wished she was home
with her best friend
who was now alone
giving her space
yet missing her face
while everything felt
so out of place and
she also had no base
without her mate's smell and taste
so she detached from her spiritual 'race'
returning home with new found grace | |
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Posted: 4/30/2010 5:20:25 AM | Returning home with new found grace
Heart light as a helium-filled balloon
Blossoming fully like a rose in June
Finally knowing their own special place
In this world where chaos ensues
Find the moments of tranquility we can use
To find inner calm - keep soul safe from harm
Once discovering this serenity life can work like a charm | |
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Posted: 4/30/2010 11:50:37 AM | Once discovering this serenity life can work like a charm,
walk with me my love, take my arm
upon the sand our hearts beat as one,
embraced by warmth of the setting sun
a tender kiss to pass the breath,
love is forever, knows not death. | |
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Posted: 4/30/2010 3:08:41 PM | Love is forever, knows not death
Holding on to every breath
But the vessel will return to dust
We the mortal know it must
In the face of this we shall be brave
For love endures beyond the grave
Impervious to month or year
The departed mark us while they’re here
Undiminished by days on end
Father, mother, brother, friend
They have made us what we are
Always close, never far | |
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Posted: 4/30/2010 3:29:22 PM | Always close, never far,
think of you when
I gaze upon a star.
In the crisp and clear
autumn night,
amid the darkness
I have light.
Your light guided
me when you were here,
though you’re gone,
I have no fear.
You’ll be in my heart
forever and ever,
my love for you,
ceasing never. | |
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Thorb
| | Joined: 7/15/2005
Msg: 600 | |
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Posted: 4/30/2010 6:02:19 PM | ceasing never
changing weather
broken feather
tethered to a band
a last stand
constant demand
hand it to the substitute
nylon replaced jute
patience when you shoot
boot the negative thought
summer should be hot
sometimes it not
brought to our attention
questionable retention
I probably shouldn't mention
inventions that don't work | |
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