| | First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)Page 31 of 189 (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, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57) | life isn't all it seems...nail it down
but life doesn't afford such simple solution.
is that helpful friend who they seem or just a clown
stealthily guiding you into unforeseen ruin?
in the game of life we get thrown many a curve ball,
and trying to reap the rewards of a game well played
we never know when to drop low or jump tall,
such are the everyday decisions that are made.
so, we live our lives on a day-to-day basis
taking life's cues with an alert eye and open heart,
and while searching our loved ones and friends faces
we can decide where they fit, if they're just playing the part. | |
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Posted: 5/28/2010 6:25:25 PM | we can decide where they fit, if they're just playing the part.
but our decisions dont mean much once we depart
i can pontificate how the futures my goal
but at the end of the day i will still play my role
we can regret judgement and yet guage our friends
the truth lays in judgement , means dont meat the ends
jam it together, i dont know how it blends
as one, i wont sell the mole | |
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Posted: 5/28/2010 11:23:32 PM | as one, I won't sell the mole
even though it's digging the biggest hole
in the fabric of humanity's goal
of manifesting a beautiful garden
though we have been a poor warden
to preserve all we have been given
while living in this earthly kingdom | |
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Posted: 5/29/2010 11:04:38 AM | while living in this earthly kingdom
losing things could be a symptom
of minds that can't remember much
like rhymes in 8 lines and other such
fun we've had in this writing haven
but it soon could end for misbehavin'..
I hope with help it will come back
and then we can get back on track
but if it should stay in the deleted rack
we can not dare go on the attack
or it's to ban camp we will go
and I can say that feels miserable...
so maybe begging will be the way
to bring back that thread hopefully today
for, like the others that just disappear,
I hope this one's temporary for I fear
our time of writing adventures here
might soon be sadly very near | |
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Posted: 5/29/2010 12:45:09 PM | Our time of writing adventures here
Might soon be sadly very near
This kind of talk sounds so defeated
Oh, I see it’s been deleted
So cross your I’s and dot your T’s
The deletoids surely watch for these
To every rule we must conform
Dare stray not too far from the norm | |
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Posted: 5/29/2010 1:57:13 PM | dare stray not too far from the norm
it's true dear man...no more reform...
one must respect the powers that be
for we are truly at their mercy | |
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Posted: 5/30/2010 9:55:00 AM | for we are truly at their mercy
when our cherished threads get deleted
I need to remember to this
so I keep them for later | |
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Posted: 5/30/2010 8:08:55 PM | keep them for later in mashed pertater
i will lick your thigh till im drunk
if you tip the waiter i will see you later
to plug in and play punk
everything crashes and it aint all my fault
i will see u one of these days
there aint no value to shit locked in a vault
i just aint buying into that craze
hey pal. | |
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Posted: 5/30/2010 9:21:29 PM | hey pal
thought you were someone
I already knew...but...
hey pal...I am discussing
one and one is two
and why love is so needed.
hey pal
I miss you.
Can still see your light
in your eyes, hey friend
pal is nothing.
we talk....so shiveringly well. | |
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Posted: 5/31/2010 2:28:11 AM | (hugs and HI!)
we talk.....so shiveringly well
inside my head you'll listen for a spell
maybe we've been through some of the same hell
instant attraction I cannot repel
while I sit and sip white white zinfandel
as my thoughts continue to gel | |
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Posted: 5/31/2010 3:17:45 PM | As my thoughts continue to gel
like sticky goo in transparent hues
(coconut scented sea foam blue)
I watch the clouds floating by
shifting shapes before my eyes | |
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Posted: 5/31/2010 3:38:28 PM | Shifting shapes before my eyes
Truth and illusion both disguised
Never sure which is which
Ain’t this life a son of a bytch | |
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Posted: 5/31/2010 4:35:36 PM | aint this life a son of a bytch
then you hang with one
thats got this itch
if you have what it takes
to make the right pitch
to get it scratched
without a glitch | |
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Posted: 5/31/2010 7:21:02 PM | Without a glitch
That’s how it went
Nothing got broken
Twisted or bent
Lady luck she was present
The process was charmed
For in the construction of this verse
No humans were harmed | |
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Posted: 5/31/2010 7:32:49 PM | No humans were harmed (a huh)
come say hello I have some candy
tasty for the bad boys that like sweets
lets get tied up for a while in pleasure
chocolate really is good for you
enjoy all in moderation! | |
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Posted: 6/1/2010 11:14:54 PM | (But I've never even tried)
was his name Anglo?
No. His name was something
akin to learning. and he learned
so very hard. Any face, any skin
learns easy, learns hard.
could any imagine
a tree dying? Now..
those are years
accepting a flow.
People are not trees.
Baby people that die
are truly markers.
Akin to a wolf howling. | |
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Posted: 6/2/2010 5:49:58 AM | Akin to a wolf howling
Silhouette dark on the night sky
While some other wild animal was fouling
Hidden from sight but close by | |
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Posted: 6/2/2010 10:01:29 AM | a new love to start?
(bah humbug)
its much more fun
to chase around
a hot crossed bun
those ready to eat
all sweetly stick
need a taste
like one big lick
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Posted: 6/2/2010 10:54:13 AM | like one big lick
on a peppermint stick
she was sweet but cool the touch
like a chill north wind
on a summer night
refreshing but a little too much
should I don a coat
and let it float
or scramble for higher ground
it may not be fair
but a peace fills the air
when she is not around | |
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Posted: 6/2/2010 12:08:39 PM | (For my crew)
when she is not around
the boys do cry out for her still
and wonder where she has gone,
the true pleasure is her company
clothed in creative freedom
uninhibited is her only song,
she floats away like a butterfly
on the wings of beauties pallet
while capturing hearts along,
enjoying her while while they may
so cherished are those days
for to no one she belongs
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Posted: 6/2/2010 5:36:28 PM | To no one she belongs
The woman’s self-directed
Immune to silly love songs
Her heart is unaffected
Can’t be moved with rhyming verse
Chocolate hearts or flowers
Men afflicted by her tragic curse
Appeal to higher powers | |
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Posted: 6/2/2010 6:01:06 PM | appeal to higher powers
is what some do when it hits the fan.
glossing over bumps with rosy flowers
trying to right wrong however they can.
others seek to the powers within
to find a solution for that that ails us
without an unseen force to cure our sin,
they believe in power without the fuss. | |
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Posted: 6/2/2010 7:59:55 PM | they believe in the power without the fuss
drinking dripping sensuality like a Red Bull
energized beyond any silly drumming rabbit
called to duty by driving desire not right
hand picked by whimsical folly games
and used until the excitement wears off
only to choose yet another willing victim
happy to please separating soul from heart | |
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