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| | First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)Page 32 of 189 (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, 58) | happy to please
separating soul from heart
missing the beauty of intimacy
melding
melting
deeper into the physical
transcending the spiritual
together | |
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Posted: 6/3/2010 3:16:37 AM | Together
It takes 2 to tango
The old cliche goes
Where it orginated from
Who knows?
But when led a merry dance
Not merely down to pure chance
Then there is no 'together'
In the stormiest of weather | |
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Posted: 6/3/2010 5:11:28 AM | in the stormiest of weather,
in the calmest eye of the hurricane,
we find ourselves strapped with binds of leather
hindering our quest for a level plane.
how did it get this far without my notice?
did I sleep through the last chapter,
losing all ability to focus?
did I instead lose myself to laughter?
life really is just one day after the next,
no matter how well we think we plan
no matter how much "we know best",
are we ever really ready when the sh!t hits the fan? | |
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Posted: 6/3/2010 7:16:15 AM | are we ever really ready when the shit hits the fan?
we may think so but our eyes tell another tale
reach down into the pile of garbage once more
you shall find nothing and again shall fail
it is far much simpler to keep the doors closed
until a time when a collector comes for the bale
the smell wont be so awful then in the house
and far away that annoying stench shall sail | |
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Posted: 6/3/2010 1:51:24 PM | and far away that annoying stench shall sail
beam it up scotty, blow it back to hell
for stench is always around a blowin in the air
dark people with dark minds
vs the light and people tryin' to be kind
always someone to piss on the parade
ruin your day off in the shade
clorox it , clean it up, freebreeze the air
stench still comes with it's snare
Let freedom ring if you dare | |
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Posted: 6/4/2010 8:19:38 AM | Let freedom ring if you dare
so its friday and you can tell
there away went the smell
is it the incoming rain
or a love song whispered in yout ear
with notes you want to hear
or the thought of the weekend
so long coming now here nestle close in the den
but then again, it s past ten and the day has dawned
wouldn't you just love to meet someone | |
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Posted: 6/5/2010 1:49:10 AM | Wouldn't you just love to meet someone
Somebody true
Someone you never knew
Just a dream the makings of which long-since gone
For nobody else can really fullfill
If you're unable to be happy within yourself
Better to be single than with the wrong person
Better to be content & still left on the shelf | |
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Posted: 6/5/2010 5:13:14 AM | still left on the shelf..
behind the balsamic and peri-peri
my favourite self
an ingredient savoured by few
adored by many | |
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Posted: 6/5/2010 6:41:26 AM | Adored by many
None are exclusively chosen
For addicted to
The drug of multiplicity
Vanity must reject all suitors | |
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Posted: 6/5/2010 7:09:49 AM | Vanity must reject all suitors
bathed in self righteousness,
drinking from false fountains
maintaining plastic youth,
computerized personalities
seemingly flawless beauty,
fall apart under the scrutiny
of those with big hearts,
loving all and seeing all
for what is really there | |
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Posted: 6/5/2010 8:34:38 AM | For what is really there
And what is simply air
Might as well just let loose
But beware the grey goose
Or face him if you dare | |
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Posted: 6/5/2010 8:49:35 AM | or...
face him if you dare
face her if you care
living life on a wing and a prayer
but
as i've said before
life is so much more
when we open the door
widely
we find heaven on earth
a sense of rebirth
nothing is worse than walking away
when we want to play
all day in the sun
the world has just begun
let's live life for fun...
(g'day...knight!) | |
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Posted: 6/5/2010 8:53:09 AM | (ha ha ha ha ha... I gotta love you for that!)
Or face him if you dare
a shot without a care
but buyer beware
tattoos you will bare
and it is not fair
while holding my hair
in the toilet I stare
stink I wear
so in the shower I bear
me
lets live life for fun
now I gotta run
to have more... | |
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Posted: 6/5/2010 11:25:59 AM | to have more
is to settle for less
feeling sheer happiness
letting go stress...
taking care not to depress
for, like a closet full
of a never-worn dress,
more is less | |
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Posted: 6/5/2010 1:00:18 PM | more is less
it smothers
fits too tight
and bothers
to find yourself
peel back the layers
who dares
to seek the truth?
find the self in age
you hid in youth | |
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Posted: 6/5/2010 2:37:46 PM | you hid in youth
special things in a cigar box
painted glitter macaroni
held a Valentine from that boy
a glow in the dark super ball
attic door skeleton keys
Grandma's embroidered handkerchief
my first Mickey watch
all so cherished memories
strings and things long forgotten
even the pictures of us
kissing in the booth
reminding me of cotton candy
bumper cars
hot dogs and
love | |
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Posted: 6/6/2010 8:53:38 AM | hot dogs and love
which one lingers on
the lips longer?
I'd like to think
of truest love first
love lingers on lips
longer and lovlier
however..
my heart belongs to bratwurst
sorry Im feeling rebelious today | |
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Posted: 6/6/2010 9:16:53 AM | Sorry I’m feeling rebellious today
But the system has caused me to be this way
Prohibiting discussion of what’s plain to see
Constantly censoring and alienating me
In the brave new world of information
Dark shadows descend across the nation
Avert your eyes from evil done
In the name of the Father and His beloved Son | |
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Posted: 6/6/2010 2:48:28 PM | in the name of the father and his beloved son
their message is we all are one
when we can see we're interwoven
then our illusion will be undone
then we'll feel our hearts stay open
then we'll know the seeds of love grow
for in every soul our light does show
balancing the darkening shadow | |
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Posted: 6/6/2010 10:01:28 PM | Balancing the darkening shadow
was one of the last things I saw
before the epiphany.
There is neither light nor dark.
My heart just continues to beat.
My lips are still.
My eyes always see a glory.
My mind is the last remnant of shadows.
I am my heart, I am what I forgot.
(Silly, silken, golden curls, frank smile)
on my ass, on the ground...in mud. | |
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Posted: 6/6/2010 10:51:54 PM | on my ass, on the ground...in mud
is how I hoped to never find myself to be,
"modern" economics packs quite a wallop with a thud.
leaving me shaken and knocked out of my tree.
there goes another furlough day,
paychecks keep shrinking
just another name for not getting pay,
not what I signed up for, is what I'm thinking.
what does tomorrow bring?
they haven't told me that yet.
so easy my future for them to fling,
knowing if I'll return is not a sure bet.
uncertainty.
the sandman does not show.
teetering on insanity.
damnit, I just want to know. | |
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Posted: 6/7/2010 12:34:40 AM | damnit, I just want to know
where does the soul go
when the body does slow
to the point of no more
to the close of life's door
to the last taken breath
to what they call death?
damnit, I just want to know
why do the colours show
on the great arched rainbow
yes of course I know
it's water mixed with sun glow
but why does it disappear
if you run to its center?
why does it suddenly
turn to shadow?
dammit, I just want to know
why does my heart bleed so?
why in the night can I feel the fright
why in the night do I want to fight
why in the night I'm not alright
when during the day I feel so much delight? | |
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Posted: 6/7/2010 12:54:41 AM | when during the day I feel so much delight
after the night brought me much fancy to take flight.
in the mood I will remain
and all the while I will refrain,
from releasing any underlining recourse
to deny any one's right of free choice.
does it really matter what others see fit
as long as society allows my pov to permit?
we come and we go
leaving our mark as only we know.
does it matter?
why all the chatter? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/7/2010 6:57:58 AM | why all the chatter among you still
my mind does see a clear vision
it is mine to behold and bear inside
I may share a taste of its quiet secret
only those special to understanding
can find light in the deepest caves
that hold all my dreams within
may I try to live them all well | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/7/2010 5:43:03 PM | May I try to live them all well,
floating atop each ocean swell.
Hammock dreaming is just okay,
I’ll sway in the waves any day.
To dream in a net, is not me,
I need the peace of vast blue sea.
Dreams not bridled by knotted cord,
I’ll ride one in by boogie board. | |
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