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| | First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)Page 34 of 192 (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, 59, 60) | a perpetual motion of life and death
and a cog turning eternally
where squirells hide their nuts?.
.......I'd rather not see !
or where cow pats patter ?
and performing fleas flee
I'd plump to just let
what has to be,,be a bee | |
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Posted: 6/12/2010 2:47:24 PM | a perpetual motion of life & death& a cog turning eternally
winding around lifes small people and problems yet sternly
never once retreating to take that a$$ beating
the devil throws at you from a distance almost cheating
masking hiding what it really wants to say
knowing simple stupid should quietly pray
and await what's surely coming to them one day
those that live in glass houses, it true what they say | |
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Posted: 6/12/2010 3:17:40 PM | those that live in glass houses, it's true what they say
finger pointing & tongue wagging is their favorite play.
when their shit no longer smells and there's no tarnish on their halo
that's when I'll bow to their superior knowledge of everything hallow.
ahhh, it must be nice to be righteous all the time
never having to worry if you color out of the line.
for me I'll just keep doing what I can
without worrying about the judgment of my fellow man. | |
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Posted: 6/13/2010 6:21:41 AM | without worrying about the judgment
of my fellow man
i begin to know who i truly am
it's my character that is the real me
my reputation is only what you believe
think of me what you will
my love for me grows stronger still
and if you become who you are meant to be
then you will become truly free | |
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Posted: 6/13/2010 5:46:48 PM | you will become truly free
when it’s discovered that
the shackles of others expectations
can in fact be escaped
and when the harshest inner voices
are banished from the choir
inherently flawed creatures
but at least we try | |
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Posted: 6/13/2010 6:10:04 PM | but at least we try
one new thing every day,
to learn from our mistakes
and the consequences,
how to smile at stupid jokes
still laughing at the silly,
making new friends
diverse but strange,
to embrace these differences
aware of our unified humanity,
loving each new day
like it is our last | |
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Posted: 6/13/2010 6:56:55 PM | like it is our last
do we savor that last look
like it is our last
is that extra squeeze we took
knowing to allow the unexpected
into our lives it's feet can creep
not as we elected
and into every pore it might seep | |
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Posted: 6/13/2010 8:04:14 PM | and into every pore it might seep
at a rate so small as to escape notice
but over time concentrations build
filling the cells made for
independent thought
with noxious propaganda | |
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Posted: 6/13/2010 8:09:42 PM | with noxious propaganda
they can save the panda
but pollute the gulf coast
for a profit they will boast
the mess we all will live
Mother Nature will not forgive
she will pour out her wrath
likes shes taking a bath
and remind stupid men
this is her den...
They need to play nice! | |
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Posted: 6/13/2010 8:32:04 PM | They need to play nice
the men with the dice
gambling with your money
is their nasty sad vice
profits to the prophets
but the losses are yours
take that to the bank
you bunch of suckers
a payoff to madoff
lands one man in the pen
as the kings in their towers
pay the crusty white men
so their bidding is done
in the chambers and halls
of a house of cards
that inevitably falls | |
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Posted: 6/13/2010 8:32:47 PM | They need to play nice
But they never do
As if the two could be
Independently weighted
In favour of the latter
They say we can balance
The environmental cost
With the economic gain
A failed understanding of
Political power
Which ultimately belongs to
Fungi, bacteria and green plants
obviously too slow | |
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Posted: 6/13/2010 8:42:37 PM | Fungi, bacteria and green plants
were squeezing out of his pants
and he had to run all day
to keep the rodents away
the fetid aroma was coma inducing
reducing my eyes to tears
and I am not sure but deducing
he hadn't bathed in years | |
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Posted: 6/13/2010 9:06:08 PM | If...
he hadn't bathed in years
He should have left..behind
nothing but his words.
I cannot imagine denying
a day when my body submerges
into a river that shocks my senses
awakens my appetitite...I need
this more than more. Clean
becomes a beginning (again)
I need to end scoured. | |
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Posted: 6/14/2010 5:37:57 AM | I need to end scoured
Purge all that was soured
With the passage of time
Humanity's harsh crime
Rinse away the dirt & grime
The cleansing of the soul sublime | |
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Posted: 6/14/2010 7:37:45 AM | The cleansing of the soul sublime
Living life in the prime
But what is happening is a crime
While the gulf is full of slime
We can't turn on a dime
And change the tune of the chime
It isn't a simple rhyme
That's run out of time | |
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Posted: 6/14/2010 11:18:52 AM | That's run out of time
as he lie expiring
contemplating his contributions
hoping they were inspiring
to those whom he'd loved
and some still desiring
a wry smile turns to a grin
wondering what journey
he's about to begin
while his breaths become shallow
ultimately very thin
with only one regret
not seeing her again | |
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Posted: 6/14/2010 2:08:39 PM | not seeing her again
ethereal her form
misty clouds enshroud
that's the norm, sadly yes, the norm
but the breeze that frees the vision
from dusty trails through my mind
and a smile is then emitted
is it hers or is it mine
was it eons ago my loved one
or was that yesterday
photos faded as memories
slowly slip away
would I know you if I saw you now
would you laugh at what I've become
or haven't, perhaps I should say
still the same old bum
or would there be stirred a fiery broth
that flows over when the lid is lifted
after hours, days, months, and years
since our love mysteriously drifted | |
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Posted: 6/14/2010 7:16:45 PM | Since our love mysteriously drifted,
the burden of it has now been lifted.
It was easy at first, no work at all,
until one day, I got your lover’s call.
Or was it a text, I don’t remember,
I know the month was surely November.
The skies were dark, the wind blew, oh so cold,
now, in another’s arms, I will grow old. | |
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Posted: 6/14/2010 8:00:03 PM | (in memory)
now in anothers arms I will grow old,
that is but a distant dream~
or at least its a quatro blade razor
so close yet so far,
remembering you both still
the emotions of the ying and yang,
it is my love and I will keep it
grown into the foundations of existance,
how some days I hate you both for leaving me here
like a payment for every single evil sin
then all it takes,
is that one simple act or song or smell or memory,
to remind me of what once was in blissful delight...
it is my love and I will keep it always | |
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Posted: 6/15/2010 5:05:58 PM | it is my love and I will keep it always
for i prefer the ways of sin
speaking truth's less work than telling lies
so let the war begin
feeling my way through the darkness
with the precision of a man borne blind
to fathom the depth of those feelings
is more than i had in mind
writing on water so that you may drink
the premature obit orated for myth
tales tell the truth as the truth does spin
a lie to then plead the fifth | |
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Posted: 6/15/2010 5:19:31 PM | (hugs and a kiss my Rasko; I missed you sweetness! Thanks for the water...)
a lie to then plead the fifth
through the sands of time I sift
carefully reviewing each grain
as my eyes begin to strain
it all becomes one big pile
of memories I thought to file
upon that instant rewind
there is something I always find
that my soul I will feed
by the fifth I did plead | |
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Posted: 6/15/2010 7:21:20 PM | by the fifth I did plead
as the witnesses smoked their weed
theres a path of brightness that is agreed
we can find through intuition
but in the filth i did bleed
and grind out the things i thought i need
through my loss i was freed
to be an apparition | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/15/2010 9:21:30 PM | to be an apparition
a shadow passing through
a haunting whispering delight
in dreams embracing you
to seep in while you're sleeping
smooth away your roughened edge
and when you wake deny it all
I'm not what you allege. | |
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Posted: 6/16/2010 5:35:22 AM | I'm not what you allege
please don't put me on the edge
read and take a closer look
between the covers of this book
my intent was misread
snapping the dialog thread
is there a way to darn this hole
making this wondrous garment whole?
like a new bolt of cloth is how our life starts
with an individual weave that sets us apart
over time the edges may fray and tatter
alas, nothing stays looking new, does it matter? | |
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Posted: 6/16/2010 7:57:12 AM | Alas, nothing stays looking new, does it matter?
For every death something new is reborn
Without hearing the tiny pitter-patter
Of life that was not left forlorn
Instead the soul continues on it's journey
The body a mere vessel to hold
It's the cargo which ultimately matters
True treasure or merely fool's gold? | |
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