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 montrg
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and sleep in the bed that we've made
or turn and run
and then yet learn to fly
or trampled and possessed
what the herd has to say
deaf to the song
of the birds in each day
not screaming or crying
or knowing what to say
and turn blind eye
hadn't learned how to fly
so choose to laugh dance and sigh
sun shines bright
seeing moon in the sky
in a heart bird's windsong
blue and white luscious sky
gypsy songs never die
don't cry for me i didn't die
learning how to fly.
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Posted: 7/9/2010 6:23:55 AM
learning how to fly
so hard to get by
stay opened minded
love and treat with kindness
 FineAndCuriouslyTrue
Joined: 10/15/2009
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Posted: 7/10/2010 3:38:34 AM
Love and treat with kindness
Well 'love' is a big ask
Can't be taken to task
If it's true we reap what we sow
Then those who hate - hatred would grow
Not as simple as that, I'd guess
I don't purport to understand the mess
Which represents the variety of human life
Or how people enjoy creating chaos & strife
But things are what they are - just have to accept
While humans prowl the world it will never be perfect
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 7/10/2010 4:18:13 AM
while humans prowl the world
it will never be perfect
and yet who are we to say
what perfection is anyway?
could it not be
it's all balanced perfectly?
can we not see
there is a sacred energy
weaving webs by our design
creating suffering for all time
and loving life and death sublime...
or learning now how to define
what's real and what's imaginary?
how strong is our creativity?
could it not actually be
we're creating our reality
and though it may seem imperfectly,
could this all just be imaginary?
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
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Posted: 7/10/2010 3:40:23 PM
could this all just be imaginary?
a fragile fleeting spin through time
teetering like a coal dusted canary
perched upon a burning vine
strung over a gorge of depth immense
from which mists and beasts echo forth
caught in a flash of the present tense
somewhere alone between south and north
is it a dream from which we escape
when the sun slips over the hill
and is the last breath before slippery death
like the last drop of ink from the quill
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
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Posted: 7/10/2010 3:59:29 PM
like the last drop of ink from the quill
like the last drop of moonshine from the still
like the last drop of hope before i pay the bill
i wanna eat ribs cooked by barbeque will

where harleys and triumphs and egos throw down
in the name of soul food cooked under ground
the cholesterol is ok for i know where im bound
knocked out by a bullet that made no sound

shot in the back i got mad and walked on
to my guitar to make up a song
i can drag it out but i dont know how long
i can say im half right when i know im half wrong


Howdy Ice. love you man.
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
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Posted: 7/10/2010 5:10:17 PM
i can say im half right when i know im half wrong
as I sip from the cup that's half full all night long
and he writes just like this when penning a song
the last line doesn't rhyme with the others

we go back a ways through wine flavored days
we both drink the broth and sometime he pays
and it doesn't much matter what anyone says
we feel just like long lost brothers

Rasko, you rascal, there's a story to tell...
 WeAre1
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Posted: 7/10/2010 5:16:30 PM
we feel just like long lost brothers
one sister and her brothers three
together for all eternity
lauging and crying and running along
making it up and writing the song
one plays the trumpet
the other guitar
one works for hollywood
we all live quite far
away from each other
one sister three brothers
yet soon we will be
together...this family...
laughing and crying
hugging and sighing
all grown up, supposedly....
this sister and her brothers three
definitely
share a love that's not imaginary
 iceaxe
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Posted: 7/10/2010 5:32:24 PM
share a love that's not imaginary
or do hard time with the toothless fairy
fool me once had my head in a vice
called it love, almost went there thrice

is it real or memories faded
was there true love before we hated
or slight of hand with a false bottomed hat
well the bunny's long dead, so that was that
 WeAre1
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Posted: 7/10/2010 5:39:11 PM
well the bunny's long dead,
so that was that
'fraid it was eaten by the cat
a love/hate affair
they had on a dare
my son's too young to remember


hey ice and rasko....good to see you
 Rasko
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Posted: 7/10/2010 6:21:36 PM
my daughter's too young to remember
when i was dead on the street
scraped off the street in december
when my prey took me as young meat

the bunny's long dead, so that was that
i held onto hope till he fried his mad hat
i know that i will survive the hole
to face the white rabbit and fill my role

bonghits on toadstools do insects sit
as no one knows where to go
the war is on, its tag your it
we need to drift to what i dont know

(actually, i havent done a bonghit in over 20 years).
 iceaxe
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Posted: 7/10/2010 7:48:24 PM
hard to resist that first line:

we need to drift to what i dont know
but we are the stars in our own picture show
so make it happen not just once or twice
juicy fruity the offering now take a slice

go on let it drip its nectar perfume
let go of the zoom, and the need to consume
for every action is tagged with a price
just more idle words from your friend ice
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
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Posted: 7/10/2010 8:00:53 PM
just more idle words from your friend ice
and you friend Margo too,
XXX Kisses
its what I do...
(thanks for all the peotry everyone)
 iceaxe
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Posted: 7/10/2010 8:21:04 PM
its what I do
she said to me
then let me go
just let me be
I swallowed your hook
and it snagged on my heart
and that's not even the hardest part
no the hardest part would be my head
why didn't you cast the line there instead
twas it you or me said let's go to bed
and let the chips fall where they may
well the salsa was hot and it burned going down
and the chips tipped in bed and fell over the ground
like creamy guacamole that slowly turns brown
its best when its fresh as baked bread
but stale and hard it makes a good bait
just pierce it with hook, cast your line and wait
but when lust turns to love and then slowly to hate
toss em back in the drink and then anchors away
 Rasko
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Posted: 7/10/2010 8:40:05 PM
toss em back in the drink and then anchors away
lost pirate maps as memories decay
i know where im going but where i was i cant say
at the scene of the crime what i did was amscrae

but under the torture of persuction
i thought it was a joke
for their imagination of dissolution
did not make me choke

i am holding to the boycott on AZ, sorry. what is being proposed borders one step from the germans asking jews for papers in poland.
that should not happen and can not be allowed to happen here.
 iceaxe
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Posted: 7/10/2010 9:01:32 PM
did not make me choke
did not make me blush
did not get me excited
not the slightest rush
I wasn't turned smitten
like a kitten on crack
no chills or goosebumps
ran down my back
kept my sweet cool
no look of surprise
when she nibbled my neck
then stared in my eyes
no choker here
just a steel poker face
you think you got me
with perfume and lace
you thought I would crumble
or bumble my words
you've hit on the big time
now go back to your nerds
hey where are you going
you teasing sweet tart
didn't want you to go
just playing the part
no drama you say
is in your pertoire
shoot straight you say
just be who you are
so I shook like an earthquake
and sweated a quart
and wordless and stammering
came my retort
that's cute she said
you remind me of Brave
then said that's her chihuahua
and I felt like a knave
with tail tucked firm
between my legs
I begged like a dog
but then she reneges
so if you want love
on your own special terms
be prepared for the snub
and a blush that burns
 WeAre1
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Posted: 7/11/2010 2:43:15 AM
a blush that burns
a body that turns
faces to see
her natural beauty
emanating energy
that we all carry
but on her it flowed free
naturally....eternally
now just a memory
forever haunting me
 sinlov
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Posted: 7/11/2010 8:49:54 AM
forever haunting me
hmm a love with no terms
no what would that be
you go your way, I go mine,
many happy returns
no good for each other
yet chose to copulate
have those congical visits
tormented by the thought,
I ever was in it
but love was sweet
it was in the air
or was it the pollution
made me think it was the solution
enjoyed it all, a faded tapestry
even have the gulls. to say
yea call me tomorrow
the fugking, the fighting
it never ends
seems the only thing constant,
my own little friend
 60to70
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Posted: 7/12/2010 12:17:02 AM
my own little friend
was me.
nobody stood steadfast
like me.
oh...at times
words spoken
indicated..I had
more than my own little friend.
never lasted....except
for my one friend
who understood
that I was indeed...
a very good friend.
lol. lol. lol.
this friend had funny teeth
this friend had ...shining eyes.
 mz taken
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Posted: 7/12/2010 3:16:20 AM
this friend had...shining eyes
glowing like an animal in the dark
eyes that created instant ties
so inviting and yet so stark
his look pulls me in against my will
or is it merely coaxing
what already did thrill
enticing and focusing
he brings on feelings
carnal...ethereal....craving
overloading and exceeding
resulting in my enslaving
 Erota
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Posted: 7/12/2010 9:16:56 AM
resulting in my enslaving
cause and effect from us misbehaving
acting erotic or rather erratic
two entertained in love's sexual manic
engulfed in the moment sexual fanatic
brings on more feelings like heat from the attic
days when I fell enthralled by her sin
all from her touch my will thus ascends
intangible feelings enslaved once again
 FineAndCuriouslyTrue
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Posted: 7/13/2010 3:59:18 AM
Intangible feelings enslaved once again
Not strong enough to break free or refrain
The need to love & to be loved in return
Is a hungry internal fire which effulgently will burn
Always searching but never finding
What was lost? Don't need reminding
But all that really matters is all that was actually found
For amongst the fool's gold crumbling to dust an emptiness does resound
 iceaxe
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Posted: 7/13/2010 6:57:54 AM
an emptiness does resound
in hearts of the cross when the time runs down
proof is lacking, faith cracking, then fear
dear Jesus rings hollow like a song on deaf ear

alone in the moment of grand atonement
unknown the zone where the mind does foment
a maelstrom of pictures, no scripture can depict
just an alter boy approaching to snuff out the wick

go slowly young man, read another psalm please
I want to feel calm in the final release
let me believe I'm headed back to the farm
and if I'm not, what harm, what harm

to bide this time calmly in humble genuflection
go away satan allow me sweet reflection
let my heart not race to the final line
beat slowly, be holy, let my star shine

for thine is the glory or so goes the story
and now I am part of the play
pearly my vision no time to feel sorry
Dear Jesus, I am on my way

(gee, I am being morose this morning. I'm fine, though, fit as a fiddle)
 sinlov
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Posted: 7/13/2010 10:13:33 AM
Dear Jesus I m on my way
Yet here I still lay
lost and forlorn, I mistook
a moment of fleeting passion
for a love that had potential

It was fun while it lasted
couldn't quite grasp it
until the flight took place
Please God, take me in your sweet embrace
I know you'll leave me never

your sweet love it last forever
told all kinds of lies,
had sex before marriage
looking back I must have sinned
Thank God, you still be my friend
 Erota
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Posted: 7/13/2010 4:34:48 PM
Thank God, you still be my friend
and destroyed not the city and punish such sin
the youth have no morals, especially lacking
the lustful provocative sexual encounter

what ever happened to my childish youth
1943 I just turned twenty0-two
God would struck em both for such spite
Sex before marriage, glad God is a friend
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