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Lotus blossom
Petals above
Still waters
Reflect upon
Heavenly light
Not fingers
Pointed at luna | |
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Posted: 7/9/2012 8:31:29 PM | -pointed at luna
-I whisper why how could you hurt me this cool time where is my peace gone what for was I burdened who are you to do so
-Did I not smile upon you most & pledged others to do Was I not found well as I search for you and slept in your wake & felt you too I believed..I know I do wrongs
-Please I need my serenity my kindgon to be my happiness wed
-I could give my heart and dreams like gems and priceless gifts we adorn
-I were to snip off a lotus or passion as I pour white water
-would you blanket my tears with your light again
-I cannot face yet another bad omen but I must keep the hurt till I am healed or you take
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Posted: 7/10/2012 2:54:50 PM | my mortal life
so full of strife
sans wife
feels so nice at times that I must confess happiness
alone with the narcissist that I love
no need for kid gloves
the great inspiration from down under or above
lets me smile at this world so full of crappiness | |
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Posted: 7/10/2012 3:20:19 PM | this world so full of crappiness
gave up on finding happiness
settling just for a word to make a smile
before I"ve run this here last mile
though senseless conjectures is so fun
makes me want to stop the run
close or far be it, from the truth
long as it's funny and lightens the mood | |
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Posted: 7/11/2012 1:52:06 PM | long as it's funny
and lightens the mood
stretching the truth
to the silly sometimes lewd
banter between friends
the minutes fly by
the hours dissolve sating hunger
with pie in the sky | |
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Posted: 7/11/2012 7:40:12 PM | with pie in the sky
cherry thats topped with cotton candy cheese & chocolat
Peaches above an longans too I may not have made this milk & pie you dont sing lies
yet I imagined its brew its soft sweet comfort so patient
As I hope to get a glimpse a taste of its scent
I am anxious when it may be gone if I am late of gifts
if I will disappear where will I clean the plate shall we share
Before it is carried try not to break it let it stay warm in all its perfect baked goods a memento of my love
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Posted: 7/12/2012 4:39:31 AM | a memento of my love
found its way to your heart
sharing some of our history
not tearing each other apart
but sitting with peace of mind
like we used to do all the time
reflecting with the grace of love
gently playing her part | |
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Posted: 7/12/2012 6:03:42 AM | Grace of love gently playing her part
Strumming strings of Solomon's heart
Softly singing a song of songs unheard
As ole Sol still slept through every word
Dreaming of castle walls and moats
Designing seige machines and boats
When he finaly awoke to find out late
That Sophia held his key to the gate | |
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Posted: 7/12/2012 2:37:09 PM | That Sophia held his key
To the gate he could not open
Confused him constrained
As he was by the belief that
He with the rationality
That was his birthright
Yea his very patrimony
Was all that he would need | |
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Posted: 7/12/2012 3:03:11 PM | Was all that he would need
Water to drink, oats to feed
His horses need no saddle
Perhaps a wooden paddle
In a birch bark canoe
Over the falls we flew
Why she changed her mind
Some reason I'll never find | |
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Posted: 7/13/2012 8:08:10 PM | the summer sky
Are you perfect blu diamonds that give colour & life
please just dont lie,stay dont part let me keep you here with me let me fly with ye lest we die
I cannot afford collisions of misplaced stars & decisions I cant stand bearing harm but I do
I see you high and low I am nearly done to come with what I can gift yet Im nothing am I
I would like a kindess a kiss but I shy & away I disrespect & you take & rare we never are fortunate
I want to be dry not soaked & cold but I believe it is over I hold what I must to have control
Let me know comfort under the moon stone light & grays be mine as I be yours
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Posted: 7/14/2012 1:26:25 PM | light grays be mine as I be yours
broke up now, so who's to keep score
how can you say you where blindsided
a merry-go-round, you kept riding it
standing in front of a train thats coming
but deciding your through running
the glass was half empty not half full
listen next time ,the message minds sendng | |
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Posted: 7/16/2012 4:53:04 AM | listen next time, the message mind's sending
your life is just beginning, not ending
so don't take for granted the days you live
remember to receive, but try more to give
for all that you be and all that you do
is really a part of the whole pot of stew
so don't try and wish your life away
for it's a gift each day, come what may | |
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Posted: 7/16/2012 5:19:14 AM | For it’s a gift each day-
This thing we call life
Waste not your time
On discord and strife,
But heed your heart
To a higher calling:
Get up! Get Up!
There’s no time for stalling.
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Posted: 7/16/2012 5:28:47 AM | for it's a gift each day, come what may
be grateful when the Sun lights the way
even in the darkness of New Moon night
keep your lantern candle burning bright
placed carefully on the window sill
with curtains open and winds still
as a guiding light from you to me
showing the way back from the sea | |
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Posted: 7/16/2012 5:38:50 AM | There’s no time for stalling.
These fine ladies so enthralling
I'd better get my horses hauling
Such heavy hooves type so appauling
No time to draft, refine or edit
Misspellings and typos all credit
Goes to de Nile hippopotamuses
Who never question my excuses | |
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Posted: 7/18/2012 5:13:31 AM | Who never question my excuses?
Let them waft of the winds of change
As all is but worthless words arrange
Exemplified from duty bound derange
Contrite, this plea of sincerity?
Let them question shadowed eyes
As truth and honor there subscribed
Confused, excuses question all denied. | |
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Posted: 7/18/2012 3:13:22 PM | confused excuses question all denied and accepted facts about whatever
the weather is a good indicator of the position in this matter
a forcaster has little hope of enlightenment within his banter
hence we look to some soothsayer's crystaline flames to scatter
Across my rain of hope to interject some semblance of order
missfired attempts to reconstruct only seem to scatter illusion
amists my confustion a realization comes to bear light on the border
we should justly equalize the sharing of this distribution | |
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Posted: 7/19/2012 11:17:09 PM | -from time to time
-like limes at valentines valiant signs appear like the mimes whose way of arts sings & disappears like winged rings
-whether or not you believe it dear what is clear is your confusion till you become sheer shared fear &amused by your musings but wary & weary of the leers that steer you to meddling rhymes can you stare Yes I may want to be..I cannot say in full
-like a kid to the carnival who becomes one a carny who doesnt love anyone,of someone waiting for a bus and sees the future of a death coming who holds life in their hands and wishes she could not pretend
-for then others regulate an insist it is drama that it is normal and petty to waste cleaned hands now worry settles I must clean
and my worry & love starts in on itself I berate myself an think I did it wrong for not being faster for not being wiser I laugh like the rest an ache in my rest
-sentimental me and cold soon
-it may be forgotten again but whats done cant be reset
-tested out what can it do
all I have..is years
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