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Posted: 7/6/2012 9:11:49 PM | My oh my I feel so calm
Yesterday became the aftermath of the storm
I am an island that bears no wrongs who lets you barely step onto mislaid wounds
Celebrating with friends no matter of the lapse of songs
Enjoying the electric view of his pure & tricks
Over the river we waved good bye and kissed
Fired from life where do ends meet
By each gift can we start on better roads
Liking the truths when we have cried long hard fast & more
United we face the lessers of evil
Easy going styles brought by our falls we are free we are free
Flying away to our home will we be friends or more if we try
I may not be better tomorrow or the next
Rest well my friend the world is enormous and petit
Enlighten yourself as we part ways let me too
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Posted: 7/7/2012 8:33:13 PM | Love each Other
Listen and you might hear
Open your eyes and you might truly see
Volunteer your time, give it away
Each person is special in every way
Enlighten some one with kind words
Allow your self to be open
Cher someone up with a smile for they are free
Help someone because it does more for you than them
Offer to listen to someone who needs a ear
Try and be silent, when others slander and cheer
Humility is the greatest gift you can ever give yourself
Everything you have will turn to dust when you are gone
Realize that love is the prize and share it with joy | |
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Posted: 7/7/2012 9:18:22 PM | Might kinda rub a few souls the wrong way
If'n it does, then it's just not your day
Seems kinda silly, such antics sometimes
Capping it off with nonsensical rhymes
Having a kind sense of humor's a plus
It get's one through without too much a fuss
Everyone knows we all have days like that
Finding what's funny keeps us outta the nice white shirts with the extra long sleeves. LOL | |
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Posted: 7/9/2012 9:32:55 AM | Letting me down
Engraves a shallow tide
Coming to you now is no more easy than last
Talking is not money why suffer our will
Unfortunately we digress far further to the peaked edge
Rest assured..we reassure no rest
Entities how we feel the waves
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Lacking a strength in good hearts
I say peace & am wounded branded forgotten..left
At your struggle I came..You never fullfilled right
But you denied the same..only till you require..& to discard
I am knowing yet yes I forgot or I persist..foolish dog & kit who thinks fair
Lying too..have us looped but escaping is not quite ensnared
Incapable is trust at a whim
To me the world was us
Yet I gather polluted seeds
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Posted: 7/9/2012 6:36:24 PM | City and countries you grow
Owning our homes our souls
Nobody witnesses every detail
Flattery is banned to children under 10
Ugly is the harm we serve
Satisfied at that we turn
Increasing the turmoil that is our life
Oblivious to the choice we could fight
Noone cares anylonger
Deities have came & gone
Enlightening some sparing some
Sparring with every one
Packing our cares and energy
Effects the next who did try
Riding on our whipped temples
Asking nothing is the only best road we build
Touching our own we risk
In such we cannot love
Our kin our life anyone
No, is no but then we consent
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Posted: 7/10/2012 10:39:47 AM | Turn around today & tomorrow
Raise your head to any angle
Unless you hear a better offer
Simple is doing what you pursue
Trying each moment is to believe in something
Liking a person can be love
Obvious though it is disagreed
Volumes for it can be defeating
Except when you do meet your match who meets you in worth
Little children laugh like faes yet adults who hide their whimisical ways
Always have that sparkling eye until they witness a grave
Unsporting it is to pour hate onto
Going through trials is suppose to strengthen you
Having it all whats left for one to just stay here with you
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Salute oh Hare who bit the hunt
Inscribed in the burrow is a tale
Lucid dreamers part their energy
Lavishing others who do not understand
Youth is not wasted mortality
While it is a sight to see the world change in this treacle well
Haven of heavens can we enter & go
I ask for a boon of thee
Time does not exist but is defined what more of it can we let down & lie
Enrichened minerals keep us anchored but we bob to & fro
Riled up we dispense with chivalry & return to our nurses for grooming
At this can we just forgive forget
Buying a spool of thread when you have no loom
Brings only clutter & dusty trinkets
Instead of what we wanted
Thats now no longer accepted
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Haunting us is our ghost we can not let free the past nor tame the present we panic to future
Away goes our skull when another needs its claim
Unless we howl we are demons to be bottled & taught to submit
Nobody cares for a living ghost
Tails of our familars soon to wander
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Posted: 7/10/2012 5:51:42 PM | Trying to just make the bus on time
Rereading the day's list
Initiate the old hounds smile
Can they still get the gist?
Keeping things so they're so not sublime
Only takes a dull pencil as it's
Really right up my alley. A forte one might say.
Time goes by faster every year
Ripe is the fruit so soon
Embroiled in the day's tumult
A plum becomes a prune
There's seldom a point to cry in one's beer | |
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