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Posted: 5/21/2007 8:45:20 PM | I’ll be a satisfied flower in the field
patiently waiting for my bumble bee
winds may blow my petals apart
rain may wash me free
I'll rise again on the edge of a creek
after its swallowed by the trees
then multiply though roots and cuttings
through seeds birds eat with ease
my progeny shall spread like virus
across the barren lands
anywhere the sun does shine
if I find good soil for my stand
only some chemical agent
developed by a greedy man
may stop this age old progression
of this scheme so grand
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Posted: 5/21/2007 9:20:41 PM | Of this scheme so grand
I cannot see the harm
Leaving the dandelions free
To toss their heads to the wind
Their seeds for children to wish upon
The soft downy heads of reproduction
A miracle flower stretching far and wide
Upon barren field
And post card lawns
In children’s hand
It speaks to us
Of a time before chemicals
That time which has to be reborn
For the bright yellow sunshine flower
To catch our eye
And paint the world. | |
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Posted: 5/22/2007 7:19:04 AM | the purpose of our crossover
in a land of being tame
keeps us all in a state of flux
contemplating the game
Is it for love of one or another
or for the love of it all
Is it time that feeds the hope
someone's gotta call
Is it the fact we have no proof
of what's on the other side
or the fact that nobody's sure
were the tickets are for that ride
I guess I really can't say nobody
cause there are always the insane
thinking everything's okay
with dark angels at the reigns
Now that in itself is a good one
the idea of some place
well beyond the intellect of man
outside of time and space.
Golden and good like the garden of start
when man was nothing but clay parts
mixed in a soup of supreme disorder
before he thought of making borders | |
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Posted: 5/23/2007 7:54:50 AM | I'll consider sweet seduction of a bitter mind
more than just you being kind
with what I find all over this land
its hard not to tell them all to disband
Guns for hire with morals like socks
holed versus holy inside a shoe box
tucked in the back of some infested drawer
used as a rag to wipe spunk from the floor
I watch as children try to play
with body parts that float in the bay
then an old woman says take off the rings
we need food to eat not something to sing
Its broadcast on broadband with digital sound
high definition of blood on the ground
enhanced with seven point one surround
we hear the crying come from all around
So what if gas is now five buck a gallon
if you can no longer afford to ride that stallion
jet ski around for hours on end
I always thought it a stupid trend
Swim with the fishes not metaphorically
not in cement boots like Hollywood history
try using snorkel and mask with flippers
forget about boats that look like zippers
Or is that cigars and cigarettes on the water
trying so hard to disrobe all your daughters
saying the sun tan will make them more sexy
while net camming on the side for all to see
What's with this lame ole fart selling bitters
spankin the tarts with newbee like jitters
reaming the likes of young bucks on the prowl
that ole bear really has nothing but growl | |
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Posted: 5/24/2007 3:13:58 AM | But did we measure up?
Or were we weighed,
and duly measured,
and still found wanting?
Drawn and quartered,
And hoisted up,
On the shoulders of giants,
Or by our own petards?
In the end ,
does it really matter?
If the measure of a man,
Is how he is supposedly,
Measured by others,
Let's hope those others,
Aren't half in the bag,
or unable to fight,
Their way out of one,
When we finally hear,
the tale of the tape,
For good measure. | |
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Posted: 5/24/2007 6:07:27 AM | no more need for therapy
she just joined the navy
to sail off into that setting sun
swab some decks and play with guns
think of all the boys she'll have
cruising seals for clutch and grab
maybe even Steven Segal
no, that's the movies, what the hell
see the world can you dig it
from a carrier or frigate
in bell bottoms and port side bars
the SP have drive home cars
oh sure there’ll be some time poor spent
peeling spuds and cleaning vents
yea that too, you won’t feel to big
when you wake up in the brig. | |
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