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Posted: 5/31/2007 2:54:39 PM | Above the mediocrity that criples modern men
is found the undiscovered country
with risks and hazards of it's own
The land of milk and honey is never an easy trek
Sojourners lost in maddening landscapes
drained of rational thought, they roam
Groping thru withered gardens, stark and garish
Along shorelines, harsh and uninviting
They crawl upon the burning sands
Naked and exposed to the searing lash of Sol's wrath
The mind wrenched of sanity, soul tortured
Feeling the grasp of the reapers hands
In ebon shades of death, darkness smothers the mind
Blood red moon stabs crimson thru a black sky
Piercing thru nights inky curtain
The Ferryman's lattern echos Luna's eerie glow
He beckons to those seeking death's release
The Ferryman's grin is all that's certain. | |
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Posted: 6/1/2007 1:17:14 AM | And never came back
but lead came in the pattern
I used to solder together
making stain glassed windows
of various shapes and colors
even textures, one side only
leaving a smooth side to cut
she blazed through my life in the same stained glass class
a fellow flirt, a diamond with a diamond and son
optimism beaming through smiling eyes
much like my own
passion just beneathe the surface as she was kept
away in a gilded cage such that the freedom of just that day
brought her alive as she had not felt in years
perfection is knowing the moments were golden;
Perfectly encapsulated
Like carbon is to diamond
That to never meet again makes the perfect memory | |
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Wasabu
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Joined: 1/31/2007
Msg: 6586 | |
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Wasabu
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Joined: 1/31/2007
Msg: 6588 | |
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Posted: 6/1/2007 6:12:32 AM | Especially since drought is for none to gain
we all need the kindness of gentle rain
respect and caring and giving some space
Politeness goes a long way in this place
If we can't get along here and help one and other
then what hope have we got sister or brother?
We have to make this world a better place
and theres challenges here like any other space
where people gather to work out their stuff
and leave whenever they've had just enough
the world can be tricky or it can be bliss
a bored drunken look or a lovers first kiss | |
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Posted: 6/1/2007 9:07:13 AM | a bored drunken look or a lovers first kiss
I'd know soon,
as we walked down love's alleyway
arm in arm with a bottle of whiskey
Hardly could I contain my love for her
and out of nowhere I whirled around
and took that first kiss.
ah how I missed her lips
and hit her cheek but soon
I'd find that moist spot
where our mouths fit like
the 5th wheel on a big rig.
We groped for minutes
it had been so damn long
the rain, the garbage the dirty brick walls
none of it mattered
we had found todays love
amidst it all on that evening
in June
on the streets of Cancun. | |
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Posted: 6/1/2007 11:04:19 AM | to their visions
a toast
raise your glass high
they brought us along inside of their dreams
what can we say about genius or why
a saviour
a favour
a flavour of the week
sometimes it all comes down to the tweak
foresight they had with a driving demand
finish that project
its for the good of all man
so drink to their health
wealth comes in its time
as we buy their ideas
we know they already are wise | |
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Posted: 6/1/2007 9:05:11 PM | to their personal version of hell
that they will hold true.
An eye for an eye
and thus so blindness grew.
For thy bread thou shalt toil,
so the worship of hard work
and broken down soil,
that grew into agribuisness
and 17 hour workday shift
long days
anyways
I'm off on a rant
and I can't
stop myself.
Even if I try
because I
Cannot understand this,
that so many choose hell
over bliss. | |
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Posted: 6/2/2007 6:20:59 AM | toothpaste and t-shits and a corkscrew
sporting some sign of old being new
swish on a star with a big red ball
then jump through that hoop when they call
branded by proxy from marketing mogul decision
crossed and adopted on television
the turtle can win a race in a book
then turn into soup when we stop looking at the cook
immigration is touted as so necessary
the kids we have won't be able to drive the economy without it
besides fair trade must mean people too
or we become no more than an old school zoo
Global warming is a charming ploy
to ignore the fact of too many toys
too many girls and boys on this globe
the population will use up all the gold
I see how hard the zealots do try
go forth, be fruitful and multiply
what it really meant was plant trees and learn math
not put houses on every foot of the path
six billion and growing is what's destroying the garden
a pestilence of the greedy and ill-informed by jargon
thinking the fix can be done with less carbon
only death of this expansion dream can stop Armageddon
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