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Posted: 7/2/2007 6:30:18 PM | on my grey sand
tin shovel broken
particles of shells
hair lost to my grasp
shadows of clouds
crystallized breath
photosynthesis
magnetic fields | |
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Posted: 7/2/2007 9:27:33 PM | magnetic fields
secret of attraction
when the field collapse
the lovers heart divides
the secret is just a riddle
love steals and is scandal
love is nothing but fiddle | |
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Posted: 7/2/2007 10:36:07 PM | Love is nothing but fiddle music played around a fire
Tempting you to dance in flames and live your best desire.
Gets your blood all tingling, makes your body move
Dancing in the universal lovers first time steady groove
Love is nothing but Jimbay drums building rhythm deep
penetrating inner core waking from deep sleep
resonating in your bones your body understands
it know to reciprocate the drummers steady hands
Love is nothing but a flute played upon the wind
drawing in the breath of life to make music to send
across the milky way to he who is all that he seems
Love is nothing but the music made from deep within the dreams | |
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Joined: 6/18/2007
Msg: 6979 | |
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Posted: 7/3/2007 1:53:04 AM | Love is nothing but the music made, from deep within the dreams.
These dreams of wanting, loving and sharing most everything.
My hearts desire, my body is tired. Tonight I feel no shame.
Silently waiting for a future, away from all the pain.
Tommorrow has been patient. Time is on my side.
Along comes the beginning of a new day, there is much to gain. | |
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Wasabu
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Joined: 1/31/2007
Msg: 6980 | |
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Posted: 7/3/2007 1:21:40 PM | Along comes the beginning of a new day, there is much to gain
Dawns and yawns, directional institutions
A slap in the face from wrongful intuitions
Whether you like
Think, thought gone
Even the ducks get wet from the rain
Hicking on bikes, I'm tired of beeing alone
It's time to slow
A slugish grin from the escargot
It's time for me to partner my flow
Beginning and end or constant go?
Jump in the boat with a paddle for bow
And when you will just row, row, row! | |
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Posted: 7/3/2007 5:16:03 PM | row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream.
merrily, merrily, merrily
life is but a dream
wish, wish , wish for joy
gently in this brief life
dream, dream, dream
dream is so sweet
look, look, look for faith
with wide bright open eyes
and don't give up on your dreams | |
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Posted: 7/3/2007 8:59:21 PM | Don't give up on your dreams
cause things are'nt always what they seem
it takes a little time to succeed
if you have patience and just believe
Keep your head up ,stay strong
and don't ever give up
believe in yourself and the power within
and don't believe in false luck
You can do whatever you want
it takes heart and determination
once those dreams come to manifestation
you know within yourself, you're your own inspiration | |
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Posted: 7/4/2007 3:28:12 AM | you're your own inspiration
the source of your elevation
use your imagination
to reach your goals
and get an standing ovation | |
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Posted: 7/4/2007 4:34:14 AM | and
get a standing ovation
as the sousa marches by
an appreciated orchestration
on a steamy fourth of July
The smoke fades at last
or is it the trick of the eye
one last fireworks blast
on a steamy fourth of July
the last hot dog off the grill
the last sparkler to die
and I've eaten my fill
on a steamy fourth of July
I can't wait til the next get together
after such a steamy fourth of July | |
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Posted: 7/4/2007 6:38:08 AM | after such a steamy fourth of July
comes the fifth, the sixth
and the tenth etcetera
of July and August
and all the other months
we have to fill
with make-believe
and false hilarity
--or will we be real?
Oh, God, and all the other
fictions by which we live,
will we, at least, finally
be real? | |
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Wasabu
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Joined: 1/31/2007
Msg: 6986 | |
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Posted: 7/4/2007 6:49:56 AM | be real
Amongst worlds of fantasy
Lies to self and picture worry
be reaL
Stop wipping your chin
When mustard widens the grin
be real
Through shakes and the unwanted meals | |
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Posted: 7/4/2007 7:40:52 AM | Through shakes and the unwanted meals
you'll turn into four hundred and fifty pounds of meal
and if you fall and break a limb
don’t expect me to carry you by your heaps | |
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Posted: 7/4/2007 8:00:06 AM | don’t expect me to carry you by your heaps
of leftover fries and cardboard containers,
bin them now before they are washed to the deeps
the re-use, re-cycle message couldn't be plainer.
When we've regained balance with nature again
what a wonderful world this will be,
just one more thing to achieve sometime then -
could someone please re-use or recycle - me. | |
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Posted: 7/4/2007 10:04:14 AM | could someone please re-use or recycle me
please don't let me become permanent waste
I can be used over and over again
for the next plate of food you taste
if you could enjoy using me before
then please feel free to use me again
I can be a serving plate to serve cake
to all your family and friends
after there is nothing on top of me
feel free to lick whatever's left
I know that sounded a little intimate
but licking me and recycling me would be of great benefit | |
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Posted: 7/4/2007 12:01:59 PM | but licking me and recycling me would be of great benefit
so recognize my abilities when used with a bit of spit
use me to send your messages, your love letters, your wills
but be warned if recycled I still come with bills
I know this doesnt help those who look to me with hope
But throwing me away would tear me up - I'm a recycled envelope | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 12:27:38 AM | Dearest recycled envelope
I heard you recently eloped
With my pink recycled soap
Your happiness is only a hope
With that smelly recycled soap
who will soon tear and shred you up | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 5:46:44 AM | who will soon tear and shred you up
to turn you into papier mache
when all you asked somebody to do
was to come outside to play.
But with a bit of scrunched up chicken wire
and mache made fresh at home
you can be moulded and patted into shape
to become - a garden gnome | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 7:54:30 AM | to become a garden gnome
you must first be short
a garden should generally be your home
and fishing your usual sport
but what really sets you apart
from any other occupation
is the pointy hat, the colourful clothes
and your smiling immobile dedication | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 8:02:15 PM | and your smiling immobile dedication
not immobile, to your consternation
the gnomes like to travel, especially afar
they have a spokesperson commercial star
so you might want to keep a good eye on your gnome
or you'll find one day soon, that he has left home | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 9:08:42 PM | you'll find one day soon, that he has left home
gone away, uncharted parts to roam
sincere words, how it started
now, among the truly departed | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 10:41:13 PM | Now,
Among the truly departed
Is one you will recognise
By her red dress.
She sleeps with her head
Upon her hand.
She’s the one, I tell you
The one you must find
When the scent of rosemary
Curls and you hear
A soft flute
You’ll know you are near.
Her satin hair
Will keep you there
And you’ll never need
Another way home. | |
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Posted: 7/6/2007 7:16:55 AM | another way home
the leafy pathway is lit
by candles in jars
hanging from trees
and my shadow dances
with the phantoms of leaves
memories flicker
as firelight evokes
cosy winter evenings
with the smell of wood smoke
I look into the embers
and let my mind drift
to golden sunshine
and running on sand
time trickles by
in irregular twists
favourite moments
more home than a house
music whispers on the breeze
and a familiar melody
transports me completely
to the home that is you
discovery and knowing
the nature of Love
in your eyes I see everything
future and past
and I know for sure
I am home at last | |
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Posted: 7/6/2007 7:26:07 AM | I am home at last
with you my love
when
without words
you welcome me | |
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Posted: 7/6/2007 7:44:00 AM | am home at last
with you my love
when
without words
you welcomed me
and I leave with lemons surrounding me
The tomatoes were sweet
as I heard you
no regrets
for following the back
it’s a road a traveled upon …before
wake up before your death
tomatoes taste great?
it's your fruit I am blessed ???  | |
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Posted: 7/6/2007 11:43:21 PM | it's your fruit
i am blessed with
your tender curves
banana me under
and apple me forth
around watermelon
and the plum in your north
i thank god for the bounty
of your juicy tenders
and pray that forever
my fruit bowl you'll be | |
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