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Posted: 7/14/2007 6:45:25 PM | we may be wrong but it feels alright
to stay and endure another cold night
in my dreams I will create a fervent sun
to keep me warm, until the day you come | |
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Posted: 7/14/2007 7:39:09 PM | To keep me warm till the day you come
I split the oak and the old red gum
I split myself forward through continents wide
and split my awareness to in and outside.
Stacking the maple along with the yew
I prepare the hearth place the way we used to.
The blankets lay folded, the bed freshly made
The stars are emerging as days slowly fade
I sleep in my shadows while you find your way
And dream you, awakened, coming home to stay.
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Posted: 7/14/2007 11:42:57 PM | And dream you awakened
coming home to stay
And there in the night
in my arms you will lay
Your touch it excites me
in oh such a way
If time could stand still
I wish it today. | |
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Posted: 7/14/2007 11:58:29 PM | I wish it today
she told me so.
My heart broken
let me be ,
my soul to rot.
garbage in human form
I was thrown out the door.
I wish it today.
some how to make
the pain go away.
Cleanse me of the past
I wish it today.
I want to be loved at last. | |
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Posted: 7/15/2007 12:10:16 AM | I want to be loved at last.
Bring it hard and bring it fast
Hopefully this time it will last
If not we know it was a blast
Pass my heart around the room
Or hold it tight against the gloom
Just keep me out of the dreary tomb
Se I can watch the flowers bloom | |
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Posted: 7/15/2007 12:18:47 AM | So I can watch the flowers bloom
on my granite headstone.
time has been dear to you Charlene.
Lost love lead to new love
at last you'll smile again. | |
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Posted: 7/15/2007 12:48:38 AM | at last
you’ll smile again
finally free
pressure released
red balloon undone
ricochets
‘round corners
of her powder room
yes, finally
its time to go
hands in your pocket
jiggling keys | |
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Posted: 7/15/2007 8:01:16 AM | jiggling keys
at this swarm of bees
since nothing else seems to work
They sting more
It is such a chore
why am I such a jerk?
Trying to fight
Their attacking flight
Arrrows from nasty cupid
Did my best
not to mess with their nest
Why was I so stupid? | |
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Posted: 7/15/2007 8:49:44 AM | Why was I so stupid?
Why was I so dumb?
I let you walk away from me
while I stood there so numb.
I didn't know what I was feeling
confusion all within,
I didn't know that loves sweet touch
was about to begin.
There are no second chances
with folks like me and you
I let you walk away from me
and now I know we're through. | |
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Posted: 7/15/2007 9:32:03 AM | now I know we're through
for the morning dew washed away
that playful saying you wrote on my car
with stars in my eyes and hope in my heart
we slipped apart with no more than a wimper and a sigh
no goodbye wave and see you soon smile
just a pile of old records in the corner of my room
collecting gloom in the form of dust
as the rust forms like an abstract view
nothing new but still you are there on my mind
every time a kind thought enters this head
its those things that weren't said that hurt so much
and your loving touch was such a life line
without it I find little joy
this boy is sorry
our story had to end. | |
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Posted: 7/15/2007 9:57:02 AM | This boy is sorry our story had to end.
Your daddy said you had to go to bed
We had fun in the back yard swing
Doing the silly girl and boy thing
Then daddy saw the hickey on her neck
Shoulda only gave her a peck
Daddy got sore
“Don’t come back here no more”
That’s what I get for trying to score | |
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Posted: 7/15/2007 11:21:50 AM | That’s what I get for trying to score
My legs ,my back, my arms, are so sore
From trying to play that game at my age
I really should sit it out and act like a sage
Who knows everything there is to know
Who tries very hard the seeds to sow
For sportsmanship and all it includes
I should leave the game to the young dudes | |
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Posted: 7/15/2007 11:12:42 PM | You can receive all my undivided attention
Merely bestow token honorable mention
This is assuming I've lost my freakin mind
Cuz darlin' you gotta know my love ain't that blind.
If your tears and your words and your eyes don't all match up
and you don't have for me the golden plated royal cup
then you and I are nothing more than time of day
no matter how long I regret that I let you walk away. | |
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Posted: 7/15/2007 11:59:45 PM | no matter how long I regret that
I let you walk away
in the end it has to be better not
to have tried to make you stay.
I've tried not to be involved
in what has happened to you,
I've forced myself to stay apart,
to hope you'll find some way through.
One day you'll learn a parent's heart
is fragile, but remains forever true,
just for now, I have to let you go
to find out what's best for you. | |
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Posted: 7/16/2007 12:44:29 AM | to find out what's best for you
is something only you can do
I stand and watch and hope
believe in you and your scope
can see you shine a little glow
and I know that when you know
when you can see your value too
there will be nothing stopping you
you already know the way to go
already know the self to show
you get one life, one chance to be
so be yourself, shine brilliantly | |
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Posted: 7/16/2007 5:01:25 AM | so be yourself, shine brilliantly
give yourself that glow
just beware the moths out there
that like to steal the show | |
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Joined: 1/31/2007
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Posted: 7/16/2007 5:16:00 AM | That like
To steal the show
At the center of the hike
Mountains of pride as the eagle soars
Fangs cutting a bore
Pretence
It's all for the flow
Where did I put him,
Why did he go?
For although not one of the best
Simply farting higher than the rest
Oh, what an hymn, "comme il est beau!" | |
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Posted: 7/16/2007 8:18:30 AM | comme il est beau
a soaring thing, my heart
up there with the eagle
high sirrus beyond
these moments of joy
so rare, yet, there is always beauty
whether I'm looking or not
and blue sky for that matter
il y a toujours beauté
il y a toujours joie
as it is beautiful
a soaring thing, my heart | |
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Posted: 7/16/2007 8:58:51 AM | a soaring thing, my heart
higher than the bluest hills
off into the distance
swift through the mist
revelling in the sun
you shone today and never knew
that because of you, I flew | |
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Joined: 6/6/2007
Msg: 7070 | |
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Posted: 7/16/2007 9:05:09 AM | That because of you, I flew,
Thinking your love for me was true.
When in reality you see,
You were just decieving me.
You allowed me to get all high,
Even soaring into the sky.
Floating on the emotions with ease,
Never realizing you were just a tease.
Now as I have landed so deep in the mire,
The truth comes out - you are a liar. | |
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Posted: 7/16/2007 8:07:28 PM | The truth comes out - you are a liar,
an opportunist, a shameless user,
and I have become the worthless loser
since I dared to seek warmth from your fire.
You courted with sweet words and laughter,
gathered words into a bouquet labelled 'love',
I did not see cold deceit tucked in your glove,
or the grief to survive all these years after. | |
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Posted: 7/16/2007 9:52:54 PM | the grief to survive all these years after.
Brings back memories buried in the brains rafter
Death of two spouses you loved, but no now
Brings back memories of the losses, wow
I thought with time the grieving had passed
Two sweet little babes. And my true love at last
But God sees fit to let me suffer through it again
Testing my strenght, my resolve to abstain
From grieving for those I loved so dear
Some times I wonder, why am I still here.
Then my friends will smile and say something nice
And for a while I think, so much goodness will suffice. | |
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Posted: 7/16/2007 11:02:12 PM | So much goodness,
So much goodness,
Will suffice.
I see
You are bruised there,
In that tiny spot.
My palm reaches, pink over blue
Hovers at boundaries
Until breezes flow through
A cooling draught, finds soft spots
That yield.
So much love
So much love
Without a price | |
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Posted: 7/17/2007 1:02:22 AM | So much love So much love Without a price
I’m finally getting a “Freebie” oh how nice
Like a lottery ticket you don’t think twice
Until she calls your number to pick up your prize | |
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Joined: 1/31/2007
Msg: 7075 | |
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Posted: 7/17/2007 7:58:36 AM | Until she calls your number to pick up your prize
Be wize
Be patient, leniant and hopefully kind
A bottle to the mind
Whispers through the pages
Sadly, I crave for the shout
A crave to pout
Resonance throughout the ages
Mischevious grin
Glorious as sin
Burnt
Repetition as thought to be learned
Would I rejoice in all but a choice
Could I again lock up the pride
For trust is but wide
To let it all go
For then being crushed in the mist of a blow | |
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