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Posted: 7/18/2007 10:09:18 PM | You will wipe your tears away
And if you really want to stay
…it’s your turn to change the sheets
and let me say it surely beats
a mangy hotel room at night
people next door in a terrible fight
and the ice machine outside the door
wondering what we came here for.
See it's far better at my place
I've tidied it up, not such a disgrace
but you'll have to do your share of the chores
wash up the dishes and vacuum the floors
And every other night make dinner for two
Not too demanding, am I, for you? | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 3:16:35 AM | If love could be weighed, what would ours measure?
Would it be enough to feed a starving nation.
The constant source of our coupling.
A dwindling fire , seeking fuel
Could our love change the world ? | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 3:33:41 AM | could our love change the world
you shine such a bright light
and my world has changed
with revelations and insight
you have changed my world
and I have changed yours
so can we together do more
for a brighter world cause
how much would be needed
of this beautiful treasure
if love could be weighed
what would ours measure
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Posted: 7/19/2007 3:34:28 AM | if love could be weighed
what would ours measure
would it be weighty cares
or the lightness of pleasure
do we count it with suffering
the pain we'll endure
for the sake of each other
is that love, are you sure?
is it love to choose pain
when your hurt hurts me
I'd have you endure none
want to see you fly free
if love could be weighed
I think it would be counted
not in pain nor in joy
but in fears surmounted | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 3:53:00 AM | Could our love change the world ?
said Adam to his girl
but she used it against him
"give this fruit here a whirl"
From then on we've been duped
been drawn in by false truths
by those womanly wiles
we were warned of as youths
But I'm hypnotised daily
if they're pretty or scaley
man, I have no defence
they're just driving me crazy.... | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 3:55:21 AM | In fears surmounted We were able to hold
One another and walk hand in hand
It wasn't the love For Loving is easy
Expressing it freely came with you so natural and free
How could we weigh a gentle touch
thought or a pain held for the other
Space to give space to share
Moments of sorrow for the pain of others
We would share with a joy in our heart
For this is our nature the cup we hold
Its what makes us unique others can't comprehend
I'd hold all of your suffering if only you'd allow
But you'd want to hold mine back
So all we can do is share
Some times our suffering is so entwined
Not knowing who is hurting from the original pain
Equally we share moments of joy
So deep and welling they spring new life
I'd not change a thing
Nor could i weigh for nothing can compare
To what we share | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 7:41:11 AM | wow what a fabulous chaos and marathon
and I second the above
wish I had written that
words escape my gratitude
for it's a dark night I can't
find my way home
although listen carefully
my seventh sense
sitting beside the ocean
I'll never drown there
it just would not be fair
for I braided my hair | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 7:54:39 AM | I'll never drown there
it just would not be fair
for I braided my hair
nothing can compare
to what we share
life is, but a dare
take it or leave it
nothing much to it
everyone is scared
everyone is used up
man are scared of me
I am scared of men
both sexes are used up
both sexes are scared
love is only a dream
a golden dream in sleep
I looked, to be loved
as true as I was loved
by my true kith and kin
life is daring, life is boring
but I intend to be brave
and turn it into my glory
even if I endure pain
I’ll treat it like it’s joy
I will enjoy that throbbing
pain is strictly pleasure
pain is your power
pain is the symbol of endurance
give me some more pain
so I know I am alive | |
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lkl
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Joined: 6/6/2007
Msg: 7110 | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 8:03:23 AM | For I braided my hair
Is what she said to me,
Trying to get a new look
For all the world to see.
Why? I asked her
Do you need to do such a deed,
She said very emphatically
So more men will follow my lead.
My heart fell into my hands
And I was overcome with despair,
For I knew this was about
More than just her hair.
What it really revealed
Was what I didn't want to see,
That no matter how I feel
She simply no longer is in love with me.
The hair is to attract
Some new interesting beau,
To see what he will do
And where they might go.
But the fact of the matter
That will stay true for endless days,
Is that I do still love her
And I will forever and always.
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lkl
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Joined: 6/6/2007
Msg: 7111 | |
| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/19/2007 8:06:09 AM | So I know I am alive
But what does that really get me?
Heartache by the truckload
And endless nights of misery. | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/19/2007 8:14:34 AM | And I will forever and always
remeber I am still up
writting up what I want
although I am tired
and have to get up six am
but my stubborn mind
is fighting that golden bed
well, I may as well retire
kiss you all good night
so I could go and dream
of some more icecream
I will share with you
but you need to be there
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Posted: 7/19/2007 8:28:14 AM | Heartache by the truckload
And endless nights of misery
well couldn't retire
as soon as I saw your pain
turn it into joy, only you can do
misery is dark, misery will take
all the loving left in your golden heart
get out of there, it's lonely and ugly
look, I think I best retire
or else I will hammer my clock
in the dark morning
and will lose my job  | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 8:32:33 AM | and will lose my job
so I know that I am alive
and I do know sister dear
but the razor pain of my heartache
showed YOU more tonight
so let this pain linger
until I bleed out
unless he allows me to use
his razor…gillette no.3
I’ll play the fool
but really do you believe I am?
Time bleeds out
for I’ve wasted enough tears
I only wish for joy
In an angel bringing me
no sugar and lots of coffee in the morning
and I will be his devil all night
Tomorrow promises happiness
and that I believe! | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 10:50:54 AM | and that I believe!
I’ve always believed in you
You wouldn’t lie
About some pie in the sky | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 8:45:12 PM | About some pie in the sky
I believe dear sir you lie
Fancy this and fancy that
If that be true I'll eat my hat
All your words are pretty please
Telling me I'm your main squeeze
That we're destined to always be
Yet you have never laid eyes on me!
Love laced words so cut to style
well yes it gave me a bit of a smile
fantasy's easy through e-mail chat
reality's something other than that
so kind sir put action to word
and maybe I'll think you less absurd. | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 9:49:42 PM | and maybe she'll think you less absurd
so get on your toes you lazy boy blues
move towards her, with a dozen red roses
take one rose out to make it eleven
and let her be the twelfth of the dozen roses
then get on your knees and count all her toesies
go on, get on your tootsies, and stop all your teasing | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 9:55:52 PM | get on your tootsies, and stop all your teasing
great things might happen when it's her you are pleasing,
ride shank's pony right up to her door,
present eleven red roses with herself as one more,
tell her everything she is waiting to know
then see where your ten toesies might be able to go. | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 10:47:54 PM | then see where your ten toesies might be able to go.
on the mystical wandering traveling show
pass through the desert in the heat of the sun
and join an oasis for a caravan of fun
on to the southlands of jungle and roar
flowering brilliance where waterfalls soar
and dive to the ocean where dolphins spin tails
of ancient mariners with wind in their sails
travel to sandlands on shores of desire
build me an alter and light up the fire
Seek high the mountains and ski down the slope
Witness the cloud covered valleys with hope
dance through the prairies all golden in grain
and follow the river to rock shores again
seek out the forest till tundra lays bare
the silent beginnings left buried there
jump through the heavens and follow your star
remember the legacy of who we are. | |
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Posted: 7/20/2007 6:11:42 AM | remember the legacy of who we are
in that traffic jam of air-conditioned cars
panting and puffing while you chew on a snack
Momma Leone put in your back pack
Once we sat round a modest camp fire
weaving tales that would lead a mind higher
teaching of ways to survive in this world
watching great spirits do sit-ups and curls
With smoke in our hair, our cloths and lungs
moral adventure and war songs were sung
vision quests rendered by seers and shamans
guiding from dreams to fresh runs of salmon
Warnings of greed tempting with power
metered in minutes to charge by the hour
days of glory are soon in the past
freedom to choose from what never lasts
Debts to a Lord that really does stink
complete with flush toilets and hot water sinks
carving and fencing the ancestral lands
then washing our blood from lily white hands
hundreds of years turn to lost generations
inventions, detentions and party invitations
fashionably late they acknowledge the slights
then try to reimburse under media lights
What's past is no more and can never be again
its best to just do what you can as a friend
laugh about suffering that you don't want to have
slap that stick but don't have a calve | |
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lkl
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Joined: 6/6/2007
Msg: 7121 | |
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Posted: 7/20/2007 6:40:09 AM | Slap that stick but don't have a calve
Not very rewarding nor healing like salve.
Sure we need humor in the midst of the pain
But don't trivialize when someone feels slain.
For their plight may seem as nothing to me and you
But for them in their world it is every whit true. | |
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Posted: 7/20/2007 8:14:50 AM | But for them in their world it is every whit true.
Being in a glittering speck of sand
Walking too close and the glitter disappears
Then you kick that sand
Scream at the waves
Dive into the ocean
Deep far away from the pain
To my fantasy island
Where mermaids sing
However those dolphins will invade
For they do like to play | |
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Posted: 7/20/2007 3:35:03 PM | For they do like to play
let the inner child out
relieve all the stress
as they frolic about
When all's said and done
at the end of the day
they return to the place
where reality lay | |
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Posted: 7/20/2007 3:39:53 PM | I am where reality lay
You are where I want to stay
Give me the hammer
Swing it hard and fast
This is how reality lasts
Plead with me now
Show me another way
Dare me to speak and beg me to stay | |
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Posted: 7/20/2007 4:24:31 PM | Dare me to speak and beg me to stay
before they produce a rewrite of this play
sit down to watch all the things that I say
then listen to me fade while walking away
the spotlight may shine on a calculated spot
though standing inside it sure can get hot
the speach from a book turned out tobe rot
with character flaws that I haven't got
Coach me over this stand at the plate
then say swing away like some golden gate
I'll prance round first before its too late
as an out can fill this crowd with hate | |
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