| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/20/2007 5:04:35 PM | as an out can fill this crowd with hate
and clever words still more clever
the next hit may be great
rounded third onto home or never
this is an inning to stretch
as the pitcher's spittle on the chin
and the crowd is still going to kvetch
but the batter continues to grin
what does he know that others do not
the ball screams low and inside
and the fielder kisses his glove
the guy on base is starting to slide
for this is the game that they love | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/20/2007 5:42:39 PM | for this is the game that they love
the most entertaining sweet dove
who flies like a cupid
and makes you feel stupid
all bashful and brazen at once
Like those crazy valentine hunts
picking at pairs
left so unawares
as you stare into her eyes like a dolt
say something or she'll surely bolt
why did you agree
this is sure trickery
palms sweaty and nothing to say
Till she says, hey lets get away
go walk by the river
till she begins to shiver
and you know that you'll be alright
As you wrap her in blankets tonight | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/20/2007 5:45:41 PM | As you wrap her in blankets tonight
take a moment to visit the past
the memories of her will appear
and you hope that the moment will last
As in all things, one day they are gone
and you'll long to remember her still
that memory bank will be there
to always depend on at will | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/20/2007 6:13:46 PM | To always depend on at will
Is a blasted hard line for a frill
For I want to write fun tripe
About a large woman mud fight
Where the contestants are dressed for the kill.
So imagine some 40 double G’s
A’rolling around bandy knees
With the sticky glob flying
And a ****ing and winning
Rising in crescendos amidst flailing limbs.
And you and I will both be there then
Spectators to the sport of top fem’s
Those busty full ladies
Letting rip with their crazed ways
Muddy ****es so large they craned in. | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/20/2007 9:55:28 PM | Muddy ****es so large they craned in????
oh my oh my, hope this is not about your next of kin
wrestling in mud in an old and dingy Texan inn
now imagine another tale in a church you’re in
a couple choose to join in a holy sin
and invite the fat ladies to co-sign the sin
latter they drink martinis, with nine ounce of Gin
and lay flat on their back unable to stand on their feet | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 5:32:32 AM | unable to stand on their feet
the mermaids are deemed to be fish
I'm a minute ago the sucker one
one drop, two or maybe more drops
until I have bled plenty!
I know the game of sharks as I enter,
circling your shallow stagnant pond
for I won't let you out again
without taking a decent bite
Bobbit be forgotten in my name
for you will never be able to sew it back on
EDIT POST sorry sis...I added a couple of more lines...am in a good mood tonight? | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 5:37:53 AM | without taking a decent bite
I like to see that sight
then again maybe not
as it may appear as a big knot
I'll say hooray and leave
let you get on with your bite
go girl go, have big chunky bite
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 5:56:22 AM | Go girl go,
have big chunky bite
Tantalize your senses
savour in delight
Add bit of flavour
it is the spice of life
Relish in the moment
dismissing any strife | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 6:16:18 AM | dismissing any strife and you,
will never be able to sew it back
since am in a good mood tonight
for that chunky bite of you heart
and if it’s as sweet as your sight
I may consider you as my knight | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 6:25:13 AM | I may consider you as my knight
and invision the armour and horse
galloping all through the night
to tend to my whims of course
And should you decide you shall stay
I'd make the trip all worth the while
Make love all night and all day
Truly open to going the full mile | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 6:34:04 AM | Truly open to going the full mile for you too
not some shabby kilometer that should be two
not a cubit stretched from ancient times
blurring all our secret finds
I'll shape the night for both of us
dodging squirrels like some small scool bus
flying high as we need to go
for a love making party of two in the know | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 6:42:35 AM | For a love making party of two in the know
We'll take it further with each round we go
Tentative steps when first we start out
Increasing our range with new found clout
The fighter within us going each round
Our love will become increasinly sound | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 6:43:18 AM | Our love will become
increasingly sound
In perfect unison
our hearts will pound
up to the next level
in sheer delight
and melt into one
as we blend with the night | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 7:11:16 AM | As we blend with the night
I only look to one star
and now I wonder why
there is still no goodbye
for it is not a full moon
Are you just another reason in the sun
And when the moon is full
you will howl
I’m sorry, for how was I to know
loneliness begets alone some ONE | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 7:13:23 AM | loneliness begets alone
some ONE TWO THREE
then the telephone
you call out to me when I'm home
its only right to share
when we care
the night we will hone
since a friendship has grown
as we blend with the night like a shared lucid dream
moaning words understood with subtle love screams
cross passion rivers with bridges and boats
made from the promise in decades of hope
Dressed to undress those lingering needs
unfulfilled desire might quash lusty greed
if ever a logic were to rear its head
sensations of nature could drop suddenly dead
The back to the now we would fall with a kiss
let chemical traces replace what we missed
as passion would rise once again from that touch
lips intertwined can enthrall oh so much
a tongue touch or two that meet in the night
can bond lonely strangers and glow oh so bright
for days into weeks then the months roll on past
who would have thought this feeling would last
Like jigsaw pieces that were lost in a box
we found the shape with the toss of some rocks
now fitted together forever and a day
we look for that next piece in nature's play
will it be moulded from plastic or clay
like a wind generator on a still summer day
looming with potential that cannot be used
together we now have a well deserved snooze
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 7:29:34 AM | Together we now have a well deserved snooze
As we blend with the night
I only look to one star
and now I wonder why
there is still no goodbye
for it is not a full moon
Are you just another reason in the sun
And when the moon is full
you will howl
I’m sorry, for how was I to know
loneliness begets alone some one
though vows of yesteryear will hold
the southern cross before the
tomahawk falls on your heart
that is my eternal vow
for the love you will not deny
Together we now have a well deserved snooze
sorry honey the witch in me won’t
allow you to take a nap
for every man burning me on the cross???
calling me witch
and if you believe
in YOUR woman
I remain
today
take a blue pill?
man and woman up in smoke in the cross
EDIT...some smart azz will call it 69
I repeat I am in a good mood? | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 8:19:37 AM | some smart azz will call it 69
I repeat I am in a good mood
the smart azz appears to be ..
the one and only azz, me
seeing...you are in a good mood
I might as well be the best azz
and let you do some more razzmatazz
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 8:27:24 AM | and let you do some more razzmatazz
he'd be no fool
nor jester
it's fun when two can share
heartaches and laughter
It's all am after
excuse me...
I lie
for
I still am blessed with vision
he his my artistic peace | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 1:57:02 PM | he his my artistic peace
she her, a sadistic streak
playing with fire she makes him cave in
controlling maligning and living in sin
fed off the wicked with gossip she carves
a destiny made of seductions silk scarves
all tied in bondage he comes to her call
misery's company is his downfall
But I do not help him or come to defence
and if I tell you why you will know it makes sense
the artist requires such passion in life
to squeeze out such genius requires much strife
and so he chooses by his own warped way you see
to allow such abuses to sharpen creativity.
And when he's crumbled down in shallow grave confessed
is when his artistic productions are their very best. | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 2:42:46 PM | artistic productions
are at their very best
when not executed
as a test
inspiration flashes
in lightning storms
unexpected
creation forms
expression completed
standing and seeing
begin to interpret
thoughts freeing | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 4:00:42 PM | thoughts freeing
emotional knots
working loose
surfacing
in the heart
reviewed
by the mind
taking neural path
from mind to hand
sorting themselves
in the act
of creation | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 4:29:38 PM | Thoughts freeing
watched you as you were leaving
Never felt so damn free.......
Seemed I came back unto me
Let me know if you ever cared
No don't .....just leave your heart where it is
My heart is now new!
Hopefully someone will find it bright...not as blue! | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 7:35:00 PM | In the act
of creation
there can be no
hesitation
nor doubt
It's about
holding the word still
until waves slip to partial place
and your dreams interface
with subjective reality
and banality
has no impact
in fact
that's the only way
that creation can ply
into existence
is through heartfelt persistence
and attention to matter
don't let thoughts scatter
but hold focus true
find it bright...not as blue | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 8:17:54 PM | find it bright...not as blue
find it happy...not as glum
wipe your tears and move ahead
smile at all and just say hello
open your eyes to all the goods
reject blues, reject sorrow
refresh your mind, he was sorrow
smile with eyes, smile alone
smile and say, I am blessed
and let your soul to come alive | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 7/21/2007 8:52:56 PM | Let your soul to come alive
and change the stars to fit a new fate you hold inside
Just know...you are destined to love someone that can recognize
that YOU are the diamond he wears in his eyes
Love's journey is one the heart should not deny
and embracing the dance,the moment,..this is the prize
Love that chooses to walk away is sometimes, something one may find
So holdfast and make each moment last like it was your last,then one will do just fine. | |
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