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Posted: 6/10/2006 6:42:24 PM | the road paved with your life
leave a stain!
have you noticed the miles
between us again?
the distance is far
maybe too far to touch
we're just travelers baby
in life, love and such
what's a few miles,
or years for that matter?
once we've begun
it all becomes useless chatter
i'm diving for you
in the lake by the trees
one fine day i'll be there
keep waiting for me
maybe i'm selfish
i just want it all
am i wrong to wait?
til time's right, to call?
it's all possible
everything is
so long as you know
you're the reason for this
each line that is written
each word that is read
it comes from a place
you woke from the dead | |
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Posted: 6/10/2006 7:14:56 PM | you woke from the dead
reached for the bong
or was that bing
slapped at your head
something so wrong
that's the thing
no matter ,no mind
go ahead ,you're dead
feel your feet ,fall asleep
not really ,it's too silly
then again ,paper to pen
never know ,lyrical overload
thing's said ,we're dead
we lie ,no one dies
time flies but we stand still describing every throbbing burst of surrealistic thought | |
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Posted: 6/10/2006 7:52:47 PM | time flies but we stand still
describing every throbbing burst of surrealistic thought
we surrender to timeless thrills
those things in life that can't be bought | |
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Posted: 6/10/2006 8:47:40 PM | those things in life that can't be bought
a look that says I want you
a touch that says I need you
a whisper that says
I love you | |
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Posted: 6/10/2006 10:29:50 PM | I love you
until my days are through
I feel its higher than any sky
so big and bright , better than new
I crumble in its falling sigh
I love you
its true
despite the blues and purple haze
the shallow working of normal days
the time the line I couldn't find
devoured any chance of change
I love you so I rearrange
all that once was as strange
a page of thought that wasn't bought
not conspiring or deranged | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 2:06:20 AM | not conspiring or deranged,
not inspiring or arranged,
just silent with little to say,
happy in my own way.
not inferior or detaining,
not superior or done sanely
just average and content,
searching for bliss, truely intent,
a model for modern media,
unique in many ways,
waiting for someone to say,
I want 'you' to be in my encyclopedia...
be careful what you write,
it can come true...it might!
don't do anything stupid,
Don't waste anytime with cupid!
The only way 'you'll' become famous
is to walk around acting like you're blamless,
Think of something ineresting to write,
Then post it on a website | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 7:48:11 AM | Then
post it
on a website
late night delight
cool whip
spin
so
some words
not quite dead
reside when read
gently heard
go
now
shut off
future fantasies
ego sleeps famously
quick toss
pow
when
the site
economics collapses
players have cyber relapses
just right
bends | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 9:55:57 AM | I'd much perfer you die
For telling me such a lie
I thought you really loved me
Why would you make me cry | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 9:57:15 AM | I'd much perfer you die
For telling me such a lie
I thought you really loved me
Why would you make me cry | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 10:15:03 AM | Why would you make me cry,
and be chocking me with that tie.
At least go get a better color of one,
so I can look good when I am gone.
Your like a pain in the ass,
and I think you told it all at mass.
I should of known you were drunk again,
and been drinking way to much gin.
Let me guess you want a new wife
and you hate your life.
Sure brain storm kill me,
then walk up to find it wasn't a dream.
To the elect chair you will go,
and then who will you know.
Then you will fry,
and then I can say hi.
Me in heaven,
and you in hell.
Oh yes, what a thrill.
Yes even there the same old drill.
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Posted: 6/11/2006 11:08:29 AM | Yes even there the same old drill
poems posted without much skill
not bothering to follow a simple premis
so well it flows despite the menace
I hate you hate we hate it all
love is a call but still we stall
trying not to be showing
some smart ass trends
now lets go back to
bends. | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 11:24:25 AM | Bends!
This way,
and that way.
What ever way you need,
and still you can't contol the deed.
Think a good thought,
and maybe it will do what it was tought.
If not go see the doctor,
and see if rembers its chore.
Stop picking at the way people write,
so you don't have to fight.
Maybe it will make you happy,
and maybe you a pappy.
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Posted: 6/11/2006 11:32:51 AM | Maybe it will make you happy,
and maybe you a pappy.
Maybe it won’t be so crappy
To have to change a nappy
Maybe you’ll learn to see yourself
Reflected in her eyes
Maybe you’ll find a place
That doesn’t run and hide
Maybe you’ll have to face your fears
Of having someone depend
Upon you for their vision of god
Their first relationship with men | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 11:52:27 AM | Their first relationship with men
can send a message like nothing ever before
dna crossing viral shores
waiting for when more will arrive
hoping to be able to survive the onslaught
bought by nobody you ever will know
then placed naked in public shows
watched by millions with no respect
they detect a new beginning
it comes with the end of now
winning no more than token applause
feeling like a sow
I edit to fit the new posts
as fast as I can think
it take a while to stop a smile
then we can have a drink
what is the cause you stand for
what place deserves you thought
what time will bring you near to me
what message is found in naught
maybe you a pappy
maybe feelin sappy
or just a little happy
about some new rappy
despite it soundin crappy
we jump on the lappy
then have a little nappy
oh yes the way we write
is no cause to fight
its neither wrong or right
sometimes its very trite
sometimes its out of sight
somtimes you feel a slight
or your ass may feel a bite
nice to realize in time
the last is the first line
without being too blind
its easy for you to find
people express the mind
not always being kind
or making ties that bind
Maybe without a need
some just never read
they only want to bleed
or sow a bitter seed
in a personal greed
instead of helping feed
with an enlightening creed
I watch it all get tossed
don't want to be a boss
don't care about the cost
so don't be feeling crossed
it may look phony or glossed
or like ya just got joshed
I know your really not lost
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Posted: 6/11/2006 11:53:08 AM | "I know your not really lost,"
to late at what cost.
"Their first relationship with men"
we hope it wasn't really with their kin.
Now days who really knows,
and I think that really blows.
Most kids don't know their real dads,
and I think thats really sad.
Normaly they aren't really that far away,
and they need to ask their moms if the man is o.k.
It happens in the movies all the time,
and we never hear of it until in a ryme.
So go laugh right now,
and have your self a cow.
Because I drew a blank this time,
but that just fine.
I normaly know what to say,
but this time I don't o.k.
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Posted: 6/11/2006 12:43:26 PM | I normally know what to say,
but this time I don't o.k.
I have no way to tell you
What I have come to know,
He died last night out on the road,
That’s why he didn’t show.
He was on his way comin’ home to you
I know cause he left here
At 4 am after tears and talks
He was trying to come true.
He picked you after all you see
And was ending it with me
I couldn’t give him all you could
And he was comin’ home to see
If you could forgive and start gaain
And let him prove his worth
Forgive the lies, forgive the pain
Let life make rebirth.
But it was late and it was slick
And he didn’t get home to you
What was in coffee that made him sick,
They’ll never have a clue! | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 3:09:50 PM | they"ll never have a clue
why I put the cop in the dich
I hate blue
Thank GOD i'm a country boy
Sailor to boot. There's a bouy
Green Nasty and Mean
Young Hank he's not obseane
Up here in the North we Know Ilean
OutLaw Woman Just Out For Fun | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 3:50:12 PM | OutLaw Woman Just Out For Fun
Ridin on through town, on the run
Got my own money, my own trusty steed
Don’t take too much, don’t believe in greed
A bank here, a stagecoach there
Just take what I need, try to be fair.
Just lookin fer lovin, to have a good time
Don’t want to be yers, don’t want you fer mine. | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 5:29:50 PM | Don't want to be yers,don't want you for mine
donnt want you forever Im Logger FOREVEER you7 know YOU MOCK me ....
You ****HHHHHHHHH | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 5:32:12 PM | | Its insanitity ...,,If touched reality ,,,,,,,,,GODS HELP ME | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 5:43:34 PM | You ****HHHHHHHHH,
and your hound dog laying by the tree.
One kissed ya,
and one licked ya.
You smacked one,
and kicked the other.
Temper here,
and temper there.
You hugged one,
and patted the other.
One is your mate,
and the other your best freind.
You thought things were o.k.
and all was forgiven.
Then you went home,
and your in the dog house.
One spit on you,
and one peed on your leg.
One packed your stuff up,
and the other chewed your slippers to.
Looks like you went,
and slipped up. | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 5:59:05 PM | and slipped up.
I talked to an angel
In blackness I spoke
GOD RORY HELP me,
trivia mespoke | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 7:12:00 PM | trivia mespoke
I hear ya brother
knowin what those words mean
a difficult joke
why even bother
reaching for a theme
I'm just glad
I didn't get bored
and give in to the weed
not so bad
back is the Thorb
just the way it used to be
no jumpin in blind
or stupid rookie swine
putting meaning to
things we couldn't possibly mean | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 7:15:51 PM | things we couldn't possibly mean
said in a moment we can't understand
limitations seeming endless
while we were out making plans
too much angel in the dope
way too far gone to tell
smoking was all the rage
down in the schoolhouse stairwell
those days a distant memory
the times gone by a blurry vision
i can't go back, it seems to be
cuz i no longer have permission | |
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Posted: 6/12/2006 12:25:58 AM | I can't go back it seems to be
'cause I no longer have permission'
Who was it that put me
In this curious position?
Was I who laid down surrender
Was it you whose tongue did render
My soul defeated
Advanced when the wise retreated
Bridges engineered built so sturdy
Now in ashes, rivers dirty
Who struck the match who sparked the flame
Who must turn and go to whom?
Who must barter pride for shame?
I took a step back
so you could see the light
I walked away for you
A step too far to the edge of the night | |
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