| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/12/2006 11:35:19 AM | A step too far to the edge of the night
desires lost willingly to unintended flight
a fall unforseen as you look to the right
suckered or bushwacked without a fight
its all so shady with the mystery lady
tailing along to your tent
thinking while drinking with two hand full
its not a discussion you vent
blue skies over yonder lead you to wander
far from the old beaten trail
the two of you smile and walk for a while
realizing the beer's now stale
Into a clearing you gently start steering
to take a break from the bugs
like a merciful nurse she pulls from her purse
a pack of recreational drugs
If it wasn't for the smiling face on the moon
this time would melt away the gloom
alcolol and drugs mixed up and consumed
then before you know it comatose till noon
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looknc
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Joined: 5/29/2006
Msg: 877 | |
| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/12/2006 1:09:26 PM | Then, before you know it, comatose till noon,
midnight surfing, road to ruin.
e-mails, chat lines, forums and such,
all becoming a bit too much.
Creating a life through the finger tips,
forming online relationships.
And it feels so damn fleet,
all could be gone with the press of delete.
But alas, this is the technology age,
where this form of communication is all the rage.
Where the righteous get to preach from upon their steeple,
mostly deep thoughts, from shallow people.
User name, password, a new profile,
ought to keep me going for little awhile.
Cd's, movies, pics to burn,
Hold on life, you'll get a turn. | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/12/2006 1:14:17 PM | Hold on life, you'll get a turn.
Never mind whose butts you burn--
Just gimme a chance to see
what I can do
then take me on
beyond this night of blue. | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/12/2006 1:42:21 PM | Beyond this night of blue..
I WILL re-kindle thoughts (seem new)........
I WILL remember what once I felt.....
You.....and me....our hearts......
They melt. | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/12/2006 4:36:46 PM | They melt, fade away into darkness
My nightmares leave me once more
Allowing me to live the day
And make the most of every moment
Love like I've never loved
And Laugh like I have never laughed
Now i depend on this imaginary hell
To make my days all the brighter | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/12/2006 8:12:54 PM | To make my days all the brighter
He painted himself in fluorescents
To make the darkness lighter
He stayed in his core essence
To hold me till came the night fighter
Came to take me to my lessons
And then he'd hold me tighter | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/12/2006 9:51:11 PM | And then he'd hold me tighter.....
kissing the bruises......
repeatedly saying......over and over.........
I'm really not..........
really NOT a fighter.
(This is NOT my personal experience!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/12/2006 10:03:34 PM | I’m really not……really not a fighter
Neither that nor much of a writer
Someone who loves……loves life
Who avoids fights and turns strife
Into questions…..questions of heart
To look at things and get a better start
To spread peace……peace and good will
To turn war to peace would be better still | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 884 | |
| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/13/2006 1:53:05 AM | To turn war to peace would be better still
but that would go against the will
of those whose greed for oil must kill
Now later into a dreary night
a darkened plane ends its flight
evidence is kept from sight
coffins gray, returned in stealth
for foreign soil retains the health
of those kids who died for others wealth
while a widows clothes are rent
his rifle to another leant
another child is quickly sent | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/13/2006 10:05:50 AM | another child is quickly sent
its off to the war of malcontent
trying to act brave as the went
to fight for oil and lose their lives
all they want is to survive
if we look at war through those that died
we see the hurt that the family bears
it just as if the politicians don't care
what evil they create in killing over there
they search for wealth in oil and rulers
so that they can make money with these desert duel'ers
making war machines is not making them cooler
it is taking the lives of many that matter
they are taking on so many desparate measures
so that they will end up with all the treasures | |
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looknc
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Joined: 5/29/2006
Msg: 886 | |
| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/13/2006 12:32:08 PM | So that they will end up with all the treasures,
they program you from birth.
Propaganda, misinformation,
becomes your net worth.
They revel in their slanted views,
teaching you to hate.
All you have to do is accept the news,
that they propogate.
Then as any other part of a machine,
you take your place.
Left running around in circles,
is this the human race? | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/13/2006 1:59:41 PM | is this the human race?
this saddened greedy bitter place?
Where are all the happy people?
there's not even happiness under the steeples.
twas once this a place of pleasantries,
where life was grand for you and me?
The evolution of man is in a depression,
cause political rulers make no concessions.
they take what ours and make it theirs,
not giving any return for our future heirs.
do we need to revolt and take back our smiles?
or would they just place us in their danger files?
What we need to do is to insist that leaders
are only paid when we are made believers.
they don't get squat unless they accomplish the good,
thats what we need to solve the problems in the hood.
Pay is based on merit just like the poor folks do.
the politicians get nothing until they work for you,
accomplishing what's good for all of the needy.
not just the rich, the powerful and greedy,
everyone that lives a moral life,
those that have kids and take care of their wife.
the single people here and across the seas.
that is what our political objectives should be. | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/13/2006 3:12:59 PM | That is what our political objectives should be.
To romp and roam and run free.
Maybe all people should go back to the time before treaties
You know when the red man ran free.
come on admit it your running things like chimpanzies | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/13/2006 3:24:46 PM | come on admit it your running things like chimpanzies
Is there any real thought that goes into your mind
When your passing the laws
and making them mine
You want to impeach bush
for all that he's done and all he has not learned
but you have to wait until he balances the budget
or has sex in the white house with a young intern
we send off the young
to a war with no hope
and we complain of our laws
and we still do not vote | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/13/2006 3:34:27 PM | and still we do not vote
"Jejune trombonic elves flail"
I.. I understand this quote
see everyone should have hope | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/13/2006 4:17:54 PM | see everyone should have hope
hope for another day
another long road
to forgiveness
it is instrinsic
in our souls
to love
to lose
to always have
that one
to further hope
see everyone should have hope
hope for another way
another long chance
for togetherness | |
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| First Line, Last Line
Posted: 6/13/2006 4:21:21 PM | for togetherness
i tore myself to shreds
trying to be
who you wanted
what a mistake that was
i know that now
never again
shall i lose who i am
for someone that cannot accept
our differences | |
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| our diffences
Posted: 6/13/2006 4:37:45 PM | Our diffences,
and the fact he wont move away.
He cuts my fruit tree,
and leaves the twigs on the ground at the base for me to see.
He sneaks behind my house under my windows,
and it makes me crazy with hate.
He fishes my pond late at night,
and knows I wont go out in the dark.
He shoots every time he is down,
and a shot went past my sons head.
I call the cops,
and he runs away.
Still hasn't been arrested even today,
and I think its unjust.
The list is endless,
and he just don't seam to stop.
Three years I have not spoke to that snake of a man,
and yet he does things over here I just don't understand.
I am not moving,
and he can die knowing that of old age.
Pain in the ass neibors,
and the fact they wont move away.
I live here,
and he has many other homes.
Why go out of his way,
and make sure I know he is there.
The man is married,
and a cheating drunk.
I would much prefer a skunk if I was single if he was my only choice,
and knock knock get the point. | |
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looknc
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Joined: 5/29/2006
Msg: 894 | |
| our diffences
Posted: 6/13/2006 5:10:58 PM | And knock knock get the point,
is that opportunity you see leaving?
One chance to leave this joint,
but you have to start believing.
In yourself and not just others,
this should be crystal clear.
more than just friends and lovers,
but the person in the mirror.
Freedom starts within the mind,
giving you a choice.
Go forward and you'll find,
there's a friend in that inner voice. | |
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| our diffences
Posted: 6/13/2006 7:00:54 PM | | Hey, I like that one looknc..I won't seek immediate medical attention tho, it's just something worth while reading.. | |
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looknc
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Joined: 5/29/2006
Msg: 896 | |
| our diffences
Posted: 6/13/2006 7:38:30 PM | thank you, anonymous4u.
And who is the next poet to continue this excellent forum.
My last line being your first line.
last line: there's a friend in that inner voice. | |
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| our diffences
Posted: 6/13/2006 7:55:17 PM | there's a friend in that inner voice.
Or at lease it’s a companion.
A hundred nights alone by choice
Spent deep within the canyon
They left me here to watch suns die
be birthed again by morning
They left me here to watch the sky
But I could give no warning.
I hear you whisper as I shout
Aloud ,the skies are crawling!
I see them here there is no doubt,
I see their rise and falling.
Forgotten fear, forgotten pain
All the grief and mourning,
I see it coming once again,
but I could give no warning | |
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| FIRST LINE LAST LINE .
Posted: 6/13/2006 8:24:31 PM | but I could give no warning
the clock just stuck at three
isn't anything you'd do different
happened to be you instead of me
and you can believe that fact
go ahead and say I said it
that be just right by me
pretend I give a rats ass
about taking something that
should have been given for free | |
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| FIRST LINE LAST LINE .
Posted: 6/13/2006 9:50:23 PM | Should have been given for free.
Instead I paid greatly.
For love was blind, you're quite unkind
Now unstake my heart from that tree.
Tweedle dum,tweedle die.
3.16 may I have some pi? | |
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| FIRST LINE LAST LINE .
Posted: 6/14/2006 3:41:27 AM | 3.16 may I have some pi
What a ludcris line
To try and stop the poetic flow
But the spaceman spiftfter
Cannot compete
With us, The poets
Try again next time little man
But you'll never win | |
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