| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- inspired by zero
Posted: 10/3/2007 7:55:31 AM | With a will that won't
a phone that just don't
and the time you don't find on a clock
I cross the river of infinite width
while casually out for a walk
Should I take that left hand fork
eat some pork or play a sport
should I challenge the empty thought
its feeling hot and I forgot
just what I was doing on the dock
Now dangling my toes in the water
struck by war's mad slaughter
hotter still is the lack of will
to reach out and call a daughter
when filled with that darkness of water
my belt seem suddenly taughter
so I teeter off down the boardwalk
over to a concession booth
with youth all around on wheels of fire
imagined wire guiding a flyer higher and higher
only a quagmire could keep my mind a bay
as short skirts wiggle away
that ancient sway of the hip
the curl of the lip
firm pointed tips
fingered in play
make my day. | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:-
Posted: 10/9/2007 5:33:46 PM | [brought home to infinity are the following]
Msg: 26 Why so cynical
Pain corrupts the brain
strained relations and misunderstanding
can be so demanding
we are all looking for a safe landing site
yet the flight feels all right
so we are hesitant to alight softly on that ground
when suddenly its found
laying all around
shards of cynicism
Msg: 85 Blatant references to sex in profiles
blatant anything can be a turn off
or on .... depends on the day.
some men and women are here to play
so if they say
yea
okay
that's an honest way.
intimate encounters is what they should list
though in actuality ... long term sex may be what they miss.
just the ability to voice their concerns
is not as good and stating the yearning for that lost fantasy
this cyber space pseudo reality creates in the minds of some with none.
It can turn me off almost as much as some chick asking for
a real man
like as if she can
actually understand
what that is.
not the romantic fantasy
Barbie Harlequin commands from the bedside stand
late at night
when fright of loneliness strikes
deep into that darkness we find on the home world
Venus vs. Mars.
and all the scars from past failures to understand
communication demands
woman and man
to compromise the signs between the lines and holding hands.
Some people are obsessed with sex as a bond
some are more fond of the surface of the pond
some like deep water
others just think they will be led to the slaughter
if for a moment
they give in to a primal desire
before the ink is dry on the flyer
a new advertisement has been placed.
Its no skin off my face
when I just click off that profile
roll my eyes for awhile
smile at the foolish presentation
then move on to a new creation.
sometimes under sedation. | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- Too Fussy
Posted: 10/11/2007 3:25:32 PM | another homecoming to infinity from a normally unpoetic thread.
msg.74 Too Fussy ...
So what is too fussy
means your house is too clean
your dishes are done in the morning
or is it all a warning
what is too fussy for this twenty first century limbo
where Jimbo becomes Jill with the aid of a pill
or is that Jack turns on with some crack
while the cars in the back wait for gas
what is too fussy when the wife up and left
in your best hunting vest with that guest you invited last week
the one that looked like a geek
yet a silver streak of innuendoes seemed to unbutton her dress
It caused no distress at the time
but then you ran out of lime
your beer in the fridge was still comforting
so back to the scrimmage line you go just maybe a little slow
is it fussy to want what the others neglected after a week or two
after the real you was allowed out of the house
is it fussy to demand a better spouse
than that louse from yesterday's lost dreams
that just seems to nag you into depression
causing bad expressions of what you really need
to feed the angel inside your soul
to get back at that goal.
is it fussy to buck the trend
to want an honest friend. | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- The Answer
Posted: 10/11/2007 8:51:56 PM | I thought I knew the answer
then I woke up
now daily chores and other bores
drank all the cup
I wonder what the question was
as time flashes in my face
little red dots assulting my thoughts
pushing left side out of place
the right side is so lazy
it would be a dancer's disgrace
while implying figures eloquently
it doesn't move through space
Some think the answer comes in four letter
some say luck and some a truck
then there is work but also suck and jerk
hey what is a good one for a buck
I look up above and hear angels sing love
songs oh so long and drawn from silver rays
clear as the air you wish you could breathe
dear as the nestlings up in the trees
is life the question or love the question
well if you love life then you cover them both
is self the question or others the question
one god or many or parts of one god if any
The answer that I am able to see is me
I have to be in totality the best I can for a man
If I am anything else no matter
the former and the latter all remain the same
inside a single brain.
it would drain my soul
to have a goal
beyond my abilities
though being a man
I do what i can
to instill absurdities
into the brains of others I see
to see if they really see me
or are lost in their totality
so is the destination
communication
with you
or me
though I'm still wondering
©ThorbArt2006
originally Posted: 4/27/2006 10 12 PM | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- Break the Shy
Posted: 10/13/2007 7:30:08 PM | Just thought I'd lay it in here too .... to .... Break the Shy ...
let the words creat the rhythm in the spacing of your breath
let the images paint a picture of a dance just like a myth
clouded in that vision of some lost and lonely game
where the forest is alive with love and dancers with no names
try to see the movement as these steps just twist and turn
as some synchopated idea from a past composer's worms airates floating melody
with a chorus like a choir drawing all that listen in to some harmony frequent flier
withing themselves popping out are some elves from a sublimated fog
the frogs complete the rhythm started on the logs
Cool dudes ... now we need some dudette input
for sake of so much more 4-4
a bit of rock em sock em in the country we call home
never alone with the friend in me
you gotta see the toatlity of banality merged with reality
then change the rhythm
once
maybe twice as we all crawl across the bridge
I can see the ridge from here
its quite clear
she will only fall for the dreams that merge with her's
if six feet under meets with ash
how fast can we trash some party boy minds
get em dancin in the brine
reminds me
ah yes
that time in the east end when a friend from downtown came along on spec.
what the heck
no regrets in a good time
some new lines for the minds we already know in a way
yesterday is always gone and I'm sure you're tired of hearing
tomorrow never comes
but what the hey just one more fun and I'm done.
for now
Then wham bam pow
with a stong bass drum driving the toms
I hear a sax in the back
rising and falling to an undulation of the crowd
the front row is so proud
we know every word
a thousand times we've heard
it never ever gets stale
when we're impaled in that rhythm
gotta keep em happy
gotta keep em high
gotta keep em dancing
gotta break the shy
reach your arms up to the sky
say I
I
I
I
gotta break the shy
©Thorbart | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- Break the Concentration
Posted: 10/18/2007 7:06:21 AM | Don't take much
a bit of fuss
a little crack in the armour
a broken plate
no time to wait
when a tooth is that sore
its hard to tell
anything you'll sell
can't stand the smell of your own breath
just pop any drugs
even eat bugs
or a slug to give that pain a quick death
lost in the desire to be normal of sorts
to find a peace that lets rest break contorts
searching for hope in any corner of the cabinet
with impatience driving the train you inhabit
yet lost to rational thought at this time
you have to try to slow down your mind
drive that pain into another corner real fast
before big mistakes turn you into the past
Sometimes it can make me go soak my head
while feeling I just might be better off dead
though who really knows what the hell that would be like
could be even worse or like riding a bike
up a hill in a icey black rain
with razor sharp shards of pain
making for pretty damn tough investigation
of what it was that broke my concentration | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- Instant Love
Posted: 10/19/2007 1:43:33 PM | a snippet was posted in Cyn's thread... here is the whole thing. [so far]
instant love
like instant coffee
seems to hit the spot
until that day the real thing comes
it doesn't even have to be hot
that taste so indescribable
so much beyond a morning fix
no longer satisfied with pour and stir
or some other marketing tricks
The smell is pure as it fills the air
with smiling joy and angel hair
no need to have it right away
a savoured love in patient play.
instant love
like in a pill
a pilot series
broken will
taking all you give for free
leaving wonders about harmony
what are you to want so little
a fantasy in red lacy teddi
a lubrication with some spittle
here it comes
let's hope your ready
that's it
the target is in the middle
Explosive passion in a flash
slap and tickle on hot flesh ass
may at times seem pretty crass
but in the throws all things pass
For hours and hours you try as you may
the Karma Sutra can show many ways
candles and scents from flowered thoughts
wine and music for atmospheric shots
romance with a stone so hard to find
when its only a game plan in your mind
something your read or saw on the screen
without even thinking you say peaches and cream
draw a picture with lipstick and lace
paint blue eye shadow in the right place
a dab of perfume between supple breasts
everything you ever heard to make it the best
still with the planning and love potent paste
you just don't see its a form of haste
wasted in dreams of forever more
the prince and princess trying to score
when its cupid who decides when to draw that bow
let it all fly and strike your heart so
plans and schemes from this earthy plane
suddenly all become so inane.
Instant love
like a happy meal snack
will only stop hunger
not fulfill the lack
the no luster
no shine
no golden divine
instant love
is just another design
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- 5 Year Quickie
Posted: 10/23/2007 10:40:45 AM | got carried away in 8 line .... had to trim it back. [here is the whole piece]
All the officers wondered
which would get the charge
who would have to tell their men
"climb up on that first barge"
They knew without a question
the boys would do as told
though a light in the eyes of many a fool
would soon become stone cold
We all have seen the writing
its published on so many walls
first to stand and make the charge
is often first to fall
Kilroy was here across the pond
Enfield in hand like a magic wand
sunk in a muddy neighbourhood
waiting for rations so often no good
Just a quickie fix they did say
then back home again almost next day
ladies where waiting amongst the tears
as that quickie turned into more than five years.
Still within this reason
truth bites upon thy soul
tis mortal right and pleasing
to die for valiant goals
Not long ago in times of dirt
of pain mixed up with sorrow
Cannon fodder from the farm
was sent out like no tomorrow
Wave after wave of young ideals
for God and King and country
for Mom and Dad and apple pie
they fell like Humpty Dumpty
Kilroy was here across the pond
Enfield in hand like a magic wand
sunk in a muddy neighbourhood
waiting for rations so often no good
Just a quickie fix they did say
then back home again almost next day
ladies where waiting amongst the tears
as that quickie turned into more than five years.
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- I don't care
Posted: 10/27/2007 8:48:55 AM | This is a hard rock thing I've been toying with mostly in E and C minor
it got a bit of that old angst flowing so I put it in Wordy music giggle too.
Somewhere off in a far away time
I know that girl I'm going to find
we'll laugh an dance an blow some minds
but until then I sing these lines.
some are soft and feel like lace
some so harsh they scrat your face
others drift off in the night
others still feel oh so right.
I don't care who you are
I don't care about your car
I don't care what you say
I don't care what games you play
I'm gonna get my own scars
I don't care where you're from
I don't care if you have a gun
I don't care about your pay
I don't care if you turn grey
I'm gonna beat my own drum
Somewhere out there across these dreams
a woman desires to be on my team
she's free in spirit and heart and mind
she's open to smiles and being kind
I know we'll eventully find a way
to sing and laugh about these days
feeling down with most of the world
letting it out in a snarling lip curl
I don't care what you do
I don't care who you screw
I don't care who cut your jib
I don't care if ya sleep in a crib
I'm gonna live the way I do
I don't care where you go
I don't care who you know
I don't care when your out
I don't care if you shout
I'm gonna up and blow | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- out of nothingness
Posted: 10/30/2007 9:08:27 PM | seems the head needs a bit of nothingness
washed in apathy
a hand to hold while walking slow
across the Salton Sea
dreams of empty mixing bowls
of forks and spoons so clean
you have no desire to dirty them
its just an empty dream
brushed against a thistle patch
while only in your socks
sunbaked eylids feeling down
no desire for rolls or rocks
winter's sythe of glacial thought
frozen to piles of wood
hard and strong with little rot
your starting to feel good
stores of most of what you need
to keep the life blood's flow
safe and sound outside of greed
pleasure comes as we know | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- More fussy thoughts
Posted: 11/2/2007 9:28:47 AM | [posted in the are we too fussy thread msh 227 and now here]
Then off we go to club reject
for a beer a toke and a laugh
feeling brothers and sisters alike
making fun of slights in the past
if you can't have a sense of humour
you will have no sense at all
for when the final bell does toll
its only you that walks down that hall
alone in birth and the same in death
so if the middle feels much the same
what does it matter when everyone else
is waiting to hear their name
take what you need and leave the rest
for its only a waste of time
to fill you life with shallow things
that will only clutter up your mind
friends are good and lovers too
when the convince is there to be had
but if it interferes with being you
it can only be poor or bad.
fussy is such a silly word
for being decerning in choice
like trying to say a mocking bird
has a uniquely beautiful voice
sour grapes is what I see
dripping off these vines
not the kind of thing I want
to make a vintage wine | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- thoughts
Posted: 11/10/2007 3:25:58 PM | just pressured
again with the gist
feeling no more
no less pissed
why explain the lack of show
when most that do
don't really know
what its for
what its about
what to whisper
what to shout
they wander around with nose out of joint
thinking a better way to make no point
thinking how can I make it work for me
when half a billion others are lost a sea
floating on tides of lunacy
the finger again is pointing at me
why should I say what's been said way too often
no wonder most artists need help from a coffin
recognition of thought as a work in progress
gets lost with the framing of things to impress
formalities that scream spontaneous desire
then toss the real one like a log on a fire
sour grapes is so easy to say about vents
so quick to analyze the raising of rents
so slow to meditate on that to one side
the slippery slope of elite does preside
Been there
done that
got the T-shirt
seen it before it was covered in dirt
before it got mounted on that pedestal
we hung out laundry and rewound some wool
using those protrusions and extremities
for some thoughtless needs with casual ease.
Now polish and spit from an old coffee can
brings the spark to that finger on the outreached hand
flashing like thunder in velvet hot nights
what was once a scorn now becomes delight
The eye of beholder gets to play the main part
as beauty and sublime challenge your art.
The best part comes from inside your heart
starts to flow like a gentle rain of farts
toasts all those seeds you collected from grains
while washing self awareness out of the brain
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- When way was back
Posted: 11/13/2007 10:00:35 AM | another silly lyric home from wordy music thread
"When way was back" © ThorbArt 2007
Just strummin here on the ole gui tar
seein jus how much a little scar
can stop the playin of some bar cords
an make me mind feel like more
time is needin ta find a score
then do a hit
and play some more.
like way back when when way was back
like in the front o dat shack round back
over der under da track
way back when when way was back
Now I've found some rhythm that feels okay
the fingerin seems to let me sway
back and forth from within some minors
two or three chords but nothin finer
still I'm feeling good for now
the times just flowing anyhow
my mind being empty lets me play on and on
no need for these lyrics
it ain't a song.
like way back when when way was back
like in the front o dat shack round back
over der under da track
way back when when way was back
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- Within Without
Posted: 11/15/2007 7:33:03 AM | [from first last into infinity]
within a cage too small
we seem to find the gall
to kick them in the balls
even if its only figurative
within the darkened room
its easy to miss the gloom
no need for mop or broom
until it becomes imperative
without some guiding light
there's no need for keen sight
to discern the wrong from right
for it all just looks the same
without the nourishment
the ability to pay the rent
eviction notes get sent
to be ignored once again | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- Not Only For Children
Posted: 11/15/2007 7:37:31 AM | [and another with minor line modification]
the memories are mine
something I cherish
like a warm cup of coffee
a pull of toffee
shared on that warm summer night
the fire light flickering
yea sure,
maybe a bit of dïckering over who gets the big pull
who has to use the wool blanket
and when we can sing that chorus
for before us
there was everything else that isn't now
or to come
like so much fun
with a tumble in the sand
wet hands
digging for imaginary treasures
such pleasures
can't only be for children. | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- Consolation in confusion
Posted: 11/20/2007 10:33:44 AM | Thanks Rose and ... lovely feelings come from the read.
------------------------ now off on another tangent ----------------------------
Consolation in confusion
Feeling the pressures all around this smoky place
rushing feet and flailing arms trying to win a fantasy race
buy then sell to buy again is all they seem to do
invest it here to crash over there its never really new
I thought I had some well earned dough ready to be invested
my broker smiled and shook my hand before he was arrested
Now I wonder why with a tear in my eye I just can't find the way
around the cries and wanton sighs of this sorry game they play
I know somewhere its scattered round here and there
my assets are rare and it doesn't seem fair
needing consolidation with an infusion of new funds
trying to avoid confusion before its begun
Now I could have bought a new boat trailer and car
Or gone out west to rest with friends under the stars
It wouldn't resolve the problem of this quagmire
can consolidation cover old financial scars
Now what to choose so I won't lose again
where to go to avoid that slip of the pen
its not an illusion when its clear as mud
while hearing the sirens cry out for new blood
All those deals that need a bank loan
coming each night right over the phone
I want to just put it all into one
so maybe I'll buy a mutual fund
©ThorbArt | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- How Can It Finish?
Posted: 11/22/2007 7:25:24 PM | [brought into infinity from Unfinished Business of last spring]
Love the rant that really is ravin’
scooping the corners of the mind
trying to grind it
find it
get behind the shit
a bit
gently guiding the ride
reins held tight
a delight
when the saddle fits
feet in the stirrups
a quest we are on
feeling strong in song belongs to everyone
reminders can make millions
then get lost in the cost
be tossed off
another one hit wonder
fallen under that spell
swelled head
then publicly dead
with an asterisk
that once read
what ever happened to Fred?
with those seven little girls in the back seat
just lost track of him while after we parked
a three minute song will leave out that part
to focus on a broken heart
or broken pride
easy to reside in teenage slides of emotion
dancing in and out of devotion
following the radio
for all they know
of every little piece of nothing
beyond hearing themselves babble
so stick that fish in your ear
clear your mind
stick out your thumb
then off on the universal highway you strum
with a cum to the beat of a drum
a stare when you find your a chair
then swear you weren't there
as the wreckers came
happy to see the end of the game
pinch yourself one last time
how could it finish
without a last line
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- Are we not learning?
Posted: 11/26/2007 7:50:21 PM | [what the hey ... may as well put the latest unfinished business here too]
Are we not consistently learning
who they are
who we are
who we want to be
how to sway the self
with something more comfortable
more form fitting to the soul
more attainable goals
its so easy to sloth
to glutton
to bleed
so easy to wine and dine on seeds
doubts of hopes, of wants, of needs
so easy to fall into commercial greed.
Lost in desire to address that poll
seduced by fashions of lost souls
plastered daily on that tv screen
pumped for pleasure, plucked and preened.
As long as we stay on this corporal plane
the general knowledge remains the same
a private session with a major star
could explode any minute into a scar.
The Army of Darkness could cover your escape
while off in the distance they launch from the cape
Mars becomes the mission as Venus is passed on
skeptics think its all just a new hell spawn
turning attention to glory in space
ignoring hunger seen in a child’s face.
Its so easy to make what you want of this life
to twist and warp the good mother's advice
to go back for seconds not once but twice
ignoring all other's tribulations and strife.
I, like so many don't know when to stop
it all gets my goat and makes me feel hot
waste and suffering on this global scale
would feel less troublesome if I wasn't so pale.
If I could reach back to the uninformed time
when a new release album found me in line
when friends smiles and laughter mattered so much
a million broadcasters couldn't keep me in touch.
I turned off those boxes and passed the news stands
you never found a daily wasting time in my hands
I wanted to see and experience my own universe
instead of some sensationalist throwing me in reverse. | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- Lost Dimension
Posted: 11/26/2007 7:52:32 PM | [also should put this here from Om's since it is very fitting for infinity]
Such a concept
two dimensional words
how would I speak them
it feels somewhat absurd.
I like how you touch this
mixed with a space
a drawer full of writing
with drawings placed
haphazard arrangements
conversing estrangement
mismatched engagements
juxtaposed derangement
its always good to remember
words only work when spoken
even if they are read in side your head
that is why someone wrote them
There really is no dimension
outside that mystical time
the one in the space that takes the place
of whatever you had in your mind
So consequently my ideas fall
so often off a crumbling wall
then look so small
as I wonder who to call
I do see the page in two dimensions
until I realize I’m trying
to use what I see as reality
instead of just feeling the lines
and I’m never quit sure about time
how to lose or find
how to save
how to engrave
that undimensionl space in my mind | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- Those Pictures
Posted: 11/28/2007 8:23:54 AM | Those kind of photos are a definite turn off
showing how much they are like a sloth
slowly divulging the devoured subbrain
desire motivations like camped in the rain
Internet seduction has taken its toll
left chivalrous morals like smoldering coals
tossed out the back in some forgotten pit
left with a language that's turning to spit
ethics of pride in the way life is lived
work and compassion lost in a bid
to expand our horizons with uncontrolled lust
picturing everyone naked on the bus
I just got a shiver from that image in my head
maybe we would all be better off dead
than grouped in the quandary of cyber space love
tossed like a salad encrypted by bugs
left from virus that infected all brains
making misrepresentation the name of the game
photoshop correction of blemish on bust
a bit of enhancement reinforcing no trust
I see all the pictures and feel for your pain
then try to create a reservoir that won't drain
until this land is growing again
with honest love being ingrained | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- Home again, home again
Posted: 12/1/2007 5:45:25 PM | Got an unexpected day off work
thought what the hey
let's flirt with the weather
feeling light as a feather flying home
it can feel good to be alone
no one calling on the phone
no need to roam
feet up
watch a game
feel the same as somany other days
that casual way we play with outselves
snack from the shelves with a cold beer
cheer when ya feel like its clearly good
the boys have done with that new fibre wood
carbonized and over priced
but still so nice
when ya see em pop one in
its a treat for the home boys to win | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- Home again, home again
Posted: 12/8/2007 7:50:44 AM | To feel the coldishnes of a semi closed home
waiting for my bones to warm
its like early late morn when
thinking of doing self maintainence
business of sorts
cohorts have had all week
while peeking across the yard
marde happens while I'm away
so they say
I know my play time has taken a back seat
with tweaks of hope
the pensions will rope in another year
clear the way for more beer
steer my life
mellow that strife of finance
advance some fantasy
with the lunacy of a dream
ticket to ride
that great water slide
while time abides it way
in its imaginary play
with desire to avoid quagimire
climb a bit higher
see more friends
in the end
bend into that shape
fitting the nape of your neck
like a pair
we stare at the wall
feel large and small
hurry to stall
while the ball rolls on down that hill of life
each morning I wonder
should I really care if you eat with your knife?
Five days a week in an auto plant
setting up the alarms
controling arms
waiting for that day of pay
then off for two
maybe see you
maybe not
its sort of a shot in the dark
kind of a lark
hark
the harold angels don't sing here
that's clear
so after another beer
I put on some AC/DC
or Little Feat
both can beat the blues
better than paper news
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- Home again, home again
Posted: 12/24/2007 4:17:44 PM | better than paper news
or an after turkey dinner snooze
Instead you're tightening up all those loose screws
on the "to be assembled " gift who knows who's
manufactured in China instructions are clues
for the missing pieces while kid cries the blues
And you're just wasting time to get into the booze
wishing someone else was in your shoes
and you were really off on a Carribean cruise...
Happy Holidays Shrek... | |
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| -:- One Moment in Infinity -:- Home again, home again
Posted: 12/24/2007 9:20:52 PM | Down the road in the deep woods of Canada
a giant snow figure stands
sculpted by an artists touch
imagination is a powerful tool
treasure your dreams
and may Christmas bring you peace and joy. | |
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