| behind my front
Posted: 1/18/2007 5:34:36 PM | from backtofront to and fro
I know things you'll never know
tears ,fears,enough to fill several years
come and get is it a race
i seethe lies behind your face
angel, liar ,whore
words we don't need anymore
pouring salt upon my wound
steel,your guitar is untuned
is this clever discourse
maybe ,but i've heard worse
finished for this time
please continue this war of rhyme | |
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| frontlining my behind
Posted: 1/18/2007 5:41:08 PM | oh, knower of things
bringer of war
allow me to foul me
disturb me once more
circle my words
and decadent lies
perceive the world
behind my dry eyes
many salty wounds i've treasured
and measured in the past
cleverly disguising
the reasons i run so fast
that lying, angelic whore
is begging me to stay
yet, as the Supertramp said
"i must be on my way"
and yeah, "i must be movin' on" | |
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| and running from these things i know
Posted: 1/19/2007 4:52:10 PM | yeah, i'm a loser
a down and out boo-hooer
not yet ready to jump out of
this skin i've made for myself
but oh, well.....
it's always lonely at the top rung of hell
the stench is assaulting me
pulling out all of my
indecent deeds
oh, how can i watch this
this life just rolling by
viewing is never the pleasure
at least not to my untrained eye
looking back over my
hunched shoulders i know
that i never learned a god damned thing | |
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| and running from these things i know
Posted: 1/23/2007 7:42:55 PM | sitting in my shadow
relishing the fact
that i can put the past away
and straighten up my act
close up a chapter
of never-ending tears
and take back what's left of me
after all these lonely years
i can walk away knowing
that i did the best i could
maybe not the greatest
or all that i should
fukk i suck tonight
that's ok, all's well
it's a never-bending story
behind these tale of tells
confusion, how you take me
grab hold of all i know
wrestle around inside me
til i'm bleeding from the blows
i try to tell myself i'm fine
i'm just fine here alone
but something says i'm lying
about that happy home
i should be dependent
on me and no one else
not for happiness, or laughter
or the words to tell the tell | |
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| and running from these things i know
Posted: 1/25/2007 12:02:05 AM | The moon she cradled the western sky
He stood silhouette in moonlight
A long lone call proffered
A summons was heard
The gates will be open tonight
And ere before long the horses were set
And ridden hard right to lather
Each one for his sake
Their own way would make
On the seventh hill for to gather
The first to arrive on a fierce bay mare
The forester from far mountain range
He set forth a small fire
To beacon them higher
Then began set stones to arrange
And up from the south came the monk on a grey
He’d been riding hard through the night
Fond embrace did extend
He held his dear friend
And then opened his scrolls to full sight
The Harlequin rode forward on his chestnut mare
With the Debonair dandled on a roan
They greeted each knight
With heartfelt delight
And began unwrapping the stone
The minstrel arrived on his stallion of white
With the gentryman on a tan steed
Joined song with the others
A harmony of brothers
And with his harp accompanied
The last to appear was the maje on his black
His banner fair danced in the breeze
And the silver sight
Of him bathed in moonlight
Took those fine men all down to their knees
Lightning flashed from stark starry sky
Illuminated the seven all found
Set with tall stone
They each stood alone
As the mists of the east eddied ‘round
The horses left hobbled and under a spell
That was cast in the gentrymans style
The monk made the sounds
To reverb within bounds
And the Minstrel held tones all the while
The mist set a spinning in colours not found
In the everyday world of the sleeping
The men breathed to ready
Held all thoughts steady
And vanished from sight and safe keeping
Stars circled skies mooncradle had set
When the morning mists gathered illusion
Seven worn out men
Lay alone on the glen
As their horses looked on in confusion
The moon she cradled the western sky
He stood silhouette in moonlight
To the North he lifted
The pipe he’d been gifted
The gates had been opened tonight | |
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| and running from these things i know
Posted: 1/25/2007 8:24:49 PM | wow, ravin....majickal....to say the least!!
i'm always in tune to the words you spin
written in haste, i sing with this pen
writing and waiting, lonely again
looking for something i haven't quite seen
i thought i did once, but it was only a dream
so, now, as sanity's waving goodbye
i sit in the choir of my mind's lullabye
and cradle the moments, the memories made
of things forgotten and dues not yet paid
////////////////////////////////
there was an old man, aged 93
who died one autumn day
his wife of six decades decided
she couldn't live her life that way
so she waited around for a few days
to see if life would adjust
she swam in her tears and reliquished all fears
and wished her poor body to dust
she couldn't live without him
that old man down the street
two days after he left her
her heart simply forgot it's beat
now that's what i call love | |
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| not knowing which way to run
Posted: 1/30/2007 5:15:23 AM | bad luck, blue eyes
hard times have come
hard lucky blue eyes
my shadows want some
they're tearing and screaming
ripping the veneer
clawing their way
to get the hell outta here
shredding the ceiling
of righteous views
impaling the future
on spit-shine news
welcome to my interest
where i walk alone
lying next to happiness
telling tales upon my throne
seeking the kindred spirit-
the likeness of my mind
to tell me everything i know
to draw that thin, gray line
i know you know i'm waiting
you know i know you're there
we know, we know, we know
this deal just isn't fair | |
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| kicked to splinters
Posted: 1/31/2007 7:03:09 PM | he traces the missing spaces charcoal grey
remembering those times in pools of a London Fog
fear gets sketched in coloured states
painful purples on bruised black and blue
painting the pain of a previously encountered face
I need to state
compare
share or relate
my altered fate and being
a spiritual ground
so magically profound
as to take the place of my breath
some what like a little death
I hear your voice then kinda want to kiss your face
let the monkeys out to swallow you whole lets
just run away with me to that special place
where tigers play and angels have swollen lips
I've found sometimes I feel so god damn good
I think I might want to breathe
then at others I'm so overwhelmed
I just lay down and bleed
if I could speak I would say it like they do
with expression and passion of one in the know
inside a twisted refrain all tangled up in blue
like an off key revival or a sold out ticket window
shes ancient she true shes exotic ,foreign and completely brand new
if shes possibly reading this ,then it must be You | |
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| splintered my shins
Posted: 2/1/2007 6:01:07 AM | and he said....
"living in this darkness
is blowing me away
can i get a witness
to shine the sun my way?"
and i said....
"i've been waiting here forever
playing with my time
pulling out your habits
while i clear away mine"
in unison, people....
"let's chase away the thunder
out in Deadman's Cave
pull in that intellectual smoke
forget the time we gave"
and a la la la la la la la la
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i wear a secret smile
hidden behind my eyes
it covers up the mistakes
and erases all my lies
so yeah, these days are good
so good i can't believe
that i could be the one
boo-hooing in her sleeve
hiding tears for lost time
i don't want you to see me cry
so i bid adieu to teardrops
and waved heartache goodbye
instead i sit here smiling
happy all the time
watching the clock's countdown
so i can get what's mine
wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker
pour it out, pour it on
til my skin gets thicker
wave your thoughts inside my troubles
break the law, ignore my flaws
let's play some mind-fuc k doubles | |
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| shivered my splinters
Posted: 2/1/2007 9:34:05 PM | lets lets lets lets lest we forget lets
let the monkeys out
unlock their cages and let them run about
freaky little mothers
knit picking the remnants of my sleeping head
spreading their lies of totalitarian rule
but I'm no fool
I got the key ,I can lock them away
lure them with the pied piper lyria
BACK TO YOUR HOLE PRIMATE
until we mate again
bets bets bets bets best we forget about bets
bet the buggers bite
unfurl their rages in animistic shouts
streaking little fukkers
shyt kicking to splinters everything I said
shedding the lines of this conscious fool
and I know the rules
when I'm not me ,they get to play
amused by the rhythmic hysteria
then back to your hole primate
cause I'm awake again | |
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| shivered my splinters
Posted: 2/1/2007 10:04:58 PM | Wide awake
There’s no way to fake
This connection with you
Wondering what I’ll do
When you’re through with me
Toss me and turn me
Around
Wondering what you’ll do with me
Now that you found
Your way around
My defenses
No pretenses
Kick back the pillows
Its talk time.
Wide awake
No way to fake
This connection of mine
With you. | |
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| well, shiver me timbers and splinter my mind!
Posted: 2/4/2007 7:17:28 PM | ok, it's not all imagined
or real, or undefined
it's not everlasting
or a minute away from fine
those pesky little monkey's
they took away my words
they mixed them up and made them
sound so damn absurd
they tore out all the adjectives
i used to use so well
then tore apart my crown of quills
and tried to tale my tell
distortion at it's finest
ammunition from my pen
i'll shoot those spit-fire monkey's
til i'm sane once again | |
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| I tole you so
Posted: 2/5/2007 8:59:33 PM | whats insane and more than likely is to blame
is the juice ,the fuels a curse and even worse
it never tastes the same its all just a game
Ya Think ?
I don't ,it takes too much time
I just let it all fly by ,don't even bat an eye
I only notice the clips and phrases and try to describe
The insanity of humanity as history records its lies
and I think it would be alright if we never looked at the big picture
then it might be OK to say its gonna be a good day and that's OK with me
well its three AM and I'm awake again
a fleeting muse escapes too quickly to relate
its a waste but it happens all the the same | |
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| i shoulda lissened
Posted: 2/6/2007 6:02:06 PM | when the rains come
and flush out our sinful ways
remember the name i seized
and all my shameful days
i won't run away
with my back to the things i used to know
i'll only walk and wave goodbye
because, it's true, you tole me so
...................................
the painful past doesn't hurt today
the way it did before
i can't hear his footsteps
outside of my bedroom door
i don't smell him in my shower
when i'm most willing to be hurt
i never glance into the mirror
just to see his face behind his shirts
he's gone
gone away
waiting for me, i know
but for this precious moment,
he's fukking gone
......................
warren zevon....you should get some of his music and take a listen
real good chit, man | |
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| somebody is
Posted: 2/7/2007 11:14:37 PM | way ahead of you Carmalita!!!! Warrens a freak aahhhhooooo
someones passing me off
and I don't like it
they been trashing my trimmings
saying I've lost the key to the cages
and don't even give a bone
well don't rattle my bars
till you clean a room of your own
I'm really insulted by this
down right bruised
and not a bit amused
if you want venom
you got it
by the pound and cup
won't ever give up
but lets keep it platonic
no ebonics or spell checks
just creatively chaotic and otherwise idiotic
yet primarily poetic
is it a bet ? letssssss
BTW check out Jewel ,Good Day | |
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| somebody is watching
Posted: 2/8/2007 7:46:50 PM | looking right through
the glass that i found
imported by memories
i buried underground
incising the matters
that matter the least
and feeding the need
of the lowliest beast
we're all better than best
and sorrier than shit
when we've beaten the game
or been fukked up by it
why take out our worries
on the happening-by's
when we're ever-so-clever
behind our disguise
still salting the wounds
of a lover's done deed
refueling on caffeine
til the want turns to greed
excited by moments
that happen too fast
and sit wondering why
they never could last
when i said i loved him
he told me the same
at least til i found him
playing my game
then, i knew his secret
and shouted it out
so everyone knows
what he's all about
(goddamn this sucks ass, huh?)
.......................
love me some Jewel,
she's the absolute
hippie-dye-do bomb booya... | |
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| everybody should be watching these damn tricks
Posted: 2/8/2007 8:18:36 PM | i should be blushing
but, i'm not that one
i tied up poor Jesus
and juked him for fun
i crawled from the pub
about half past four
and lost my left shoe
when the fukks slammed the door
i figured it out
why i need these damn lines
to say all the things
i have stuck in my mind
they unclench the fists
of my demonic friends
and put in the points
when i'm lost round the bend
they say all the things
i've been meaning to scream
worst of all, they know
who i am in my dreams
they smell my delusion
and say that it's cool
only i know they know
that i'm just a fool
believing in words
written by lies
and tearing out pages
that burn up my eyes
///////
and thank you for that.....
there's no blushing emoticon doflunky, so just know
yeah, you know | |
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| get this
Posted: 2/8/2007 9:06:37 PM | empty spaces
by lifehouse
dammit, i love these guys
and it goes:::::
too late to hide
and too tired to care
take what you've learned
and forget the rest
take what you see
of what's left of me
you know where I've been
and I don't want to go there again
you're beautiful
you're confusing
you're illogical
you're amazing
and I've seen the world
it's overrated
until you're everything
I have nothing
but an empty space
I've been down
this road before
all that I've found
points me right back to you
and I've watch you move
from down below
where do I go from here
I guess I'll find out as I go
you're beautiful
you're confusing
you're illogical
you're amazing
and I've seen the world
it's overrated
until you're everything
I have nothing
but an empty space
you're beautiful
you're confusing
you're illogical
you're amazing
and I've seen the world
it's overrated
until you're everything
I have nothing
until you're everything
I have nothing
but an empty space | |
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| got it
Posted: 2/9/2007 12:20:30 PM | The Day.
wind blew the snow furiously as to become wicked
it was haunting yet frightfully beautiful
at its height terrifying
it reminded me how I first felt about you
being so physically desirable
encouraging emotional wistfulness
then you spoke ,a shy throaty whisper directed at me
it found me ,intrigued and moved to the point of intoxication
I declined to imbibe at that present time
yours being occupied by a need to decide
The Dream.
thoughts flowed in multi-colored layers revealing itself euphoric
remembrances and inaccuracies cloud the dream in gossamer
a fantasy reveals itself familiar
I meet the day ,images still fresh in my waking mind
seeking substance in a single bed
inspiring me to make you my new reality
and then I woke to your glowing warm form right beside me
and you joined me ,erotic and endearing to the point of all imagination | |
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| got it
Posted: 2/9/2007 12:58:08 PM | | That was beautiful lyriclove. You and Shadow have some great back and forth writes in here. | |
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| got it right where i want it..
Posted: 2/11/2007 8:38:04 PM | it's right there, taking up space
behind the liquor in my old black case
that's where i keep this heart of mine
just in case it gets outta line
feeding it scraps from the empty of me
cuz i've got no time for fairy tale freaks
i know there's never a rainbow at the bitter end
and there's no such thing as "bestest of friends"
so i'll pick up my old building blocks, clean off all my shelves
put my heart where it belongs, on ice with all my selves
locked down in the deep freeze, waiting for the day
that someone shows up who knows how to melt the ice away | |
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| got it right where i want it..
Posted: 2/11/2007 9:24:57 PM | I feel the best place for my heart
is here inside my self
so as to guard from fateful falls
suspended in hyper shelf
I'll let it read and watch tv
mostly cartoon comedy
I'll keep it off dramatic slop
don't want to torture me
My heart works good with children
workmates, neighbours and dogs
its subculture pair bonding
bumps develop on logs
I can't trust my heart to be left in a room
adrift of guidance in surrounding gloom
cold and alone encased in ice
so to be vulnerable to any advice
Anything to get away from itself
tearing out walls that support its shelf
cross reference medical text if you fear
symptoms developed over the years
My heart is hidden up my sleeve
so in private it can grieve
time for precious pressure release
no need to call sanity police
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| right between the thighs
Posted: 2/12/2007 5:44:34 PM | I dreamed ...........
...................again
of me and you in a secret garden of sin
I try .........
................pretend
its my over active imagination
playing tricks on my frustration
with pig tail hair and school girl skirts
making me hard till the hardness hurts
well I know my mind and it ain't leaving
I saw the prize and I'm believing
that the girl I know lives down the road
dreams of me in her all night shows
I make her squirm on the edge of a chair
twirl her fingers in her long blond hair
and there's just one more thing that I got to say
that I'm gonna be there on her special day
and I don't care if her lips are bruised
by some unfeeling virus that makes me choose
where to kiss my Princess to chase away her blues
cause no matter what she gives me I can not lose
I dreamed ...............
...............again
of me and you in a secret garden of sin | |
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| right between the thighs
Posted: 2/14/2007 12:53:47 PM | Running by dropping off bouquets on valentines days
On this valentines day
I really just wanted to say
I have enjoyed meeting the poets here
To my favorite sweet men, cheer!
I’d send a rose, but I only got two
And I gave them both away long ago, true
So, I’ll make a silly rhyme
To tell you one more time
I appreciate the brothers I have found
In this poetic formation around
The POF Poetry Pond.
To you all I respond..
Thank you for your warmth and honesty
Thank you for being so free
With your hearts and souls
Sharing that beautiful elusive quality
In each piece of prose or silly ditty
That make you all such sweet men,
But then again
I am partial to a good poet.
I hope you all know it! | |
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