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Posted: 11/6/2006 7:54:36 PM | with sum of the parts making the whole
we paste a few here, sew a few there
it doesn't matter how it looks in the end
as long as we put it together with flair
a pink pimp suit to match that hat
you bought at last year's bargain sale
all dressed up, let's take him out
and show him off to the prince of whales | |
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Posted: 11/6/2006 7:58:46 PM | show him off to the prince of whales
dressed in colourful setting sails
drinking quaffs of old pale ale
then drag is azz off ta jail for being stale
like the jokes he's trying to imply
with that wink and flicker in the eye
hittin on all the skirts that slide bye
as he sleeps it off you will hear soft cries. | |
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Posted: 11/6/2006 8:05:14 PM | you will hear soft cries, in the dead of night
watch for him, wait...he's on the right
she takes no notice of the shadows as they pass
she's much too concerned with her mirrored glass
he steps in closer, his hands about to touch
he's trembling, shaking, he wants her so much
just as he closes in on this most precious prize
his dream comes tumbling down, he opens up his eyes | |
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Posted: 11/6/2006 8:27:41 PM | tumbling down ,he opens his eyes
to witness concrete and glass
and very much to his surprise
visions and flashbacks of shadows ass
how can that be quickly explained
when its hurtling too fast to see
and I'm quantified to be touchingly trained
to point out the ground is rushing at me | |
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Posted: 11/6/2006 8:28:11 PM | tumbling down, he opens up his eyes
not able to hear his own muffled cries
the grass is wet and slick to the touch
he slides so fast he can't see much
just in time to twist and miss a tree
the crowds still cheering what they see
skies are spinning like a choppers fins
it was entertaining but someone else wins. | |
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Posted: 11/6/2006 10:14:51 PM | it was entertaining but someone else wins.
the jackpot each time, she depends
so much on those winnings to justify her play
when she comes to this place same time each day
To sit at the slots in her disposable diaper
With the one armed monster inheritance wiper
Machine her only companion these days.
they won't extend her credit anyways
And her kids have cut her off, staged an intervention!
Who’s stupid invention
Was that? They could have just come
To visit once in a while
Made her smile,
Or feel alive and worth something more
Maybe then she’d have someone to stay home for | |
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 257 | |
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Posted: 11/6/2006 10:22:08 PM | Maybe then she'd have someone to stay home for
settle that score
justify her life
make it ripe
with opportunity
to give of herself
and recieve of the other
quit distorting things
to be discovered
it's not THAT hard
to figure out
what needs to be done
it just takes clout
fly over tomorrow
wait for today
live in the past
to see whats in
the hay
maybe thistles
and weeds
but thats o.k.
because that's why
we have the distinction
mechanism | |
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Posted: 11/6/2006 10:37:58 PM | we have the distinction
mechanism..You ever tried to rhyme with that?
Beconism? Like one who becons realities in?
OK is it a sin
to invent a word
to keep a rhyme
on time?
Reconism..one who recons too late
that they knew
what to do
all along..but they hesetate?
Heckinism...One who gives up Aw heck!
Not playing with a full deck
anyway, what do ya say
anyway to make this play
with the right word
more absurd
than it is? | |
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MiTURN
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 259 | |
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Posted: 11/6/2006 10:47:33 PM | more absurd than it is
absurdish
beturdish
just down right unheardofish
yes it kinda is senselessish
just benchless defenceless prudish squeamish
holy towelly fowly capowey
singing the tune in the fortunes from rafters
of barn owls and cats that see in the dark afters
way over there by the far side of the field
some thing is stolen so i'll have to just wield
some hocus pocus or something like that
to get my self to bed before i turn into a bat
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Posted: 11/6/2006 10:52:09 PM | to get my self to bed before i turn into a bat
Oh ya I'll drink to that!
Too late at night for this owls good
Morning comes early as it really should
so goodnight to all and thanks for the fun
sweet dreams and resties till dreamtime is done
gawald and goulashes all out in the rain
till I see you all in the rhyming again. | |
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Posted: 11/7/2006 2:07:51 AM | Till I see you all in the rhyming again,
and you know it will be another day that has began.
So much to do today,
and not alot of time to play.
Horse from the rain,
and maybe a little pain.
I will work it out,
and know thats what its all about. | |
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Posted: 11/7/2006 9:28:07 AM | know thats what its all about
go and sweep your mind of doubt
stand up and make a shout
fish for rainbow trout
then ...
after the fast fry frolics with friends
you can slip one out just to send me
a tasty treat as good as exstacy | |
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Posted: 11/7/2006 7:31:45 PM | a tasty treat as good as exstacy
slip that smile on just for me
show me ways to set it free
inside this lie i pretend to be
find me in your fantasy
look past the smoke and mirrors
know that girl we all see?
she's crying, can you hear her? | |
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Posted: 11/7/2006 7:56:52 PM | she's crying, can you hear her?
ah , she can wait for the whistle.
the game's just too close
I gave her a water pistol
she probably got it in her eye
yea right , that's not that cry
she just alone and want you there
she needs to know your really care | |
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Posted: 11/7/2006 8:09:59 PM | she needs to know you really care
about the way she does her hair
and the cream she puts on at night
to make her look outta sight
she needs, she needs,
those demons she feeds
when the pen runs out
of the ink it bleeds | |
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Posted: 11/7/2006 8:22:59 PM | the ink it bleeds gets all over the place
fingers cloths hair and face
on the desk and even the floor
that bloody ink's going back to the store
I tried to write you a love inspired note
instead it looks like a leaky boat
with broken oars and rudder asque
I guess its hopeless this dream of two | |
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MiTURN
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 267 | |
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Posted: 11/7/2006 8:32:54 PM | i guess its hopeless this dream of two pickles
that try to make saurkraut with a couple o nickles
that i don't have to rub together
thats why i wear plastic instead of leather
saves on the hide... but it won't break down
pretty soon recycling will build a town
through in some hemp it grows pretty fast
and i understand it can really last | |
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Posted: 11/7/2006 8:32:57 PM | I guess its hopeless this dream of two
you for me and me for you
sowing the seeds we planted this spring
spying kittens with mittens playing with string
that leaky boat is all right, all right
made it all better, sealed up tight
when being alone is better than tied
it's time, it's time to take that ride | |
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Posted: 11/7/2006 8:43:53 PM | it's time, it's time to take that ride and i understand it can really last
in my mind, in my mind I can fake the slide and why demand that can so fast
for a dime just a dime you can get enough time to go to the bank for some cash
you find, you find a sign in hand set tuff rhyming like so with thanks for a bash
now sleep is calling out to us
the covers are all rolled back
I feel a need to lead you on
before we head for the sack | |
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Posted: 11/7/2006 8:49:35 PM | before we head for the sack
let's take a minute to reflect
on all the things we say and do
see our world in retrospect
those covers didn't unroll themselves
the time has come for sleeping dreams
in here we'll find all we need
not walking on our balance beams | |
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Posted: 11/7/2006 10:07:06 PM | not walking on our balance beams
because we're afraid of a splinter
forgot to sand it down it seems
and now he's gone for the winter
No hope of getting that beam smoothed out now
we'll have to figure it, work it out somehow
But if I look around it seems,
I may end up walking upon moonbeams | |
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Posted: 11/8/2006 7:16:12 AM | I may end up walking upon moonbeams
until those rains return
with star smothering clouds and lightning shrouds
for peace i'll surely yearn
Though as this evening saunters on
my will forgets those pasts
its easy to hum or whistle while I walk
trails that seem to last | |
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MiTURN
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 273 | |
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Posted: 11/8/2006 8:51:09 AM | hum or whistle while i walk
trails that seem to last and last
into this...this blue sky day
slow for now but may turn fast
let my mind alone and dance
the rivers gurgles under pance
feel the breeze come up so sweet
guiltless.... free...to move my feet | |
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Posted: 11/8/2006 10:28:25 AM | guiltless.... free...to move my feet
I walk up and down your back
Digging toes in where muscles meet
Getting knots to relax
Release all the tension held here
From eternity till now
Blueprint of past experience clear
Let loose if you’ll allow
Experience to move to thought
And then to tears somehow
Washing away the tension caught
In the past of the now
Sore muscles, bone and flesh
You know what that’s about
Where pain and pleasure mesh
My nimble feet will work them out | |
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Posted: 11/8/2006 12:01:15 PM | My nimble feet will work them out
all those kinks and blister makers
I'm thinking socks will help for now
as I walk around with the undertaker
surveying plots that need not change
but may need steady maintanence
I compile my charges accordingly
with consideration to pain spent | |
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