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Posted: 2/27/2008 12:44:07 PM | Wonder... enough to capture our souls...together
the spirit of friendship made whole
by two separate identities
respecting each other for who you are
love is just one of the keys to the wandering mistrals
of thoughts and directions two can explore together
it’s not compromising whom you are inside
that puts the final layer on an already perfect package. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/27/2008 12:49:16 PM | That puts the final layer on an already perfect package
of wonder, wonder, who wrote the book of LOVE
Who gave Eve & Adam
Wonder while wandering
Who, What, When, and Where
Why? There's no point
Everyone one Loves' differently
Oh, How I Love YOU!!! | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/27/2008 12:58:57 PM | Oh how I love you
my dream, my fantasy abounds
in how we met and where that freedom took us
down by the lake we sat and bared our souls
Oh how I love you
as if the winds brought you to me
in a lightening storm another world
I cannot fathom the sadness if we had never met at all. | |
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Posted: 2/27/2008 2:07:25 PM | I cannot fathom the sadness if we had never met at all
I'd bounce this rubber ball on that brick wall of madnees
jump and dodge the random moves with my glove ready
steady in the eye of this beholder of alternate grooves
Don't you know it behooves me to play that game alone
not waiting for the phone with hip hop ring tone to call me
dreamily thinking of the big league chances in the past
as so fast that bounce off the corner of a brick is retrieved | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/27/2008 6:27:21 PM | so fast that bounce off a corner of a brick retrieved
before the building could fall
the memories inside can be at ease and relieved
sentiment is valued 'bove all
the shadows of children playing can still be seen in their room
their toys remember them well
the swing in the back sways in remembrance 'neath the bright moon
joyfulness tries not to quell
their toys hold hands to pray for their passing
the cloud overhead looms at their massing
the tin soldier sheds a tear of his yearn
refusing to believe they'll never return
little doll suzy curses at the sky
wanting to know why they needed to die
the cloud overhead begs for forgiveness
knowing full well he needed not do this
the cloud overhead mushrooms from his grief, fully knowing
he was to blame for the children that fell
in shame, he slowly retreats into the wind that is blowing
leaving behind this wasteland of hell | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3381 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/27/2008 8:37:33 PM | leaving behind this wasteland of hell
from those who bay the night moon
disciples unmanned by all that is planned
conjunctions arriving too soon
innocent blood spread on the stone
lonely greed has such a price
leaders alone now forced to atone
reality can be so nice
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Posted: 2/27/2008 10:33:22 PM | and ne'er again be wanting
to feel the breath of another against my face
the warmth of the other’s body
will certainly change the pace
for to look into the other’s eyes
and see the depths within
is to see one’s own future go past
and smile with such a slight grin | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3384 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/28/2008 12:03:01 AM | and smile with such a slight grin
in knowledge only love can win
whilst hatred brings its own rewards
proclaimed by the ten of swords
wheel of fortune seldom lies
falling tower will emphasise
strictures held within the moon
justice will be coming soon
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Posted: 2/28/2008 12:16:06 AM | justice will be coming soon
just desserts for flaming plume
flight for days has left me drained
but seeing much, these eyes were trained
pictures filtered, truth now found
no need for another round
landed, I await my king
request he fly on swiftest wing | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 5:58:39 AM | fly on swiftest wing, get here any day
then just when i think you're real, baby, look away
turn sideways so i can see the real you
not the picture perfect image you introduced me to
real love, shmeal love, there's no such luck
when one woman, one man don't give a fuck
no one cares at the end of the walk
where sex is cheap and love's just talk | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/28/2008 6:14:02 AM | where sex is cheap and love's just talk
sex expires when love comes in
thrusting its hard truth within
MMM MMM MMM that's gonna feel good
Knowing his touch is feeling of Love
Honestly caressing my breasts he will
Not a word will be spoken
As we make Love in the tub, soak'n.... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/28/2008 6:15:14 AM | where sex is cheap and love's just talk
high heels and miniskirts walking the block
40 below so she gets in the car
breaking the rules never got her too far
He's on the road more time than he's home
It's shame that he feels, but hates to sleep alone
for twenty five bucks he can ease his release
for a hundred more he can have the whole piece.
too slow....
As we make Love in the tub, soak'n....
Laughing and giggling lovin' and jokin'
bubbles emerging with effervescence
sweet musky flavours and wondrous scents
playing with passion the tub sure gets hot
loving you with me in your arms I'm caught
rubbing me down with the depths of desire
after we snuggle up by the hearth fire.
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Posted: 2/28/2008 6:19:27 AM | we make Love in the tub, soak'n up the bubbles
toil, toil, tin foil for your troubles
he's made up his mind, he's leaving before
i turn into a witch, go bitch to the whore
he's saddened by my lack of respect
i warned him, darn him, of what to expect
when dating a living legend such as i
you never know just when i'll pass you on by
playin' catchup...
for a hundred more he can have the whole piece
keep what you catch, catch what you eat
this fishing hole is not for the faint
you're giving up time while i'm huffing the paint
ingesting the fumes put off by the whole
don't tell me you didn't mind all the rules
i know you know me better than i
i can't just sit and watch it go by | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 10:09:51 AM | i can't just sit and watch it go by
another day of pain, another of lies
yet anger can motive one
to take stock of self and get things done
i seek the words of the ones who are wise
to guide my spirit as it shies
words of forgivenss, altruism and compassion
should not be bestowed in limited ration | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 11:38:08 AM | should not be bestowed in limited ration
oh be still thy heart,
I know your true passion
For the one’s love to whom you have confessed
Blessed are the brightly hued skies
The colors seem to fade in the dark
Within the nether he is with me again
..and I pray this one is not just a lark | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 3:00:29 PM | And I pray this one is not just a lark
Looking for yet another hunger trail.
Another mission on which to embark:
But, understand, this "feeder" is not for sale.
Is that a Mockingbird I hear in the dark?
In trying to hear clearly, I pay hell.
If so, I may buy myself another round.
AHA! ..a helpful truth serum I have found! | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 3:15:27 PM | a helpful truth serum I have found!
lying around the dog pound
resounding depression in the eyes of the dogs
log dreams with ice cream frogs crying out for freedom
take me home to that country estate
bring me back to the suburban fence gate
berate me if you wish I'll still be happy
as long as I get my own water dish | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 3:40:42 PM | as long as I get my own water dish
dive to the bottom of the bowl
searching source of reality
Stare to long ... overlook it
All 5 working overtime
need guided reprieve
becoming one with pillow top
snuggle down surround so sound | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 3:52:47 PM | Snuggle down surround so sound
Time for rest, I think, maybe
But I wish to cuddle...where's my baby?
The truth comes back around
Another woman I believe he's found
Where's my shotgun, "he'll learn" i say..
One man's loss is another man's found
I, very well may visit jail today.. | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 4:01:06 PM | [So many writes on colors. So much GREEN]
visit jail today where there is no sound
the music of the night tho, homeward bound
tis rare the woman true to her man
when he's so much away in other lands
its true they have much time apart
but it suits them both fine so fling your darts
they're not the clinging types you see
solitude is 'required' by such as we | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 4:05:22 PM | solitude is 'required' by such as we
for those of us born at oceans knee
not expecting that such as you would ken
the things that separate boys from men
you gave it your best shot and almost won
but for memories shared and days in the sun
brought me back like the wind in the sails
you gave it your best shot yes, but you failed
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Posted: 2/28/2008 4:17:31 PM | ( Hi *salty*) 
you gave it your best shot yes, but you failed
now you are going to jail
when you pointed ... made your aim
should have crossed those hairs again
Because your aim is off baby
you were aiming for my heart
Hell, you didn't even start
to understand a damn thing ..... | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 7:22:01 PM | to understand a damn thing
is something i am unable to do
why are things the way they are
i dunno, let me ask you
i can't quite get my head around
all this confusion we call life
i guess it's best to just let it go
and not live it all in strife | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 8:04:48 PM | …and not live it all in strife
There is so much more to life!
Those who mame and defame
Should look deeply from within.
Wanting friends close by me
In my thoughts or in the flesh
Bring me back to my reality
Intertwining within the mesh | |
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