| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/28/2008 8:29:58 PM |
Those who mame and defame
Should look deeply from within
Well said. Seeing couples love and faith in one another being poisoned, as doubts are put in heads and horrors are heaped upon them, absolutely disgusts me.
Intertwining within the mesh
Another love in the targets of death
What twisted minds take joy in such
I think we've all seen far too much
I too have had my share of this
Envious hoards destroying bliss
Almost succeeded, your words did seep
You had me doubting, the lies cut deep
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/28/2008 8:43:19 PM | You had me doubting, the lies cut deep
From the nether comes these thoughts
Rest, relax and recoup dear soul
In the 'morrow we shall succeed
No more of this dreadful drip
It’s time to leave this cup of tea
On with life and love and friendships dear
We all make our own destiny | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3403 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/28/2008 8:47:21 PM | we all make our own destiny
until the first time I lay down to sleep
then she was with me; truth led the way
festering liars no longer could play
awakened now I look at whats done
these creatures are dark; not of the sun
scabrous reminders of unwholesome power
selfish their needs and deeds in this hour
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 12:10:03 AM | Selfish their needs and deeds of this hour
The truth lies within, so often they say
The truth that is found...what a price to pay
What is lost to find..will make one cower.
TRUTH be known, the heart it devours.
To find what is found, but what with to do?
What is to be held is none other than power
To find what what's searched for...that is in you. | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3405 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 12:18:36 AM | To find what what's searched for...that is in you.
To grace the halls of heaven in the hour of self awareness
Never having known the depth of one's own self
To be reborn in this new evolution
Every long breath that is a dream
Every last wish to be awakened
Each time I fall asleep
I awake to my new beginning | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 12:48:08 AM | I awake to my new beginning
Sleep renews in a most awesome way
Each day: a new start...to each start a new day
Old ways, new ways - both begin thinning
A block that is un-blocked (I find myself grinning)
Long awaited kinship that is so graciously found
From all sides of the world a "love" that is winning
Awakened senses that are no less than renowned. | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3407 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 12:58:56 AM | Awakened senses that are no less than renowned
Heightened passions screaming at every touch
My brain comes alive, my brain comes live
Power flows through me
I stand at the edge of reason, the edge of complex insanity
Do I turn myself over to you, to this?
Release myself to the energy that is me, that is you, that is us
I yield, I give, I submit, I feel everything | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3408 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 3:03:25 AM | I yield, I give, I submit, I feel everything
in the passions of the waterfall; I feel the tiny spring
in the flutter of the butterfly; I sense the dragons wing
in eternal darkness; I hear the demons sing
loathe the empty supplicants and trouble that they bring
when offered all and plenty they chase the golden ring
grasping earthen pleasures that seldom mean a thing
reaching into blackness and trouble this will bring
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3409 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 3:44:41 AM | Reaching into blackness and trouble this will bring
I stand firm in my resolve
Knowing how this will end it all
I take comfort in this solitary hope
Perform the ritual and say the words
One foot in front of the other
Never looking back, for Hades wins if I do
This time, it's finally over | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 9:41:56 AM | and yes we must make way for beauty
we must make way for peace
we must strive for new understanding
and old misunderstandings release
we must make room for the dancing
of ideas and ways that hold love
we must welcome the new dawn riding
on the waves of the stars bright above. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 10:45:35 AM | On the waves of the stars bright above
The ebon lad murdered my love
With his hard hitting hand in my view
and the lightning that made me subdue
On the syrupy waves of his crush
Tears flowed with an unyielding rush
On the waves of the stars burning bright
My love died with the end of the night. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 11:53:30 AM | My love died with the end of the night.
Screams of pain succumbed by fright.
Talons ripping of flesh with delight.
Taste of blood comes from every bite.
Now the creature has made the kill.
Formed maggots feast to a fill.
As the corpse begins to decay.
Skull and bones pretend to pray. | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3415 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 12:01:56 PM | Skull and bones pretend to pray
Jolly Roger's in the bay
Drinking, wenching, sailors' lives
Scurvy, plague rats, filthy dives
Passing trade, blowing gales
Jolly Roger's setting sails
Drinking, wenching, sailors gone
Sailing to the coming dawn | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 12:21:30 PM | Sailing to the coming dawn
Amidst the fog an evil one
Thunder crashes waves of sea
A pirate ship or two or three
Away the anchor yankee mate
Pillage plunder for booty's stake
Arrrggghhh the Captains sound reply
Look before ye...at that red sky | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3420 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 4:20:26 PM | You can make it twice as nice
Better than being alone
I cannot choose to be your one
But tonight I'm yours to own
Tomorrow dawns another day
But for now I'm yours to keep
Get what you can from me my love
I will leave you while you sleep | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 4:30:41 PM | I will leave you while you sleep
and when you wake tomorrow morn
lazily reach over with your arm
my side of bed has turned stone cold
No warmth is there to cuddle to
No deep surrounding tissue
A dream it was upon your bed
or was it all in your head? | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 4:31:13 PM | or was it all in your head?
Said the old lady to the mice
As she lay down upon the floor
To feed them bits of rice
We have all got to understand
World peace for animal and man
Gods green earth is turning gray
What comes now I cannot say | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3423 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 4:37:09 PM | What comes now I cannot say.
What have you done to me this day?
Were you faking that perfect smile?
Were you spewing out such bile?
"I guess we'll never know."
"I guess we'll never, no."
So move along to your new prey
While I sit here and waste away | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 5:25:48 PM | Without their underpants
Mermaids they will dance
Along the sea coast miles
Toothless fairies with their smiles
Every mans gift a fishers few
Across the mornings made of dew
While waking all the crew
Lawyers spit the fat and chew | |
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