| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/1/2008 6:34:42 PM | he always was the master, of the writing of your prose
you always did know better, of going the way the wind blows
he always tilted sideways, to get a better view
walking in step beside, behind that side of you
we knew the story before we got started, we cannot tell a lie
you knew the way this was going, baby so did i
a few thrusts in the dark are all we knew, that's why we were needed
now maybe we can sit and talk, while the lust goes by unheeded | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/1/2008 6:47:45 PM | while the lust goes by unheeded
raging whores (like mable?) needed?
innocence feigned with a poisoned crotch
me thinketh the lady protesteth too much?
petticoats swirl and lace is rustling
while on others men she's muscling
poor old mable, bloated tart
its good she'll make another start | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/1/2008 7:06:03 PM | it's good she'll make another start
while better women have fallen apart
take a few blue pills, my dear
there's no need to feign the lust in here
the thoughts were broken long ago
while the brain's been wading in waste
listening to shit that flows and flows
better than me have come to taste | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/1/2008 7:26:35 PM | better than me have come to taste
of this vast an open waste land
where the God's have changed our plans
making unfirm the ground we stand
Upside down turns it all
till they had yo build a wall
separate this one form that
Will we ever get it back? | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/2/2008 12:21:28 AM | shared between you two,
is love, seen, felt, known
the trust, the sacred moment, the deepest longing
crying out as though it yearned to spread to all
Sharing this together,
is bliss beyond bliss
treasure what you have
hold it, feel it, take it as far as it will go | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 7:00:15 AM | hold it, feel it, take it as far as it will go
scold it, heal it, make a star in the mountain snow
touch me deep inside my love
with velvet glove, a push and shove
stubb your toes on runny nose as those windows close
the world no longer looking in, we spin and weave
breathe the same air as if to dare it to be one
in time you and I will find that euphoric sum | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/2/2008 7:15:34 AM | in time you and I will find that euphoric sum
time and time again you will find, it will cum
to hold the twilight on the top of your bum
time to squiggle and squaggle for all of your rum
mixed like a****ail till you feel it in your tum...lol | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/2/2008 7:19:44 AM | ooops!
ok
in time you and I
will find that euphoric sum
time and time again
you will find it , it will cum
to hold the twilight at the top of your bum
time to sqwuiggle and squaggle
for all of your rum...
mixed like a****tail till you feel it in your tum...lol | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/2/2008 8:54:59 AM | mixed like a ccoktail til you feel it in your tum
I pour the words out one by one
bartender get me another!
and so, I oblige
May I light your cigarette?
Which channel are you watching?
No games on today,
So we sit in silence, our thoughts our own | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/2/2008 9:29:42 AM | So we sit in silence, our thoughts our own
not daring to share, our cover not blown
keeping it silent, the voice of the land
no limit to censorship, do you not understand?
If C-10 is passed then the "moral-less minority"
become the voice of the hidden authority
we'll loose our art, our film and our voice
at this point in time, we STILL have a choice! | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/2/2008 9:52:45 AM | at this point in time we still have a choice to simplify
we have gone awry
and no one can project where this will end
now progress will be to mend, amend
lend nature a hand to heal
we balance on the edge of a spinning wheel
going downhill reaching level land must be an act of will
if we are to remain then we must kneel
edit: my apologies, forgot I was in stanzas | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/2/2008 11:31:12 AM | if we are to remain then we must kneel
pants to the knees and ready to squeel
thwack on the left and then on the right
multiples of ten until you don't fight
corporal punishment is still in the room
demanding attention with thunderous boom
if we want to be part of this play day affair
come over in leather with no underwear | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/2/2008 12:58:11 PM | stripped running...
corporate cunning
mind control police
spy satellites cease
to function
malfunction
we've reached the junction
to another world view
so what else is new?
Maybe the Mayans know
where we need to go
when everything changes
the earth re-arranges
our destiny.
SO we wait and see
where this next world will take us now
watch it unfold anyhow. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/2/2008 2:14:41 PM |
watch it unfold anyhow the next world will bow-wow wether I will attend or not
make amend pay my dues or fine tune my feather
fend the hat of ole jack sprat candle stick or rick rack obama or dali lama
chitti chitty bang bang clint n' hamma
--I'm jus tryin to keep my head around the big fat cat layin out the cards, I don't do poker, all I want to do is laugh at the monkey
hangin in the tree, eatin a banana lookin at me, scratchin his head...wondering "where these peeps at... what will they do when there is no misery" ? | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/2/2008 4:24:29 PM | hangin in the tree, eatin a banana lookin at me,
scratchin his head...wondering "where these peeps at...
what will they do when there is no misery" ?
And no McDonalds that keeps fat
people going and the XL industry showing
that way to self medicate will not alleviate
heart attacks and knee replacements growing
And we justify global warming as we all deviate. | |
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