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Posted: 3/3/2008 12:00:56 PM | The only one who has to live with it is you
Don’t forget about our children
Our skies used to be such a bright blue
And smog was only a notion
Ozones layers, polar caps divine
Are diminishing as we speak
Tree-huggers abound and speak in rhythm
Arousing our interests, their story is bleak | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/3/2008 12:17:40 PM | arousing our interests, their story is bleak
a catastrophe, human philosophy weak
mother earth raped not sown
intolerance and degradation grown
the populous watching the latest news
picking and choosing between the views
while the new generations hides from the sight
our generation created their plight | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/3/2008 3:59:30 PM | Our generation created their plight
Through fast living and booze infused might
Make a joke if you will but it don't make it right
Sing hush a bye baby to your baby at night
Perhaps maybe next time in the clarity of light
You will then find the path through the brambles and blight
If the course that you choose leaves the rest out of sight
Then maybe just maybe you fought the good fight | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3504 | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/3/2008 5:48:55 PM | plant that seed .... in the minds of our youth
don't leave them to ponder what to do, give them the tools
to try to undo, what to them ... has been done
this generation has the ability to stay linked together
Our generation did that for them so let's not beat ourselves up to bad
this started too long ago to lay blame
in the world of plenty we are all the same
doesn't excuse the fact .... it's time for a change ... we must unite. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/3/2008 7:45:00 PM | doesn't excuse the fact .... it's time for a change ... we must unite.
Odds have been stacked....earth will rearrange...it's our birthright
to hold our true place...of patience and hope...we have the right
we're the human race...at the end of our rope..it's time to fight
for peace for us all...We need to get real...We need to stop war
Long past Edens fall... it is the best deal..been offered so far
Transform the hate here..Share knowledge and strength..know your own worth
Let go of the fear...go to any length...To help planet Earth. | |
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Posted: 3/3/2008 7:56:32 PM | we must unite she said at the bar
then led me out where she parked her car
I agreed it was time to split that club
as soon as my butt felt her rub
So off we went as fast as the wind
driving out where new life begins
the desert sky that night was aglow
when we got there the driving go slow
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To help planet Earth we shut off the car
without any power we didn`t go far
rolling to a stop it felt like the time
united together we left the white line
Walked in the sands for what seemed like days
holding hands within a sparkling gaze
now was the only time that could be
united we can master eternity | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3511 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/3/2008 8:31:04 PM | United we can master eternity
but how can we come together in unity
open minds, closed minds
society like rotten rinds
Instead we fight the fight alone
stubbornness, set in stone
People stuck in patterns, Dogma
Doomed to repeat cycles, Karma | |
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Posted: 3/3/2008 8:55:58 PM | Doomed to repeat cycles, Karma
When uncle harry was asleep
The time to fly out of your chair
Where was I five minutes ago?
Take the last thing I said
See me come in from work
The whole pattern appears
Someone said something...once | |
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Posted: 3/3/2008 9:21:15 PM | Someone said something...once
It was quite wise and noble
But no one remembered what
The someone stood no chance
Exhausted thoughts are bound to happen
On the net or in the nether
We are, by choice, a creative lot
Full or spit and vinegar! | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/3/2008 10:17:09 PM | (no apologizes needed...airhead did just fine!!)
shape of some sort
slowly morphing into a thought
an idea, a question
enabling us to see a picture
in our mind's eye
the wonders of the word
amazes me, excites me
often leaves me breathless
music comes from silver tongues | |
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Posted: 3/3/2008 10:51:17 PM | Music comes from silver tongues
Whispered through silkened winds
Beneath the breath not often heard
Abruptly deadened by a silent drum
Reach deep inside the singers soul
One word uttered slips into your mind
Instantly musters a content heartbeat
A plea from devine fruits of laboured love | |
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Posted: 3/3/2008 11:53:44 PM | A plea from divine fruits of labored love
'Labored Love' well that's no lie
given wings we all could fly
believe in truth and not a lie
Tomorrow's child will sort it out ... she'll live in the bowels of mother Earth
this is home to the hims and hers that are to come
Say it's your soul ... alive again .... in the body then
Reading this verse flying in the wind .... deja vu | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 6:19:46 AM | as we must, we go on, strive forward to a new day
overcoming hopelessness and death, searching for a new way
after the bombs have fallen, there's always the rubble to clear
after the fight has been lost, we pack up our sadness and fear
after the cancer has claimed him, nd the body returned back to dust
after the pain is forgotten, life goes on again for it must
Love cannot be forgotten, and memories linger past life
Serenity won't stay long buried, under the struggle and strife. | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 9:10:30 AM | Serenity won't stay long buried, under the struggle and strife!
That's right if your Living Life
Put the pains to past
take a full hard grasp
Living Life for Today not yesterday
Bring in a song of Joy
Make Living Life your favorite Toy
BELIEVE!!, What you want for your Heart to see..... | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 11:44:49 AM | BELIEVE!!, What you want for your Heart to see
RECIEVE!!, What the universe offers to thee
Stand in the flow of acceptance each day
and no acts of misfortion can come your way.
Be the very best that your soul can shine
Stand in your truth and act from Divine
Care for each other and honour your best
and know that Creation will take care of the rest. | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 12:56:38 PM | know that Creation will take care of the rest
so throw that bucket of paint on the wall
bounce that ball across the mess
dress as if you don't really care about looks
some crazy fool took from a book
as you shook the last remnant from the brush
don't rush to call it finished
stand back and recognize the invitation | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 1:11:47 PM | stand back and recognize the invitation
get ready for the initiation
you have won a BRAN NEW PRIZE!!!
reality shows that we all despise
but can't help watching to see the greed
and the lengths folks will go to supersede
and win anything from a rats nest to a car
it's really amazing to see just how far
someone will go for that competitive edge
What lies they will tell, what dirt they will dredge
and splatter it all across news at nine
everyone’s having such a darned good time
laughing at others misfortune and woe
all in the name of a sponsored new show
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