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Posted: 3/5/2008 11:05:44 PM | Now if only we knew how to let the hate go
We'd be asking Jesus to hire us a 'ho-e?
So crazy it becomes when we all want to create
Just ask how Dubbya used a world to maturbate
There's nothing profound in much of what is said
It's in the deeds of those whose lives have fled
The white man can't teach a kid to quit being a martyr
Anymore than the red man's tribes survived their slaughter | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 2:13:33 AM | anymore than the red mans tribes survived the slaughter
long hair cut and religion altered
caw of the raven, midnights daughter
their path was true, but since been faultered
mother earth and father sky
white buffalo and horned owl
spirit lives, culture dies
reservations are confinations of wolfs howl. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 2:29:54 AM | reservations are confications of wolfs howl
bled upon soceity's ample crying towel
wolves lurk in forest city created
misunderstood and always hated.
In nature is but natural law
Wolves an' Owls prey upon saw
'Tis the lawless suited and such ilk
Irritated that from society milk. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 3:55:20 AM | irritated from society milk
tainted liquid of nourshment
soured by greed
sickens all who drink
world is out of balance
no thought for the future
natives action reflects thier law
how will it effect the seventh generation forth | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 6:32:05 AM | The seventh generation forth,
decided that they'd all head North,
while generations six and seven,
Southwards went, in hopes of heaven.
Generations four and three,
went East and West, respectively.
Further went both first and second,
to opposite poles where frostbite beckoned. | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3581 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 6:52:40 AM | To opposite poles where frostbite beckoned
our love slid further away
stretching the limits of our strained relationship
It is over
I head towards the warmth now
leaving behind the cold and lonliness
finding love and friendship
finding the joys of the sun | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 7:50:47 AM | finding the joys of the sun
available free to everyone
weak wintered disc breaking through
full red summered ball toasting you
sunrise promises taken lightly
sunset collecting starlight nightly
joys of the sun dissolving sorrow
promises of renewal for tomorrow | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 10:41:55 AM | Promises of renewal for tomorrow
There is no promise on time that is borrowed
So follow me down to the land of the lost
Where illusion reigns and time it is lost
Do what feels good, temporarily smile
Go with the flow, unaware all the while
of actions and reactions - price to be paid
Throwing quilt upon quilt on the bed that is made. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 11:07:24 AM | Throwing quilt upon quilt on the bed that is made
Knowing that the volunteers won't ever get laid
What started as free souls becomes a vacuum
Hidden cold boxes being sent to the back room
Today is what you have no matter your belief
Feel it fully and satiate your appetite to its relief
I loved a man who went to Iraq
He lost his mind before he came back | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 11:28:54 AM | He lost his mind before he came back
The man behind the new eyes, familiar only with attack
And judgment, upon judgment to be made under fire
No shower, no sleep, their souls become tired
So they pray to their God, both civilian and solder
One moment of peace, in this world that is smoldered
Only love conquers hate, reguardless of creed
So much has gone wrong due to ill-planted seed. | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 3586 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 12:24:44 PM | So much has gone wrong due to ill-planted seed
Yet love lives in our garden beyond lifes greed
Relationships end for many reasons, seasons
Get me a hold on my heart as it is bleeding
Yank the steering wheel from my soul
Give me someone else to steer for awhile
If I ever get where I am going soon
Please just give my torn heart room! | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 1:22:50 PM | Please just give my torn heart room!
For it will flower into full bloom
The birds and bees will be here soon
My shadow is long for it is high noon
I cannot say what will come today
But it is true I will hope and pray
My heart is filled with love and passion
I promise myself It will never go crashin | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 1:59:18 PM | I promise myself it will never go crashin'
For cryin' out loud, where's the socks that are matchin'
One short, one long, one blue, one black
My dryer, i fear, is under attack
So I'll put on one short with a long one I reckon'
And hope when I cross my legs, odd looks i won't beckon
The sock monster I'll find and with my sawed-off I'll shoot
I wonder if he knows the boogyman - I hope they're not in cahoots!! | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3589 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 2:10:05 PM | I wonder if he knows the boogeyman - I hope they're not in cahoots!
This monster who stole my love from me.
He preys on married women
Loves them, steals them, leaves them.
Lying in a pit of despair
Unable to come back to the ones
Who were always there for them
Trusting, loving, believing, unknowing | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 2:35:22 PM | Trusting, loving, believing, unknowing
Anger over ideas I've tried not to be showing
But upon reading things and ideas that were spoken
Some should find other reasoning behind their "house" that is "broken"
To want another's man was never my case
But seems the intelligent, pretty girlz are the ones you love to chase..........away
Is this a threat? Of peace you write, but do u have?
To outwardly question my character....address me...take a stab.
Messages sent professing your apologies for your friends.
But your truly mischevious energies will return to you in the end.... | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3591 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 3:51:22 PM | But your truly mischevious energies will return to you in the end....
said the elvish man to the smallest troll; as if this could portend
confusion in the faerie dell; where truly none could 'ere pretend
that dragonflies and cold fruit pies were the best to send
the leprechuan; as they do; was wishing for some gold
while wherry lights; oh so bright; were beacons for the bold
innocence was bartered for truth was never sold
most adepts fondly kept, the promises of old
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 4:11:12 PM | Most adepts fondly kept, the promises of old
Now grandfather used to complain of always being cold
But when he was warmed by a shot or two of Scotch
This old man could tell you the best stories ever told
I think back to those days quite often and quite fond
It was the Grandfather grandson man to man bond
I remember he told me someday I too will be old
Work hard help strangers it'll make your heart gold | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 4:40:44 PM | But your truly mischievous energies will return to you in the end
Karma's the NASCAR **** bull who'll send your arse to ascend
Mid-air you'll fly for all that you've done
Soiled breaths you'll take as your feet try to run
Your conscience's calling card is yelling your name
People that get hurt point their fingers to blame
As you tuck your child into bed and turn out the light
Remember, one day... it'll be her turn to meet men of flight | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 4:45:08 PM |
oops timing was off
Work hard help strangers it'll make your heart gold
Remember if they don't ask their harsh words will be bold
Many don't want your help, in fact don't need it
Who tribes of people are killed forced fed, bit by bit
Legends of lore and long ago
Remain today as though the tides don't flow
Lift your whiskey up and inhale the fumes
There's a lady awaiting... her legs reek of men's perfume
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3595 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 4:48:37 PM | Work hard help strangers it'll make your heart gold
the samaritan said until he was told
in far off days when knights were bold
dont stand below a tower if shes got a cold
for phlegmy bits upon her tits add a greenish tinge
coughing hack from massive rack makes me want to cringe
bottom burbs can be worse when they stain the sheet
quiter nose as I repose leaves me more complete
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Posted: 3/6/2008 6:39:32 PM | Quieter nose as I repose
leaves me more complete
without a snore I get much more
to make me feel replete.
When I turn I make him burn
with my passionate friction
if you believe I'll have to leave
my posts are mostly fiction. | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 7:55:34 PM | How about give it a try?
Rhyme and not worry why
There is no challenge of the poet without
Place your pen to paper and give it a shout
If there's no rhyme for reason
Would be no different than treason
The skin that outlines your body and soul
Asks that your lend your mind to give it a roll | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3599 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 7:56:28 PM | Asks that your lend your mind to give it a roll
The world is empty, my words fill the hole
Drifting afar, along this stream of thought
Priceless poetry, it cannot be bought
My friend you beat me, straight to the punch
So I now must search for words on a hunch
That next time I post you'll be right there beside me
Learning, teaching, helping to guide me | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 8:01:25 PM | Learning, teaching, helping to guide me
that succubus who learned all the right skills
i turned into someone from deep inside me
that pleasure mongering feline goes in for the kill
she's killing me softly, wanting the wait
i can take it no more, i must leave this place
she's doing things with my body i need
but the fulfillment is more than a physical greed | |
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