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Posted: 3/6/2008 8:13:47 PM | fulfillment is more than a physical greed
some may find its really a need
to watch them bleed all over the street
while children can't find enough to eat
beating the chest to show other nations
they don't go for western salvation
its tribal barbarism that rules these days
with graft and greed providing the haze | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 10:01:12 PM | suck ... one ... noodle.... at ..... a .... time
takes longer to get full that way
stab the fork in and twist it all about
Rollin Rollin Rollin
Keep those doggies rollin
What was the Disney show???
Lady and the Tramp ... that's right
Now, that was a sweet Love | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 10:36:31 PM | Now that was a sweet one... Rawhide
Cowboys moved the herd side-by-side
Greener pastures are a false front
Shooting a man over land like some runt
My friends have taught me more about life
To keep my mind open without drama or strife
I wish it were possible in the world of living Disneyfied color
The man took fairytales and robbed them of their historical & ethical palor | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3605 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 10:58:54 PM | The man took fairytales and robbed them of their historical & ethical palor
whilst crocodiles on hangliders, infected half the harbour
and flying purple people eaters; nasty as can be
took to pinching women; when they sat to pee
too much information now; you may not need to know
but the end result was piss holes in the snow
but green popsicles are popular; result was slightly plucky
if you ate them fast enough; you knew you were lucky
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Posted: 3/6/2008 11:07:40 PM |
The man took fairytales and robbed them of their historical & ethical palor
With well intentioned wisdom, heart-lost and found,
'mongst mundane play
He could believe me all the way
To forgotten found things ... to believe me, someday
Only thing is,
Though something so personal is hard to really fathom
I guess I give up and decidedly really live with'm in all his 'hath' mmmm
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3608 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/6/2008 11:17:03 PM | if you ate them fast enough; you knew you were lucky
like enjoying hot plum sauce upon a little ducky
I guess I give up and would really live with m an' hath m
like the little boy with batman there in gotham
really makes you wonder why he wore those tights
maybe they slid off real easy on the lucky nights
but the bishop and the actress slimed their little smile
called out to the altar boy; come in here a while | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 12:12:16 AM | called out to the little alter boy; come in here a while
don't be afraid
we are the spectrum of forgiveness
it will all be
forgiven, before you run away, let us pray... you do not find your 'own' way
come back and see how detached we are
you'll learn trepid strength, of temptation, fear and above all faith ,
eventually we will either submit you or commit you | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 2:04:56 AM | eventually we will either submit you or commit you
but if you tell anyone we bit you we might hit you
all that stuff about temptation is exaggeration
so remember your given station for education
he was a fast learner the boy, what a joy
much better than a clever toy to employ
he became the ideal lover, told his mother
can anyone find another | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 2:13:30 AM | Can anyone find another
Perhaps or mayhaps not
Those dreams I'm wont to slowly smother
Are all I've really got
And in the end the end is in
Over long before it ever starts
Pretend to mend without within
Despite the beat of broken hearts | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 2:32:42 AM | Despite the beat of broken hearts
The throb of useless veins
The pounding of discarded parts
The ache of disused brains
We still can find life's patches
To put us back once more
While searching here for matches
To share, 'Mais je t'adore.' | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 5:30:11 AM | To share, 'Mais je t'adore'
What does that mean?
What is love to me
may not be love to you at all
Interpretation .... Faulty Perception?
Have you ever taken time to look it up?
Or like me, you think you know the meaning
I'll go with interpretation number four | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3614 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/7/2008 6:57:23 AM | I'll go with interpretation number four
Since we all have a different point of view
I try to see them all from their side
But today, I'm just not there
My view, today, is selfish and spiteful
Can't care about this one or that one
I'm human, these things happen
Don't be angry with me, I'll be alright soon | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 7:36:28 AM | Don't be angry with me, I'll be alright soon,
said the yielding tree to the wind.
The time when I fall will surely loom,
the tree promised amidst all the din.
The tree said this, and the tree said that,
while onward the wind ever blasted.
Then when all was quiet, the wind long passed,
the tree said, Got ya, ya b@stard! | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 8:13:24 AM | the tree said, Got ya you b@stard!
Stood there just a minute to long
Safe under the branches of the strong
but the strong fall when it's time
Make sure you're out of the line of fire
of the shadow when he calls
the weight of his being
much more than you imagined | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 10:39:05 AM |
much more than you imagined
blossomed much more credibly now that the
job was done, back at the table discussion had ensued, directly denigrating into swift critique, no flowery language or innuendo,
with courier speed the director delivered a powerful message, "next time...I'd like to see an improvement" . with that you still knew, you couldn't be replaced, and improvement always wins the race. appearing like you were comprimising, though doing a thorough strategy of negotiating the wind. firing up and stoking, a spark
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Posted: 3/7/2008 2:44:11 PM | That's all I got
A spark in his eye that twinkled when he smiled
Oh and that smile .... could take your breath away
always teasing ... chasing you with a towel
He just liked watching you run naked through the house
Freshly brushed hair flying out behind you
swaying with each step exposing the bare butted target of his towel
hear the pop and feel the sting all at once ..... | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 4:02:51 PM | Hear the pop and feel the sting all at once .....
Donned in raingear like a bullet proof vest....
Shooting at each other with BB's and Pellets....
Foolish little boys we were way back then....
Playin Cowboys and Indians pretend....
Now a days even the thought of a gun....
Makes everyone scramble and run....
They always find a way to take away fun.... | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3621 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/7/2008 7:22:50 PM | They always find a way to take away fun....
blind destiny decieving
always looking for number one
but truth is so revealing
words on page will dream of love
while darker plans are made
death will find the lying dove
welcoming its grave
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Posted: 3/7/2008 7:32:55 PM | Welcoming its grave
Save there will always be another day
To run against the wind
It’s the young ones right to pretend
Little men like to play
Cowboys and Indians and it really doesn’t matter
When they grow up and find a squaw
It turns to ‘leathers and feathers’ | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3623 | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 9:16:55 PM | of mistress and her rages
the poetry of sages
gives thought throughout the ages and
supplies the poor mans wages
alas fair lad we must depart
this earth when the has time come
our work upon this plane
has certainly been done | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 9:42:20 PM | this plane has certainly been done, for one
it rocks and rattles through orbits
of debris looking for the piece d resistance
that'll open doors of majesty slipping into zones
with a hunch that serves as time within reverie
and carry on without a basic survival kit
full of flaming plummage
flashing as insurance , passing as seasons , of the power, of one | |
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