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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3626 | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 9:53:23 PM | Pinned her to the Mattress(yes he did....lmao not complaining though)
Let'n her up for a couple of hours
Laundry the Clothes
Scrape the dishes
Just a few of his two hours wishes
back to the mattress for yummy mid-night kisses
knowing someday soon she'll have her own wishes
Coming true in the Spring Time dew... | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 9:56:44 PM | pinned her to the mattress
a cot within his ratsnest
fluffed up with ducky down
quite an animal idolizer
in his lil fortress
tiger striped rugs scattered on the floor
written on his headboard was
"you are at home now, let me here you roar" | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3629 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/7/2008 9:57:28 PM | Coming true in the Spring Time dew...
white lightning may be quicker
think the rest is up to you
but I got real fine liquor
take a shot and quaff the lot
results are quite outstanding
before you even drop the pot
you'll do a belly landing
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Posted: 3/7/2008 10:03:31 PM | you'll do a belly landing
no doubt it won't feel too great
when the appearance of a flop
just cruises without a stop
collision of the bruise n blues
mixed with the spirit of booze
takes up the slack of a not so sprat dweeb,
and smack, there ya have it, your whacked | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 10:38:34 PM | music to my ears those quifing sounds
hold them up don't let me down
fuzz and fizz an all things go round
don't let it get you too hot  while I poke around
laughin and jiven and havin a hoot
be a swill guzzlin gal and fly higher to boot
say what I want and play hard to win
some of them words get through, dressed too thin | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 11:55:18 PM | Some of them words get through, dressed too thin
It's peeps on the internet and you expect to win?
That'd be like boxing with Mike Tyson
And expecting reattached parts sewn in
Ahh the land of love or just wanting to share
Seems filled with many who really don't care
They entice your box with caring words laced little lies
Yet want to ring ya and coo in your ear to get a pleasurable rise | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3634 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/8/2008 6:31:47 AM | Yet want to ring ya and coo in your ear to get a pleasurable rise
Returning the favor, nearly inaudible sighs
Rising up from below, deep, soulful yearning
Flesh upon flesh, skin memories burning
Heat begets lust begets passion begets love
Crashing in waves, sweet sounds from above
I hang up the phone, satisfied by the ordeal
Can't wait to see you, and make it all real | |
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Posted: 3/8/2008 8:39:03 AM | As the sounds of the Heavens Fall from above (great one "rose")
Where no one ever falls
stumbling perhaps, into their own bullsh1t
try'n hard to bring the clouds
Higher, Yes are those
Who NEVER deceive the truth
Their true feelings and thoughts of taught
True words of Heart is what stands those apart... | |
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Posted: 3/8/2008 9:49:09 AM | True words of heart is what stands those apart
Untangling the twisted versions is hard to impart
If lust is passion and passion is lust
Why do so many care about the size of one's bust?
Ya put your rod in and ya put your rod out
Hoping to find real love--that's not what it's about
Discover the lining or linear feelings of another's soul
That's when friendship may turn into love on a roll | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/8/2008 9:50:58 AM | True words of Heart is what stands those apart
from the mimic and critic and jester for start
then theres the jeering it just has to stop
or NO ONE will play the ukelele outside K-Mart
No more buskers , soon to be discovered
something will turn sour and go undercovered
In guise of life squeezed between the 'already full'
Funny thing is, when strong, there's no more wool to pull | |
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Posted: 3/8/2008 9:56:50 AM | That's when love may turn friendship into love in a roll
When aching necks hide beneath a cowl
Yes I stand guilty of being a pain in the lower class
but you have to agree someone has to benefit the brass
So away I go riding my toothbrush for a broom
wishing on lucky stars to bump me to the moo noom
Fiddles parading with gargantuam leaps of pomp
Free-like stringing to the resined bow, they romp | |
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Posted: 3/8/2008 10:00:42 AM | Funny thing is, when strong, there's no more wool to pull
My poor sheep has draino swimming in their stool
I tried to plant seeds that would make my garden grow
Real characters, deviants, came and lit it aglow
The wilted sight of beauty wasn't in ashes
It was the soiled foundation that caused me my rashes
My itch to create, meditate or procreate
Had me realize time to reseed what I could've ate | |
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Posted: 3/8/2008 10:05:32 AM | Had me realize time to reseed what I could've ate
Then that's where I believe things slowly began to gyrate
All around the open mike that lines of folk were stoked
To let out the rock that rolled and turned to illicit a feeling similar to poked
Ahhhs....................Came out the crowd when seeing the bewildered flow
That seemed to bring them back to what they used to know
Now I'm not tellin lies and I only tell the truth
Somewhere my shade of business was once told by a woman called ruth | |
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Posted: 3/8/2008 2:24:04 PM | Somewhere my shade of business was once told by a woman called ruth
Lost in the woods where a forest man walked in circles and pined
Never understood that Moss compass spoke the unruly truth
wandered around wondering how he got himself in such a bind
So Ruth she told me where to look, right where this man was hunkered
and I hopped into the pick up truck and rode out to the site
Trailed right up to the old cedar row and there I found that drunkard
Took him home and left him there and retired for the night | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3643 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/8/2008 5:03:53 PM | Took him home and left him there and retired for the night
but betwixt and between came a terrible sight
for as I awoke and looked to the right
so spectral that image hung by the light
offering me no peace and delight
think it was then I peed in pure fright
when I thought that me it might bite
wash powder should not make sheets so bright
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Posted: 3/9/2008 7:43:22 AM | wash powder should not make sheets so bright
but not so they keep you up at night
or blind you as you read that book
lying there awake and cooked
from microwaves that radiate
from the leftover washing fate
those sheets went through for sake of clean
don't know what colour they should have been | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 8:34:24 AM | don't know what colour they should have been
the color of love, the color of a friend
the hues and tones exploded in my head
without a word there is too much said
sometimes life is just too beautiful to take
i am ever so grateful, don't make a mistake
am reminded to be mindful, in the moment to live
surrounded by so much beauty what is there to give | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 9:51:37 AM | surrounded by so much beauty what is there to give
just another path to travel just another road to live
clouds of roses perfume wafting on the breeze
strength of oak solid willow’s tender spirit sways
breath of quintessential heaven displayed
among the leaves of yesterday burnt gold
toward the silver lining as the clouds unfold
one’s life story... a unparalleled extraordinary goal | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3648 | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 11:00:09 AM | Songs were made to be sung
To the nether with thoughts unpure
To have ones love in effortless favor
Aching hearts cure.
Beauty in all is sight to behold
The ease of this journey about to unfold
From birth, through life, then death
Gently taking another step. | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3650 | |
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