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Posted: 3/9/2008 11:22:23 AM | And long for more
Of the peace you bring to me from the quiet shore
From one heart to the other
Magic made through the faeries door
Hidden from the darkness of night
Silent sounds of their love go unheard
Clasp within arms of passions delight
Songs of joy take flight | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 11:37:59 AM | That is the color of love
The white on the tips of the mountain tops
The tailfeathers of a flying dove
The sound of fluttering hummingbird wings....
I have heard the sounds of your smile
Most don't listen to things like that
Tuning in sometimes just takes a while....
What is the sound of you? | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 11:44:39 AM | You woke me up
You woke up my heart
You woke me up to care from the heart
You gave me warmth and hope.
You taught me how to share my emotions (again)
You taught me to truly live again with love inside of my mind & heart
You loved me unconditionally
We are far in distance of living in different countries, not in our hearts, | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 11:58:51 AM | We are far in distance of living in different countries, not in our hearts
and yet, making a true connection to those hearts is so hard
We want what we cannot have, for fear that in the having, there will be no wanting
Too much distance still stands between us.
Those fragile connections, tossed about by the gentlest breeze
are too valuable to name a price
and yet we grasp them so tightly
they break | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 1:10:41 PM | So that you don't have to.
I dealt with the details, the deadlines, the disgruntled
So you could go on a vacation
on a bulging budget. Then when the auditor called
you told me to fudge it
and I would've
if you weren't such a greedy son of a biatch
and that's just how the ball rolls. No? I believe that is how the fvck it goes  ...LOL | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 1:32:21 PM | And that's just how the ball rolls. No? I believe that is how the fvck it goes...LOL
Take 'the' and 'IRS' "Not mine, THEIRS!" yelled the crowd
If you think you're in the land of the free
You probably been playin' with KY jelly
Put your hand over your heart and take a true stand
Stand up and shout: I don't have to be bland!
Most have not guts and it's why we need music and the arts
Because the creation of love isn't always about tarts | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 4:53:03 PM | Because the creation of love isn't always about tarts
that were stolen by the knave from the true Queen of Hearts
While the king was out looking for a lost golden crown
and the crier sang out in the square of the Town
telling the tales from the castles dark keep
awakening maidens from their fanciful sleep
to the truth of the kingdom, that's now lost it's name
because the prince lost his balls in a croqueting game | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 7:32:11 PM | the prince lost his balls in a croqueting game
hit them so hard he forgot his own name
bent over in pain, what a sight to see
we'll surely be beheaded cause we laughed til we peed
let's run away, you and i, away to the hills
we'll eat small animals and use rocks for pills
lie close together, recalling the days
when the prince of the paupers lost his lust ways | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 7:45:29 PM | When the Prince of the Paupers lost his lust ways
turning away that ONE , the day!
How could he have known
She was the QUEEN
One who could've smacked him back into REALITY
who could've given him the ecstasy too
Combining the two, would've blown his mind
As she led him to the truth of her behind... | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 7:48:59 PM | when the prince of the paupers lost his lust ways
in the single right shoe, at the end of the daze,
left behind in a hurry when the pumpkin time came
and he ran off with a high heel, not knowing her name
She returned with a vengeance and a spirit so mean
looking for that lost slipper, with that look that I’ve seen
on women who love shoes more than any blind date
who’d come back for her Gucci or at least for it’s mate.
oops too slow...amends.
As she led him to the truth of her behind...
the iron gate
where buffalo were running long before
the hands of fate
bewildered all the spectators
with a slight of the eye
they led astray the union play
with a piece of apple pie. | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 8:58:38 PM | With a piece of apple pie,
it was a magical day when we met,
We were complete opposites yet no one could keep us apart, our hearts joined,
Time passed and we lost the magic we were both hurt and lost,
Magic came back differently not as lovers...
Respect, honour, friendship---
Wishing for magic
To completely bring you back to me! | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 9:11:47 PM | Future, Tomorrow, Baby is where I'll be...
waiting for the plane that brings you home to me
from now on, in both our contracts will be one line
that states that we travel always as one and that aught to be fine.
If they want me, they'll welcome you and if they want you, they'll see
that if we travel out at all it's travel together or shmee.
No more nights to spend apart, no more days to wait
We'll re-arrange the universe and our own we'll create. | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 11:26:15 PM | We'll rearrange the universe and our own we'll create
Where peace is overrrunning, and it's hard to find hate
Where time stops when we want it to, to enjoy things a bit slower
Where understanding is rampant, and expectations are lowered.
A place where masks are only worn on holidays
And building others up could become the latest craze.
Where people hold doors and friendly is the norm
And there is genuinely fealt concern for creatures of every form. | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 11:37:54 PM | And there is genuinely felt concern for creatures of every form
and we understand responsibility in the strength of every storm
we take our place in history and shoulder all the weight
our ancestors have thus bestowed upon us all, Earth's fate.
To turn around destructions course where war is quickly won
by those with corporate ties unto the land with the biggest gun
We have a choice to sit and wait or true colours to allow
it's going to take a promise strong, to hold the rainbow now. | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 12:03:06 AM | It's going to take a promise strong, to hold the rainbow now
Judy can't click her ruby red slippers to reclaim the lost to bow
Under the skies are clouds that still hide a medical need
That cross genders, ages, colors... even creed
To a disease that homophobes say
Was brought on by being gay
To be happy, joyous & free is your right
So dance to any choice to bring a luminous yet healing moonlight | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 12:05:05 AM | It's going to take a promise strong, to hold the rainbow now,
To undo all the mistakes thus far, if the heavens will allow,
If only leaders were in the war, not grinning behind a desk,
Maybe they'd for a second think, before ignorance they professed.
Is this path we're on, one set in stone, decided many moons ago?
Will this earth have to destroy us to once again her own peace know?
Destruction reigns, and rains they cease, her throat dry from her screaming,
Years of speaking, with no one hearing........she has no more tears....
...oops...a bit slow on that one
So dance to any choice to bring a luminous yet healing moonlight
Light of the moon or of the sun smiling distracts one from any present plight
How peaceful the night and inspiring the day, how nature heals the heart
Of lovers false and sadness true, we, for a second, forget their start
The air I breath in, the crickets love song are the loves that i hold dear
Beside the waters a breeze is ablowin', no worries, my mind is clear.
The dirt between my toes and the call of the birds reminds me from what which i come
A weightlessness, a relief of the pressure - at peace, again I succumb | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 10:17:40 AM | a weightlessness, a relief of the pressure
at peace, again i succumb
allowing the worries between my ears
to float away into the sun
why do i at times hold on tight
to things that are not mine
when all i need to do is let them go
and smile up at the sky | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 10:25:05 AM | Smile up at the sky, and
give into a belief
Sense of ownership, perhaps
knowing it can't be snatched
A Security blanket of Sorts
Nothing wrong with that, as far as I can see
At least you have something in your grasp
Others would love that task...
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Posted: 3/10/2008 1:31:24 PM | Others would love that task
even stand in line to have the privilage
sitting all day at the top of the mast
looking at the horizon for a village
another ship could sail past us
if the desire wasn't up there with you
to stay awake and make a fuss
when the time is due | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 1:42:25 PM | When the time is due
It's my dust to the wind I hope is tossed by a few
Immersed back home, to the elements I came from
That will bring smiles of revelations to more than some
Nothing religious in climbing the same mountain to
attain the same goal
It's those with misfortune who can't that see we all play a role
For all the seasons of faces you meet... feel the depth of soulful eyes
Rather than constantly judging over fictiously taught lessons to over-analyze | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 3:36:51 PM | Rather than constantly judging over fictiously taught lessons to over-analyze
Start using you thought provoking brain for something other than to tranquilize
Everyone has unfullfilled dreams which come into play
Just begin to put them in motion day by day
Its perhaps our most personal talent each of us have
And yet some waste it away with less than a bath
Only the ones with the courage to voice
Bring fortune upon themselves with their choice | |
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