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Posted: 3/10/2008 3:37:30 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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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/10/2008 4:34:44 PM | Bring fortune upon themselves with their choice
Fortune in Freedom of Expression of All OUR GIFTS!!
Birds, Flowers, Bees, Waterfalls, Sunrises, Forest of Trees
Dragons, Fairies, Aliens too,
Erotic, Symbolic, Mythical view
Facts of Life, The Blues, Lyrics too
Emotion, Commotion, Hell even Ex-Wives
Infinite the possibilities, Tip Toeing if you choose... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/10/2008 5:39:48 PM | Tip Toeing if you choose
not even going if you snooze
you know they say you lose
if you rely on the booze
so slam the door just like before
and sing at the top of your lungs
without any catalyst anymore
let it all just roll of your tongues | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/10/2008 5:40:04 PM |
let it all just roll of your tongues
forked or grooved
doesn't matter when young
the double post moves me to continue on
feeling an empty song belongs here for now
as somehow the space allowed
closes like a thunder cloud
rolling in from the open sea | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/10/2008 5:46:37 PM | rolling in from the open sea
where Mermaids sang a tale to me
Sweet the sailor at my side
Man gone overboard with his bride
Sailing in from Ports afar
tracking light from a distant star
unfurl the mast the winds are strong
sail us home, where we both belong | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/10/2008 6:49:32 PM | Lingering in childhoods joys
self stroking egos of bad tempered boys
fielding attentions of unwanted ploys
But she takes them home to play with her toys
she wears the leathers to keep her chaps clear
plays dress-up cowboy she'll sing for her beer
You'll never know if you'll get a smile or a tear
Long as it works for her she'll switch mid gear | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/10/2008 8:38:18 PM | Long as it works for her she'll switch mid gear
From mother to temptress with nylons so sheer
The gown she wears will be the lightest of blue
She will want to make all your dreams come true
Then in the twilight of her years
She will succumb to the worst of her fears
Gravity has not been her greatest of friends
Her shapeliness is not with the trends | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/10/2008 9:00:29 PM | Her shapeliness is not with the trends
But does that really matter?
The once lithe nymph-like form has evolved
Into something more meaningful – a little more to love
Or so it is said by the wisest of wise
When you are young it doesn’t matter if the wind blows you over
In a way you fool yourself into believing that youth means image
But as time unfolds you blossom into understanding of what it truly means to be a woman. | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 9:27:06 PM | But as time unfolds you blossom into understanding of what it truly means to be a woman
To dive naked into moonlit bays on a night of midnight swimmin'
Then dance across a morning shore with breakfast on fires cookin'
all the while with no salon, she still keeps so good lookin'
Making merry converse with the king and all his theories
adding bits of wisdom in with purposeful inquiries
Silk and satin, denim or tweed, with grace goes mile for mile
For all her years have a quality that never goes out of style | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/10/2008 9:28:47 PM | but as time unfolds you blossom into understanding
of what it truly means to be a woman
embracing where we've been,
who we are and who we will become
loving ourselves we are now able to
increase the love in our lives
it is through this that we discover that
a thought is the start of a reality.... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/10/2008 9:46:16 PM | A thought is the start of reality…
Too bedazzled by the mirror
Instead of simply gazing into the pond
And seeing all the beauty glistening off the surface
Back into the heart and desire
To encompass life for all it has to offer
To swim unfettered in cool waters
Free and alive. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/10/2008 10:08:31 PM | Free and alive.
I have earned this right of passage
I have lived, I have loved, I have learned to thrive
With you all I share this message
Alive and free to do most what I want
Bound not by the curfews of life
Alive and free to go the next mile
Fellow women I do this without strife | |
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Posted: 3/11/2008 4:32:36 AM | Fellow women I do this without strife
embrace life, love this ageing shell,
treasure the phases of my changing life,
gather the stories I have yet to tell.
Do I yearn for what has been?
Not even in my most troubled dreams,
a relief to relinquish the youthful scene,
no fear in approaching my own requiem. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/11/2008 6:33:45 AM | No fear in approaching my own requiem
cover me with peaceful thoughts
In memories of family and friends
I'll be alive and playful again
To see the smile upon my face
they think me in a better place
So today before I leave this land
For the next life, I'll order broadband ....
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Posted: 3/11/2008 6:56:15 AM | For the next life, I'll order broadband
and sail my texts across the land
Written word from heart to hand
that kindred souls will understand
Explorations of "out of the way"
Looking within for reflections at play
"Outside the box " as Buckminster would say
We all grow together as one anyway | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/11/2008 8:29:54 AM | we all grow together as one anyway
makes ya wonder where comes the dis-ease
of today's soul of saying please
please can I make my own decisions
without you being cross at me?
I am you further down the family tree
of life and death gift and strife
put together and call it life | |
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Posted: 3/11/2008 8:40:04 AM | We all grow together as one anyway,
Haven't met you, my love, to get you to stay,
Perhaps as a dream one day, to come true,
It is my goal to be inlove again,
With You, My Friend, Love, Lover,
To live in happiness to relish moments of lost time without you,
Have to listen to my heart to find you there for me,
To have the life, I was meant to be, with you... | |
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Posted: 3/11/2008 2:06:47 PM | To have the life, I was meant to be, with you...
Was a death that took place neither could undo
I've skipped or plodded along to raise our boy
Never with grace but always with joy
I learned there is no one, but two separate parts
The trick is in loving sans tossing cheap darts
Love comes and goes, respect remains as truth
That man I see is not hidden in a phone yakkin' booth | |
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Posted: 3/11/2008 3:39:44 PM | That man I see is not hidden in a phone yakkin' booth
More comfy on the couch with a fifth of vermouth
Helps deaden the pain from this infected tooth
That’s my lie so you don’t think I’m uncouth
It would be cozy here with you by the fire
Hope you weren’t overly curious who
was on the other end of that telephone wire
If I said it was my mother, would you think I’m a liar? | |
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Posted: 3/11/2008 4:34:10 PM | If I said it was my mother, would you think I’m a liar
or tire of all this analysis of the other desire
a get away from all this anguish of piers
lears and snears about wasted time lounging in the yard
no cloths to burden the self like almost everyone else
set in stone from some old shelf life
letting strife guide the wealth of salvation
another nation would think nothing twice | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/11/2008 4:52:31 PM | Another Nation would think nothing twice
putting you infron of a wall
throw'n stones til ya fall
The Pier is where y'all would find me
now that's not a lie
can't wait to say I'm sit'n on the Lake Bank
wish'n y'all there with me
Watching the sunrise coming up behind the trees... | |
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Posted: 3/11/2008 5:05:49 PM | Watching the sunrise coming up behind the trees...
Kinda’ embarrassed wearing nothing but leaves
No way can I wear my heart on my sleeves
It’s all in what your mind perceives
Didn’t come here to rant and rave
Rather spend the time with you to misbehave
Your name on this tree I will now engrave
Guess I’m gonna’ become your next slave
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/11/2008 6:11:16 PM | Guess I’m gonna’ become your next slave
I think this is not the notion
Unless you have drank from my cup
That holds the magic potion
Dragons and deamons within this realm
Quickly my captain, take to the healm
Within these waters two hearts may collide
These feelings of us will never subside | |
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