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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3726 | |
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Posted: 3/13/2008 7:14:57 PM | I hope you take it
far as you can laugh to the dentist
with your silly bed pan
check in to waste watchers
to see what they ban
from sea salt to lubricant
of spray on sweet 'pam'
Let's toss in sweet nothins
in lite fireside
and feel the warm glow
light up from inside
suck me so supple
til nubile spills out
--lick it all up
from bottom to spout
whew...lol...just unwinding...lol, musta bin a day!...lol | |
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Posted: 3/13/2008 8:25:37 PM | Souls learn day by day
Repeating history's hostile foray
Onward Christian soldier, to the land of Oz you go
Minds plied with hate to fight things you don't know
Young boys and girls gather around
Vietnam has come back to haunt another ground
We've got ourselves on a horrific track
Land of the free may never leave Iraq | |
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Posted: 3/13/2008 8:32:15 PM | Land of the free may never leave Iraq
unless coming home in a gurney sack
after working thier fingers to the bone
just wanting quality health
to be obscure
cast aside after promises & lies
left alone
(I support every man & woman in our services. This is from the viewpoint of the sick & injured men & women that come home to horrible VA healthcare. ) | |
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Posted: 3/13/2008 9:15:57 PM | thank you for help'n to keep world rights
a noble cause you fight
and it is not right
that we then don't serve you
the world has gotten so out of whack
you tried to keep us on track
leadership we lack
but we're so grateful to you | |
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Posted: 3/13/2008 10:54:02 PM | but we're so grateful to you
reminding us of what's true
people proudly in uniform
caught in a faraway storm
and as the world revolves
we hope each conflict resolves
to bring them back safe and well
May we never create another hell | |
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Posted: 3/13/2008 11:32:10 PM | May we never create another hell
But if we do then its just as well
If such be our fondest foolhardy desire
To simmer and burn in our own kindled fire
Then seek not others to strike the match
Lest they agree wherein lies the catch
If all you ever truly wanted
Was to leave your mark in life undaunted | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/14/2008 7:51:41 AM | Was to leave your life undaunted
but life doesn't play that way
Little bits of you left behind
Other bits of others join you
Creating whole new you
To return where you've been
Steps retraced within human's race
Makes me wonder who will win | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/14/2008 12:24:03 PM | Take heed of life's' discrepancies
Lest you make discrepancies of your own
Trouble finds only those who seek it out
Unrelenting in its pursuit of the perfect victim
So in the shadows tread softly still
Brandish proudly your open heart and open mind
At the crossroads take a turn for the better once more
As trouble finds only those who seek it out | |
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Posted: 3/14/2008 2:25:42 PM | As trouble finds only those who seek it out,
so the troubler will stop troubling,
ain't no one taking over us, lest we choose and allow,
respect is a marvelous thing, and it's such a neccessity,
if violated, that is something we cannot afford | |
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Posted: 3/14/2008 3:07:28 PM | if violated, that is something we cannot afford
to overlook, must take the time
to make them pay for the crime
having unfair advantage, hanging life on hook
Money may not buy happiness
but it can buy justice
It can buy your self-respect back
they tried to steal! | |
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Posted: 3/14/2008 8:29:32 PM | They will probably lose their minds
to gain depth of all kinds
A soul tortured becomes free
Robbed of simple sight...one sees
Reason behind madness must not be lost
Insight gained at a most awful cost
The paths of others I do not walk
The human perception is written in chalk. | |
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Posted: 3/14/2008 8:51:34 PM | The human perception is written in chalk....and everything is okay
How many will begin to finally find themselves in the dawn of this new day?
I reasonably question this reason in question
Depth perception - perception of depth - suggestions
Creative juices create riddles, with no answers to be found
But our words on this here screen make no sounds
Quietly at home, my thoughts scream insanity...
Better off pondering these words....than solving the problems of humanity. | |
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Posted: 3/14/2008 9:06:51 PM | Better off pondering these words....than solving the problems of humanity
Life comes in waves and cycles of disillusionment
We try and put the pieces together
As a contorted 3D picture emerges
Good days – bad days or indifferent
We take a needle and thread to mend the clouds
Glue stick the sun into the empty horizon
And hold on tight for the ride. | |
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Posted: 3/14/2008 9:39:32 PM | And hold on tight for the ride
There are dimensions , unknown to us, that God will not yet confide
Or will he ever? I think he's more clever than any ingenious human could be
Our 3D image overwhelmes the senses....we are blessed with limitations to what we see.
So I thank you for vision, and also limitation and for things that I do not know..
With your will being done, ill-will being shunned, on this path I continue to grow.
Like a plant on the wild, whose use is unknown, but is found by wandering child
The blooms are most pleasant, the petals soft........I bloom freely in the midst of the wild. | |
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Posted: 3/14/2008 10:14:53 PM | The blooms are most pleasant, the petals soft........I bloom freely in the midst of the wild
Joining the cycles of change through natural highs
That touch deep down to the inner core of the feminine side
The earth being the mother of us all
No wonder we feel a sense of belonging under the great big sky
Room for our spirit to roam freely
Caught on a dandelion seed carried by the wind
No time for conformity when seeing life from a different perspective. | |
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Posted: 3/14/2008 10:18:02 PM | The blooms are most pleasant, the petals soft...
I bloom freely in the midst of the wild.
fresh mountain morning dew
dawning of new day
excites my being
rushing river runs freely
scented redwoods nuture dreams
refreshing my body and mind and spirit...
(sorry autumn...spent too much time pondering...feel free to skip me!) | |
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Posted: 3/14/2008 10:22:15 PM | refreshing my body and mind and spirit
I see the idea and try to spear it
put on the kabob and lightly sear it
try to paint but only smear it
it deep in my soul somewhere round back
maybe over by that ole ruck sack
tossed so many years gone bye
when I think of it I only sigh | |
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Posted: 3/14/2008 10:25:04 PM | No time for conformity when seeing life from a different perspective
Some of the thoughts and words are jars mixed with certain undetectives
Ingredients that slur and prowl and soon settle in, to harmony
Indigenous to the environmental elements and soulstice ever curving
Meshed from east to west and farther out to sea is a hemispheric downpour
Although inside a hut on the rainforest with snakes and drenched fern and foliage
Canopys play a part of the ever broadening community thriving under neath
Kept dry and away from flim flam and raz ma jaz indigenously performing ceremonys | |
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Posted: 3/14/2008 10:39:37 PM | kept dry and away from flim flam and razz ma jazz...
indigenously performing ceremonies
memories of a peaceful people
when i think of it i only sigh
and dream of times to come
yes, many years have passed
but for the minutes ahead of me
i want to stop and savor each moment | |
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