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Posted: 3/15/2008 8:17:56 AM | i want to stop and savor each moment
though I know it can never be
they pass bye so fast like a kick in the ass
then off into eternity
I want to run with the winds of change
though I know I'm just way too slow
it don't matter at all when the final bell calls
that rearranger will take me and go | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/15/2008 9:14:48 AM | never again repeating the sin
going to take off my galoshas and just jump in
no need to resurrect the already bin
good change .changes.. slowww ...
...movements (a millipede stampede wriggles in milli micro worlds)
"the secret life of plants" refers to a kind of sensory flow
from flora to fauna
--change lately is a late bloomer of what once i already did know | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/15/2008 9:41:30 AM | --change lately is a late bloomer of what once I already did know
but forgot somewhere back in youth
time to remember what I knew as truth
Learned truth of this man's land
take a back seat to the over all plan
together we go with the flow
No waves created ... want to escape
all the bad memories to date | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/15/2008 2:02:26 PM | we settle down into that trusty old couch
some time now and then its okay to slouch
take the pain out the proverbial ouch
what have ya got but a little grouch
is it sarcasm or childish habit
relating a cereal to a rabbit
reaching so quickly to up and grab it
or taking a knife to overhand stab it | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/15/2008 2:21:59 PM | or taking a knife to overhand stab it
and put us all out of our misery
take a poker and continue to jab it
and stop all of this foolish fibbery
i only hope with all of my heart
that the madness will soon stop
but this craziness may never part
and we'll continue to be feed this slop | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/15/2008 3:41:37 PM | and we'll con't to be fed this slop
if this is what we'll take
no gruel for me, not anymore
i'll just walk away
i no longer live my life
the way i used to live
time is so much different now
not sure how much more i can give | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/15/2008 5:02:12 PM | Not sure how much more I can give
Feel like, I've been put through the ringer
squeeze out every last drop of desire
to fight the fight .... tonight
Take a break, problem not going anywhere
SCREAM, run down the beach
Let it all out! ---- Breathe
Suck in that salty air . .... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/16/2008 6:09:39 AM | give some smiling a whirl
when i remember i try to practice
thich naht hahn who says
breathe in and smile out.
people think i'm crazy
but i don't care much what people
think of me anymore
can't waste my thoughts on the frivolous | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/16/2008 7:18:22 AM | Can't waste my thoughts on the frivolous,
the pipe dream, the evasive, the senseless.
Re-defining the process, a daunting task
to conquer life, without one's mask.
A wish? a sigh? a frivolity?
The simple need for clarity,
is this what it is?
I must ask the one with the keys. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/16/2008 7:47:26 AM | I must ask the one with the keys
to leave a spare in the trees
away from the entrance you know
where only special people can go
then when we forget and get locked out
we won't have to scream and shout
waking neighbours and attracting the cops
we can just quietly make this pit stop | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/16/2008 9:17:38 AM | we can just quietly make this pit stop
for you my friend you can use a tree
but my dainty behind loves the porcelain
underneath me
oh, when i was in chiapas mexico last summer
relieving ourselves was a whole 'nother story
the facilities, if that is what they're called, were quite crude
but you got to do, what you got to do, to live your glory | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/16/2008 10:20:16 AM | But you got to do, what you got to do, to live your glory
so pack up the supplies and load up the dory
put on your shoes pick up the paddle
time to head out, c'mon lets skedaddle
Anchors away, unfurl the sails
seek out the dolphins, echo the whales
we live in our own pod with fortunes we've found
skimming the heavens both feet on the ground. | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 3768 | |
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Posted: 3/16/2008 11:13:55 AM | Skimming the heavens both feet on the ground
Limitless dance as I feel each clear sound
Relentless the ratrace I lived just one light year ago
I am floating within what I always did know
Living with folks with prosthetic hearts
Watching as they destroy each seed fore it starts
Imagine a life without all of the pain
Hope because someday life will not rain! | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/16/2008 12:33:51 PM | hope because someday life will not rain!
but if not for the rain, the flowers would not bloom
the brilliance of spring would not explode
the rainbow not delight us with color
into every life a little rain must fall...
but i can not stay in the rain
or the pain for too long
not anymore... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/16/2008 6:14:36 PM | Not anymore will I wait for a call
for the note you never tacked on my door
The chalk I left for a sidewalk note
Melted in the rain and didn’t produce
Anything from you, not at all
Decided not to wait anymore
Didn’t know keeping in touch
Was going to be such a chore | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3771 | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/16/2008 7:39:39 PM | Old familiar feelings
It’s the same old itch
I get the same old twitch
Kinda’ feels the same
Distant memories won’t fade away
Comes back every now and then to haunt me
As long as it doesn’t give me cramps
I’ll let it entertain me most of the day | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/16/2008 8:41:30 PM | I'll let it entertain me most of the day
let time fade away
remembering the pleasant side of yesterday
things look so much different now
shed light of today's minds eye
hauntings fade into the night
out here it's too bright
for their kind of life to live | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/17/2008 9:39:11 AM | for their kind of life to live
you had to be willing to give
away your power and your say
submit to their governance anyway
For their kind to thrive and colonize
You had to agree to marginalize
your dignity and your pride
And by their laws and orders abide. | |
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Posted: 3/17/2008 4:50:00 PM | by their laws and orders abide
reside in the dreams of your inner child
wild at times for a fun weekend
spend that with others you love
above all the rest
impressed by common sense
intense passions
fashioned to help the world around | |
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