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Posted: 3/20/2008 7:53:37 PM | now the question can never be asked
holding her breath, enough time has passed
Speak so softly up on that hill
Proud and quiet, listen she will
This journey has many a crooked trail
Take this way, no that way, no holy grail
in our lifetime world peace shall not come
listen again to the hummingbird’s hum | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/20/2008 7:54:20 PM | now the question can never be asked
The time for that has long gone past
I would have answered long ago
if you had only asked you know
If only you had dared to try
to ask me,I would just reply
Yes, I would have in the past
but now the question can never be asked | |
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Posted: 3/20/2008 7:58:36 PM | Listen again to the hummingbird’s hum
bouncing the blossoms of apple and plum
painting the leaves with a delicate swirl
whisping the dew drops in a lacquer of pearl
Vibrating right out of this earthly realm
the hummingbird sails with the sun at the helm
darting among all the gardens delight
the jewel of the morning spins off into night | |
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Posted: 3/21/2008 8:48:59 AM | Giving me sensation to the mass's
Crystal meth is zephyr in classes
On a donut roll, tweakin' to fill the gap
Made her think the sprinkles gave her the clap
Food addicts are dangerous with jelly rolls
Feed 'em if extending their empty bowls
No hole can be filled with ringed food
Just alters the mind or covers the mood | |
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Posted: 3/21/2008 9:40:45 AM | long tall glass of ice tea
handed to me by jujubee
I take a sip and swallow slow
knowing when done I have to go
I want to drag this moment on
at least to the end of this song
watch her smile and have some fun
before we both have to run | |
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Posted: 3/21/2008 7:34:23 PM | Before we both have to run
naked into the cool waters of the Gulf
Cooler salt water feels so refreshing on bare flesh
Swim around as much as you dare
there are still fish in here
Lay on my back and float
Who needs a boat?
We have the whole place to ourselves. | |
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Posted: 3/21/2008 8:19:51 PM | We have the whole place to ourselves
to do with as we wish
float or dive or skim some stones
or angle for a fish
Such a place is made for dreaming
wait for stars to sing
bathe in moonlight's changed perspective
see what she will bring | |
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Posted: 3/21/2008 11:06:04 PM | see what she will bring
within the heavens sweet angels sing
upon the stars moon sheds her light
in full bloom she is this night
make a wish upon a star
reach out, touch them, they’re not far
within our grasp, fingertips outstretched
reflections of our souls, finely etched | |
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Posted: 3/22/2008 11:02:22 AM | To gently lather ... a fresh scent to soap
Wash away your fears leaving only your hope
Expectations run high on the wings of this dove
As her wish for you all is peace and love
The sun shines brightly across the morning's dew
We are not many, only a chosen few
Who see the beauty, rather than merely look
As we gaze upon the pages of life’s open book | |
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Posted: 3/22/2008 1:40:59 PM | As we gaze upon the pages of life's open book
Studying our current and forefather's hook
Wondering what signficant changes we've made
Realizing it's just another dog & pony parade
The sandman brings my sweet dream
People stop putting their nose inbetween
Nights all over the world are lonely and dark
Mr. Sandman puts all on display with his magical spark | |
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Posted: 3/22/2008 3:32:45 PM | Mr. Sandman puts all on display with his magical spark
dreams of superman the hero turn into Kent Clark
why can’t it be the other way around?
for after Kent Clark he turns into a clown
that would be ok but in dreamland its found
knives and saws are a part of their playground
so why is it on wake up the hearts racing fast
my Sandman a con man and the killers wear masks  | |
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Posted: 3/22/2008 3:38:31 PM | My Sandman a con man and the killers wear masks
making light into dark
working life into unbeating hearts
with slumbers a dream
coming to life so it seems
relishing in his sands of time
unequivocally bringing to light
Future of tranquility!! | |
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Posted: 3/22/2008 10:27:03 PM |
watching t v such a bore , i am just keeping less and less the score.
bore
d. rather i look interested ... your interesting ... the phone drops casually picked up where
you left , said 'I ' was lost
you stumped me ... so i guess i Was Lost ,either way We determined number one -- Was an issue, two was trying and three begged for more, so we did become more aware
for the bull*hit we hit on today
okay? extremist !
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Posted: 3/23/2008 4:40:52 AM | too many questions, no answers
Could somebody hand me a bowl of clarity?
I grow weary with this plate of despair
and things gone wrong.
I want to eat at the table of the blessed
A place where one's mind can rest.
Surrounded by undieing love
the kind that's sent from up above.
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