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Posted: 4/2/2008 4:58:32 PM | emotions respected impartially intact
i can't find my way to get the hell back
taken aback by the mysterious few
who rely on the lines to remind them of you
i should know better, but i refuse to care
i write with my demons, they all know me there
i poke fun at none save my lonely views
taking time to remember the person i wish i knew | |
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Posted: 4/2/2008 5:09:41 PM | taking time to remember the person I wish I knew
idealism paints a portrait reality fights to construe
thoughts of the mind expressed all sincere
interpreted at length necessary to make clear
subject spoken of in poetic jest
is self made clear not unguessed
wild abandon but not without compassion
admired comforted expressions of passion
(edit post: regretted that again 'De Je Vous' . Sorry. I just get too caught up in the thoughts. Hi as well, 123 goodluck!) | |
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Posted: 4/2/2008 5:10:03 PM | taking time to remember the person i wish i knew
Would that be the one who
cared enough to be knocked down?
Strong enough to get up again?
Surround yourself with close friends
who know the ups and downs
cause they've all been around the block A time or two themselves ...
they understand you ... even when you don't
deja vu: Hi TNT | |
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Posted: 4/2/2008 6:35:39 PM | they understand you, even when you don't
admired comforted expressions of passion
they pick you up, say Yes, when you won't
open pathways only they could fashion
hold up mirrors you safely gaze into
hold you when everyone else has let go
know whether you need the old or new
dance you into life again, quick quick slow | |
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Posted: 4/2/2008 6:47:54 PM | dance you into life again, quick quick slow
two step of one desired held to cherish so
polished boots with pointed toe but not hat
pointed observed hidden not thoughts at
smoke an mirrored in the light of dance hall
enjoyed sweet embrace and learning of all
but seen in eye partnered to practiced dance
enjoyed thrilled beyond that knowing glance | |
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Posted: 4/2/2008 6:59:45 PM | enjoyed thrilled beyond that knowing glance
in sync with partner meant to dance
together in each others arms
slicing through the crowd
Never miss a beat of together rhythm
holding each other tight, but not too tight
Utterly enchanting sight
As we dance away the night. | |
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Posted: 4/2/2008 7:04:53 PM | As we dance away the night
Respected each other's space in sight
Slicing throught the waves of song
Together one in hearts seen belong
Waves of persons with ocean view
Oblivious to all but that music two
Dancing to the beat heard shared heart
Depth seen in eye of soul smiles impart | |
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Posted: 4/2/2008 7:14:39 PM | Depth see in eye of soul smiles impart
What is that in your eye?
Does a twinkle live inside?
When the heart swells up with joy
Girl's eyes twinkle for the boy
and on his arm she glides
feet never hitting the ground
those were the days .... | |
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Posted: 4/2/2008 8:00:02 PM | your such a grouch ...sweet twiddle de dums ...rolling in ...like rumpled ole drums
half baked and defeated just before ye got seated
in the thee ate er
life pulled the song out, sheet by sorry sheet
pushin and pullin petals, peninsulas of rhyme
there just was no time
to waste...EVER ...for haste made a azz out of THAT tune
do de do de do de do what you will, at the pick n pull merry go round mill
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Posted: 4/2/2008 8:05:02 PM | your such a grouch
embittered
heart touch
fear withered
spring abound
awakened sound
forth spring in desire
taste of tantalizing life fire
(edit post: missed! Sorry....what was that again ..de da dee...do dah, do dah...nice rythm) | |
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Posted: 4/2/2008 8:10:28 PM | do what you will at the pick'n pull merry go round mill
for its still sound challenged with its beats on the ground
off to the side you will find a warm chair
grab that fat ass and place it there
find your left hand and smack it with the right
just when you think there should be some light
maybe they've got a clapper that's hidden out of sight
turning on a disfunctional bug zapper for a discordant night | |
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Posted: 4/2/2008 8:18:13 PM | turning on a disfunctional bug zapper
for a discordant night
what a sight
zappin self with disfunction
findin a chair for fairly large derriere and squishin the bugs
with it smackin right hand with the left hand thats out of business
just smackin it cuz your thinkers gone
stinkers wellllll...shows ta go.. .nobodys home... | |
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Posted: 4/2/2008 8:29:34 PM | shown o bodys home
me mates care' fo some
'toughts o' cared
love shared
shown buddy 'ome
burrie' but 'tink no gone
Known me buddy's home shown
Exhuberhant springs forth love of garden grown.
(Edit post: too quick for me, Thorb! Enjoyed) | |
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Posted: 4/2/2008 9:03:28 PM | Ex hubrously springing forth
Loves garden doeseth that
Say ... what is the day of the week today
Is it the day before the day
To spray the snow away? Okay...
Come long May , we will be So Okay with that
We will name it 'Pink spray-the-snow-away', day
It may be heeded or heated...lol  | |
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Posted: 4/2/2008 9:53:13 PM | habbits and rabbits and blossums for me, under the hickory****ry tick talk tree
where the goats roam and the seas foam
the old wizard picks, and the gnomes gnome...LOLpillaging, double digitalling with his ding a ling ding dong comb, scarfing non stop, just stuffing his crop (hair) LOL
with such trash now he's got a bee fetish that's fancy free,
stinging where the swing swings at it's highest just to give ole wizard a ring on his behighness...LOL
the tree that limbers and crackles unbiased...(dear me) way over yonder before the first yawn rhymiddy cricket wizard of wieyrd-wired, has shook and shook himself long ... Behold he shakes hard!!!(he has fleas!!!)
and wanders around where the fleabane runs frees
...LOL
edit post: (Oh Dear...What is this? Too much silly juice I thinketh...) | |
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