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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/5/2008 3:41:10 AM | remember the night POF room was empty?
and lucky's imagination ran so wild!
after a long, hard week, i was tired simply
and my brain went very mild
so i snuggled in bed, with a book and tea
and started to dose off to sleep
woke up quite early, about half past three
with a freshness of spirit i hope to keep | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/5/2008 5:57:56 AM | where shared contentment extends
and hyperbolic chamber and bends
surely must end with a smile on the face
big bright blue eyes and hair out of place
Like that night in the king size partied on
dancing and frolicing all night long
not a care in the world until the sun came up
then ya worried about not enough cups | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/5/2008 9:05:30 AM | then ya worried about not enough cups
Big brother took them all away
saving them for another day
when she/he wakes up .... send her/him away
Want to be left alone
with memories of last nights affairs
under darkness of night
Remembered thoughts, feelings
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/5/2008 11:57:34 AM | Remembering thoughts, feelings
drifting into peaceful slumber
coffee in the morning alone
waiting to see if he uses my number
a call recieved in the afternoon
my heart jumps and then skips a beat
smiles on both ends of the line
child-like butterflies are always "neat" | |
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Posted: 4/5/2008 12:00:21 PM | Remembered thoughts, feelings
running through head as I lie upon the bed
I'm hungry-- If Hammy were here she'd cook
Where is that girl anyway?
Gonna have to write her a letter and say
how much she's missed in the pond.
She and Matt need to come and play one day.
Hammy: Don't forget us!
   
(Hiya Ash) Sorry I landed on ya girl. | |
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Posted: 4/5/2008 1:06:05 PM | lol..that's quite alright....thanks for "keepin it real"...
You smiling on the other end of the phone
Within that smile my need finds a home
For it's yearning for understanding and for laughter from the heart
When it comes to the joys of interaction, to list them, I know no start
Warmth in the heart holds familiarity similar to that of home
I take a chance at disrupting this "house" upon venturing into the uknown
But that is just a fleeting thought, I'll bask in the sun for here and now
To ignore the smile that's on my face....I wouldn't even begin to know how | |
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Posted: 4/5/2008 1:24:06 PM | I wouldn't even begin to know how
to efface you ,erase you
by now you've become such a part of the weave of me
the joy of choosing you - the pain of losing you
when you took your leave of me
shaped by grieving what others perceive of me
cold sharp edges were softened by sorrow
a rounded vessel to hold a tomorrow | |
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Posted: 4/5/2008 3:39:07 PM | a rounded vessel to hold a tomorrow
dreams of drowning in the sorrow
lost and found like a rubber duck
while staring into this old wine cup
hues of black and burgandy
shading what was you and me
then I hear the band warm up
shake that aura of love sick pup | |
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Posted: 4/5/2008 3:52:12 PM | shake that aura of love sick pup
Suck it up ... get in with the beat
There's gonna be a party tonight
and your invited to be #1 guest!
What's your pleasure?
Turn that frown upside down
Dancing to the beat of a different drum
Let the music move you ..... | |
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Posted: 4/5/2008 6:12:43 PM | Let the music move you...
captivating the internal rendevue...
of yesterdays sorrows and todays anew.....
let the music flow thru ...
Let the torments go free.....
increase the positivity...
of who and what your soul shall see....
staring back at you in the reflection of me....... | |
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Posted: 4/5/2008 7:07:00 PM | staring back at you in the reflection of me ...
that's right, so decide carefully what you want to feed me.
Give me mounds of love and caring
that's what you'll have more of ...
Hate... distrust?-- You'll find yourself alone.
Your not the only one who has
to live with the reflection of my eyes.
I want to see them smile! | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/6/2008 12:07:38 AM | keeping it strong in value
a sharp contrast defines the bleeding
from the infinite
like tissues of the dawn of communication
ensuing are the saturations
of lifes' demanding colours, meeting and touching
in 'other' terms--of indefinable striking vignettes
letting go , however is how they float to the next plausible pause; value and definition | |
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Posted: 4/6/2008 9:34:42 AM | as curling rocks are hurled
across the ice
the team sweeps with such vigor and umph
there is whats's called a focal point
to which I often surrender
to my own devices
left, to make out what is it these teams
enjoy? the sport , comraderie, the trophy or the toy? | |
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