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Posted: 4/6/2008 2:52:52 PM | enjoy? the sport , comraderie, the trophy or the toy?
none of that really matters any more you see
enjoy what you like now your out on your own
it was always the comraderie for me
The friendship and intimacy that I thought we had
I didn't know you needed a trophy and a toy to keep
no wonder you kept losing the game as Im no trophy
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Posted: 4/6/2008 4:13:14 PM | I swear my focus is distorted...LOL
edit to post...
OOOpppps ( think that deep....) Again and again you screw.............................Up
Do I have to remind you to lay off and
Get down, brother? Get down off the
Stinking pulpit, and become a sinner
Like all of us . Get a taste ..........................................................................just a tad
Of the squeaky joy we so fall sin to
Get down off the pulpit Brotha....
And share the mess you got us into...    src=http://www.plentyoffish.com/smiles/icon_205.gif border=0> | |
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Posted: 4/6/2008 8:50:32 PM | And share the mess you got us into ...
Born in this place, this time
can't leave .... because your blind
caring is an illusion ... of some
Don't really give a damn bout no one but them self
long as they come out shiny and clean
raking up points to take back
To the place where they won't count ... | |
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Posted: 4/6/2008 9:46:30 PM | To the place where they won't count
Let us hurry to that place lest we be counted
Amidst the despondent those jaded by doubt
Hurry bar the door before the secret is out
A secret so painfully plainly gainfully seen
By those not in need of rose tinted morasses
Fore go the humanity in forgiveness sublime
In the bliss of ignorance comes joy over time | |
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Posted: 4/6/2008 10:22:43 PM | In the bliss of ignorance comes joy over time
Polished ironic shiny with aggregate of grime
Sweetest wine tastes better from age consider
Not neccessarly sold to that highest bidder
Embraced I that thought of fallen from pulpit
Exhaulted views spewed full of..well.....it
Rather enjoy life to dance wine an' song
Emotions there drawn to most strong. | |
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Posted: 4/6/2008 10:49:57 PM | Emotions there drawn to most strong
been watching the skies all along
walking away from the pulpit
have faith, book keep it
drink once every month or two
breaking myself, helps remember where I was on my way too
played all those alcoholic roles, except the hitter
walking away, not trying to be a full of sh...er | |
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Posted: 4/7/2008 4:38:02 AM | you know it nothing new
It changes with the view
Perspective: That's where it's at
From which angle do your eyes work best?
Pictures bypassing heart in the chest
Go straight to brain
Being in the know,
can drive a man insane.
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Posted: 4/7/2008 8:48:59 AM | Being in the know can drive a man insane...
Rose with the gratitude gleefully raised her cane
He thought he had it over on this woman of cheer
Then found his head dunked, drowning in beer
Ash popped by and tossed in words a few
Poor mate was found, glued to the loo
Dancing lady, grateful Rose sat on the bar
A picture of her legs flapping taken from afar | |
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Posted: 4/7/2008 9:39:54 AM | A picture of her legs flapping taken from afar
Damn, I left my new camera phone in the car
She looks so freakin’ hot, I’d ask her for a date
Some things you eat with your fingers, off the plate
Maybe a friendly foot massage, and kiss her knees
Hope my Brute aftershave don’t make her sneeze
Plans for the weekend include time at the beach
Juices running down my chin, like eating a peach
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Posted: 4/7/2008 3:35:00 PM | Juices running down my chin, like eating a peach
making me weak in the knees
Take a breath to clear the head
OMG, Where is the bed? 
Been too long to do without
Ready for some scream and shout
Isn't that what life's about
One day, a body you'll be without ...
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Posted: 4/7/2008 3:55:57 PM | One day, a body you'll be without ...
it comes to us all without a doubt
but what will it be that you leave behind
remembered for good or for your crimes
but it is what we do not what we think
that leaves a mark written in ink
what if immortality was yours for the taking
the hour glass flows but be careful its breaking | |
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Posted: 4/7/2008 4:12:05 PM | the hour glass flows but be careful its breaking
and the inner self knows, but be careful of faking
and everythings here, but be careful of taking
so dream on you dream, but be careful of waking
everythings spinning but nothing is moving
everyone's dancing but no one is grooving
everyones laughing but no one is goofing
all things are chill but nothing is soothing | |
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Posted: 4/7/2008 9:59:49 PM | All things are chill but nothing is soothing
So cold that but a simple stare burns to the very core
Like hoarfrost lingering on outstretched branch
Her touch brings nothing neither pleasure nor pain
Only a reminder of a fire long extinguished within
Burning and churning despite her decadent demeanor
Lost behind a fortuitous facade of frosty regret
Yet melting within the reality of what was and what could be | |
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Posted: 4/8/2008 4:11:33 AM | Come to see there as you and i as i briefly
the people walking in darknness
have seen a great light
on those living in the land of the shadow of death
a light has dawned
establishing and upholding
justice and
righteousness | |
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Posted: 4/8/2008 7:08:42 AM | justice and righteousness for "lands sake"
Clearing reactions to the messes we make
holding our tomorrow hostage for today
asking ourselves "where will the children play?"
Spewing out venom along with the bombs
doesn't seem different than it did in the 'Nams
March on faithful protesters, they still open fire
We sold out our planet to the highest buyer | |
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Posted: 4/8/2008 2:59:51 PM | We sold out our planet to the highest buyer
though the check may bounce from that frequent flyer
we thought this expansion would fix all the ills
so we followed that perscription to load up on pills
one for the up and one for the down
one to keep our feet on the ground
one for a dance in an elevator
another to replace the salad maker | |
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Posted: 4/8/2008 6:33:45 PM | another to replace the salad maker
one to make you forget you're hurt
so we can rub your nose in the dirt
of trust you so freely give
We'll cut your throat and leave you
there to bled all the pain out
Laughing all the way to the bank
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Posted: 4/8/2008 8:35:24 PM | whenever my time comes
i want to leave without regret
i want to live my life with fun
when it rains i wanna get wet
whenever i leave this world
i wanna have a smile on my face
i want to have danced with a twirl
and know i lived this life with grace | |
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Posted: 4/8/2008 10:11:53 PM | and know I lived this life with grace
"Grace?" I thought she lived will Will.
Rose, you always have a new woman
Does Mabel know about Grace?
Does she prance around dressed in white lace?
Molded to her fine shape
mesmerizing .....
Makes eyes nearly pop out your head! | |
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Posted: 4/9/2008 12:16:17 AM | Makes eyes nearly pop out of your head
The guys can't see Grace as a woman when naked in bed
Them boys are too busy to look for a prance
Their legs intertwined dreaming in a dance
Real men are don't care if a guy is gay or straight
They'll laugh over any concept of a separate gate
With Grace you never know, is it les-be-friends?
Really doesn't matter if you're happy in the end | |
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Posted: 4/9/2008 7:18:31 AM | Really doesn't matter if you're happy in the end
Are you mad or slightly round the bend
As a guy i write about love and grace
I love to see a smiling face
I watch from a distance to see such beauty
As a lady walks gracefully towards me
She moves with such poise
Such ellegance and style
I have to stay and watch i while
As she slowly moves closer and closer
She mesmerises me with her hypnotic composure
Her hips they swing with every step
Her hair just flows down past her neck
She is beauty and grace all rolled into one
If she ever looked at me i would lose my tongue
But hey our lives just roll on by
Never knowing if she would ever be mine | |
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Posted: 4/9/2008 3:56:39 PM | Never knowing if she would be mine
A man can dream can't he?
Saving all his love for the one
who fills his soul with joy ....
Dreams about her when they're apart
writes love poems on paper plates ( still remember those)
Wake up making love
Oh yes, worth waiting for .... | |
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