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Posted: 4/9/2008 4:03:43 PM | Never knowing if she would ever be mine
My courage got my tongue embraced in a twisted twine
Thoughts engulfed in my heads on my shoulder and between my legs
I wish I'd taken time to say hello but I got my mouth on the kegs
My wishful thinking got my lips all puckered
Yet, I let her go feeling woeful and suckered
Tomorrow will be different in my outlook you see
Because beauty is within and she may look at me | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/9/2008 4:47:27 PM | Because beauty is within and she may look at me
Beyond the nervousness stealthily hid
Beginning conversation discreet
By own heart offered bid
Bygones past feat
Breathtaking beauty
Before unrivalled to greet
Bastions of the castle clamoured
Bewared to risked beaten back in heart
Because beauty is within seen beyond superficial | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/9/2008 5:18:12 PM | leaving doubts back at the junction
local train boarded to function
passion expresed at companion seat
desire squelched to conversation sweet
invitation accepted to lounge car
uninhibited conversation fuelled in bar
primal scream silenced no further voice
Enjoying freedom express by choice | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/9/2008 8:40:48 PM | Enjoying freedom express by choice
Where were you when the Kent State four
Lay on the turf never again to roam
In and out or towards their home
By the wrath of the Almighty
the land will be scorched
and the people will be fueled for the fire
no one will spare his brother | |
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Posted: 4/9/2008 9:19:26 PM | no one will spare his brother
the thought of that is like no other
destruction, death and doom
oh, the future looks quite gloom
i prefer to look towards hope
instead of hanging with a rope
I want to use it to pull us out
and live in a world without a doubt | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/9/2008 9:27:31 PM | No one will spare his brother
They're rather offer up their mother
It's the people who believe in having no druther
Over a book written makin' Sundays of Tuther
Lighten your load and allow free thoughts in
Strive to keep the hidden soldiers of censor at bane
Fly away to lands you've wanted to roam
Soon this won't be a place, you remember as home | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/9/2008 9:27:49 PM | Soon this won't be a place, you remember as home
looked upon unleashed yearnings alone
tempered by reality with hope ignite
given not into that false 'goodnight'
Lilacs bloom from budded release
Kissed by sun bursting to fragrance
Coloured blossomed burst untease
Enticed in spite of self not happenstance | |
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Posted: 4/9/2008 9:45:22 PM | Enticed in spite of self not happenstance
Just a glance. There and here
I ride the deer
of buckskin gear
My faeries' skirt of willow boughs,
crown of stars and wand of cloud
together we glide through glens and dales
then sail the way the rainbows' bowed
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Posted: 4/9/2008 10:09:40 PM | then sail the way the rainbow's bowed
fairy princess with magic seen in flight
dancing 'pon moonbeams smiles wowed
envisioned cared wilderness plight
Fairy Princess dance o' dream
Heart felt uncaptured o'scheme
Intelligent laugh with dilligence
Magic dust to me makes sense | |
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Posted: 4/9/2008 10:29:18 PM |
magic dust to me makes sense, uncounted
and unharried
adorned of flow
there is no no, where mind let's go
with body rest and worlds' wide wonder
of the west. It breaks upon
the rising nest with mothers' young bah bah bah-ing "it's this i've yes'd"
lambkins frolic in the new day
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/9/2008 11:07:09 PM | lambkins frolic in the new day
tiny wee born lambs protected
frolic free to play an' grow
protected an' learning bestow
little lambs grown to strong lion..
wee ones nurtured with pride
lambs grown not sheep abide
sheep abundant of lemming desent
follow blindly over whatever sent
media, mediums an' whatever told
enamoured star-eyed to grail gold
but my! the wee lambs are sweet
playing sweetly in gun filled street. | |
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Posted: 4/10/2008 3:25:48 AM | [in your zeel ... you guys forgot to read back and see that you skipped rose]
live in a world without a doubt
oh so quick to jump and shout
all about the wrongs you see
thinking you know what should be
then off to the plaza with a card
building debt sure isn't hard
its just like having a money tree
supporting all that me me me | |
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Posted: 4/10/2008 5:18:05 AM | supporting all that me me me
it's ruining our world, all that greed
and what about the generation next?
are we leaving them a horrible hex?
and the basic goodness of men?
is it going to the ways of sin?
what about the thoughts of the future?
now that is what we need to nuture...
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Posted: 4/10/2008 9:40:05 AM | Only be there when it matters
Despite the dream the vision shatters
Shards of hope like broken glass
Reflect a dooming looming morass
As passions cool and beauty fades
Leaving nothing more than tired charades
Regret is but a vision of what could be
Had you only taken the time to see | |
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Posted: 4/10/2008 4:54:25 PM | expressions subtle lost kind
mittins lost, scarf did find
this morning did my watch i wind
or did i in fact lose my mind
For this morning did I wake
with a buzz and a headache
stick my face into the lake
so for the world, i may wake | |
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Posted: 4/10/2008 8:15:54 PM | So for the world, I may wake
Only to see all that they, we, take
Global warfare is not an answer
Hold me closely, as an eclectic dancer
I am your muse, your rhythm of heart
You don't need to kill to fulfill your part
As a lone star shines o'er the skies scape
Open your eyes and voice your escape | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/11/2008 2:25:53 AM | those who are wise practice love
and listen to the cooing dove
as rainbows glisten high above
whilst slipping on a doctors glove
smiling sweetly they pretend
[whilst lubing fingers to the end]
I have so much love to send
If you want me you must bend
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Posted: 4/11/2008 6:28:28 AM | If you want me you must bend
leave the rigidity, this desparity of men
ride the wings of the inconsequential sins
because only through the fire
can the soul be cleansed
so let the cascading fires change you
for even the mightiest oak must bend
to the constant demands of unbidding wind | |
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