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Posted: 4/11/2008 8:03:29 AM | To the constant demands of unbidding wind
blowing softly through the trees
bringing the suns' warm breeze
through the day, turning to night
where the the winds pick up their flight
tossing the branches that are weak
leaving the roots planted deep
Listen to the song of your heart beats... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/11/2008 8:36:42 AM | Listen to the song of your heart beat
Knowing that roots are planted deep
Do not fear what they fear
and do not dread it
When men tell you to consult
mediums and spiritists who mutter
and consult the dead on behalf of the living
don't waver, you will indeed be saved from utter darkness | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/11/2008 5:08:02 PM | don't waver, you will indeed
be saved from utter darkness
As long as you remember
To pay on time the Electric bill
If the TV went totally dark
Lap-top Confuser went dead
I'd eat a can of cold beans
Then shuffle off to my bed
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/11/2008 5:51:25 PM | Then shuffle off to my bed
Straighten the covers, placed pillows nearer the head
Thoughts of the day, into my nights
Keeps me awake; I’m watching the lights
Others sleep, why can’t I?
Must be my sandman is too shy
Off to the nether with other old souls
Then up again to stoke the fire’s coals | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/11/2008 8:37:42 PM | we are leaving soon to begin life ..
without suffering...without strife....
without the blood pouring upon that knife...
we are leaving soon with what is left of life...
with the hardships that have shown true....
we are going to being again....anew...
without the chaos of yesterdays darkened blue...
we will persevere in lifes present reality as we bid yesterday Adieu | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/11/2008 9:48:44 PM | we will persevere in lifes present reality as we bid yesterday Adieu
but why trip backwards when looking forward to new?
stand and go forth
seek and hope to find
the gifts of the present can you be yours
one at a time
open your soul, remember to breathe
maybe then each day will remind us of Christmas eve | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 4185 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/12/2008 12:55:00 AM | is a way to ease my mind
to kiss her right on her behind??
slowly then we get undressed
so I can lick her lovely breast
when I reach the special place
watch the smile upon her face
writhing bequeaths ecstasy
on the nights she come with me
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/12/2008 4:13:32 AM | on the nights (s)he come with me
i am happy as can be
the kissing and the touch
is what i yearn for so much
and it's such a wonderful time
hearing his heart beat next to mine
oh, but the night is never enough long
i do love waking next to him at dawn | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 4187 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/12/2008 4:29:10 AM | i do love waking next to her at dawn
to feel as though my hearts been torn
and lies between us in her hands
in ways i seldom understand
for bewitched i seek the knowing
uncaring of the seeds i'm sowing
then as two hearts beat as one
finally i'm overcome
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/12/2008 5:20:32 AM | finally I' ve overcome connection problems
and the world instantaneously advances
into the direction of forward
motion detecting the sensors of serendip
hastening to batten down
the hatches of maelstrom
and in the meanwhile
the ticketmaster is still selling tickets... | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 4189 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/12/2008 5:31:25 AM | the ticketmaster is still selling tickets...
to watch the couples in the thickets
curvaceous sweep of body bits
occassionally the flash of tits
muffled grunts that fill the air
truly are beyond compare
join the line and pay up quick
have some fun; don't be a dick
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/12/2008 5:45:31 AM |
have some fun;
and don't be a di.ck (unless that's your name)
in that case...a prick
cuz pricks are prickly
and aghast with the sickly
personality disorder shaped like hurrahs
at the expense of every other
flippin tom, blank and hairy 
edit to post
longte... i wasn't intentionally bein a prick or dick
words fell out of my mouth and then , I thought maybe you might of got insulted
--well I hope not! I like you're kind of hairy...LOL LOL
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/12/2008 8:41:48 AM | at the expense of every other
flippin tom, blank and hairy
nevertheless, there will be no more gloom
for those who are in distress
every warrior's boot used in battle
and every garment rolled in blood
will be destined for burning
will be fuel for the fire | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/12/2008 9:06:10 AM | will be fuel for fire
dredged in
oil of camphor
and birds of mirth
will go free once more
uninhampered to the tallest spire
to watch the flames of old
die away to dust
from dust and spread the dawn
with loves passion and lust
userped in the arts sciences
that promote the rise of gaia | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/12/2008 9:13:47 AM |
hey...
what happened here?
oh well
this is the final version...
sorry folks...
cont...
will be fuel for fire
dredged in oil of camphor
and birds of mirth will go free once more
uninhampered to fly to the tallest spire
to watch as the flames of old die away
--to dust from dust
and spread the dawn anew with loves passion
and lust userped in the arts-sciences that promote the rise of gaia
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/12/2008 11:46:56 AM | The arts-sciences
that promote the rise of gaia
Study the delicate balance
of every thing on Earth
How about chopping down all the trees in Brazil
Does that mean anything to the polar bears
When the ice is drifting away, further still?
We don’t care until it’s time to pay the bill | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/12/2008 12:36:43 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]
Ignored again... haha...
We don't care until it's time to pay the bill
It's apparent when reliance is self-will
Irritates me when the rhyme is no reason
But I'm here for but only a season
I love a good polar bear whose missing his ice
Shows how the earth is abused and bout ready to splice
As a lone star shines o'er the skies landscape
Open your eyes and voice your escape | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/12/2008 6:41:07 PM | Open your eyes and voice your escape
No longer to accept greed's pillage and rape
Silken suits masked vile hidden beneath
Leathered sheath sharp honed to breacheth
Little perhaps we can do to thwart empowered
Self serving paid for we ignorant ivory entowered
Closeth mine eyes to voice dreamed pretty escape
Clown courtship pleasures held, that bow an' scrape | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/12/2008 10:15:40 PM | Clown courtship pleasures held, that bow an' scrape
to no man, head always held high
in knowledge of truths we've no reason to escape,
each jester permitted to cry
when the wooing goes sour, the loved one departs,
emotion disguised in laughter,
but the pleasures held dearly in minds and in hearts
ready for whatever comes after | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/13/2008 1:09:46 AM | ready for whatever comes after
warry of artisans and word crafter
hearts cherished saved unexposed
scattered freely not unsuppossed
clowns in private or public embrace
in confidence to be of self undisgrace
pleasure held dear shared mind n' heart
spark of eye fired that to journey start. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/13/2008 4:03:05 AM | spark of eye fired that to journey start.
the first step begins with all my heart...
take a deep breath i am on my way..
looking for ways to appreciate the day
my goal in life is to be honest and true
i mean this simply from me to you
and to seek perfection in the flawed
and realize in each of us there is a god | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/13/2008 8:15:34 PM | and realize in each of us there is a god
every feathered creature teaches us that we are here
but for today to enjoy the seeds and pods
--even if we must hang up-side down like silly clods
or feathered gods and learn
from the pine siskin, how easy it is for them to live for today and love one another
it's that simple
even einstein could understand that, and he was complex... | |
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