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Posted: 4/13/2008 8:28:08 PM | even einstein could understand that, and he was complex...
merci! what a VEX
where in the handbook does it decree
there will players, but not you & me?
the feathered ones are that for a reason
enjoying each in thier own season
another lesson learned in the book of life
walking away from it with laughter
not resentment and strife | |
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Posted: 4/13/2008 8:46:43 PM | walking away from it with laughter
not resentment and strife
this life is full of challenges great and small
each gift of friendship is the key to unlocking it all
we need to remember that each day
unfolds with a brand new set of challenges and joys
understanding and compassion is the only way to precede
and some how life will grace us with all the love we need. | |
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Posted: 4/13/2008 8:55:41 PM | and somehow life will grace us with all the love we need
once we are strong enough to open up
and truly see the light
in the shadows
make mole hills out of mountains
and scribble sometimes 'stead of
worry worry worry and think think think
sometimes love is a kite. It either sails or it sinks. Either way, love. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/13/2008 9:13:05 PM | sometimes love is a kite. it either sails or it sinks. either way, love.
can make one float, sink, or fly like a dove
somehow life will grace us with all the love we need
true friends from over the miles are voices we heed
the lessons written in parchment hold still yet true
there is one for all and some love into the blue
in closing, i'll add that for all that is said
nothing is better than i love you, mom...written in red
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Posted: 4/13/2008 9:19:48 PM | nothing is better than i love you mom...written in red
and forget the hue
the pen will spew, for it is taken
forever and a day, god forbid
my mom likes blue too
blue blue blue
I LOVE BLUE and I wear it too
But my mom ... she would most prefer green | |
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Posted: 4/13/2008 10:03:58 PM | The blue a peaceful hue
Of illusions painted prophetically
On the hallowed circle of infinity
Each star a symbol of an ancient tale
They shine in the darkness of a soul
As music fills the senses
Of the power of nature
As she dusts our eyes ready for intuitive perception. | |
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Posted: 4/13/2008 10:11:10 PM |
--the blue a peaceful hue like shiny new heaven
wafting in your window
paints upon your palms
entering through your wrists
at night like angelic balm
--the blue bathes you through your soul
in a swirl of skys bringing nothing but sweet familiar dreams
already read road maps that close the distance and places you out of time and in sync | |
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Posted: 4/13/2008 10:42:06 PM | already read road maps that close the distance
and places you out of time and in sync
there will be no resistance
just a moment to think
luscious rolling hills, alive with poppies and lupin
the wind is but a breeze, the air is sweet
looking closely, stoopin'
to listen to her beat | |
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Posted: 4/13/2008 10:54:14 PM | stoopin, regroupin to listen to her beat
holdin herself acrobatic as a ping pong
ball on the silly wire of lives on the heap
catchin a few whiffs of catnip
and letting it slip right down to her toes
till tears rolled and she had her
dessert
just as she thought ... eight more to go ... then she napped
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Posted: 4/13/2008 11:03:12 PM | ..then she snapped
silly stupid roads mapped!
roll down the top an' hit the gas
cruise interstate down whatever pass
open roads and blacktop
full throttle to never stop
desert dessert of cactus fine
open another bottle of wine! | |
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Posted: 4/13/2008 11:20:41 PM | Open another bottle of wine!
As his seed slipped down her spine
Another shattered glass on the pavement
Had Agnes feel bleary-eyed in enslavement
Her face burned in the bitter winter chill
Exposed breasts haunted an extended $5 bill
A trail followed the man with his lustful greed
Snatched, degraded and embalmed by his need | |
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Posted: 4/13/2008 11:22:10 PM | open another bottle of wine
make it last to the mesa fine
where we will swill tween desert dunes
listen to some blue bayou and cajun tunes
roast a red hot chili pepper on the dry fry pan
make some music fit for the eclectic bistro flying flan
and invite anything that moves out here in the high desert land
and speak the kind of language that the cacti can understand | |
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Posted: 4/13/2008 11:46:09 PM | and speak the kind of language that the cacti can understand
with top down cruising pinks of cadillac's dreamed grand
leathered jacket dreams relinquished freely provocative
drive in movies ancient unheard enamoured enthralled of
cajun not uncaged in youthful desires expressed timeless
feathered touches free butterflies enacaged of soul bless
freedom! blessed beyond youth nurtured in learning
well seasoned to gentle express that imprisoned yearning | |
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Posted: 4/13/2008 11:57:57 PM | well seasoned to gentle express that imprisoned yearning
of tender heart that has withstood all of hells burning
induced wrath with which there was no visible relief
as onlookers only shook fingers and heads in disbelief
to hold and recieve the nourishment that feeds
a rationed life of circumstantial existence
from every nook and cranny, or philosophers stone
can be the only grace that saves a soul that has found him so all alone | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 12:26:21 AM | can be the only grace that saves a soul that has found him so alone
speaketh music created that moves soul spirited beyond masked stone
poetic writings free winged upon eagle wings to perspective of flight
dancing on the wings of freedom released and cherished bright
expressioned in space seen desired with admiration in love's eye
passion restrained meekly, unrestrained then floods emotion cry
knighted black upon the castle courtyard gazes upon lone tower
longingly gazed upon with consideration to release imprison power. | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 6:24:15 AM | with consideration to release imprison power
i crown myself queen and decree the hour
of shining my lovelies upon your sad eyes
while stealing you blind with my majestic disguise
haha! gotcha...thought you got away?
nuh-uh, no how....baby blue, no way
i've seen you around, touring the joint bus
now get out that ballpoint pen and anoint us | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 7:26:31 AM | get out that ballpoint pen and anoint us
before the politicians make a big fuss
it isn't enough for some minority sling
to hold up the arms and point them things
poor sing an bling just ring round the fair
waiting for cupie to find them there
while eating the crap from a fast food stand
they look at the ground when sighting the man | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 7:28:53 AM | too slow editing...
they look at the ground when sighting the man
trying to make sense, what they don't understand
practicing playing political appease
saying whatever they know that will please
grabbing the limelight and twisting life's fate
carousing and wowsing, it's never too late
short circuit memory won't place the blame
tomorrow's new headlines are forgetting your name | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 9:06:40 AM | tomorrow's new headlines are forgetting your name
hoping we'll return the favor when called out in the game
playing for positions too detailed to ignore
i wonder if they know that we know the score
we've been here all the while, while they're spilling their lies
laughing behind curtains at our big, doe-ish eyes
they really believe we believe all their shit
we've all been here before, let's get on with it | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 10:05:13 AM | we've all been here before, let's get on with it
our lives have been shaded, its no time to quit
shocking i know it's really so easy
quit your ****in, and don't be queasy
your shadow follows wherever you go
bringing the skeletons along for the tow
so lets not fool around with this shit
now is the time, come on girl and bring it....
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Posted: 4/14/2008 10:25:31 AM | now is the time, come on girl and bring it....
i'll lay down the music, you come on and sing it
by the time the twilight's just rollin' in
we'll be swayin' and prayin' for the right to give in
temptation follows where ever you go
because you pull it out at the end of the show
i'm always pretending to be the one that you want
i can fake with the best of the peep-show freak taunts | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 10:34:03 AM | now is the time, come on girl and bring it....
welllll, come on darlin,i see you can sing it
if push comes to shove
can you really bring it?
can you carry a rainbow
from a misty mountain spring?
can you go from corporate to silly
in two.point three? | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 11:11:15 AM | corporate to silly in two.point three?
gas cost now $3. point39
Mileage gets 10. point 5
Still here many points of snow-ee
4.point 5 covers to keep me warm you see
Beer cost $15.point 98 a 6 pac
Pizza cost $5.point 00 and tax
Come over and share a beer and a slice with me | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 11:33:25 AM | I can fake with the best of the peep-show freak taunts
Come over and share a beer and a slice with me
I hang in all of your favorite old haunts
with the roll of a dice and a one two three
the majic number is up for us today
and it's all up for grabs if you believe what they say
there's never a time much better than now
put away the doldrums and jump moon with the cow | |
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