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Posted: 4/15/2008 7:21:00 AM | regaining freedom, regaining her right
a stinging left to stop the fight
a kick to the groin, a chop to the neck
may often put you on the deck
so duck and weave, always beware
a bumpy ride, it's tough out there
keep this in mind to find your mate
good things come to those who wait
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Posted: 4/15/2008 7:39:55 AM | good things come to those who wait
we play to the left while the field lays straight
mixing it up with twisted view
on what comes and goes for me after you
so let's play the cards til the day has done
what it came to do with a little sun
burning up the land with our greenhouse gases
injecting affection to slay the masses | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 12:43:09 PM | injecting affection to slay the masses
infestation of emotional gratification
a spew of love
mixing in with hugs
or maybe, just maybe
naked stance with a hard glance
enticed by waiting thighs
closing my eyes as you lay me down... | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 2:09:25 PM | closing my eyes as you lay me down
I feel you much deeper, when I make not a sound
my hands in your hair, holding tight, say enough
for even a gentleman, sometimes, likes it rough
The kisses you give are a sweet contrast
to the soft ones you gave when I seen you last
I'll bite your lower lip.....if you'll grab a little tighter
passions hold and hunger....has turned us into graceful fighters | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 3:08:30 PM | Passion's hold and hunger has turned us into graceful fighters
Relentless pursuit of tastes untasted though tempting all the same
The wise one waits whilst the wary flees though youthful indiscretion pleads
Relaxed in reticent ramblings ever respectful of carnal rumblings
Devout in determination despite exasperation at the bounty laid out for all to share
A taste not for timid tongues yet timely tales of conquests sung
Between bashful boys upon summer shores though no truths be told if nothing more
So comes the Spring refreshing all once more as it always has and done before | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 3:20:35 PM | So comes the Spring refreshing all once more as it always has and done before
the door to the shed closed once more for fall and winter to even the score
like summer drives across the lake it takes too long and may forsake
that break you need between cooking steaks and potaoes that aren't fake
Ah the wash is on the line with blues and yellows looking fine
in time the wind and sun will shine to make you feel devine
sighing for the sake of it without a though about the spit
you sit and wonder more often than not about those missing pits | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 8:45:52 PM | you sit and wonder more often than not about those missing pits ,fixed by the carpet mender guy, holes flush lined up with the existing pattern
--is what those guys claim
but they are what put the area rugs in a class all their own;
first class, then, use and
abuse, when ready, throw those suckers out
I found there is no need for getting such a permanent wall to wall
shag
(you might check out the going rate of a pit fixers clout...)
scratching head lol | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 10:08:43 PM | untold was the tale of the pit fixers
you might check out the going rate of a pit fixers
My (Pit viper) snake’s pit is so dingy and cold
I could get the pit remodeled to look like new
He won’t hang out there anymore since he got old
My favorite Snake sure needs a nice pit to hiss in
Instead of sleeping on my pillow every now an then
In the dark I hear him flicking his tongue close up
Cat suddenly disappeared after the snake showed up | |
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Posted: 4/16/2008 7:17:31 AM | just wanted what i wanted, even when it wasn't there
I waited through eternity and laid my soul bare
I answered all the questions and signed the bottom line
Hoping that this fantasy would some day be mine
I read all the right publishings and followed all the news
I sifted through the archetypes, unraveled all the clues
I painted dreams in hologram and breathed my heart into
the possibility that came when I fell in love with you | |
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Posted: 4/16/2008 7:47:13 AM | passions hold and hunger....has turned us into graceful fighters
I have come into my garden, my
sister, my bride;
I have gathered myrrh with my spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb
and my honey;
I have drunk my wine
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Posted: 4/16/2008 8:05:55 AM | the possibility that came when I fell in love with you
left me at the fridge preparing for a stew
the vengies were moldy or soggy so I threw
it all to the compost and started anew
I found where it jumped way back long ago
then off to the races with seed thought to sow
like some missing part of the puzzle in the back of the show
the monster got loose now where should he go | |
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Posted: 4/16/2008 8:38:34 AM | with his a-writh-matic bum
Ya know doc, don't want to sing a sad song
Before this condition started
I could , ask her...I could go all day long
Give me some meds
to make me feel "Hole " again
She hasn't been happy
Since I don't know when
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Posted: 4/16/2008 8:58:12 AM | She hasn't been happy since i don't know when
he's strumming a tune that just reeks of pity
she's sitting at bay wondering about him again
while he's lost in the flow and ebb of the city
she's stuck in a time warp, a serious case
he's wrestling corporate monkeys for time
she's struggling, in fact, to remember his face
while he's losing the fight, losing his mind | |
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Posted: 4/16/2008 9:23:55 AM | while he's losing the fight, losing his mind
we've got budding Bushes, three for a dime
Simpering fools that gladhand the news
more bombs are dropping while the westerners snooze
fill up your guzzlers and one for the road
mind bend reality with the next episode
Making excuses and new laws to shelve
distract your awareness till 2012 | |
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Posted: 4/16/2008 11:07:40 AM | I don't know how to fix
this life of pick up sticks
shoulders heavy from the load
still driving down the road
No book no answers now
A bottle would help how?
I'll fly through by the seat of my pants
intricate moves of the dance | |
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Posted: 4/16/2008 11:38:40 AM | does love ever stay the same
during intricate moves of the dance?
will you ever whisper my name
while we second guess this second chance?
all questions leave me requesting
from the chosen few
the lonely, only whereabouts
of the not-forgotten you | |
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