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Posted: 4/19/2008 4:15:15 PM | Shame tho' he was the unlucky one
When the bullet found his head
He feel over on the bed, dead!
Poor ol soul, thought the gun was not loaded.
Oh, how he'll be missed
Family and friends packed the church house
Flowers of every shape and color stands proudly
A beautiful welcome to heaven. | |
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Posted: 4/19/2008 6:13:49 PM | A beautiful welcome to heaven
The horse drawn carriage was seven
An ornate, golden box held the remains
Of rich, guilty deeds hidden in his veins
The black lines were weary-eyed faces
Friends & family had missed all his traces
How could they know, how had they missed it?
All the king's men had the horses by the bit | |
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Posted: 4/19/2008 6:57:05 PM | All the king's men had the horses by the bit
to fulfill the kings dictum that horses get hit
and the village idiot still had some wit
but the stable hands stopped giving a sh-t
And repunzel's locks from the tower did flow
and the hay fields waved as the breezes did blow
so the king was an idiot but the idiot did know
eceryone does reap just what they sow | |
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Posted: 4/19/2008 8:22:23 PM | Everyone does reap just what they sow
Not far from the tree is an apple apt to go
Plant not bitter harvests lest you taste tainted fruit
Malus from malice souring the wood at the root
Ill intentions best left on a withering vine
Will poison the cup of the sweetest of wine
Everyone does reap from the harvests they sow
In the end it will end as it will probably go | |
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Posted: 4/19/2008 9:23:42 PM | In the end it will end as it will
probably go out like a lion
or come May
In as in fountains and jewels all a glitter birds will twitter ... rooties will bitter ... lol
but the owl will keep watch
of rodent ways and the hombre glaze... hoot hoot hear him call, at evenings fall
he has perched his place
on a wire mid sky | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 12:18:54 AM | until she kisses the sky
she won't know how deep she's been
chasmed depression haunting her
high clouds wipe the slate clean
until she kisses the sky
she won't appreciate the world below
see her gather helium balloons
and over the rainbow she'll go | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 5:23:52 AM | and over the rainbow she'll go
gazing at those left down below
swimming through air as fast as she can
how wonderful it feels to be free again.
Mobility returned, she travels so far
new sights to see ... cutting all the roots of her tree
they only served to keep her held prisoner
in the jail of her own making | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 6:31:10 AM | No boundries shall hold me, I'm free
I heard as they sailed out to sea
not realizing the ocean around that ship
was better than guards fully equipped
The rail was easy to jump right over
though nowhere's past that simple border
Davey Jones is the freedom from that place
so wipe that smirk off your face. | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 7:06:38 AM | so wipe that smirk off your face
and jump back into the human race
work your bones into the grind
that is where you will find
the meaning that you seek
is not reserved for the meek
but for those who give up strife
will find the true meaning of life | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 7:21:17 AM | will find the true meaning of life
on a little boy's face
as he balances his life
on rollarblades
watching his big brother
skating forth & back
lurking near him in case
he falls flat on his back
yet last night
he did fall to rise again
much like his moma
the phoenix trait
carries on
the ice was intimidating
yet being the mom i encouraged
you can do it! | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 7:37:13 AM | the true meaning of life
is more riddle than epitaph
more brittle than fractured glass
in a word... it's meaningless, so why ask
the true meaning of death
is more vivid, more livid
for life is just a doorway to death
and death, well, thats the answer to life's meaning | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 8:26:41 AM | you can do it
thats the answer to life's meaning
there are no limits
to the wisdom we are gleaning
we live and learn and then we die
we come again without a why
we clasp our hands with another who
which lifetime will we find our clue | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 8:44:27 AM | which lifetime will we find our clue
are we given what we're due
or have we simply settled for less
never thinking of the best
the best may not be material things
but what love and happiness bring
the peace of spirit and of soul
forever will take to achieve my goal | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 10:38:47 AM | i have the gift...
but am not quite sure what it is
we all have something to give
to make life better to live
closing my eyes, breathe in peace
show kindess in my words
this i can do in the least
so the world won't be so absurd | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 3:19:46 PM | so the world won't be so absurd
we divide everything into trade zones
then make you say a magic word
before we let you use the telephone
now after a minute or two with your mom
the operator comes back on
she will politely tell you "stop suckin your thumb"
then hit you with her magic wand | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 5:00:29 PM | then hit you with her magic wand
back again a quiescent island
between time and hourglass sand
days unseen in bliss encapsulating tryst
dancing amongst the hills under sunsets kiss
talismanic mind spinning threads missed
unicorns serene beckoning the rider
take me home halcyon take me higher | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 5:16:06 PM | take me home halcyon take me higher
immolate with passion's fire
where yourself and I would end
welded seamless soulful blend
ride, my carnal nightime muse
when I'm with you troubles loose
rock me 'till I cease to think
and by still pool, your essence drink | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 5:23:07 PM | and by still pool, your essence drink
and forget the scum that algae some
crocodile will bite your thumb
if you suck too hard it might come
off
as a rule crocodiles and tears, ... well,
they knows how to jeer so pucker up and drink this soup...from tangier... | |
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Posted: 4/21/2008 7:17:19 AM | They knows how, to Jeer!!
So pucker up and drink this soup!
From Tangier, a beautiful restaurant!
Gruyere Crouton!!!
Salty, sweet spiced, Crouton topped
Served along the salad of Land, Air and Sea
Wonderful luncheon for you and me!!
No need to ridicule for wanting to feed.... | |
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Posted: 4/21/2008 10:02:51 AM | wanting to feed on the lines that you let
trying so hard to fucking forget
there's no way of knowing which way we'll go
when the lights dim down at the end of this show
it's the refusal, rebuttal, reneging of it
salty-sweet lies covered in wit
dripping intentions never thought of again
our time is coming, you just say when | |
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Posted: 4/21/2008 11:38:58 AM | you just say when to stop this seduction
when the blowing should turn into suction
when a position is just out of whack
if you would rather just sleep in the sack
just say when the time is alright
when in the dark or leave on the light
tell me to pullover on the freeway
its only a word that you have to say | |
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Posted: 4/21/2008 12:11:07 PM | its only a word that you have to say
yet goodbye still stands in the way
in doing so, not turning back
does it make up for all we lack?
rest the hands of time
cover the sounds that rhyme
stop still the breath
another angel this earth has left | |
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