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Posted: 4/21/2008 12:16:41 PM | Another Angel this earth has left
'pon wings so tipped of gold
and do those eyes so see the beauty?
or do they grown as cold?
For death come nigh as tear filled eye
gaze that stone as placed
what say you by candle hue
while fingers slowly trace..
Speak those names 'pon winds remember
all that made us one..
for in the end death smiles to all
and leaves behind not one......
..T..
Edit: oops, just noticed it was supposed to be eight lines...do I get a spanking?....please? | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/21/2008 1:02:45 PM | it gave the best it got
the remains of life and time besought
to be sent ashore without nigh a word
the villagers knew it is not absurd
the seeds had been planted
and sure as snow
come spring in tender mercies grow
old souls shall find the way. | |
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Posted: 4/21/2008 1:09:44 PM | Old souls shall find the way
so too will those that need find home
memories as painted portraits
etched in minds that keep them whole
Earth to earth as ash to ash
two coins drift heaven's lands
distance moot a smile returns them
to here, by loving hands... | |
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Posted: 4/21/2008 1:18:22 PM | bringing back the light
to here, by loving hands...
soothing the wounds with balms of herbs
let peace forever heal the lands
love oh why have you forsaken us
spread your feelers o’er the righteousness of time
somewhere oh somewhere is that precious brook
open to the windows of my mind. | |
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Posted: 4/21/2008 1:23:35 PM | open to the windows of my mind.
laughter, brilliance, a full lifetime
memories of a car on flame
she passed out five feet
from the volvo...overcame
the shock...the heat...
she told them to catch her
as she passed out at thier feet
(true story-she wasn't a passing out kind) | |
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Posted: 4/21/2008 1:25:56 PM | open to the windows of my mind
hhhmmm, let's see what we can find
as swinging from those treetops naked
has let me without time...
Now I lounge free as a jaybird
here by spring time's song
the suns a shining I wear a smile..
as I dream of skin tight thongs...
edit: damn, hate it when that happens....*goes back to vacuuming nude*...la de da... | |
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Posted: 4/21/2008 4:24:35 PM | the queen of shadows cannot disguise her thoughts
undulating in diamonds the fool went and bought
mistaking her pain for the wanting of things
he's happy for what the materials bring
not to this queen, the shadows hide more than her eyes
she'd rather be naked than cleverly guised
behind masks made of platinum, secrets of gold
whosoever art thou, just be there to hold | |
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Posted: 4/21/2008 6:25:09 PM | whosoever art thou, just be there to hold
be there forever, be there till I'm old
be there and add to the stories we told
cuz no one is gonna believe it
let them go to the city and get rolled.
let them make their mistakes and forget what they were told
let them shake in their sneakers and act like they are bold
cuz i aint buying that bullshit | |
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Posted: 4/21/2008 6:31:45 PM | Just be there to hold so naked, Oh no.
From the salvation Army dumpster
See, got you a closet full of frocks
And some “Retro” up to the knee sox
She don’t need blood diamonds
She don’t need blue water pearls
She’s trying to convince you
She isn’t like the other girls | |
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Posted: 4/21/2008 7:16:12 PM | She isn't like the other girls
she's one of a kind
don't think you can caress her body
without caressing her mind
in so doing you find out
there is more to life than sex
and what seemed so complicated
really isn't that complex | |
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Posted: 4/21/2008 9:21:04 PM | And I will quietly waft away
Across the sunset on a miniature stage
One smile and the world blends into rare hues
Water colours flowing together down a page
I should dare to say I will never tire of a dream
Sewn together by nature in gossamer thread
The world blends in by a master’s touch
A masterpiece in progress the meaning left unsaid. | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 4346 | |
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Posted: 4/22/2008 7:18:12 AM | ^^^^^^Women you are something!!!! hugs!!!
To live Life and Play
delicate balancing act
When ya practice what Rose has to say:
"Breathe in, Smile out!!"
Never to old either
to achieve Living Life to luxury
Pushing forward and upward
So you can play past 10p..m
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Posted: 4/22/2008 2:38:18 PM | whosoever art thou, just be there to hold
for it is better to be found than to be in the cold
for transparent as can be is better
by far than alone in a crowd all flustered and fettered
for who knows what the queen of the shadows
plans and concocts among the barrows
when the moon hides its face and the wind careens
while the queen lifts her mask to thwart a friend | |
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