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Posted: 4/25/2008 8:11:55 PM | But nobody had any caps for the starter's pistol
so the race never left the apocalypsol
state of mind arguing with it's own demon
wake from this nightmare collectively dreamin'
Vietnam followed the ghosts of the four
Kent State get down with your hands on the floor
histories happening over again
The new Armageddon still plays the old game | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/25/2008 8:59:50 PM | The new Armageddon still plays the old game
Whether the rules change or remain the same
Four horses bear riders even paler still
Ill tidings biding time haunt the wintry chill
A laugh alas a lapse in time perhaps misspoken
Despite the flaw and rules so casually being broken
Were I of a mind less doleful than delightfully decadent
I might bushwhack the turning tide and set a new precedent | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/25/2008 9:01:13 PM | The new Armageddon still plays the old game
Some things never change
All in due time
We will find the golden line
And follow to the end of the Earth
or is it a place of rebirth
to do it again and again
familiar mind does turn and grin. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/26/2008 7:37:04 AM | Familiar mind does turn and grin.
So many have forgotten that laughing is not a sin
while those who cry out in pain
from wasted bullets and bombs
and situations we must regain
our sanity respect never to feign
the love of friendship compassion
and strive to condemn the most evil of games. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/26/2008 7:59:38 AM | Friends help it begin again
When my reserves are running low
my friends are eager to show
a new path on which to go
Hand in hand we'll walk, run, jog, swim
Whatever strikes our whim at the time
we'll do what feels right
and we'll dance in the sunshine .... together.
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/26/2008 11:12:27 AM | we'll dance in the sunshine....together
but if it is inclement weather
we'll simply take it inside
not to be denied
for when you dance you defy aging
time stands still, hormones raging
blind leading the blind
doing the bump and grind | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/26/2008 2:48:30 PM | when the music's no longer there it will take time
a rare metronome to sustantiate it's claim
that classics are best suited for the formally attired and faint
of heart I'm afraid fear of looking foolish chalks it up high
The high browed and flawlessly bred have standards and impeccable taste
won't dare waste ... derrier on rare, medium or medium rare , they will have their music ........ "well done ... on a bun ... hold the relish ... poupon for me "...
excuse me a sec...
"Waiter" ..... "this gentleman would like his Poop On"
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/26/2008 2:57:51 PM | of lovers in each
others arms outstretched
and grabbed hold tight
no loss in sight
made of templates
through the night-feathers fallen within eye sight
adjacent blades of grass stalk the hill
and roll down to the timbers swimming shallows of camouflaged brill | |
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Posted: 4/26/2008 7:02:53 PM | and roll down to the timbers
swimming shallows of camouflaged brill
floating quietly and ever so tender
into the night of the still
the silence and calm of the eve
brings such peace and joy to my soul
nothing more will ever be need
to make myself whole | |
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Posted: 4/26/2008 8:14:51 PM | while never growing old
passion burns deep inside
oh.. the story goes...
baby, take me for a ride...
to live life and have fun..
i can't deny it
frolicking in the sun..
come on baby, try it!
(nice to see royalty..hope you are well, shadowed one!) | |
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Posted: 4/26/2008 8:35:56 PM | to watch you have all my fun...
is to sit and ponder in the summers sun...
to wonder and question of simpleness set in the undone....
how do i explain the ignorance to my son,.....
to watch you smile and never cry,....
is to know you dont care and will never deny
the wrongs you did and the pain that will never die....
the tears you shed in the tears i forever will cry... | |
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Posted: 4/26/2008 8:43:10 PM | the tears you shed in the tears i forever will cry...
sister they just stick in the eye
oh my
like a stye going on forever
a led feather taunting the weather
I dare you to bake me a pie
moisten the dough with that cry
then tie a bow to say goodbye | |
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Posted: 4/26/2008 9:18:39 PM | then tie a bow to say goodbye
around your empty gift of worthless emotion
empty of feeling, its lasting lie
the words you used to promise devotion
I'll use the ribbon to tie your letters
for a healing ceremony of burn and scatter
and free at last from unkind fetters
I'll rearrange my life around things that matter | |
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Posted: 4/26/2008 10:52:06 PM | They don't share a room
another green card wedding?
be dissolved in a couple years
Maybe love will grow
and they'll stay together till they are old
Get real, that don't happen!
Read it in a book once
Must have been a fairy tale. | |
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