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Posted: 4/27/2008 7:06:32 AM | Lasting through the years and the "and"
in life hand in hand
walking not on eggshells with every bend
but, in the sand with blue skies finding our rainbow
with a pot of gold there at the end!!
A true harmony in lives
Not side by side
As One, we fly high... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/27/2008 9:14:12 PM | Eyes closed basking in the sun
Upon a deserted beach
Everywhere the blueberries and roses grow wild
And the water laps contentedly
Like a kitten full of the milk of human kindness
The day has been good to us
Picnic on the beach
A special time for loving under the great vast sky | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/27/2008 9:18:19 PM | A special time for loving under the great vast sky
I swing along a mountaintop and sing a lullaby
cascade down the waterfalls and swim the ocean blue
dancing through the meadows with the one I love so true
Flying through the days when sun is shining from above
filling up the buttercups with the majic mist of love
galloping with winged ones across the great divide
where mystery meets merriment and casts all doubt aside | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/28/2008 6:29:34 AM | together we are whole again
afloat on the seas of sorrow
in tandem we can share the pain
looking forward to more tomorrows
though its always today and now
with a mind for openness
we shall always play some how
despite distractive stress | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/28/2008 6:59:05 AM | Despite distractive stress
managing to still find bliss
take'n a breath or two
slow'n down to smell the sweetness
cherry vanilla scent in air
caressing each others bodies, lathering on the gel
getting down into the naughty
Releasing!! Yesterday's stress... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/28/2008 11:58:10 PM | Releasing!! Yesterday's stress...
It's amazing how you've changed your dress
and now I see your costume reflects
for today you project the futures effects
We constantly look for a way to change
by such trivial things as the way we exchange
the way we look at such meaningless dances
how we know deep down we are all in trances. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/29/2008 3:37:50 AM | we know deep down we are all in trances
waiting on forever while we pose for the trends
blaming all our mistakes on wayward circumstances
still seeing through the haze that this is surely the end
xanax fog, ambien dreams
which one will be the death of me
which path to chose in this decisive game
it's coming to a close, forever shadowed in shame | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/29/2008 6:33:53 AM | it's coming to a close, forever shadowed in shame
remember the feeling, remember the pain
thought it was his fault that drove me insane
but no one but me to ultimately blame
i woke up in sorrow, i woke up in grief
and my tomorrows offered no relief
wasn't giving, wasn't seeing
wasn't living, wasn't being | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/29/2008 8:52:26 AM | Wasn't living, wasn't being
until that one special day
I woke up without a breath of my own
the machine was doing it for me!!
My Nine yr. old, standing there think'n "Mommom" was gonna die
Something I seen in her eyes
brought me back to LIVE LIFE!!!
An awakening from death... | |
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Posted: 4/29/2008 10:46:05 AM | the safety of shallows in the hole that i've dug
it's only three feet deep and yep, filled with bugs
i don't mind cause the terrorizer lives out there
waiting to take me down to the county fair
he was told i do a good impression of me
riding the clowns, eating pink cotton candy
i'm running as fast as i can with no relief
i don't want-can't want- that tale-telling thief | |
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Posted: 4/29/2008 5:18:16 PM | Hi Ms. Shadow Queen, nice to see ya!!!
I don't WANT-CAN'T, WANT-THAT tale-telling THIEF!
to take all I've worked hard for
not the money
but, my soul at peace!!
Stop'n the run'n when its safe
finding "HOME"
embraced
Ya know that special place! | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/29/2008 5:37:03 PM | Ya know that special place
we'll sneak off later after the race
wearing smiles and not much else
life is good with my little elf
laughing and dreaming all night long
lip sinking like Paveroti in a swan song
whatever they want we give without care
all so we can spent more time there | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/29/2008 8:33:03 PM | all so we can spend more time there
high in the mountains , in the cold fresh air
away from the city, from suburban life
up in the mountains where nature is rife
out of my head is where i need to go
far far away where life is so slow
where time floats away just like a dream
where everything is what everything seems | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/29/2008 9:29:43 PM | where everything is what everything seems, row row rowing and stitching
seams, partially spinning then partially weaves, all of last summer in brand new believes, inspired again, prepared for the trip, the earth has had her share of that big last poured sip, til minerals give way to the rays fine combine
nestling a warm place
where my heart will pine, dream, and wonder again, "where ya been?"-- and the day has just started no matter what I have seen, I'm busy, free'n, watching natures naivety seems quite well
well anyway my being is
certainly agree'n | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/30/2008 8:40:59 AM | certainly agree'n
I'm so glad you are a see'n
cause there's sumpin out there scratchin
I kin hear em unlatchin
they is comin for to get us
and theys got a big ol truck
my god almighty Martha
Clyde's nekkid and wants to fck! | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/30/2008 9:19:38 AM | Clyde's nekkid and wants to fck!
go out to the barn and hide the duck
you know how twisted that poor boy gets
with a double dog dare you or a bet
drinking an smoking til way past three
spoiled his pants so they's under the tree
guess he took it wrong but that's your luck
ya should not a said "go fck a duck!" | |
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Posted: 4/30/2008 9:48:22 AM | you should not a said, 'go fck a duck!'
the poor feathers of that bird were all but plucked
and clyde confused with out a doubt
started to holla and scream and shout
'oh what pleasure, oh what fun,
come on 'n join me, know you want some'
one look at that confused ol' clyde
i got into my car and went for a ride... | |
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Posted: 4/30/2008 5:33:28 PM | i got into my car and went for a ride...
cigarette in one hand ... illusions that never died...
concentrating on the road .... trying to abide...
driving faster and faster...... dying to hide....
escaping the world behind the wheel....
running away trying not to deal..
with lifes bullsh*t ..... ungluing the binding seal.....
never breaking down ... never wanting to feel..... | |
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Posted: 4/30/2008 6:17:05 PM | never breaking down ... never wanting to feel.
And I don't blame yall
when Clyde's your groom
Hide them animals he'll be home soon
Lock them in cages
Throw away the key
It just ain't natural
him being that free | |
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Posted: 4/30/2008 9:41:40 PM | Him being that free
What would he make of me
As I stand awaiting judgment hat in hand
Prepared to defend my final stand
Atonement for all the pain I've wrought
And time I served but wished I'd bought
On that day what will he make of me
Was I all the things I had hoped I'd be | |
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Posted: 4/30/2008 10:14:26 PM | Was I all the things I had hoped I'd be
Yes. Everything necessary in making just me
but what I lack is honest self appreciation
having too many voices shouting self deprecation.
Will the pages balance the good with the bad,
will the scribe understand the conflicts I had,
are there kind advocates for people like me
to read between the lines and say what they see? | |
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