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Posted: 11/29/2006 10:35:35 AM | live long song for broken gongs
sharing bongs in chartruse serongs
its been so long since King Kong
so soft and strong did belong
Now you sleep alone with a dial tone
the only phone sound in your home
you roam in search of that new bone
combing websites you're shown. | |
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MiTURN
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 427 | |
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Posted: 11/29/2006 12:48:29 PM | combing websites you are shown
that is where you are goin
dial tone...listen for
....nobody's home
all frolicking at the keys
feeling as if they're in belize
cause that's the greatness
of this place tho it's no
placebo for
the real thing
it's a discovery found
amongst the many
holes in souls and
rusted penny
half the time your
taking time to feel
your way to your
own sublime
but it takes thought to feel the fraught
that comes as need and real
red bleed
be ready for the things you seed
i said i was i said i am
careful now
to weigh the gram
of obsolete that
no more make
a thing complete
build me up tear me down
but please don't
make me as your clown | |
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Posted: 11/29/2006 2:10:30 PM | Please dont make me as your clown....
speckled face....downward frown...
twisted spiral cascading down...
hollow alleys faceless town...
enter my life and bring a smile...
wipe the tears from the painted tile....
hold me close for just a while....
hold my hand and walk a mile... | |
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Posted: 11/29/2006 3:10:09 PM | hold my hand and walk a mile
throw the crap out with the bile
no pressure of public trial
everyone will see our style
be sure to bring some water
hand in hand makes you hotter
you bounce I'll be the spotter
dropped ball don't fret I got her | |
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Posted: 11/29/2006 3:16:26 PM | dropped ball dont fret i got her...
wanna play marko polo in water?
maybe some titter totter?
or swim a little like an otter?
just to play a little bit with me....
boredom succumbs my visibility...
cannot stand the quiet sea........
just type away at the fcking key........ | |
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Posted: 11/29/2006 3:24:12 PM | just type away at the fcking keys
dangling mind on a trapeeze
squirming sensuously trying to please
too late you notice rug buns on knees
as stinging reminds you of little bees
you wonder what it would be like in a tree
you already did that canoe on the sea
wait a minuite though that wasn't me  | |
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Posted: 11/29/2006 3:32:22 PM | wait a minute that wasnt me.....
that was a fcked up fantasy....
way beyond mere reality...
a pole and a nasty strip tease........
drink another...save me some....
we will share in the flavor or spiced rum...
get tanked and feel numb...
not realizing we look so dumb........... | |
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Posted: 11/29/2006 3:49:24 PM | not realizing we look so dumb
walking talking and squeezin bums
better not drink and try to run
though sometimes that a lot of fun
oh oh now my eyebrows got numb
we're sort a trippin over tongues
watch out don't step in the dog dung
I need a toke to fill my lungs | |
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Posted: 11/29/2006 6:58:30 PM | I need a toke to fill my lungs
Fly away on another high!!!
Creative minds do like to have fun...
Dancing among the stars in the sky!!!
Life is but a twisting, wonderous journey
ups and downs, spin arounds
A little something is just another key
to love's sweet sound! | |
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Posted: 11/29/2006 7:38:33 PM | To love's sweet sound
I raise my glass
to thoughts of good times and bad
to the things I often miss
to the gentle sound of a southern butterfly
gently floating so high
on a curtain of love
To a vision of happiness
feeding souls with laughter
and to the songs of love
echoing in the distance | |
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Posted: 11/29/2006 10:24:01 PM | echoing in the distance a peaceful division bell or William Tell
wouldn't it be beachin if Billy was itchin for something to sell
can't you just imagine that in your fat cat Garfield pyjamas
fairy tales from your the mothers brothers and grandmas
twisted tales of Alice in the black hole of a Hobbiton whorehouse
the farmer in the dale shooting the dog cause the cat raped the mouse
they'll tell you the one about me choking on blue swirls and butterfly wings
waiting for my shadow to come back to keep it real and straighten out things | |
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Posted: 11/29/2006 10:59:37 PM | waiting for my shadow to come back
to keep it real and straighten out things
Cutting no one no slack
I check the feel and grow wings
Take to flight to as far away as I can see
Gonna hear those stars sing
Learn their songs
Way down south where crawdads bring
Tears to your eyes , righting wrongs. | |
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Posted: 11/30/2006 8:37:35 AM | Tears to your eyes , righting wrongs
singing songs , unwanted good-byes
left without a shadow alone in the dark
feeling the torments and desires of the heart
taken too heavy for most often of late
trails down the neck leading to heaven's gate
walking in solitude to a beat my pulse creates
lets fantasy thought love erotically satiate | |
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Posted: 12/1/2006 11:26:08 PM | Let fantasy thoughts
love erotically & satiate....
Escape into the soul
of another's fate.
Know no destiny
just go with the flow...
flames of desire
Giving all you know.
Glistened w/sweat
skin to skin
the heat is rising
Passion indulges once again.
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Posted: 12/2/2006 12:06:54 AM | Passion indulges once again
as we discover ourselves
and our defined line of pleasure and pain
yes my love we can do it again and again
caution hides its blinds
and rarely looks behind itself
for a described vibe or simplistic same
it gazes within to find the ultimate blame | |
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Posted: 12/2/2006 10:48:37 AM | Gaze within to find the ultimate blame
adding fuel to the fire, a frozen flame.
sharing secrets of the soul
fantasy awaits....
Heights of ecstacy never known
Beyond reality, beyond tomorrow,
not even today.
Soaring even higher
to a place far away.
Taming of the heart
once bitter and cold
fearing no shame
Gaze within to find the ultimate blame!
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Posted: 12/2/2006 2:36:28 PM | Gaze within to find the ultimate
blame the thin fine line for a bad fit
praise begins to bind before you quit
stand to be counted and then you sit
with tables surrounding the dance floor
everyone's dressed to the nines for sure
showing clevage like an open door
waiving tail feathers trying to score
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Posted: 12/2/2006 4:33:13 PM | 
Waiving tail feathers
trying to score
Brilliant colors for evermore.
Thrusting chests bold and brave
Strutting their stuff
Come see the Rooster parade!!!!
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Posted: 12/3/2006 12:22:49 AM | Come see the Rooster parade!!!!
Marching right along
Not the very least afraid
Of ever being wrong.
Never once being concerned
About the mess that they create
Leaving their turd trail that they spurned
Down the middle of the street.
Strutting**** those perky parts
Are all out on parade
They never worry bout breaking hearts
Just how few they’ve laid. | |
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Posted: 12/3/2006 8:34:21 AM | They never worry bout breaking hearts
Just how few they've laid
Must be the male ego part
descendants of de-devil I'm afraid.
Never thinking who they might hurt
shameless in their demands
shameless in their flirts.
Must be nice to be a man.
Two heads to think with
doing it whenever they can.
then again I am grateful
to be the woman that I am
cuz tis better to decide
whether to talk to the head
or go along for the ride!!! | |
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Posted: 12/4/2006 4:39:34 PM | go along for the ride when it's time to go
prepare yourself for one helluva show
insert the earbuds down deep in your brain
and tell your mind to shut down it's refrain
keep your eyes closed on this journey down south
as i prepare your deliverance by mouth
feel me caressing and blessing your need
screaming and dreaming as i go down to feed | |
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Posted: 12/4/2006 5:42:44 PM | screaming and dreaming as i go down to feed.....
wishing and hoping to find what i need.....
washing away the fears and homicidal seed....
Returning to happiness thru my own thoughts that bleed....
Trying to find a heart well, true and free.....
holding onto hope of a walk by the sea...
full of passion and love so immensely...
giving to one who throws their heart onlyto me......... | |
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Posted: 12/4/2006 6:07:54 PM | throwing your heart into the sea
that is what will get you love for free
telling of life in this line
willing only get you played in time
i'm sitting on the sand so pure
just to look away from me is absurd
i spend only my days
wondering about your special daze
repeating stanza's, poetry games...
can't stop my burning flames
I need only comfort, to turn my methods
to one of that with superior
one that understands ballads
away from my stanza's... (sorry lost the rhyme, i'm a little buzzed) | |
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Posted: 12/4/2006 6:35:37 PM | lost the rhyme, i'm a little buzzed
sitting here, in a flurry of fuzz
feeling the need to break out in song
of last line's repeated all gone wrong
wondering what makes a rhythm complete
as i sit here reeling, lost in the beat
comparing the tune to the one we once sang
with your harmonious twiller and my street-wise twang | |
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Posted: 12/4/2006 6:47:39 PM | sorry babe that took too much timek (too much sh!t and in between, chill out thor, you'll get yourz)
~~~~me | |
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