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Posted: 5/5/2008 7:45:15 PM | Up hill battle to be well. Seems my sombrero doesn't take to this kinda smell
Likes the old dust and sun piercing blue skies. Hitting it like pelts into a vacuum
of dice. Laying it out all nice and velvety, flowing beyond valleys of denial.
Turning around and round as a sun dial. Flipping the flops around tight. Into a bandana.
Made out of yellow leaves
Fresh as banana. Vibrating pictures that enter before reality. Says ...
"I like this denial stuff" ... "if only I could ride out of town with it
for one more day" ... | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/6/2008 11:06:45 AM |  And then let's elope...
Make our hearts beat in one of
unison , while we dance on the clouds
Shout outloud all we dream!
When the suns rays disappear
I will always be near...
never faraway, thanks to this day!
Another love has been born...free! | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/7/2008 9:31:44 AM | Then I'll be in pretty good shape
Dancing to the 80s (yes I like the 80s stuff)
Doing my cardio workout
Makes me want to scream and shot
I feel good NaNaNaNaNaNaNa
Like I knew that I would NaNaNaNaNaNaNa
Keep it tightened up
Worth the fifty bucks. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/7/2008 3:07:15 PM | Inside your mind
The mental pictures painstakingly painted
Of what ought to be and what isn't
More often that not is no more than a daze of delusions
Invading one's empty moments
Filling one's empty calendars
Avoiding what is inevitably inevitable
Until the cobwebs are swept under the bed alongside the Dust Bunnies | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/7/2008 10:03:25 PM | until the cobwebs are swept under the bed
alongside the dust bunnies
i scratch my head, wish i was dead
and don't think anything's funny
don't want to be too crass, this too shall pass
i've had this feelilng before
i'll come 'round again, it's not a sin
yet in my mind it's war | |
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Posted: 5/7/2008 11:55:58 PM | Yet in my mind it's war
Time to tell you to hit the door
but then I start thinking of life without you
What would that be like?
You've been here so long
taking up my breathing room not giving much in return
You're crowding me man
I believe, It's time for you to go. | |
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Posted: 5/8/2008 12:49:44 AM | I believe, It's time for you to go.
Don't ask why because I don't know
I've given you everything you desire
But still we just don't have the fire
I looked into your eyes for days
Somehow I knew we would soon part ways
We pondered the universe we touched hands
But I found myself wandering aimlessly in no man's land. | |
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Posted: 5/8/2008 1:30:17 AM | But I found myself wondering aimlessly in no man's land
That's no way to live my life
I have things to do before I die
If your not with me, then your against me
I hope you understand ... I just can't do it no more
time for you to hit the door
Been fun while it lasted
For now, I'm moving past it! | |
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Posted: 5/8/2008 5:01:55 AM | for now i'm moving past it..
don't want to stay in the mire no more
soon i'll be laying in a casket
and be buried under the floor...
the time i have here is so precious
must learn to let things go
no longer want to be obnoxious
just want to let it flow... | |
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Posted: 5/8/2008 6:42:31 AM | just want to let it flow...
let this love cascade through my soul
let my true heart show
weaving lifetime tapestries whole
just want to let it flow
let it wind its eternal magic through
let this faith we know
explore the depths of love with you | |
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Posted: 5/8/2008 7:05:19 AM | mornin' ash
and everything feels right
timeless unfolding of destinies flight
across the wildest universe we reunite
within our bodies true fires ignite
re-kindle desire with full appetite
teasing and titillating true delight
holding each other in warmth of moonlight
rocking our worlds right on through the night | |
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Posted: 5/8/2008 10:00:44 AM | rocking our worlds right on through the night
as I gazed longingly in the pale moonlight
your kisses were sweet
your skin so smooth
even though I yearned for such joys
I watch you now playing with other boys
tears come as I realize now
you will never truly be mine | |
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Posted: 5/8/2008 6:00:13 PM | You will never truly be mine
Daisetta, Texas is sinking into the oil brine
Bush's state filled with tigers and the golden suit
Is falling to hell in memory of WMD and Beirut
Have you built your castle on the hill today?
The lambs for slaughter will follow your bray
I never wanted him to be for US
But then, Rosa Parks sat on the bus | |
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Posted: 5/8/2008 6:10:39 PM | But then, Rosa Parks sat on the bus
and she did it on behalf of all of us
future generation nations
yet we hold back with apathetic hesitations
watching while the ice shelf melts down
Believing that Harpers policies are sound
We don't have the courage that one woman had
or maybe we just haven't begun to get mad | |
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