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Posted: 5/14/2008 9:39:58 PM | [nice one ice and hammy too]
now its gone and that aint right
but gone it is and outta sight
new day tomorrow sweeps it clean
and new beginnings are ever seen
the cycle turns and so we too
and in each day is much to do
dont ever waste a single drop
the day you die, the day you stop | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/15/2008 3:26:28 AM | the day you die, the day you stop
is the day you will not need a cop
hop that bus to the other side
the fairy people provide the ride
slide in tight there will be more than you
for thousands go every hour or two
blue and green won't mean too much
the rest of the world will be out of touch | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/15/2008 7:47:54 AM | the rest of the world will be out of touch
like some folks are out on their own typical perpetual lunch
not thinking, not feeling, nor daring to live
dried up has~beens too tired and not caring a whit
so's i guess it's all left up to each of us singularly; i hope you agree
it's no enigmatic riddle to make real differences collectively
it's just simply like minded people who really do care
to take thoughts that step further reality when they dare | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/15/2008 10:18:15 AM | to take thoughts that step further, reality when they dare
takes courage at times and sometimes its quite rare
for to dream for some feels so much safer than reality of the walk
and the hot air gets muggy from those whose actions are all talk
we live to learn and in living the dream, truth must play a part
it takes conscious decision, forward steps and always strength of heart
for without risk, there is no gain, in life or in finding love
holding back binds your soul and releases tears from up above | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/15/2008 10:04:49 PM | to touch our hearts again
a simple smile a long lost friend
to reap the years of harvests gold
turning pages while the story unfolds
in the still of silence to sit and ponder
seeing with eyes of childlike wonder
eternally felt blessedly replete
along life’s road to finally meet | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/15/2008 10:56:46 PM | along life’s road to finally meet fate
like that moment you felt irrate about the bill
thought to kill something only to find
time would surround the will
moulding nothing tangable for now
twas but a nanosecond of doubt
a shout from the gallery makes you turn about
too fast to think the past goes bye in a wink | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/16/2008 9:23:37 AM | the past goes bye in a wink
like water flowing out of the sink
you sure don't want to drink it down
yet it does some good in the ground
filtered by the micro organisms
stored for thousands of years
when all is done and it falls in the sun
its like angels shedding their tears | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/16/2008 11:19:01 AM | it's like angels shedding their tears
all you see, is the mist created
you don't see the beginning or end
can't remember what they mean
Nothing special on those days
woke up breathing and that's ok
The best part of the day
Right before dark gives way ... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/16/2008 4:30:08 PM | Thaw like garden soil
Add fresh soil and organic matter
Bit of sand will keep it well drained
Don't want new roots to drown
We want them to thrive
Nourishment and protection work best
Spring thaw is the best time for new mulch
Then kick back and watch your flowers bloom | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/16/2008 4:55:10 PM | disharmonizing hoes
creepy chickweed and dandy lions
are both beautiful
in their own way
cinnamon fern fiddle heads, wild strawberry's on grass
go as it grows, fighting nature is stupid
for a weed is not a plant at all
a weed is a state of mind | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/16/2008 11:07:10 PM | get some dancing in with any luck
hey lucky - no luck you need
just a soul seeking release
and on the music you'll feed
and remember as you dance
that these kindred souls feel you
through music and rhythm
you'll recall the "real" you
(and on that note I'm taking my drunk ass to bed....glad I could dance with you a bit Lucky before the night was through!) | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/17/2008 8:45:34 AM | (dayum....did I write that?..lol...i kid)
you'll recall the "real" you
just as soon as the headache goes away
and your friends, they'll "feel" you
when you call them today
ssshhhhh.....easy now...
your voice sounds like a train
gotta fix some grub and drink some water
so we can do it all over again
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Posted: 5/17/2008 1:26:23 PM | so we can do it all over again
we pretend it never ends
forget what we did the other night
order more pizza and take a few bites
kick off the shoes to feel a warm rug
cuddle and kiss inbetween hugs
all for the sake of feeling for love
sometimes we even try drugs | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/17/2008 7:48:00 PM | will keep traveling along
although the roads seem rougher
and maps are now misleading
which only makes us tougher
we have to search out signposts
to negotiate unfamliar land
and find the pathways leading to
those who offer a welcoming hand
(In abundance around the pond) | |
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Posted: 5/18/2008 12:08:05 PM | those who offer a welcoming hand
can come round here to work the land
those who think but of themselves
should walk in silence with mis-shapen elves
for in the end we shall know
we missed the process and watched the show
death march of penguins without snow
for the polar bear is dying | |
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