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Posted: 5/18/2008 1:51:09 PM | the polar bear is dying to eat you
the seals are learning to beat you
the penguins aren't breeding anymore
that ice has left the antarctic shore
too much exploration for carbon based gunk
too much bad music by wasted punks
its a blowout today in that pennsylvania game
no I don't really need to spread the name | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/18/2008 4:08:53 PM | no i don't really need to spread the name
why must we focus on the shame
ignorance is bliss, and at times a bit trite
knowledge is power that will give us all might
words are the vessel to send message across
without the words, our life will be lost
so again your words provoke the need
for all of us have sooo much to heed
(hiya thor...hope youre enjoying the day...!) | |
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Posted: 5/19/2008 9:45:02 AM | For all of us have so much to heed
Lest the heart bleed in the unbroken silence
Salvation found only in the emptiness
Of a bottle even now emptier still
A pill swallowed to avoid remembrance
Of what is forever better left forgotten
The unbroken silence leaves so much left to heed
For a heart shattered and scattered like so many pills | |
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Posted: 5/19/2008 12:10:05 PM | For a heart shattered and scattered like so many pills
he rearranged the clutter on his window sills
then danced a jig to some unintelligable rap
until he felt that need for a crap
then off to the throne for some peace of mind
spotting a book to scan through the lines
as what went in tastey comes out with a stink
now wash those hands and go make a drink | |
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Posted: 5/19/2008 3:24:53 PM | now wash those hands and go make a drink
and heat up a frozen burrito
make up some line about some old crimes
and ask others to give you their credo
write sarcastic posts to trolls in the pond
just fishin' for someone to meet-o
till the sentries show up and you drop your cup
for you find your rant went delete-o | |
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Posted: 5/19/2008 4:15:00 PM | change (my) profile or be lonely forever more
but to be with most is to too much of a chore
to hear of nail polish, boob jobs, and their car
pushes my tolerance just a bit too far
Ode to my cohort who would save the earth
who claimed our deeds were our true worth
who'd change the world to a land of mirth
have grown to hoard things round the hearth | |
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Posted: 5/19/2008 6:19:39 PM | grown to hoard things round the hearth
he made a fatal mistake with ole Darth
being made from plastic for cheap transport
it just melted down while heating some torts
We wanted to pretend we were camping out
naked and singing we missed the shouts
now there is just a puddle of goo
we all know how that won't do | |
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Posted: 5/20/2008 7:47:54 AM | as I’m singing the blues
not rainbow colors or blossoming hues
courting depression with bouquets of tears
nestled securely in the strong arms of fear
waiting for the rain to cease
to pick from the palette of souls release
gathering the pigments of a brand new day
for in the garden prismatic I’ll stay | |
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Posted: 5/20/2008 8:58:08 AM | In the garden prismatic I'll stay
Dancing with sunbeams all day
not a worry come what may
planting pots made of clay
with bulbs and seeds and such
adding my green touch
a spade in my hand I clutch
the outside world's too much | |
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Posted: 5/20/2008 9:10:25 AM | the outside world's too much
enveloping me in wonder
my soul arises at its touch
sending my tears asunder
new strength is found on high mountain meadows
peaceful solace beside quiet streams
the grasses and blooms tickle my toes
the canvass before me inspires my dreams. | |
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Posted: 5/20/2008 8:22:29 PM | the canvass before me inspires my dreams
its blank right now but I hear its screams
paint a picture of your life
all the love and all the strife
all the people you have met
the things you know you'll never get
paint me that inevitable masterpiece
don't leave out your nephew or niece | |
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Posted: 5/20/2008 8:46:41 PM | the outside world's too much
the canvas before me inspires my dreams
sunsets and shadows,night skies and stars
winds silent scream of open your eyes
awakening the depths of every fear
wrapped in life for each breath we take
the canvas before me inspires
the cavas before me inspire
the canvas blank until that first stroke
paint visions,paint wanders,paint life
each stroke caught in memory spatters brillience
on canvas stark empty net
allow the star of you become sunlight | |
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Posted: 5/21/2008 12:56:08 PM | and a heart like her aunt . . . true
the sile shows through the screen
the baby sits typing, as you
express your smile through words ya know what I mean
take a chance
step outside the door
follow this new romance
let's take a walk along the shore | |
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Posted: 5/21/2008 1:17:43 PM | let's take a walk along the shore
topless and flip-flop less
enjoying freedom at it's finest
throw the cares in the wind behind us
...ocean front property in Arizona....
if you'll buy that, wouldja' buy me a burger too?
Burger King crowns are great alone
but it'd be hella nice to put one on you | |
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Posted: 5/21/2008 2:02:32 PM | it'd be hella nice to put one on you
we can sella spice for all fun you do
then see swella advice like its a new
den off to da races at two
quick to the wickets to place the bet
stick with the tickets you always get
tricked by a picket who flew past yet
when PoF blew da spaces you knew | |
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Posted: 5/21/2008 4:41:37 PM | when POF blew, da spaces you knew
robbed of cyber....recalled a time
with no t.v., no phone, no internet
and I was fine
keep my distance from places
....followers...faces......
suspicions are high...
i smoke a cigarette...and sigh... | |
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Posted: 5/21/2008 10:03:07 PM | makes me want to run away
"what was that boy?" - "what did you say?"
one more non smoker tryin to tell me what to do
if I could, I'd reach right over and pinch you
but i can't, so I won't
and I know I should quit but I don't
but believe you me, I will one day
and from that day forward in a straight jacket I'll stay
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Posted: 5/21/2008 10:07:34 PM | From this day forward!
In a straight jacket I'll stay(pardon the minor rerange!!!)
Now there try'n to make me think even harder
Dag, gone it, it ain't a cigs smoke your smell'n
It's my brain, melting to mind games
For I found the holes so I can type
That straightjacket on works if pull'd real tight!!
Smoke'n on the water, Fire in the sky........lol | |
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Posted: 5/21/2008 10:18:06 PM | smoke'n on the water, fire in the sky (lol)
i think to myself...what a lucky guy
he'd be if he'd ever tried to find me
but no such luck comes my way
so off i go to live my day
stumbling and mumbling
all along the way
i think to myself...i'll just do what i may | |
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