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Posted: 5/21/2008 10:27:19 PM | i think to myself..i'll just do what i may
I'm no quitter anyway!
Luck found at Casino guessed
Winnings not personally blessed.
Free expression borne of depth learn
Friendships with desired for yearn
Smokes of choice and free exhibited
Dances in the garden uninhibited | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/21/2008 10:51:30 PM | dances in the garden uninhibited
under the moonlight glow
twirling around in exhibition
in circles 'round i go
then i find your hand, pull you in
and together we dance as one
in your eyes i see some sin
and a whole lot of fun!!
(tnt...nice seeing you play...hope you are well!) | |
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Posted: 5/21/2008 10:59:05 PM | A whole lot of fun!!
Standing naked in stanz, ah's
Inhaling your exquist wit of beaming
Lightly stroke'n the hair of beauty
Gathering of each other's hand
Dancing one by one, together
Intertwined within the wisdom of time
I revel in this state of happiness.. | |
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Posted: 5/21/2008 11:50:59 PM | I revel in this state of happiness
forged in the living truly blessed
dancing and singing having a blast
full of mood beams star tipped glass
wind at my back sails at full mast
leaving behind a eradicated past
set in the sun bound in night tales
entrepreneur of freedoms wail | |
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Posted: 5/21/2008 11:58:37 PM | entrepreneur of freedoms wail
embarking on a learning trail
listening to hearts unfold
life storries heard told
half full glass star tipped
optimist poetic ever quipped
half empty call the mal content
wondering where other half went. | |
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Posted: 5/22/2008 6:12:14 AM | wondering where the other half went
how is it that my life has been spent
half-blinded and carelessly
wondering what will be, will be
knowing i'm just passing thru
i continue to do what i do
eyes are more opened now
not wondering what, but how | |
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Posted: 5/23/2008 7:20:54 AM | not wondering what, but how
not wondering when.....NOW!
got soooo much moving to do...
and I still can't find that other shoe!
gotta "handtruk" that my dad let me borrow
too bad he's goin outta town tomorrow
I could use his muscles while moving this couch
dropped on my toe yesterday, I said a little more than "ouch!"
....moving....sucks.... | |
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Posted: 5/23/2008 8:39:37 AM | dropped on my toe yesterday, I said a little more than "ouch"
someone dropped my heart as well, wondering if I can cry on your couch?
looing for shoes, looking for love
Looking under the bed, looking above
whatever circumstances are lives are in
Its crazy , ya know? .... we're all in the same bin
Too much to do and too much pain
Our toes, our hearts,.....hope its not all in vain. | |
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Posted: 5/23/2008 4:11:54 PM | Our toes, our hearts, hope its not all in vain
My knees and my back, they are screamin' in pain
The sun may be out, but I know Its gonna rain
Cuz I feel some emerging arthritis
So focus and grind, its but a state of mind
if you fight what is evil and do what is kind
for all things are beautiful to he who is blind
the world keeps spinning dispite us | |
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Posted: 5/23/2008 5:20:21 PM | the world keeps spinning despite us
maybe trying to cast us to space
if we don't show her love and respect
we may end the human race
but the spinning will still continue
even without us here
a balance will be restored
until we reappear | |
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Posted: 5/23/2008 6:15:53 PM | until we reappear
does in the headlight of humanity’s tears
acid rain of yesteryears
corruption in a land of fear
embryos of a newborn jest
truth seekers put to the test
settle or fix scattered can of pick up sticks
a generation sighs to a world cradled in risk | |
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Posted: 5/23/2008 7:53:17 PM | a generation sighs to a world cradled in risk
timed squared in a New York minute wisk
headlamps capture fleeting momentarily fear
washed away instantly absorbing no tear
test tubes of created unnurtured born
little ones unknown why felt forlorn
profits high in the interim self serve
statisticly praised in profit graph curve.
(nice write, sunoir) | |
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Posted: 5/23/2008 8:29:15 PM | statistically praised in profit graph curve
corporate backslapping with no shame
so easily the wool pulled over
the eyes of the pawns in the game
while kings seek the endorsements of bishops
and knights protect their queens
the pawns just plod along
not knowing what it all means | |
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Posted: 5/23/2008 11:17:37 PM | Not knowing what it all means
pawns plod to an almost certain death
caught in another's self-seeking strategy
gone, obliterated without drawing breath.
Bound by similar short-step rules
we plod obediently from square to square
while crowned institutions sweep on past
scarcely noticing that we are there | |
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Posted: 5/25/2008 6:58:29 AM | Where the world is full of fraught,
with quiet moments seldom caught,
as they might fade like snow
upon a vicious, noisy tongue.
Where the world is what we'd dream,
with horrid moments seldom schemed,
as we might walk to where we go,
without a fearful need to run. | |
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Posted: 5/25/2008 8:23:43 AM | without a fearful need to run
we make up games to exercise
store the ammo and the gun
put a ball in a hole with a few tries
its started with stones and a stick
now its worth millions for some
others sit watching the sporting magic
while making waves of passioned fun | |
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Posted: 5/25/2008 4:45:16 PM | while making waves of passioned fun
telling tales of love that's spun
In webs they catch more than one
For fifteen, twenty and thirty five
none of above come back alive
Virus took them one by one
No need for guns
The battle's won! | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 6:54:02 AM | By what we do today
head'n down the pathway being me
never ask'n "Why?" when cast'n those lines
Matt isn't your "Average" Guy!!
Connected our worlds, Spun into ONE
Beautifully written in stone creations
sending "Why?" to oblivion---
Take'n that chance of a life time to happiness... | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 8:40:28 PM | take'n that chance
of a lifetime of happiness
throwing caution to the wind
it is more than happenstance
that my life began again
the time was ripe for us to be
a union of one...now my soul is singing
my heart is full of song | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 9:31:25 PM | my heart is full of song
Mozart overdubbed with Misfits
crazy rhythms that just dont belong
peace, rage, and all that groovy sh*t
get dressed for the opera and hit the bong
try on a tye dyed tux to see if it still fits
rubbin shoulders with yuppies while lookin like Chong
drinkin chablis and orderin grits
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