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Posted: 5/27/2008 9:51:04 PM | drinkin chablis and orderin grits
seems like a mighty fine time to me
then i'll play with all the bits
just think, it's almost always free
to walk into a psychedelic trip
a bit of cognitive dissonance for me
i promise i won't give you any lip
i'll behave myself and let it be.... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/28/2008 6:19:56 AM | i'll behave myself and let it be....
i look at those words written
only a night past
wonder what was i thinkin'
afraid to break the glass?
words so light, so heavy, surreal
all ring true to me
words, what what i thinkin'...i'll just let it be | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/28/2008 9:13:54 AM | words, what what I thinkin'...I’ll just let it be
with the edges uncurled and the paper unfurled
imagery of ink secured and succinct
timeless the ebb and flow of thoughts
bandages the soul from what life has wrought
amongst rivers of emotion calm balms of lotion
caressing a mind with no reason or rhyme
stepping stones of life beneath needles of pine | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/28/2008 10:03:14 AM | stepping stones of life beneath needles of pine
following the narrow trail to my grove
a sanctum surrounded by ash trees nine
a special energy there is my trove.
encircled with berry vines
and with early mornin dew upsproat mushrooms
giving birth to visions divine
insights beautiful free of the mundane gloom. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/28/2008 8:29:42 PM | insights beautiful free of the mundane gloom
for which I've never had mush room
being more of a toadstool one
gathering for Brownie Guide fun
with insights from eight-year-old perceptions
free of stifling adult conceptions
but, who I am I to moan?
To each his own, to each her own. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/29/2008 6:48:20 AM | to each his own, to each her own...
why not let our lives just be?
when someone shows me who they are
i will certainly believe
if someone wants to stay in pain
like at times i still do
let them relish every moment
until their time is due | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/29/2008 5:30:34 PM | until their time is due
they will think their lives are true
waiting their turn in queue
a-thinkin' 'bout what they may hump
and as they start to yearn
it comes to their turn
and then they may learn
they were waiting in line at the dump | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/29/2008 7:29:55 PM | Waiting in line at the dump
Not getting paid for their old junk?!
Smell'n to high heaven when they come home
Leaving the stinch under their shoes
Walk'n amongst others with no subterfuge
Just wait'n their turn'n frown's upside down
Releasing cognizance
Living life in peace of soul and mind... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/30/2008 6:53:18 PM | Living life in peace of soul and mind...
a rose placed from hand to hand in kind
sending out sparks of sensitivity
compassion mixed with a little levity
sealed with love to start
postage flight on wings of heart
delivery to eyes that see anew
free souls dancing in plain view | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/30/2008 7:26:41 PM | Free souls dancing in plain veiw,
step by step, follow two by two.
fire bright and moonlit guide me
merry met and blessed be.
each soul seperate, all are joined
turning, twisting dance we round.
Owl light, Raven Bright,
fly we now into the night | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/31/2008 3:18:40 AM | fly me now into the night
where right is wrong and wrong is right
time stands still then quickly fades
a mere second takes three days
one wonders and wanders and thinks and thunk
with all these words soon become drunk
going beyond were it all begins
graze the earth and begin again | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 5/31/2008 4:37:34 PM | graze the earth and begin again
carressed to savour earthly delights
wandering wondor fulfilled refrain
coloured rainbows observed awe lights
right to left heart felt no wrong
communicated shared each song
going beyond where it all begins
collectively shared winner wins | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/2/2008 2:13:06 PM | Don't let the parasites usurp us!!
The smallest of pesties, testy's
brain boggle'n force of insertion
try'n to quench thirst of acknowledgement
Force'd into persuasion of pertinaciousness
promising fun(ds) to overload the pockets
Theives of promise
Stimulus payment of future losses... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/2/2008 11:33:24 PM | Stimulus payment of future losses..
I made it simple and left my bosses
Sliced and diced my limited options
Of being a slave to greedy concoctions
Ever had a boss smile up with glee
Face frozen over.. cold but free
I tucked a blanket around that rock
To cushion the sinking of the sex-crazed cinder block | |
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Posted: 6/3/2008 9:02:45 PM | here comes the storm
with a ball lightning migraine
and thundrous heartache
rumbling, flashing, the torrent
no shelter sought in any form
embracing the dark rain
as it pools with tears into a tainted lake
I swim thru angst abhorrent | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/3/2008 9:10:16 PM | i swim thru angst abhorrent
thru torrential pain
am weakened by atmosphere's disturbance
and the words lost in my brain
so nauseated, cannot see
throbbing in my head
the answer is right in front of me
rather swim in torment instead | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/3/2008 9:27:55 PM | rather swim in torment instead
tormented worse tethered to bed
quiet angst of spirit soul subdue
angled controlled by powered few
fighteth 'gainst with word of sword
law tripped upon written of own accord
unrighteous passers by of laws righteous
swim upstream away to pleasures obsess | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/4/2008 7:39:47 AM | swim up stream to pleasures obsess
heedless of the fractured mess,
Ah, but I must confess
what is damned is surely blessed
soil and ash scattered to the wind
silent screams join the din
hopeless now, still play to win,
breathless in my own chagrin. | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 6:26:46 PM | breathless in my own chagrin
dare live try to live again?
blindly now I tread the path ,
measured step, to the last.
but wait, the labyrinths snakes on.
second sight leads twords the dawn.
knowing now the path I find
leads me to a place sublime | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/4/2008 6:53:46 PM | hug'n ya!!!!
Leads me to a Place sublime
elongation of lines forming new world
seen with these eyes, a dream
coming true in the reality I sought
came knock'n upon the door
when I wanted to give up
Fear not, what was instore'd
Opening the doors to spring in... | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 7:47:53 PM | Opening the doors to spring in..
Bird mocking on sill, now within
Household perched on ledge aloft
Present now beyond pane scoffed
Blackest bird now in the house rest
Rideth of scorned have tried that best
Opening the doors for fresh spring air
Lilac blossoms fragrant appreciated fair | |
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