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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/6/2008 9:05:28 AM | our souls truly meet
no need to speak
sharing the street with our feet on the trail
it never gets stale or feels like a jail
hailing that cab back home
a touch of the eye or a comb
slipping a feel into being on the phone
flipping that wave makes ya feel not alone | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/6/2008 9:19:29 AM | flipping that wave makes ya feel not alone
I will cut that break and not pick up the phone
You can buy into this or but into the cone
for behind the cone there's but quiet
and maybe I forgot what Im talking about
so, i forgot, lets call it a route
my friends a come swinging, calling a route
lets shake hands and call it a riot | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/8/2008 10:30:27 AM | stew, boil or fry it
if i can watch I just might try it
just dont look at me and try to deny it
I know bullsh-t when I see it
look at the world and see it as choice
drive as a maverick or a rolls royce
live for peace and quiet or fight in the noise
the world will be what we make it | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/8/2008 1:16:33 PM | the world will be what we make it
and that's how it always has been
we pretend we are victims and fake it
selfishness outside our ken
we try to drown it in remorse
we dig for it a shallow grave
it surfaces again, of course
indulgence that we'll always crave | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/8/2008 3:58:45 PM | indulgence that we'll always crave
lately all night in a rave
feeling invincable versus brave
a moment of truth will come
some may shake within their shoes
some cover up and try to snooze
some toss the dice to win or lose
others turn quickly and run | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/8/2008 5:11:59 PM | of themselves to try again
but among their kind, its where they've been
act self righteous while to live in sin
just measure me please by my deeds
judge folks on actions, not what they said
what was accomplished, not what was bled
how did you live, not why you're dead
he learns soley the wanrning he heeds. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/9/2008 11:03:40 AM | He learns solely the warning he heeds
Despite his longings despite his needs
Whether to give or receive to love or to hate
With reckless abandon or careless debate
What passes today will likely pass for tomorrow
Whether bringing him happiness or bringing him sorrow
He learns solely the warning he heeds
When he searches his heart and goes where it leads | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/9/2008 7:52:40 PM | Walk tall where few dare
dance like nobody cares
feel the gusto in the wind of change
do your crying in the rain
we all feel pain in this life of struggles
every now an then we drop what we juggle
watch it bounce and roll away
put on a smile to greet the day | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/10/2008 1:36:32 PM | 
Put on a smile, to greet the day
Giving way to believe into tomorrow
Even a grin and bare it, would do
Everyone passes through
Change'n winds of wings flight
Efforts given, to move'n on
DON'T LET ANYONE OR THING INTERRUPT
Your chance for living, in the glass half filled up... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/12/2008 11:24:28 AM | Your chance for living, in the glass half filled up,
depends on your outlook and what sort of cup...
Some people savor it slowly through straws,
while others might guzzle the life they explore.
Some go all out, with lives shaken, not stirred...
And for some a more quiet mocktail's preferred.
But whatever your choice, remember the rule...
if you're drinking alone, life's half empty, not full. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/13/2008 7:40:24 AM | if you're drinking alone, life's half empty, not full.
if yhour drinking alchol then I say yea good call
but if its just some power aid
or lemon punch with you stir with a spade
then what the fk are we worried about
as long as you don't drown trying to shout
hey tarbender... another one here
you got a good tip now lend me your ear | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/13/2008 9:04:11 AM | a new me is found
strength and wisdom abound
a timepiece with mastered movements
a restless child with fantasies
a woman living with realities
in quiet as the hands count the moments
reliving the innocence to mend
safely swept into dreams arms again | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/13/2008 11:06:02 AM | safely swept into dreams arms again
carried downstream with a licentious grin
to the sweet abode that is nomened night.
knocked not on the moon,
just entered thru its light
sequestered from the loon
and all my amorphous shapes
blanketing peace worn as a cape | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/13/2008 1:26:43 PM | blanketing peace worn as a cape
Here's another image: sequestered loon rape.
So says this sequestered, out of tune loon,
Reflectively mooning La Lune.
I can tell by your cape you're a poetaster
Forming lovely words with no soul. Tis' disaster.
See this "amorphous shape"? It's my finger,
Having writ this tirade, it won't linger. 
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/13/2008 1:43:52 PM | Having writ this tirade, it wont linger
petty pokes from a preachy dinger
Rev, ya dont like my writes
I dont give two runny shites .
crawl back up on your cross
you wont be considered a loss
you think you know of soul
you know not a fraction of this whole. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/13/2008 1:53:05 PM | you know not a fraction of this whole
know of which is spoken first...
grab yourself a glass of tea
let it flow into the dirt
once gone, words cannot be
poured backwards into rhyme
instead realizing the sadness
of not thinking ahead of time | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/13/2008 11:14:20 PM | not thinking ahead of time
unprepared for what might come
missed opportunity making me
as in the song - empty as a drum
here, endless threads are playing out
we can either grasp or let them go
while respecting each other's expression
ideas left free to ebb and flow | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/14/2008 8:36:41 AM | Ideas left gree to ebb and flow
it comes and it goes
I prefer the "silky smoothe" (a line from a movie!!)
Attention to details
Massaging the skull of brain
inticing sense's, this way or that
"That's the Facts Jack!!" (Yup, another movie line!!)
Cover over heads left unmassage'd... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/17/2008 1:14:22 PM | Cover over heads left unmassage'd...
for they wont exist if left un-mirraged
as for my Triumph, it is still garaged
It seems to get stuck in second
point at others to show what they lack
stuck in second with a keg on my back
pick yer poison, it all still beats crack
then again who am I to caste judgement | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/18/2008 6:47:50 PM | who am I to cast judgement
on your filthy, bleeding mortal soul
who am I to post your sentence
though you are a true arse-hole
Be gone with you you piece of shite
may the world return in kind
the pain you brought to those tonight
to common decency you sure are blind | |
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