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Posted: 12/4/2006 6:54:05 PM | of a boutifull school of whores
where yours!?
here along
takin in your song
and... without a BONG
see, you have judged me unfairly
but I don't care if you barely
ALIVE damnit
I'm on the edge
planning what you can't think of just "sledge"
that all that's washed up
when you think you're the only cup
of dessert for pleasure
without your ancienct measure
I've offended for sure, with your'
accord, i'm left standing at the door
to here you witch
don't you sound like a bitccch
wake up and don't challenge me
to a thought where you will be
unmatched, naked and through,
without me and without you
se la vie...
can't we all just get along...
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Posted: 12/4/2006 7:03:16 PM | can't we all just get along
pull our heads out from behind
come on up and sing a song
i think you've lost your fukking mind
i can't be offended, of that be sure
there's nothing you can say
to make me grimace, squint or blush
i wasn't made that girlie-way
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Posted: 12/4/2006 7:08:45 PM | i wasn't made that girlie-way
oh, c'mon shadow don't be shy
you can take,k you and I...
grimace, squint, and blush
only makes me know your rushed
not ready for "reality",
cut reruns are all too common
see, you hit the bottom
care to stand somewhere else
you'll just get lost as the host
skid away and hit the bricks
I'm not done with all my kicks
just go home and chill
I'll call you when I need a pill
not today, i can't muster
the feel of your custard...
no rhymes sublime, just accidents waiting to happen! | |
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Posted: 12/4/2006 7:10:35 PM | i wasn't made that girlie-way
oh, c'mon shadow don't be shy
you can take,k you and I...
grimace, squint, and blush
only makes me know your rushed
not ready for "reality",
cut reruns are all too common
see, you hit the bottom
care to stand somewhere else
you'll just get lost as the host
skid away and hit the bricks
I'm not done with all my kicks
just go home and chill
I'll call you when I need a pill
not today, i can't muster
the feel of your custard...
no rhymes sublime, just accidents waiting to happen! | |
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Posted: 12/4/2006 7:14:31 PM | no rhymes sublime,
just accidents waiting to happen
cutting your losses
while your jawin and flappin
me hitting bottom?
no, no not me
i can't fall down
i'm too high to see!! | |
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 456 | |
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Posted: 12/4/2006 7:14:42 PM |
I'm too high to see
that it was already high tea!
i wasn't made that girlie way
i ride a horse and play in clay
i don't pull sheets o'er my face in the morn
my feet are bare while eating corn
no use in painting up my life
children , husband and me a wife
that's really full of love and care
we all hang out in our underwear | |
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Posted: 12/4/2006 7:23:55 PM | we all hang out in our underwear
feeling for things that aren't really there
wondering where our popcorn went
while we were out back setting up the tent
fueling the fire of the fukknuts parade
insisting on games like gin and charades
wearing barely nothin to the fire tonight
hoping like hell i'll cause another fight | |
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Posted: 12/4/2006 8:07:41 PM | wearing barely nothin to the fire tonight
hoping like hell I'll cause another fight
Love to see them box in their underwear
Just sets me squirrelly I don’t even care
Who wins or loses Or who goes home with who
I just like to see them fight in knicker boxers too.
Workin up the sweat in that time old manley way
Just like bull moose in the woods they bellow and they bray
So I’m wearing next to nothing to the fire there tonight
And I’ll pick the bravest one to frolic with all my might.
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Posted: 12/4/2006 8:54:53 PM | I'll pick the bravest one to frolic with all my might
or maybe the one least likely to put up a fight
whatever comes first the chicken or the beg
I'm ready to fight for democracy and covers
but flirting featurelessly I'll leave to others
whoever runs first is chicken second to the beg
me I'm me can't stand to be outright pegged
so finger lickin I don't really need to beg | |
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Posted: 12/4/2006 9:32:35 PM | so finger lickin I don't really need to beg
he told the colonel that he ‘d stand if he had another leg.
But the one that got blown off was only just a peg
But man was he unwilling to, for that chicken beg!
So the colonel he took pity from his home at heavens gate
(He never made it in you see, they left him there to wait,
until the PETA finished with what they investigate.)
And sent a bucket to the man to help to satiate
The appetite that one legged man had made while limping there
To not beg for finger lickin chicken as if he didn’t care!
So we leave the saga here of a man with no leg to stand on
And keep writing poetry because the lines they must go on. | |
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Posted: 12/4/2006 9:50:08 PM | keep writing poetry because the lines they must go on
even when chaos seems to drive across the song
too many bongs in the middle of the day
leaving me scratchin and wonderin which is the way
Lost in line and lyic and tune
like it just floated off in a hot air balloon
teetering and tottering about some abortion like verse
crossed the median shifting my hearse into reverse
a light just came on as if from the other room
now I can scatter more dust with this electric broom | |
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MiTURN
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 463 | |
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Posted: 12/4/2006 10:18:25 PM | now i can scatter more dust
with this electric broom
thro away the batteries
just plug it in the wall
grab ahold of the handle
dream your in Nepal
when the stairs get snow on them
you may be on your way
to bliss or some enlightenment
don't pull the cord too tight
you may lose all your power
and your lava lamp won't light | |
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Posted: 12/4/2006 10:33:31 PM | your lava lamp won't light
with that match you found
your disco balls don't shine
while lying on the ground
the joint you rolled might be too tight
maybe your belt just don't fit right
I know your mind floats out of sight
as dawn replaces groovy night
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Posted: 12/5/2006 8:34:48 AM | (Thorb- I have no idea why I sent that email to you, ...and it didn't make sense to me either LOL.... apologies)
as dawn replaces groovy night
I tear my eyes open and squint
head pounding I'm a sad sight
can't even see from this blinding light
I need to slow myself down
stop acting like a clown
don't remember visiting here
and it wasn't the beer!
probably the holiday cheer! | |
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Posted: 12/5/2006 10:51:36 AM | probably holiday cheer
mixed with some everyday look
the window pain felt quite clear
so I dropped into the nook
now all around discordant sounds
floating on a gentle breeze
with whites and browns all over grounds
I was transfixed by her knees. | |
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Posted: 12/5/2006 9:15:56 PM | I was transfixed by her knees
and her look of dirty greed
encouraged by her pleas
shes all I'll ever need
I think I'm coming down
the buzz is all but gone
things start making sense
making "real" all too tense | |
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Posted: 12/6/2006 9:22:44 AM | making "real" all too tense to last
so now that tense is in the past
shun some tense to hold it together
then relax in tents in inclement weather
we can sing a song of six pence
with a pocket full of rye whiskey
that should be able to ease the tension quite well
don't break that bottle by being too frisky. | |
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 469 | |
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Posted: 12/6/2006 9:42:52 AM | don't break that bottle by being frisky
you may find out that when it's broke
it was an out of towner with his key
to a dinner party to be an English bloke
So dance now get up my friend in crime
this isn't any mystery it's just a little dizzy
put some gas in this loco, revved up chime
soon the day is going to get outta hand busy | |
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Posted: 12/6/2006 7:32:53 PM | soon the day is going to get outta hand
busy little beaver that i am
i've got to get some working done
before i'm thrown out on my bum!
but all i can do is sit and think of you
and wonder how i can be there, too
wanting and wishing for time to just fly
just to sit beside you, and watch our minds collide | |
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Posted: 12/6/2006 8:32:31 PM | watch our minds collide
firing sparks at atmosphere
feel the earth move
making previous worry disappear
touch a magic moment
cradle it with care
now bury this in your heart
and pretend you're already there | |
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Posted: 12/6/2006 8:40:02 PM | Pretend youre already there...
into silent glances and vivid stares....
Run into my abyss without a worry or care...
Fall into my depths of hell.....heaven is where?
Kiss me here...hold onto to what you see....
love me intently.....dream of what we should be....
Touch me right there...ever so passionately....
Make love to the soul of my own...never ending infinity......... | |
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Posted: 12/6/2006 9:17:53 PM | make love to the soul of my own...
never ending infinity while you
circle my breath serepticiously
swallowing my flesh & bone.
nary a sound in the universe ..
as you lick and devour carnivorisly on
my feast of love now bared and shaken
without a thought to the soul you've forsaken | |
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Posted: 12/6/2006 9:31:21 PM | without a thought to the soul
you've forsaken precious goals
struggled to become so cold
in the face of getting old
Heart hardened into stone a like mass
struggling forever to lose that past
you walk with it sleeping though the day
knowing they know that you know the way
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Posted: 12/6/2006 9:55:53 PM | knowing they know that
you know the ways
of the heart's path
you prick yourself to feel
alive again and you bleed...
a sticky warmth overwhelms..
your failing mind begs sleep and
across the ages love silently weeps. | |
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