| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/18/2008 7:58:41 PM | to common decency you sure are blind
a mind so behind the line was defined as slime
slithering goo for all to do as you would have a stew
with others' dreams and hopes and schemes being reamed
cream for that coffee of pride
he may slide alone with a cellular phone grafted so near
the ear gets lost to rear seat driving for at least six beer
makes me wonder who's going to steer this ship of fools | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/19/2008 7:34:20 AM | heavy bags no longer in tow
I dropped one once, I lost a toe.
It spewed its guts of tainted jocks,
of frills and lace and cartooned socks.
So travel light when next you do
it's much more fun I tell you true.
A toothbrush and a pair of sunnies
and if you must, a pair of undies. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/19/2008 11:12:00 AM | and if you must, a pair of undies.
toothbrush, t shirt, various sundries
laugh at the folks doing road trips in humvies
who cant get a gallon of gas
pack in a pillow case, head to the cape
jump in the ocean, search for escape
pull into IHOP for a blueberry crape
I cant help but loving your sass
(the door is open)
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/19/2008 1:01:30 PM | puff, puff pass the grass
up, instead, take this needle:
"Your mama wears army boots!"
(Interjection not injection)
For ALL is not in vein.
I love your edifice, curvelinear complex,
Let's have sex!
Then slop up tex-mex,
Not caring about a stain,
For ALL in not in vain. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/19/2008 2:02:42 PM | [which two lines should I ignore to make it 8?]
for all is not in vain
just twisted into inane
not really clinicly insane
just waisted like so much grain
left out in the rain
not feeling others pain
comicly narcisistic brain
washing down the drain | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/19/2008 9:41:13 PM | washing down the drain
the blood I spilt in pain
the innocents I've slain
my soul now bears the stain
Whose sin is greater then?
Who commanded where and when?
Who did slay them, youth and men?
Who'll forgive me in the end? | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/19/2008 9:57:09 PM | who'll forgive me in the end?
who'll forgive me in the beginning?
who'll dissect it all....and make the call
to clarify exactly what it is i'm winning
who would need to wait until the end
to tell me if i'm forgiven
i rest assured...as i wade through cures
that this is "simply" life that i'm livin' | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/19/2008 10:12:30 PM | this is "simply" life that i'm livin'
can i change my cards, please?
gotta make due with the hand i've been given
been spending too much time on my knees
keep fighting for what could've been
waging a pointless war
what's the use in bleeding
when we don't exist anymore? | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/20/2008 2:12:35 AM | when we don't exist any more
the earth will have stopped turning
when we refuse to fight for right
who will keep our homefires burning
if we refuse to deal and shred the cards
we throw away winning expectations
if we forget to put ideals before our selves
who will replace the poor imitations | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/20/2008 8:13:22 AM | who will replace the poor imitations?
insects, maggots and parasites.
pedigreed fools with no sense or insights.
rationalist care takers who forgot how to feel
they throw darts at a wall in a state of libation
spend money on war in the name of creation
we need nothing less than full social ablation
to rid us of monkeys asleep at the wheel | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/22/2008 7:15:15 PM | to rid us of monkeys asleep at the wheel
we roll down the windows and turn up the tunes
light a big one as in rhythm we squeel
at the sole prorprioter's lies about gloom
testing the water with fresh gasoline
she thought the car jacker was too young
now on the curb with a magazine
she didn't even notice the dog dung | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/23/2008 3:41:46 AM | Nothing left only measure
think I'll be having a seizure
the eyes are now rolling right back
when my head hits the wall it goes 'Whack'
Such is the effect of bad wine
turned to vinegar from the passage of time
So drink it when young my good friends
left to age, might go rank in the end | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/23/2008 3:58:53 AM | Left to age, might go rank in the end
Nothing excuses dancing in bed
It was him and me
Since the day of Adam an Eve
Pornographic sites incite
And we’d be paid if we were brave
There’s nothing better than us
Class is knowing you  | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/25/2008 6:57:58 AM | Class is knowing you
Loving me completely and every flaw
Being there, no matter how echoed the walls
Freeing me up to soften the blows
Providing proof in the pudding of the mix
When life takes a flip
Treating of sweets delightful taste
Within your arms I melt...
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/25/2008 7:10:40 AM | Within your arms I melt...Until dawn
I felt your tears before; as You sweat uncontrollably
I loved you for your fears
That awashed my own
We watched the sunrise in a hue of pinky promises
You’d be my friend; I forgot to ask more questions before the storm
Today arrives; there’s a hurricane
The wind wails blowing away all your sails | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/25/2008 4:34:55 PM | The wind wails blowing away all your sails
tied to the rail you survive the storm
without a warm bed to lie
we wonder in a sigh before the dawn of tomorrow
can I borrow a cup of yesterday
to give sway to that incongruous idea of us
no fuss outside love's trust and abide
I slide in next to your nakedness | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/25/2008 7:50:03 PM | I slide in next to your nakedness
and kiss your tender shoulder
you roll over, say what the f-ck
please head back to the sofa
laugh at myself, head back to the couch
baseball, pubs and girls dont go together
but two out of three aint bad
in the morning i will still cook an omlet... friends? | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/27/2008 12:38:05 AM | in the morning i will still cook an omlet... friends?
or maybe just friendly lovers... until it ends
unless of course we can always make amends
and laugh so much we need some depends
and then I shall cook many a meal for you
things that are fit for a royal or two
maybe a miss-hap that turns out like goo
I guess we'll eat out after I touch up my doo | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/28/2008 5:31:19 AM | I guess we'll eat out after I touch up my doo
just gimme a minute or an hour or two
so wish me luck for what may ensure
fetch my magic mirror and that bottle of glue
me i was born with hat head syndrome
when my beard gets too full i look like a gnome
it dont matter much about each others dome
lets do take out instead and just eat here at home | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/28/2008 6:08:00 AM | let's do take out instead
and just eat here at home
i'd rather be with you
sitting here, all alone
then maybe after we eat
you can sing me a song or too
because, baby you are so sweet
i just want to be alone with you!
(hey you...how are you doin'??!!) | |
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