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Posted: 8/18/2008 6:51:33 PM | and the drip of melting snow
from the mountain I climbed so long ago
and faced the wind in every direction
until I could feel the oddest sensation
it was as if I was empty
and yet completely there
connected deeply to the earth
and the sky with all its air | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/18/2008 6:59:49 PM | and the sky with all its air
thought it was the greatest of all
but the earth said no
your not strong, just tall
So the sky began to cry
and the earth caught all its tears
and as the earth was washed away
the sky made thunderous cheers | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/18/2008 7:08:50 PM | the sky made thunderous cheers
but the earth was not really gone
just hidden by the clouds that formed
before the sky began to cry
and then the sun,
from where it had all begun,
spread her light for all to see
the beauty of the earth, the sky and the whole galaxy | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/18/2008 8:31:44 PM | the beauty of the earth, the sky and the whole galaxy
flew bye with wings of a dragon fly
the duty of our birth, the cry and the tole falasy
grew sighs with things like bragging why
only in that feeble corner chair
safely tucked in the back of the bar room
homely sins swat flies from greasy hair
thinking the bull shit cannot end too soon | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/19/2008 12:10:09 AM | thinking the bull shit cannot end too soon
i reach for my rifle, shoot a racoon
no sense of time, sleep in the dune
why did they stop making qualudes
so i play guitar and moo at cows
and wipe the sweat off of my brow
have forgotten what and even how
why is it i'm writing | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/19/2008 4:27:45 AM | why is it i'm writing
'cuz it's not gonna make any difference
not like thunder and lightning
which for many is just too frightening
most will never change
from the comfort of their woes
and can't be bothered to even notice
when they step on others' toes | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/19/2008 5:26:07 AM | perhaps from somewhere long ago
i may look up and say on no
all things that live gave up go
i will stare u in your face
the world is wierd, it just is so
'i thought that you deserved to know
in fact wee reep that what we sow
there is nuthing to embrace
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/19/2008 5:38:14 AM | there is nothing to embrace
unless you have the grace
to know we're all over the place
for some seem so displaced
but you're really not that different from me
perhaps in looks and symmetry
they say that's just seeing superficially
yet i think it shows our humanity | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/19/2008 6:23:25 AM | Yet I think it shows our humanity--
the once we don't ditch the opportunity
to associate with a least of these
rub elbows in the questionable grease
of those who might-- deserved what they got
(evidence suggesting they wasted their lot)
Funny, we sense the case for our divinity
by seeing ourselves in the worst of humanity. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/19/2008 6:38:55 AM | by seeing ourselves in the worst of humanity
for way too many are stuck in duality
and see things in terms of good or bad,
the beauty or the ugly
but some say it really is not this way
to see each other so simplistically
for nothing is this black and white
where is the grey in this view of reality? | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/19/2008 7:24:31 AM | Where is the grey, in this view of reality?
The cumulative, equal to
turn'n black and white in views
bound by an up-bring'n or muse,
perhaps, the neighbor b1tch'n, then beat'n the spouse
the little child, depress'd for parents sacrifice,
a green & red ant?
Views equal'd out of scene's, determine'n the grey meter, run'n... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/19/2008 9:29:45 AM | Views equal'd out of scene's, determine'n the grey meter, run'n...
muddying the colours
the yellows and greens
turning into something putrid
but rather than yellow or grey
what about silver and gold
lighting us all in a sparkly foil
and helps turn the mud into nourishing soil | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/19/2008 2:33:46 PM | helps turn the mud into nourishing soil
sweat, blood, tears and toil
quick to unspoil Sunday's child
put'em to work before they turns wild
feral play in that back alley way
lost souls quick to stray
playing with fire just for the fun
another twist it becomes a gun | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/19/2008 3:22:13 PM | another twist it becomes a gun
and then the light is blocked from the sun
for the blast is so great from all the hate
where we thought freedom had begun
but it was all illusion hiding the biggest weapon
it's not just here, but everywhere there is fear
too many are selfish and cruel and really acting the fool
as if none of us ever went to school | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/19/2008 7:06:57 PM | as if none of us ever went to school
as if none of us were taught the golden rule
seems schoolyard fist fights left more of an impression
or perhaps our nature is just one of aggression
how else did we arrive atop the food chain
not with hugs and a soppy love song refrain
but somewhere along the way we grew a brain
so continuous war is nothing short of insane | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/19/2008 7:46:34 PM | So continuous war becomes nothing short of insane
bath of new blood to compensate for the stain
So few notice the repititious pain
the ones who could tell left blithering inane
The ones who do tell are small lines in big stories
chapters of so many bread crumb histories
We privately know the truths the crows ate
We don't know how to not wait too late | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/19/2008 7:53:34 PM | We don't know how to not wait too late
for the suffering coming from hate
is suffocating all those who live in this state
of limbo
When do we say enough is enough
that the course we are on is getting way too rough
and although we all blame that other stuff
are we really so foolish to think it's voodoo | |
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Posted: 8/20/2008 9:29:29 AM | are we really so foolish to think it's voodoo
or maybe the help from a famous guru
will suddenly appear and all strife disappear
when they come to our rescue
some think it's possible
but I've been taught we're all responsible
and not give in to the despair, nor wait until next year
but right now, today, we must help with the repair | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/20/2008 9:35:50 AM | but right now, today, we must help with the repair
give everyone a reason for another to care
sow peace for a change,opening communication lines
isn't it time we change the situation a mind @ a time?
move into the future by choice into peace
let go of the bitterness or continue to reap
gardens of bitterness, death, and sorrow
don't our babies deserve a better tomorrow? | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/20/2008 11:53:03 AM | don't our babies deserve a better tomorrow?
or are we going to leave them a world lost in sorrow
and danger and fear and chaos everywhere
just because we couldn't be bothered enough to care?
for the loving souls we know we can be
why are we letting ourselves create so much anarchy?
when we can see we're all part of humanity
and only with humility will we treat each other respectfully | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/20/2008 1:22:21 PM | only with humility will we treat each other respectfully
a lesson hard to learn in a country fueled by hubris
how can we aspire to inspire by example
when our understanding of human nature is so clueless
the teachings of the man they called jesus
seem lost in the desire for a saviour
despite what jesus warned us about idols
the saviour is really our very own behavior | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/20/2008 2:35:42 PM | the saviour is really our very own behavior
and trying to see any other way
is choosing not only arrogance, but ignorance
for we are not only the creation, but also the creator
some say there is a higher power
that comes through us in times of need
and some feel with our excessive greed
this is our most destructive hour | |
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