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Posted: 8/22/2008 3:48:45 AM | i didn't run, i yelled drop it
the vision especially for your age
is filled with danger and your courage
it is not many who'd stand their ground like that
life takes us on the most incredible trails
experiencing things we'd never think we survive
for when we look back at our pasts
so many teach us we're lucky to be alive | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/22/2008 9:49:49 AM | so many teach us we're lucky to be alive
sadly some do it with their passing
to smell the fragrance of dew in the garden
and knowing its not everlasting
it's fleeting and fast and then it is gone
a bike on the highway beyond yonder curve
and you wonder about the road you are on
and who it is you should serve | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/22/2008 1:54:00 PM | and who it is you should serve
is never in question for me
for who you should serve is always the same
that's being in service for humanity
we get distracted and pulled in all sorts of directions
when we lose our focus on being that divine reflection
that connects us all with each other and everything....
our energy best serves working for humanity's evolution and well-being. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/22/2008 7:46:44 PM | our energy best serves working for humanity's evolution and well-being.
if we can crawl up into the driver's seat from the back of the bus
tangled in the webs of institutional opression it seems
there is always more news paper than information pertinent to us
so off to another festival for the lost souls in a blue night
drinking flowered brew with a straw made from bamboo
I take in the crowd as they dance in exstatic delight
so glad that I'm here with good people like you | |
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Posted: 8/23/2008 12:45:30 AM | so glad that I'm here with good people like you
let's start an epidemic
let's pass on this cheer, perhaps something in the beer
this love should be pandemic
the masses don't listen, don't seem to care
about anything but themselves
let's infect them with the power to love
with hypodermic wielding elves | |
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Posted: 8/23/2008 1:08:07 AM | with hypodermic wielding elves
they'll banish all apathy
and put love on our shelves
where we placed our humanity
they'll remind us to think about others far more
because we've been too forgetful
and now things are in such disarray
it's gonna take a miracle because we've been so neglectful | |
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Posted: 8/24/2008 11:26:32 AM | it's gonna take a miracle because we've been so neglectful
and yet i can see it in the poetry and the words written here
so many can feel the energy in the air
the one that says we do really care
we have so much to offer
and so much to gain
if we can only just refrain
from destroying it all and become truly humane | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/24/2008 6:15:31 PM | from destroying it all and become truly humane
refuge of civilization will go down the drain
wash out brains that scheme and conive
steeling the force from others who thrive
passing off green for more green in the bank
dressing in tails to watch the fish tank
love sank with the rise of that self centered greed
mistaking jealous wants for hope and need | |
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Posted: 8/24/2008 9:54:08 PM | mistaking jealous wants for hope and need
it's killing our children and taking our trees
when will those in power
let us try and live in peace?
there's no sense of real respect for each other
for we are taught we are not sister and brother
we are sent into battle with all this fuss
and it's destroying us | |
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Posted: 8/24/2008 10:53:12 PM | children dancing on god's shores
laughing and skipping for joy
we have all that within us too
just because we're big girls and boys
doesn't mean we don't know how to sing
and dance and play
we still reach for rainbows passing
and laughed with each other today | |
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Posted: 8/24/2008 11:43:25 PM | and laughed with each other today
we pranced in the suns heat
and shouted in joy as we swam
wet with summers delight indeed
the coolness upon our souls played bright
a liquid cushion of wet love
i danced upon your lance of passion
and oft I do repent but naught | |
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Posted: 8/26/2008 6:55:11 AM | and oft I do repent but naught
as long as I don't get caught
in any states of mind that bring me down
and leave me worried I might drown
sometimes I find that I am blind
to see that we are really all one kind
then judgement comes up way too quick
and apologies don't quite do the trick | |
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Posted: 8/26/2008 7:37:56 AM | and apologies don't quite do the trick
I will hear no more of your evil
my skin is growing way to thick
you have buried your last bone of deceit
go to a deep gorge and jump
in those echo's I hope you find the bottom
and are forced to hear yourself
cause I aint listening anymore | |
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Posted: 8/26/2008 8:02:35 AM | cause I aint listening anymore
to the hypocrites
that seem so kind but inside are blind
to the beauty that really can be found
somewhere in everyone
I too am blind sometimes and need to restore
my faith in people
for we all have been washed up on the shore before | |
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Posted: 8/26/2008 11:48:12 AM | For we all have been washed up on the shore before
And at times we just die inside some more
From the inside out and the outside in
For now, my love, know I'm living in sin.
So when the wind blows high and they lower me down
Remember my words this night on the town
For after I've died and gone on to my hell
Just know that I lied and you didn't know me that well. | |
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Posted: 8/26/2008 2:21:01 PM | Just know that I lied and you didn't know me that well.
Everyone has, but we dont all burn in hell
depends if its harmful or helped people jell
or was it to go get some nookie (alt line- or was to go play hookie)
everyone lies, let the buyer beware
dont say that you love me with a cold empty stare
show me a person that thinks life is fair
i will show you a rookie | |
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Posted: 8/26/2008 2:37:14 PM | I was typing as fast as I could.......lol Please take Joro's last line, excuse me!!.....lol
OMG, I was going into an entirely, different directions, hope someone can catch the ball I'm thrown...........lol
To which, our heart is set
eat'n cookies, content
get'n nookie, never hookie
Put'n the Rookie in
that "Fantasy Football" Game!!
see'n how I didn't get first pick
Life isn't fair!!
Stats will soon tell........ | |
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Posted: 8/26/2008 3:08:44 PM | Stats will soon tell.....
different direction indeed!!
giggling with joy
'cuz it's really funny
to see how our minds perceive
and grab a train of thought and ride it
until the trip is over or the track ends
and if you miss this one, there'll be another soon | |
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Posted: 8/26/2008 6:42:19 PM | lost through economic downsizing
ending jobs....raising the cost of living
more like lowering life expectancy
due to redundancy
and why the urgency
to let us go?
just so a few can make more profit?
selling human life for money..... | |
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Posted: 8/26/2008 7:16:57 PM | Selling human life for money.....
Sounds of treason to my ears
That's a concept mostly outlawed
For at least the past few years
Selling human life for money.....
Such a hateful way to live
But human life means nothing
Unless man can learn to give. | |
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