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Posted: 8/30/2008 5:20:23 AM | the show always ends in the dark
and there you are
just holding your guitar
waiting for something to happen
and then out of now here
something from within starts to brew
and slowly fills all of you
the deepest peace you ever knew | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/30/2008 10:20:24 AM | the deepest peace I ever knew
came at the day's last passing hue
lasted till the morning due
play songs, drink coffee, count shooting stars
marshmellows on a mount peak
just us alone, read eyes, no speak
the hike was long, my back does creak
only idiots backpack with guitars | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/30/2008 10:21:13 AM | this is how i relax
inhale deeply
and ever so fully
roll with the breath
relaxing my back
exhale slowly and sweetly
with a smile so truly
makes me feel the best
(sorry there john...you snuck in on me...am about out the door or i'd respond to yours...take care there my friend....r) | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/30/2008 10:26:13 AM | the deepest peace I ever knew
came at the day's last passing hue
lasted till the morning due
play songs, drink coffee, count shooting stars
marshmellows on a mount peak
just us alone, read eyes, no speak
the hike was long, my back does creak
only idiots backpack with guitars
so i will break a rule because its due
you may get may get mad, go ahead and sue
i am but part of a motley crew
this is how I relax (as did u on me rose, and i dont wanna drop ice axe's great lead)
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/30/2008 11:38:05 PM | If you don't get someone in the sack
maybe it's because of the stack
of all the sacks thrown in the corner
eyed by the prospecting sutors
who arrive with a list of questions
and conduct their interviews
as if you applied for a job
you might just get if your lucky | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/31/2008 5:09:00 AM | Who doesn't want you for your mind????
The question is . . . who does????
At least that's the problem I always find
that makes my grey cells buzz.
Who wants an unusual convoluted brain
full of trivia and every blissful thought?
If there's someone who does I'm here again
swimming around while waiting to be caught | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/31/2008 5:25:20 AM | swimming around while waiting to be caught
no longer remember what i'd sought
thinking now and it might be true
what i seek i have no clue
could it be the most sublime
in tune with spirit, body and mind?
or simply someone who loves so true
yeah, that's what i seek in me and you | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/31/2008 7:14:22 AM | Yeah, thats what I seek in me and you
Someone I love, and she loves me too
Mutual feelings, two peas in a pod
The usual feelings nothing that's odd
Thats easy to say, but, so hard to find
But I'm not going to worry, or, lose my mind | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/31/2008 7:24:01 AM | But I'm not going to worry, or, lose my mind
for everything will happen in it's own time
why force what's not meant to be real
no desire to bring karma that's ill
stars so bright deepust blue
laughter, love, feelings true
equal to what he feels for me
complete as a family whether six or three | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/31/2008 7:29:18 AM | But I'm not going to worry, or lose my mind.
For that which I seek I will one day find.
I know that he' s rare and a needle in hay
He might now be climbing a mountain or sailing the bay.
Though sometimes impatient, I do yet have faith
I trust and have dreams I simply cannot forsake.
I'll keep living and growing and walking my path
Until someday is here......just do the math. | |
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Posted: 8/31/2008 7:47:51 AM | Until someday is here......just do the math
calculate the slippery numbers
that change with each new approach
and smile when you get something right
the formulas are enchanted
to confound the weak of heart
but those who chase their dreams
become long distance runners | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/31/2008 7:56:23 PM | and fill their need to love to read
through rhythm rhyme and song
lessons learned that aren't absurd
please come and read along
thru playful pictures and
playful words, learning does occur
the magic of of wonders between the covers
i love the written word
(dr. suess RULES, huh margot and shamrock??!!!....ok, ok, ok...i'll stop it now!!) | |
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Posted: 8/31/2008 8:26:32 PM | i love the written word
it is quite ecclectic
can be solemn and serious
and then be just as electric
and i know you wish to change
speaking of a certain childrens' storyteller
but i do think he put guilt deep within children
when he asked, "What would you do if your mother asked you?" | |
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Posted: 8/31/2008 8:40:12 PM | when he asked, "What would you do if your mother asked you?"
daggers flew from cold steel blue eyes
slashing the sudden silence like a lightning bolt
everyone waited for the thunder
that inevitable jolt would determine future plans
land, air and sea rescues fill immediate thought
hot spots in the darkness of the sun
fun comes in many masks
[ hehe, snicker, hi rose ] | |
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Posted: 8/31/2008 8:40:53 PM | when he asked
what would you do if your mother asked you
my kids have all replied
do my best, and in jest
sometimes i 'll just lie
so in the end i will defend the man, his wisdom and his words
and for those of you who don't understand
maybe i'm a bit absurd...
(my kids don't do guilt...hey thorb...ya snuck in on me...that's what i get for trying to do two things at once...hey man, hope you are well!!)
*******
fun comes in many masks
and many types of play
how do you know, you ask
this is what i say
lighten of spirit is the key to life
have fun and you will see
think to hard, there will be strife
so please just let it be...
(whew!...my fingers hurt!!) | |
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Posted: 8/31/2008 9:12:53 PM | so please just let it be...
love dies out if toyed with constantly
laughter stills, words recind
cautious gains power in verbal wind
reach for laughter bring in back home
know curing ills is the place to be
go placidly amidst the fools
realizing they carry learning tools | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 8/31/2008 9:26:27 PM | realizing they cary learning tools
shamans, crones, prophets, artists, and visionaries
implements of mass divinaries.
we should sip regularly from their wisdom's pool
seeing beneath waters' surface
beyond flames into embers
hearing whispers upon the breeze's chase
and following winged snakes through the timbers.
Rose! hey ya ray of sunshine you. Will do, and the same to ya. bear hugs.
ps. yes you have thnx, and I smile every time. | |
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Posted: 8/31/2008 9:32:40 PM | and following winged snakes thru the timbers
to places far unknown
when flames have turned to embers
and lighst from far are shone
these are times of journeys and times of lust
following dreams of night
enter these dreams with our hearts, we must
to discover what is right...
(hey a...did i tell ya i LOVE that pic...you and linda look like a spring day~give her my love!) | |
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Posted: 8/31/2008 10:01:57 PM | to discover what is right
and know it from the start
to explore through the night
and have it touch your heart
to awake in the morning
and find the answers there
to roll over and place
your face in her hair
what great writes, peeps...
ahaaaa the beat goes on | |
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