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Posted: 9/1/2008 5:53:46 AM | Fingers trace the lingering hours
as petals start to wilt on last night's flowers
why is love and passion so fleeting
and so many hearts now bleeding?
There's something been missing for far too many
and it's the love which holds us all together like honey
somehow we've become so isolated....it seems almost too late
to return to a time when we really loved each other and not money. | |
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Posted: 9/1/2008 8:47:33 AM | To return to a time when we really loved each other and not money
Back when I was really ripped and you looked like a playboy bunny
That was some time ago
Back when we didn't need the dough
We ripped and roared and carried on
We didn't have nothing then
But we sure had fun
Back when we woke up every day and the sky outside was sunny
Lets return to that time when we really loved each other and not money | |
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Posted: 9/1/2008 8:52:02 AM |
Let's return to a time when we really loved each other and not money
though it would surely seem funny to the brother of that mother in the rhyme
lost without a shoe in the forest of ginger playing havoc on the honey
can't let it get runny before the bunny turns purple from crime
where in this mind so twisted by others' thought patterns can it be
a totality of tolerance entwined with consolidated compassion
not just fashion of the manifest destiny way that we are supposed to see
a what should be kind of splash-on | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 9/1/2008 9:51:50 AM | from behind the wall
came a mastermind man
distorted and creative
with a movie soundtrack plan
all in all we're just a brick
in this big ole wall of life
"Is there anybody out there?"
If not, I may shave my eyebrows with a knife
(you'd hafta see the movie) | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 9/1/2008 9:52:04 AM | a what should be kind of splash on
is superficial ignorance of the grandest kind
playing with tools of light
in the middle of the night
and giving themselves a terrible fright
because they know not what they say or do
just following the fashion trend
copied perhaps from a spiritual friend | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 9/1/2008 10:03:01 AM |
~~~~obviously, I didnt see the movie!!~~~~~
If not, I may shave me eyebrows with a knife
the cry of a disturbed man in a world of strife
despondent and alone he walks the street
no hat for his head , no shoes for his feet
But more disturbing is what's on the inside
for a quagmire of bitterness is trying to hide
Faith denied , and hope all diminished
He believes only that his life is finished...
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 9/1/2008 10:04:03 AM | | lol...actually...you did quite well....describing the depressed fella from "The Wall" (the pink floyd movie)...it wasn't near as good of a movie when I went back to watch it a second time....but then again, the first time I was 17 and trippin on acid...yeah....it's one of "those" movies...lol..specially designed for LSD I swear... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 9/1/2008 10:09:03 AM | He believes only his life is finished
all hope is gone and sanity diminished
with the dellusions of love, economy, and pain
caught up in his emotions, trying to be "sane"
funny how perspective can change our words on a dime
funny how some days are easy....and some just don't rhyme
with the song and the beat that dances in your head
but rather than shave your eyebrows, just go back to bed
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Posted: 9/1/2008 10:56:38 AM | rather than shave your eyebrows, just go back to bed
get those silly thoughts of Vera Lynn ,out of your empty head
better a dirty woman ,yeah I think that would be nice
instead of shooting bricks or skating on thin ice
now Eugene,He just states the facts
running for his life ,yet careful with that ax
he will shave those eyebrows for you
so just sit back and relax | |
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Posted: 9/1/2008 11:32:13 AM | so just sit back and relax
get comfortably numb
not another brick in the wall
refuse to act that dumb
dont leave me now, goodbye cruel world
as i sit and wait for the worms
goodbye blue sky outside the wall
here comes one of my turns (my apologies to all for beating it to death) | |
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Posted: 9/1/2008 12:19:33 PM | I'm really sorry
Oh no - it was not wasted at all
for your narrative there
made me laugh more
than I have for a while (and I still hold the smile)....
So don't discount even the most trivial things we do
for you never know when another
might get a giggle or two ! | |
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Posted: 9/1/2008 12:27:00 PM | for you never know when another might get a giggle or two
for giggles in this life are too rare and too few
sometimes i write deep, other times with no clue
theres a fine line between genius and delirious
sometimes we crank out reasonable art
other times i rhyme like a tart
doors open and close, life is a la carte
life's too important to be serious | |
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Posted: 9/1/2008 12:40:00 PM | lifes too important to be serious
but remember you are tottering toward delirious.
simplicity penned can have deep meaning
just look below the way things are seeming
The silliest things may make you go "whoa"
I didnt see that coming and I didnt see it go.
So a la carte with a dose of serendipity
Its just the way of creativity. | |
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Posted: 9/1/2008 1:13:39 PM | It's just the way of creativity
to forget to capture lil' ole me
let's do away with the honors of you
and decide on our favorite colour of blue
the hazy, shady, degrading past
is left well alone, got behind me so fast
i was running a tune when i ran way far from you
we let well enough be, so let's forget this shit, too | |
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Posted: 9/1/2008 1:37:26 PM | let well enough be, so let's forget this shit, too
moonlight is for dancing with the proud and the few
run through the sand away from those with no clue
joy is there to be found, so go find it
so you ran away and i had nothing to say
shook my head, picked up to play
for in the storm, the sun has a ray
i will feel it if you dont mind it | |
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Posted: 9/1/2008 1:41:43 PM | i will feel it if you don't mind it
if i promise to hide babe, you gotta find it
that thing i left here for you to see
a tiny little memento from the desk of tired me
that sun's always shining
here in happytown
so take a seat, put up yer feet
watch close while i drown | |
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Posted: 9/1/2008 2:04:27 PM | watch close while i drown
there is a black hawk down
dont laugh out loud at the clown
for as a kid they were scarey
take it from me, i aint from happytown
i forged my being on my own
i tend to sit here all alone
my being is mine and im wary | |
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