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Posted: 9/13/2008 11:04:07 PM | see things outside the box
chat for hours with a pictureless fox
on sunday morning, its bagels and lox
i love the red meat of salmon
life does go on. and so we ate
on a park bench and a plastic milk crate
i hope to god you can count to eight
its all for fun. i hope your jammin. | |
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Posted: 9/13/2008 11:30:56 PM | its all for fun. i hope your jammin
with a little scammin out of the sun
peace will come when you give it a chance
after the dance if you don`t have to run
Once upon an evening light
the frost revived a magical sight
as blight sublimated into a happy embrace
smiles contageoulsy eminated every place | |
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Posted: 9/13/2008 11:50:46 PM | smiles contageoulsy eminated every place
as world peace did suddenly win over
but i threw up, what a disgrace!
my dog laughed, her name is rover
why do dogs laugh while people hate?
do to self proclaimed morality?
my dog she always cleans her plate
for she knows just how to be | |
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Posted: 9/13/2008 11:59:27 PM | for she knows just how to be
but he blows trust so easily
with a dog to guide him through the dark
a nose that knows a squirrel from a lark
makes it easy to cover that ground
squashing worms without a sound
they reach the corner store before realizing how its funny
neither man nor dog has any money | |
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Posted: 9/14/2008 12:25:59 AM | neither man nor dog has any money
till you stand at the checkout, its funny
we cant pay, i pull my gun on he
the grocery clerk dove at the bullet
is it a crime to steal when your children make no peep
is it a crime to say this life is a dung heap
its a crime, close your eyes for he is but a lost creep
my gas tank is empty, lets fill it | |
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Posted: 9/14/2008 1:15:00 AM | my gas tank is empty, lets fill it
so the polititcians can swill it
and all them type of ilk
from the people they bilk
the blood sweat and tears
that caused so many fears
about just making it through
and paying all of their due | |
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Posted: 9/14/2008 1:20:20 AM | my gas tank is empty, lets fill it
0n the birth of a road trip
joro and shamrock on the road
the world aint ready for thayt shit
call things what they are
or what they claim to be
im skeptical when you say i will go far
im a tom waits dude, got feathers but no tar | |
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Posted: 9/14/2008 1:28:24 AM | and paying all they're due
for to call them on thier shit
takes some balls
which are thin and few
life goes on
we are on our owm
they try to scare us
but i am stubborn
i will not blink and refuse to think
i am thick headed irish so lets brawl
i may be communist but i aint pink
i will sing and play before i crawl | |
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Posted: 9/14/2008 3:29:32 AM | i will sing and play before i crawl
and i will cimb the mountain
again and again for i'm sure to fall
or be knocked off balance
by the incoming wall
of people trying to get there first
please, no need to rush or push
we all get there in the end | |
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Posted: 9/15/2008 9:00:54 AM | we all get there in the end
doesn't matter howmuch or little we spend
its like a blending of light
put it all together and its way too bright
seperate the parts
we find all kinds of art
life goes on after that bend
doesn't really matter when its only a trend | |
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Posted: 9/15/2008 3:39:20 PM | doesn't really matter when it's only a trend
just another ho hum kind of fashion in an ala mode if you will... or moda sort of way
never ever was my custom or intention; nor a good way to end a succession of any days
each passes more quickly now it's edifying to be real and true and thus remain
ah passed misery of focused failings flailing, now drowning in the wake
second and sometimes even third thoughts swirled together
those unintentioned memories tasting exactly like deja vu
which reminded me sharply today, of you | |
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Posted: 9/15/2008 8:33:26 PM | memories tasting exactly like deja vu, which reminded me sharply today, of you
lost in the true to form earth and world of all we thought to be, phew!
good thing they were just thoughts, for who could have the breath
fresh air is best, yet oh so rare in these city daze indurance tests
when I was a wee lad, twas not so saddly obvious
the poisons were holding hands with naivté, just for a laugh
splash behind the ears and goggles for the eyes went bye so fast
I still remember the price of gas | |
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Posted: 9/15/2008 10:12:50 PM | I still remember the price of gas
long ago, when we all smoked grass
driving real slow, watching folks pass
for there was no place i was going
But life sure does change
it has become quite strange
but while we suck air, we aint out of range
I guess we all must keep growing | |
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Posted: 9/16/2008 3:30:07 AM | I guess we all must keep growing
got no choice but to live with grace
and with a sort of knowing
I think I've found my place
Here on this sandy shore
Where land meets sea and there are still plentiful trees
I take walks and say prayers
Of gratitude for life and this sanctuary | |
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Posted: 9/16/2008 12:17:28 PM | Of gratitude for life and this sanctuary
I wish I knew who or what to thank
to thank my parents just defers the question
of how we came by this rank
I think for me I thank father time
for being patient and on our side
we didn't appear in a flash or a whim
eons and ions mixed up in the tide | |
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Posted: 9/16/2008 1:40:15 PM | eons and ions mixed up in the tide
and now we've filled the place with neon
blinding us on all sides....don't you think
we're being pulled out by the riptide?
we're nuts to think we know it all
they say it's getting hot
this place is getting dangerously close
to staying habitable? I think not | |
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Posted: 9/18/2008 2:55:00 AM | to staying habitable? I think not
yet, we are here, so many sharing this space
and it seems we're gonna be here a while longer
so we better get better at taking care of this place
taking care of each other could vastly improve too
by remembering treating others as we wish to be treated is true
if only we realized we are not separate, but one
then it's much easier to follow this universal rule of thumb | |
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Posted: 9/18/2008 8:56:33 PM | it's much easier to follow this universal rule of thumb
don't eat with the hand that just scratched your bum
a little soap can do more than a splint and a cast
its gets to the problem before it is and fast
If ya gotta whip your eyes
us the back of yer hand
don't trust the finger contamination
from all over this land | |
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Posted: 9/19/2008 5:34:40 AM | soldiers & the war last on his mind
and the mind of most americans
this ain't no vietnam
where we saw our soliders carnage
nightly on the news
where the draft took 'em away
unwillingly
this is the war of the poor
who join for the opportunity
of a better life
yet contractors are paid
the exorbitant wage
protecting special interest
and when they return
with bodies and minds broken
we leave them to suffer
(little money in the budget)
to deal with the pain
of a situation insane
and a county bleeding
wondering why and
how did things go so very wrong | |
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Posted: 9/19/2008 6:38:25 AM | how did things go so very wrong
burning candles at both end last only so long
they can ban us from spreading our singing our song
but they can never stop us from singing
we could feed the whole word with the price of our guns
if we pryed ourselves from the myth of the huns
ruin is the destination to which man runs
each searching for his own self interest | |
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Posted: 9/19/2008 6:45:24 AM | (i've done it to. so back to jujubee...)
soldiers & the war last on his mind
saving rich corporations from decisions made blind
bailed out by The People, for they are kind
dossel and quick with their checkbooks
deep rooted failures cant be solved incrementally
spiritual issues cannot be fixed mentally
the failures we witness did not happen incidentally
it relies on plausible denial | |
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