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Posted: 10/15/2008 4:47:02 AM | to see love radiating through every pore
brilliance shines throughout
thrilling me to the core
want to scream and shout
'love is the answer, love is the key
unlocking all the questions
allowing us to be free
allowing me to be me' | |
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Posted: 10/15/2008 10:51:07 AM | allowing me to be me
who else could I hope to be
as Ronnie Van Zant's "Freebird" was free
that's my goal in life to some extent
woke up radio on to my favourite band
dreamed that I was lucky but woke up cold in hand
cracked open a Guinness, steak that is canned
obla dee, obla dah, life goes on | |
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Posted: 10/15/2008 1:10:53 PM | obla dee, obla dah, life goes on
you think that I'll sit back and wait for the con?
I come from New Jersey, I do know the Don
I will drink now and start work next Monday
Ronnies best song- "Was I Right or Wrong"
It owns pain and sufferage and is a good song
I will have a Martini, but I pass on the bong
And dance in the sun, come what may. | |
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Posted: 10/15/2008 1:27:31 PM | And dance in the sun, come what may....
holding my hand in the mid-summers day...
upon the sands we frolic and play...
just you and me hand in hand with but love to portray...
dance with me in the moonlit sky....
kiss me gently above each eye.....
love me sweetly and never make me cry...
hold my hand and forever we will fly... | |
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Posted: 10/15/2008 1:49:18 PM | hold my hand and forever we will fly...
hold my hand so that i can cry
hold my hand as I fry
I am a dead man walking
you are mean but can be beat
you wont lose but claim defeat
you are right but it is deceit
dont be caught the guy talking | |
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Posted: 10/15/2008 4:01:28 PM | dont be caught the guy talking
unless you are in the know
don't be that batter balking
or back to the bench you'll go
struck out again without a swing
the average drops into a hole
while the picture's fans shout and sing
you get the lump of coal | |
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Posted: 10/16/2008 7:16:24 AM | lets wade in the mud and just have fun
splash around then slide on your bum
dance like nobody can see or hear
sing what you like and drink more beer
don't pay no never mind to the stage
just bounce around like its a naked rave
everyone is laughing at the moment right now
let your brain go empty like a grazing cow | |
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Posted: 10/16/2008 7:23:51 AM | let your brain go empty like a grazing cow
this comparison just doesn't sit well with me, somehow
a cow has eight stomachs....and eats all the time
and to start counting cowpies would be a neverending rhyme
so are you sayin' our thoughts, yours included, are like piles of shit?
are you saying that no matter what we let out, there's always more of it?
what exactly are you saying, do you even know?
just grab some glow sticks....and off to the rave we will go :).
(Thorb, you crack me up) | |
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Posted: 10/16/2008 2:22:37 PM | just grab some glow sticks....and off to the rave we will go :)
and on the way perhaps we'll pick up some more people
and maybe we can stop in the city to see the latest art collection
by then we might be hungry so something to eat would be a treat
and as it's a beautiful night perhaps
take a walk to see the city's light
oh wait, a rave did you say?
let's play there another day! :) | |
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Posted: 10/17/2008 2:23:26 PM | my self to you I bequeth
and today it feels I beseech
you to let it go....let me go
my mind must stop
this pain in my heart
it's up to me to make a fresh start
and release myself or else......
the pain could go on endlessly | |
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Posted: 10/17/2008 3:02:20 PM | the pain could go on endlessly
if you lived to infinity
elsewise it will eventually stop
until then maybe you should just hop
you could soak that stub in some epsin salts
or drop some pills to make it halt
either way you're knocked out of the game
replaced in a blink, since we're all the same | |
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Posted: 10/17/2008 3:10:46 PM | replaced in a blink, since we're all the same
my ego won't let me play that game
I got bluer eyes and nicer hair
and as for my sexual prowess, well I won't go there
if all are my equal it's hard to see
why everyone's not as pretty as me
I may not be the very best
but I'm much better than you (surely I jest) | |
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Posted: 10/17/2008 6:55:43 PM | But I'm much better than you
I am the epitome of perfection
every eye as I walk by
Turns in my direction
People weep when I arrive
They feel so lucky to be alive
To live on the same earth as I
I'll bet this gets a reply
This is so not true:) | |
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Posted: 10/17/2008 7:45:55 PM | I'll bet this gets a reply
It will, i start to cry
I baked you dinner, I hope you fry
You never came home for dinner
I lost my day sweeping floors, doing laundry, pressing shirts
You said your at the office, in truth you were but chasing skirts
I care not about your conquests nor about your daily flirts
Just burn in Hell you sinner | |
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Posted: 10/17/2008 7:51:38 PM | Just burn in Hell you sinner
came drifting down the hall
we must continue dinner
before we chase that ball
Lost like a puppy out in the rain
those neighbours sure need help
let another do it if its all the same
I'd rather be eating kelp | |
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Posted: 10/17/2008 8:01:26 PM | I'd rather be eating kelp
then scream and ask for help
a drowning dog does yelp
but I aint no dog a-drowning
I know the things I hate
as you throw scraps from your plate
you can love me or berate
just walk off and take the pounding | |
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Posted: 10/17/2008 9:27:35 PM | just walk off and take the pounding
of your heart as something astounding
for the duration of its beating
in the larger picture, is fleeting
so enjoy it while it lasts
as a link between the past
and the future of those who follow
makes your chest sound not so hollow | |
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Posted: 10/18/2008 4:42:25 AM | ^^
makes your chest sound not so hollow
especially when it's filled with sorrow
which can tend to take over
sometimes carrying into tomorrow
one can choose to hold on to this pain, or
sometimes the best course of action
is to let go and follow your heart again
into the arms of a new attraction | |
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Posted: 10/18/2008 7:05:42 AM | Into the arms of new attraction
Self seeking satisfaction
Hateful words without retraction
And I am left to cry
Have I suffered from delusion
That your love was an illusion
With it pain in it's conclusion
That leaves me asking why | |
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Posted: 10/18/2008 8:20:16 AM | That leaves me asking why
you left without a single goodbye......
left me staring at the nights sky...
wishing upon the stars with a silent sigh....
That leaves me asking why....
all alone with the tears i cry...
the pain instilled as heartache flies...
inside is silent as my heart begins to die.... | |
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Posted: 10/18/2008 8:52:36 AM | inside is silent as my heart begins to die....
cries from peripheral parts engulf with a... why
me was so lonely then came the us
without a fuss this dissolves in lost trust
moulding some pain-filled seasonal brain-kill
I wander these waters in my silent shouts
charities keep calling but nobody's home to pay the bill
so those lights that were on ... go out. | |
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