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Posted: 1/7/2007 8:32:35 AM | they only think of that last high
while down putting others in their wake
sad but true when both play tired games
living lives making learned mistakes
glad for today this sun warm n bright
having learned what i did last night
no more needing of me to wallow
certainly makes things better to swallow | |
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Posted: 1/7/2007 8:40:29 AM | certainly makes things better to swallow
when I stop and don't get wrapped in wallow
knowing how I acted last night
sends me chills of knowing my light
I often times come to my canvass blank
I heal within myself, falling in rank
when I breath today I'm afraid to trust
my heart open and feeling it's rust... | |
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Posted: 1/7/2007 7:49:38 PM | my heart open and feeling it's rust...
How will I ever begin to trust
Feeling the pain of betrayal’s knife
Jammed into the back of my life
Unkind words venomously spoken
Promises made, meant to be broken
Past kindness all forgotten
Faith in mankind gone rotten. | |
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Posted: 1/8/2007 9:07:00 AM | Faith in mankind gone rotten
leaves you on the bottom
drowning in tears of all your fears
exploiting each pain unforgotten
If you cannot forgive past indiscretions
flaunted in some raging emotions
life becomes hell with a vengeful spell
eating your soul's last good notions | |
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Posted: 1/8/2007 9:35:44 AM | eating your soul's last good notions
The demons sat down to dine
Sipping drinks of steamy potions
They spat out that soul of mine.
To strange, too bitter, too tart, they perceived it.
And they spit it out on the floor of the cavern
Where I, hidden in the corner retrieved it
And made my way back to the tavern. | |
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Posted: 1/8/2007 10:23:30 PM | made my way back to the tavern
home being much too far away
soon it may be your turn
to learn to live another way
don't forget your house key
I may be gone when you get back
I could think of worse things
I would have to agree with that | |
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Posted: 1/9/2007 11:55:36 PM | I would have to agree with that
Now that I know the truth
She is such a very old bat
For a man of his tender youth
He’s far too hansome and kind
I would have to concur
He must be out of his mind
But I kinda wish I were her. | |
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Posted: 1/10/2007 6:49:56 PM | I kinda wish I was her forgotten friend an absent T in reality
but I'm not I'm one of her demented dimensions ,her fantasy
she says I'm a fake but she uses my muses and calls them her own
and more than a few overused "indeed " I'm abused platitudes
shes teaming up ,my old buttercup with birds of the same feather
they think I don't notice but they're trippin sisters intent leaving lies
just get over yourself ,look at yourself look through others eyes
surprise surprise surprise you're not as perfect as you would desire | |
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Posted: 1/10/2007 11:03:10 PM | surprise surprise surprise you're not as perfect as you would desire
and you cannot circle hoops you are just not a high flyer.
Your world is just a fantasy that any one can find
If they only spent a little time snuggling in your mind.
But everyone’s reality is made up in their heads
And reacting to illusions rather than ask what was said,
Is the way that many people go, when paranoia brews.
Why can’t we opt for peace, or love…. or even IOU’s? | |
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Posted: 1/11/2007 4:27:10 PM | Why can’t we opt for peace, or love…. or even IOU’s?
the answer so mere when in a time as now so many are a muse..
so many are in hatefilled states that no one can amuse...
peace and love are so questioned in ones that are abused...
fantasy states and words written for only you...
yet written for noone but yourself .... yet so many seem to accuse..
to take a word out of context is simple yet held so true....
yet intellect of a simplicit mind comes with but a few.....
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Posted: 1/11/2007 9:38:41 PM | yet intellect of a simplistic mind comes with but a few shrines
entwined in mystic divine innocence
passion play may waste away inside a loveless day
engaged in postponing outraged adolescence
Admiration is missed inside narcissism’s daily existence
up for the challenge of a lifetime after passing all the tests
still one finds the will to swallow that pill and go the distance
certificate papers let you display positive hopes you invest
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Posted: 1/11/2007 10:46:29 PM | Certificate papers let you display positive hopes you invest
Certified sane is my favorite and very best
Tells my state of mind better than the rest
Of the diplomas I show my guest.
Who needs to know I’m not nuts
No ands ifs nor buts
My call to sanity defiantly cuts
Into his state of mind and guts
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Posted: 1/12/2007 8:17:21 AM | Into his state of mind and guts
walks a gagle of luscious sluts
unable to contol their jiggly butts
he quickly falls into porn ruts
grabbing his delicate visual signs
they dance and laugh in syncro time
gyrating fantasy engulfs his mind
until he has to push rewind | |
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Posted: 1/13/2007 6:03:22 AM | Until he has to push rewind
mind engulfing gyrating fantasy
synchro time with laughing dancity
delicate grabbing of visual mind
Porn ruts to fall into quickly
jiggly control of unabled butts
lusciously gaggling a walk of sluts
guts and mind stated more thickly | |
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Posted: 1/13/2007 6:43:57 AM | guts and mind stated more thickly
dressed to look like Edith Prickley
he goes out to some local clubs
trolling for blind drunken bubs
He'll take them back to a lofty secret
tie them to the pipe that secreets it
slowly morphing them into the same
corporate zombies with numbered names | |
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Posted: 1/13/2007 7:10:04 AM | corporate zombies with numbered names
gripping our cities exposing their games
by hitting the town with redundant refrains
while us uneducated few silently complain
fortunate babies fill out their ranks
growing militant when running our banks
replacing our honor with high tech tanks
asking only for our vote without words of thanks | |
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Posted: 1/14/2007 1:56:32 AM | asking only for our vote without words of thanks
They keep pumping them out by turning old cranks
And churning out more old war machines
Burning out widows and orphans screams
And shells shocked survivors stay hid in the woods
Can’t bear to face people ever again. No goods
Ever happened from political warfare games
Not that I’m dropping any Bush names. | |
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Posted: 1/14/2007 3:56:55 AM | I’m dropping any Bush names while i wait
hoping against hope that it's not yet too late
to save all those fortunate babies lost
while the far right flaunts it's cause
they're stealing our freedom and loving the word
shouting and spouting things better unheard
making up truths to make their cause just
while the widows and orphans die in their dust | |
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Posted: 1/14/2007 6:39:15 AM | while the widows and orphans die in their dust
corporations expand though pension plan trusts
hiring the stars of Ivy League teams
to paint propagated retirement dreams
For the share holders that think they have say
in all new discoveries or in the game play
there really are no rules you can find
to change the goal from the bottom line | |
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Posted: 1/14/2007 6:47:24 AM | to change the goal from the bottom line
what they mean to say is this:
it's a corporation nation
bent toward republican bliss
forget about the starving kids
never mind the homeless men
good ol' G.W. will pull us through
oh! shit! i'm dreaming again! | |
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Posted: 1/14/2007 7:14:30 AM | oh! shit! i'm dreaming again!
yet feelings still linger on
that kiss the touch I felt from you
soul deep I thought it belongs
I try with my might to get back in that dream
complete all the love that it started
not that I want to find wet spots in bed
but with out you I feel broken hearted. | |
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Posted: 1/14/2007 7:24:03 AM | with out you I feel broken hearted
let down, beaten and blue
when you left you said it was over
what the hell am i going to do?
i remember the kisses, the tremors
the mega-ton misses and still....
yes...the motion of your velvet ocean
and your hot-shot ejaculate swill | |
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Posted: 1/14/2007 7:41:46 AM | your hot-shot ejaculate swill
can still explaing that irregular stain
found on the train of her dress
what a mess this situation became
racking the brains of a nation ingrained
with seudo religious strains of neo conservative pains
trained to refrain from speaking of sex
the next president falls for a war hex | |
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Posted: 1/14/2007 7:56:09 AM | the next president falls for a war hex
while babies are dying in droves
he claims what he's doing is helping
but helping who, god only knows
as for ol' Clinton, that dirty man
he deserved a head job or two
from the look of Hilary
that's the one thing she won't do! | |
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Posted: 1/14/2007 5:19:30 PM | That's the one thing she won't do!
As much as I try to get her to.
But washing dishes is not her forte.
And I’d rather on the computer play
With random poets all on line
Marching across this screen of mine
So all the dishes turning grey
Get put off for another day. | |
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