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Posted: 11/25/2008 8:30:41 PM | reality is but a mere guess
Ive lost my grip i do confess
we lost our jones i do confess
you can scare me but i wont think
we cannot lose so lets grind it out
i do not care, pour me a stout
I will hang tile but will not grout
i see it all and wont blink | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 11/25/2008 8:42:18 PM | I see it all and won't blink
in a trance-like think tank
my eyes are glued open
but they are blind to see
for it's when I close them
that inspiration comes to me
and vision rises from inside of me
telling me to open them and see reality | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 11/25/2008 8:57:29 PM | vision rises from inside of me
telling me to open them and see reality
for if you dont, you wont be free
my advise flows through my toes
life has done quit us, everyone knows
i forget where I came from but i know where it goes
i am who i am despite my new clothes
dont help me we could all die tommorrow | |
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Posted: 11/25/2008 9:47:09 PM | dont help me we could all die tomorrow
your charity I do not want to borrow
thoughts of death bring on such sorrow
thankfully I have a musical friend
be it Delta, Chicago or Texas you choose
solo artists or ones accompanied by musical crews
either gentle acoustic or powerful electric blues
emotional catharsis for facing the final days | |
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Posted: 11/26/2008 4:06:49 AM | emotional catharsis for facing the final days
while i lay here in a stupor, a haze
nothing will no longer faze
this ol' mind of mine
closing my eyes i float in the breeze
i smell the salt, feel the seas
only do as i please...in
this ol' soul of mine | |
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Posted: 11/26/2008 4:33:55 AM | in this ol' soul of mine
feels like we've been here a long time
writing poetry and drinking wine
and sharing what pours forth from our hearts
in this ol' soul of mine
I've felt the pain of love and ecstasy sublime
breaking down walls that no one can climb
protecting me from the cruelty of our time | |
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Posted: 11/26/2008 9:09:38 AM | protecting me from the cruelty of our time
a box of paints and blank pages for rhyme
for in my mind is the door to freedom
open when I please for any reason
I'll dream and create what I do not have
for this or that or just to feel glad
maybe even sad if its what I want to be
for I am the one that creates the me | |
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Posted: 11/26/2008 9:50:19 AM | for I am the one that creates the me
be it standing triumphiantly
or humbly bent upon my knees
only me can be the one that is free
free to be taken to the heights of new skies
found to be blinded be unseeming eyes
free to just be a regular ol' guy
found to be wanting for the day I may die...
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Posted: 11/26/2008 10:36:38 AM | found to be wanting for the day i may die...
then breaking down and begin to cry
for all my life i've lived a lie
but i didn't mean to
am wanting to find my only truth
looking high and low, but there is no use
am looking to find my only muse
but i can't seem too | |
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Posted: 11/26/2008 2:29:38 PM | but i can't seem too
frown when there could be
so much worse in my life
as i'm thankful for all on my plate
the sun set on my troubles
as i held them to the sky releasing
them in syncronicity with the meteorite
that exploded in fiery green Friday night
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 11/27/2008 11:16:27 AM | that exploded in fiery green Friday night
the reds and the yellows and other hues
made a spectaculor sight
in the heavens above glowing so bright
So with the rainbow after a rain
so the daylight is not left out of
a brillant display of all that marks
creation for us to delight. | |
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Posted: 11/27/2008 2:55:19 PM | creation for us to delight
needs little else but to happen
then awe will encompass with the sights
the sounds and smells of then
with whispers of wow passing for speach
drawn deep breaths engulf now
knowing similarities are far out of reach
we wait for the creator's bow | |
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Posted: 11/29/2008 2:56:41 PM | she's gone, i say while crying
with my heart, it too is dying
it's the truth, i swear i ain't lying
forever she's with me
memory will be living
the sweetest thing, full of giving
and her smile, oh so riveting
just wait and you will see | |
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Posted: 11/29/2008 5:38:57 PM | just wait and you will see
as my mother would say to me
and my sister most aptly
"wait till your father gets home"
few statements would strike more fear
as simple as they may appear
lest I find his ample footgear
put where the sun does not shine
{For those who take these things literally, it is a figure of speech...for the most part. I miss ya dad and yes, I almost always had it coming...rest in peace  } | |
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Posted: 11/29/2008 10:18:51 PM | put where the sun does not shine
it hardly takes an einstein
or various chakras to align
to know what that means
why I am writing this I do not know
could be a whim perhaps although
I think I may go have some bordeaux
red over white whenever possible | |
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Posted: 11/30/2008 4:32:30 AM | back in the hole i go!
that dulled stupor brought on by alcohol
which fortunately, never really agreed with me
being of the popular group now called
one with an addictive personality
or maybe, it's just another way of saying
one has lost a bit of sanity and willpower
to not do what one wants, any day, any hour | |
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Posted: 11/30/2008 9:06:10 AM | to not do what one wants,
any day, any hour in all those haunts
life becomes a burden or chore
its not very likely you're going to score
the puck will stay just out of reach
you may even feel like a log on the beach
with waves beating you into place
so much erosion you've lost your face | |
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Posted: 11/30/2008 9:22:12 AM | so much erosion you've lost your face
a haunting for sure that nothing will cure
but then sometimes it's a blessing
to just disappear....
to become invisible and no one can see
where you are or what you get up to
so you can come and go as you please....
perhaps truly free | |
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