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Posted: 1/17/2007 10:22:45 PM | Let me go back to bed
Red wine goes to my head
At least that’s the excuse I said
When I stayed the night
It was you who kindly led
Me to your bed upstairs instead
And Oh what fun (I think) we had
If my foggy memories are right.
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Posted: 1/18/2007 8:33:27 AM | if my foggy memories are alrigh T then
i'm awake
and i'm rejuvenated by a ravin who played with me
I'm so happy she did because she is a delicately
wonderful fair player and her hair..black as midnight
not an oversight
just shiny and healthy like her mind and her soul
my god I had a good sleep. | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 10:18:10 AM | My god I had a good sleep
My dreams they took me places deep
I roamed in lands that were to my delight
Soaking in everything within my sight
From the bluest skies to the greenest trees
Yes oh I even played with the bees
Then to my pleasant surprise
I saw a sexy man with deep lustful eyes | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 11:03:07 AM | deep lustful eyes
milky white thighs
an imprint on my mind
I didn't think I'd find
makes me a little suspicious
why you're so delicious
needs thought solely mine
are sent back to me in rhyme | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 11:06:15 AM | are sent back to me in rhyme
as I sip on my whiskey and lime
waiting for the two of us to dance before the fire
all silly and almost over the wire
laughing and dancing we have so much fun
it almost feels like we are warmed by the afternoon sun
lips upon lips seem to become so wet
is it time for the rest just yet | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 11:25:59 AM | is it time for the rest just yet
or would it be better to keep getting wet?
feeling the flow of lyrical intuitions
led me this way, to your superstitions
dropped me deep inside of a dream
where what is an answer, and no just a scream
while waiting is torture none should behold
i'll do it forever, til our story's told | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 11:32:09 AM | is it time for the rest just yet
Or will I miss and regret
That I didn’t bother to go
Made myself a no show
At another Coffee Time or Tims’
Dating etiquette suggests that whims
When taken just to meet some man
Who doesn’t get it or understand | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 11:34:45 AM | i'll do it forever, til our story's told
I’ll stand on a soap box ever so bold
I’ll light a fire for when it gets cold
And gather around the young and the old
Until the very last book ever written is sold
I’ll search every cranny and every fold
For every wisdom that your mind can hold
To understand your heart of gold. | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 11:40:42 AM | Who doesn't get it, or understand
well, they don't matter in the end
they don't tuck you into your dreams at night
or vanquish the dark while the devil's in sight
they don't answer the questions you can't seem to ask
and they're terrible liars in honesty's mask
there's only a measured, treasured few
who could ever "get" the likes of you | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 11:41:23 AM | who could ever get the likes of you
when you constantly seem to spew and spew
these words that makes no sense
and leave me feeling totally dense
shaking my head I simply wonder why
just how you can so easily make me cry
time for me to walk away
leave you there to find a place to stay | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 11:43:16 AM | To understand your heart of gold
never the day to say it is too bold
we jump in and play to find ourselves lost
even if it takes every tear that it cost
we come back together
like birds of a feather and thats
whats important my ravincause
thats whats important | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 11:47:04 AM | As I whisper sweet nothings in your ear
i'll pull out the wax so i know you can hear
the words i pull out of the space in my head
refueling the fire i thought was out dead
insisting on twisting the lines and the lies
believing i'll pull all the stars from your eyes
i'll place them, so gently, inside my glass case
keep them forever to remember your face | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 11:49:22 AM | leave you there to find a place to stay
that's what's important, i must say
weaving and bobbing with too much to drink
and wondering mutely just what do you think
while lies are sputtering out of view
and time is playing a trick on we two
there's no forever like time gone by
just you forget to remember that line | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 12:11:47 PM | just you forget to remember that line
because i feel something here and it's outta time
I'm comprehending your im mutations and it just don't want out
please hear me now this is pain to get Shout!
You're hurting me don't you see?
this is where the metal comes out?
no one knows how and what
but F*ck it hurts you .. you.. you.. whats your face....you! | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 12:18:07 PM | But F*ck it hurts you.. you.. you..what's your face ..you
I can't seem to understand.. but I feel this sand
that's shifting..to another shore and another place
what's your face..
see it don't make sense we think it's just words
but really it's our spirit that courses thru the turds
and they hurt and they mime..on the last bottom line
I try to make it rhyme but can't do it all the time | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 1:11:17 PM | I try to make it rhyme but can't do it all the time
I wish I had a quarter or even just a dime
For every wander thinking that leads me out of line
It’s rebelling social moorings that anchor me in mine
And if it makes my life a mess well I guess it’s a chance I’ll take
And so what if I reach for the universe I won’t make the same mistake
Of settling for a walk with ego’s ravings trying to undermine all the time
My need to speak it out and make it damn well rhyme. | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 1:37:11 PM | My need to speak it out and make it damn well rhyme
well, that's the need that keeps me screaming, drowning in the lines
reaching for a word or two, even a phrase that holds the tune
without questioning the origins, or how it got from me to you
so, without a rhyme or reason, with no way to intercede
i get down on my weathered knees to proceed with the plead
of begging your forgiveness, with rhymes so lyrically demented
and bustling through the haze that i alone invented | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 7:12:42 PM | bustling through the haze
that i alone invented
makes me look demented
but we know you all played a part
pretending its just a phase
I am also a defendant
none of us are independent
cause to add is as bad as to start | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 7:28:43 PM | to add is as bad as to start
and to feel is as bad as it gets
then whatever draws it's final line
and clears the path to the bets
here at the dog-track races
we've all lost a few, won a few
what keeps them coming back, luv
is the thought of winning, too | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 7:55:47 PM |  It is the thought of winning, too,
I have lost so much ,,in the name of you....
I am all I want to be....a little more since you,,left,
see, I am not dependent,,,I am not your clown.....
I hate it that I make you sound,,,,
so needy in a pitiful way....It was always me taking care of you!
I have so , gotten over that,,,,
I hope you can get your poetry back!  | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 8:12:16 PM | get you poetry back ,don't relapse
get back in focus ,hope no one noticed
then suddenly flickers and you're there
tye dyed in Victoria's secret underwear
pin cushioned posed on the edge of a chair
simply special yet amazingly unaware
of the greyhounds streaking in the yard
saying hey baby blue this is getting real hard | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 8:18:34 PM |  Saying hey baby blue this is getting real hard.
I put up with the crap and the women,,
I put up with the stabbin and burnin,,,,,,
Now its me who said,,,,YOU GottSA gooooo.....
I know ,,,YOU didnt even know,
that all the while,,,
I was lookin away,,thinkin what the Helll????
Did my life just turn out this way? | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 8:26:21 PM | Did my life just turn out this way?
or was someone else driving the Royce
I'm not responsible for myself
or others by choice
give that thought a voice
could it all be just a joke
somehow maybe gone too far
by shifting the blame on the feeble and lame | |
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Posted: 1/19/2007 1:42:40 AM | by shifting the blame on the feeble and lame
my opinion of you could never be the same
You're still my love
my heart, my dove
your lips are still so sweet
I think of the last kiss; there on the street
it ended with a sigh
then I softly whispered; good bye | |
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Posted: 1/19/2007 2:00:12 AM | I softly whispered; good bye
I know I had a tear in my eye
But then I saw a wondrous sight
As the smoke curled up around the tail light.
Thank God and Greyhound,...Your Gone | |
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