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Posted: 7/31/2009 6:32:14 PM | it happens whenever you play
especially on a rainy day
even just laughing with a friend
can help heal any wound you're carrying.....
let the joy within do its magic
to release all that feels tragic
so you can truly be free right now
letting love live as it does in the tao..... | |
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Posted: 8/1/2009 1:47:51 AM | letting love live as it does in the tao.....
We feed the concrete buildings here and now
Industries surge sustained by lust laden vultures
They suckle and preen to the Dearth of Mother Earth
Give a french kiss onto the mouth of civilization
As it flows and dripps through stones breaking
Natures bones from whence a tree grew brittle;
Bend the unwieldy boughs unconditionally lest they splinter | |
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Posted: 8/1/2009 12:58:16 PM | Bend the unwieldy boughs
unconditionally lest they splinter
beneath wings licked with putrid oil
and crudely lent to winter.
To rise again above blackened weeds
fledgling beaks scream for justice
their molten feathers stuck with blood
in Gaia's hands our charred sacrifice. | |
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Posted: 8/1/2009 1:25:25 PM | in Gaia's hand our charred sacrifice...
i've considered the trinity...investigated thrice
with no conclusion....but respect to a God
wandering silently.....these declarations feel "odd"
all knowing but not
assuming the position
i looked it up in the Webster's
the children's edition
(it's a picture book
10 lines: i'm a crook)
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Posted: 8/1/2009 6:16:46 PM | the children's edition
of any old book
is naught full enough
for a third or fourth look;
unless, of course,
the art is a pleasure-
an eyeful of candy
and chocolate treasures! | |
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Posted: 8/1/2009 9:29:13 PM | Chocolate treasures
Growing and growing
From sinful oral pleasures
My belly is a horrible thing
I get fatter and fatter every day
Wasting my youth away
Should this be allowed
Or should there be control over the crowd | |
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Posted: 8/1/2009 9:41:04 PM | Or should there be control over the crowd
Not on your life
not for this old girl anyway
you have to be strong for you
if I can do it you can do it too
mind over matter
I don't mind, so it don't matter
come on ... you laughed right?  | |
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Posted: 8/1/2009 9:57:10 PM | come on ... you laughed right?
I am nowhere near being offended
But this isn’t about me or my big belly
But discipline and optimization of the selves
We are left to do as well we please and the world is but a mess
For so many reasons that my pc might not even have enough memory to mention
Glad I could put a smile on your face
And now that you mention it I should have gone for a more humoristic fashion | |
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Posted: 8/2/2009 6:13:29 PM | for a more humoristic fashion
is just my Sunday lazing passion
on Monday it's the blues fer sure
on Tuesday wake a little more
Wedesday hump's a lumpy soup
on Thursday sliding in with you
to Friday's happy hour sarcasm
then Saturday morning's fourth orgasm :) | |
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Posted: 8/3/2009 4:48:22 PM | then Saturday morning's fourth orgasm
appeared to shake the foundation of reality
without banality in the usual sarcasm
this dream failed at questioning causality
so a long well deserved stretching onto the ground
brougt a resounding yawn with a window scan
was quickly drowned out by the blaring alarm sound
complete with instant need to move towards a frying pan | |
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Posted: 8/3/2009 6:13:45 PM | complete with instant need to move towards a frying pan ,
jeez, can't you give a guy a decent break, breakfast, that is,
but the frying pan just sits there and says wash me my man,
why didn't I wash it yesterday I ask myself, gee whiz.
but I'm tired, thinking do I really have to do this now,
because you didn't do it before when you should have you clot,
why am I getting upset, why am I having a cow,
I can just get in my car and head off to the White Spot. | |
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Posted: 8/3/2009 6:21:48 PM | I can just get in my car and head to the White spot
I don't have to wash the pan
Know what? Maybe I'll save the gas and money buying eat out
make myself some pancakes
fluffy filling
maybe a slab of bacon
fried up real crisp like
Top it with a cherry. | |
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Posted: 8/3/2009 7:06:48 PM | top it with a cherry
fare for the lusty
i'll take two of them
powder sugar dusty
in the hammock we lie
with coffee we tarry
and chat you and i
(the mosquitoes we parry) | |
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Posted: 8/4/2009 11:53:43 AM | the mosquitoes we parry
the wasps make us run
its gets pretty hairy
can spoil summer fun
its so much easier
in winter or late fall
earlier spring's not bad too
we can play bugless ball | |
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Posted: 8/4/2009 12:00:48 PM | we can play bugless ball
while the church bells ring
brief is this day
so we shall make it sing
while larvae prepare
for their coming out bash
I swing and I hit and
to first base I dash | |
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Posted: 8/4/2009 6:17:39 PM | to first base i dash
with the hornets behind
yellow and black fills
the air unconfined
to second and third
running now for my hide
to heck with the game
but to home i do slide | |
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Posted: 8/5/2009 5:14:03 PM | to home i do slide
nuther day gone by
not much got done
but tomorrow I'll try
to change the world
to make it all right
for now home to rest
up for the good fight | |
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Posted: 8/5/2009 10:10:30 PM | up for the good fight
ice-axe came in swinging
it's always a delight
to hear a new voice singing
in summer harmony
with the buzzings that be | |
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Posted: 8/6/2009 12:05:29 AM | (I really should take more care)
up for the good fight
ice-axe came in swinging
it's always a delight
to hear a new voice singing
in an endless quest
for summer harmony
he adds in his best
to the buzzings that be
(Yes, I know it's lame. But what can I do? I had to fix it.) | |
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Posted: 8/6/2009 7:05:36 AM | To the buzzings that be
I make silent plea
To the wasp and the hornet
And fat bumble bee
I ponder this buzzing
In cool shade neath a tree
For whom do they buzz
The bugs buzz fo thee | |
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Posted: 8/6/2009 12:04:54 PM | the bugs buzz for thee
and the crickets they sing
and the hum of little birds
floats brightly awing
the river laughs lightly
the opsprey they scream
and the scritch-scratch of mice
a purcussive daydream | |
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Posted: 8/6/2009 1:05:10 PM | a purcussive daydream
drumming, drumming
eardrum cacophany
nature all thrumming
things to be done
but they lack a beat
and so for now
they take a back seat
{Great to see you Shammy! Where in the ether have you been, my man?} | |
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Posted: 8/6/2009 2:35:13 PM | They take a back seat
to the skys cannonade
To the rumbling sounds
that dark clouds have made
All the world grows so silent
Some in awe, some afraid
For soon we will see what
Those dark clouds have made.
(Hey Iceaxe, I've been sort of in a real long sort of blocked spell. Had a death in the family, and some health problems. Better now. :) | |
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Posted: 8/6/2009 6:22:17 PM | those dark clouds have made
such coldness in the shade
summer's heat now just a memory
all too soon it will be january
but now a thunderstorm is brewing
as the dark clouds are looming
a lightning show will soon arise
and fill the air with thunderous highs
hey sham....good to see you again. | |
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Posted: 8/7/2009 12:37:38 AM | and fill (ing) the air with thunderous highs
the booming of hooves as
grey manes cross the skies
what carry my urns of of wine yet to spill
on thirsting dun fields and
flower'd windowsills
yet sprinkle apt miracles-
oak barrels full | |
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