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Posted: 8/27/2009 8:49:24 PM | your eyes...only philosophers tell
the hidden mysteries one may find
what lies at the bottom of the well
in the darkness of another's mind
dark impenetrable jungle deep
from all dangers hides our wary hearts
one day Cupid will stealthily creep
up and hit us with his am'rous darts | |
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Posted: 8/27/2009 11:59:35 PM | hit us with his amorous darts
unless his aim hits the wrong parts
where love's hidden at best
or creating distress
teasing us all when we're undressed
or pretending it's real just to impress
perhaps cupid has lost the use of his eyes
and should retire his love enterprise | |
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Posted: 8/28/2009 2:49:04 PM | and should retire his love enterprise
the son of war and goddess devine!
he bears both the arrows of lead
and of gold...and results of both in kind.
cupid but sees the love that his mother
imparted but blind he must live
in the genetic leavings his father
bestowed...only so passions they give. | |
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Posted: 8/28/2009 4:54:46 PM | Bestowed...only so passions they give
Only such passions they receive,
all judged...all feeling genuine, but
all becoming dust and mote to the eye,
finally, one that makes crystal ring high and blue
smiles infectious- passion intertwined,
candles are lit, a circle is made, a tune is knit from drums
a simple and natural life may be begun | |
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Posted: 8/28/2009 5:49:19 PM | a simple and natural life may be begun
after you put away that b-b gun
stop this violent search for fun
put that destructive thought on the run
maybe a towel on the back of your ass
snapped by someone with a bit more brass
keeps ya hopping and on your toes
its kind'a funny how some things go | |
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Posted: 8/28/2009 8:55:17 PM | its kind'a funny how some things go
funny peculiar, not ha-ha, as they say
worthy people may face a life of woe
the lucky lazy have things go their way
two together make a straighter row
each leaning over in turn on a bad day
even Job had others when he was low
some Jobs alone each day, like today | |
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Posted: 8/29/2009 12:03:38 AM | some jobs alone each day, like today
i was in my own world with not much to say
many thoughts going through my mind
still i try to put them all behind
still they linger and float around like a cloud
should i yell in this store very loud
here comes a customer heading my way
good morning how may i help you today | |
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Posted: 8/29/2009 7:10:02 AM | good morning
how may i help you today
take warning
my mind can just kinda stray
twas a sunny afternoon
with pollen in the air
when along came that shot
from out of nowhere | |
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Posted: 8/29/2009 12:17:57 PM | from out of nowhere
the first leaves yellowed
bellies flew over us in escape
of shot or, if lucky, winter
and the muck stirs beneath as
turtles and frogs huddle and
nuts make their way into my
garden for safekeeping...
good morning. my mind is in constant tangential motion....stray? | |
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Posted: 8/29/2009 5:15:42 PM | Garden for safekeeping,
That's what your mother told you.
Why then is it weeping,
Longing for a plowman true?
One day that man will walk,
And come into your garden,
You'll see her words were talk,
And his tresspass you'll pardon. | |
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Posted: 8/29/2009 6:20:19 PM | and his tresspass you'll pardon
for love bears its own crosses
and every fool climbs his own hill,
every weed owns a garden.
and my sins will gather reason
for the journey of love and lovers
is a paradox of a a sane mans madness
what is covered anew in each season | |
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Posted: 8/30/2009 3:42:41 AM | what is covered anew in each season
feels like a young deer's exploration
where memory serves no purpose
as life takes us down a new course
though once upon we did rehearse
this branch of the tree we trespass
naturally changing and revolving
sometimes flying...sometimes falling
to keep evolving is our life's calling | |
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Posted: 8/30/2009 7:33:09 PM | to keep evolving is our life's calling
while I think Im flying Im busy falling
and while the branching tree can be quite enthralling
in truth i suck wind for self perserverence
while the poet saints just go on absolving
my anti-acid blues just keeps dissolving
the big blue marble just keeps revolving
my inertia is spinning from adherence | |
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Posted: 8/30/2009 7:44:01 PM | my inertia is spinning from adherence
my goal for a degree closer from perserverance
saved from happenstance
while i juggle school, the boy child...the single parent dance
eyes closing a split second in time
running hard, studying all, a stich saving nine
meeting all challenges head on
dancing in early fall mists | |
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Posted: 8/30/2009 8:38:39 PM | dancing in early fall mists i face the fog full head on
stand at forks in the road knowing whats wrong
when we're all alike and the facists are gone
there is a chance that we'll all get along
cant see no further than the bend in the road
nor bare more than the flood's tasking
lost in your eyes i will carry the load
I just sit here and wait for the asking | |
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Posted: 8/31/2009 4:07:11 AM | I just sit here and wait for the asking
though questions bubble up within
I know this path is part of heaven
even with the illusion of separation
wondering when we lost our vision
seeking truth behind false perception
have we always been really like children
psychologically only wanting what's forbidden
sorry to put that ridiculously unpoetic word in that last line.....
feel free to not use it!
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Posted: 8/31/2009 7:31:08 AM | psychologically only wanting what's forbidden
biologically through hormones she was driven
out of the safety beyond that garden gate
peddling that twelve-speed not seeing the grate
aligned by some day-worker with nothing in mind
no malace or jokery or thoughts found unkind
twas just the way drain covers traditionally went
in wheel-jamming half gainer over handlebar she was sent | |
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Posted: 8/31/2009 8:10:52 PM | in wheel-jamming half gainer over handlebar she was sent
and awoken I was when she landed right upon my tent
when I poked out my head and looked in her eye
I realized she may have been heaven sent
Thanks for cushioning my fall she said
but I didn't mean to land right in your bed
i am usually a little bit more coy and shy
then she kissed me so deep my face turned red | |
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Posted: 8/31/2009 8:34:47 PM | then she kissed me so deeply my face turned red
but i ignored my shyness and grabbed her instead
pulled her into my tent and under the covers
and kissed her again while my fingers discovered
her hair and the buttons that held fast her shirt
and the zipper that once held together her skirt
then gone were my pants and stuffed teddy bear
and the red from my face had spread down to...there.... | |
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Posted: 8/31/2009 11:04:25 PM | and the red from my face had spread down to there
and my partner had to come up for air
most people won't
and most people don't
what a redwing experience to share...
(Vulgar, I know. But with that last line, I just couldn't help it.  ) | |
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Posted: 9/1/2009 3:44:40 AM | what a redwing experience to share
soaring on currents of fresh autumn air
watching over us all from up there
with eyes that see through the atmosphere
seeking to land and stand in safety
as we see hawks start to circle endlessly
searching for food to feed their babies
protection they bring on outstretched wing | |
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Posted: 9/2/2009 7:38:51 AM | protection they bring on outstretched wing
so says the generals in missions they sing
guiding missiles of mercy was not in the cards
one more lost school to the flying fktards
friendly fire is such a strange term
bit like children watching a bug squirm
the magnifying glass held to the sun
not something I thought of as fun | |
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Posted: 9/2/2009 12:52:26 PM | not something I thought of as fun
but my brother, now HE was the one
to pull legs off of spiders
and wings from the flies
and step on the bodies
or magni-glass fry....
with all of that anger pent up inside
i wonder that i escaped his youth alive
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Posted: 9/2/2009 1:27:05 PM | i wonder that i escaped his youth alive
and grew up to be the man that I am inside
as I look to the heavens and the stars to align
the constellation telling me that my life will shine
as long as I thrive and keep my head held up high
and remember all the shit I did to get this prize
15 years later and 30 years wise
only thing that matters to me is the love in my son's eyes.
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Posted: 9/2/2009 2:48:40 PM | only thing that matters to me
is the love in my sons' eyes
as they shine with glee
laughter filling the skies
gathering with my daughter
once a year all together
one sister...two brothers
nourishing me from deep inside | |
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