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Posted: 9/12/2009 9:20:48 AM | Extraordinary feelings came through
a wish I hoped was true
going through the years
some feelings dissappear
what is love
it is more than emotion
it is more than a notion
it is given from God above | |
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Posted: 9/12/2009 11:13:10 PM | It is given from God above
The source is so high can we love?
Elated that It is Alive
To achieve, we do strive and strive
We become expert herbalist
Take libations for free and bound
Soul to rise to the crown of the mound
To what end does the void began? | |
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Posted: 9/13/2009 3:11:14 AM | to what end does the void begin?
they say the void contains everything
and nothing....with no beginning or ending
for within everything is also the nothing.....
the void.....metaphysically speaking
seemed like a black hole in my thinking.....
course some think metaphysics is all hocus pocus
these days it is more here and now that I focus
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Posted: 9/13/2009 11:26:45 AM | these days it is more here and now that I focus
points of yesteryear fade in the mist
too many conditions define this locus
for now i'll hold fast and clasp in my fist
the you and you essential to psyche
the parts of me i can gather to home
unknown entities that may/may not be
see, there i go, my mind still on roam!!!
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Posted: 9/13/2009 3:57:31 PM | unknown entitities that may not be
see, there i go, my mind still on roam
years a-climbing up the wrong tree
mug shots taken without no comb
agnostic soothesayers steering the way
lost beacons shining their light
grasping at hopes left to betray
shining brightly to show the way right | |
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Posted: 9/13/2009 9:55:12 PM | 
Scrambled aim!!!! Hee!
(I am sooo there.)
shining brightly to show the way right
winter's harbinger stars arise
and in the morning's song we sight
the flickers of a tapestry quite
full of colors red yellow blue
and a few glaring white ones, too
scintillate in the midnight soup
a welcome fare a wish for you | |
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Posted: 9/13/2009 10:11:40 PM | shining brightly to show the way right
a tangarine moon hangs on the horizon
lining lightly forgoes the play fight
as submarine poontang's gone to put fries on
bathed in an atmosphere of pure enlighenment
poutine may slip across your mind
portrayed as a stratospheric cure to night vents
routine day trips are boss you find | |
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Posted: 9/14/2009 3:04:11 AM | routine day trips are boss you find
your shoes underneath the bed
that i dont see dont make me blind
im just watchin' the ground that i tread
heading to DC on a 9 AM flight
i think i'll do lunch with michelle
and leftist companions who know whats right
with a one way ticket to hell | |
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Posted: 9/14/2009 7:24:28 AM | with a one way ticket to hell
and a dog that knows how to spell
something may smell but he doesn't care
since the fur on his back looks like Donald Trump's hair
a seat was reserved up in first class
where some pretty girl will kiss his ass
pet his head until he's upside down
then brag about doing him when back on the ground | |
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Posted: 9/14/2009 8:00:39 AM | then brag about doing him when back on the ground
keeping the beast feed is their delight
egos as big as the plane itself
and why not, that's what they are tought
the rest of humanity created them
wanting to be entertained ...
we worship them
keep the monster feed | |
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Posted: 9/14/2009 9:33:48 AM | keep the monster fed
all twenty heads rear up
and bite through a mythical
hero - you are NOT one
of the centaur, thessalic beast
or titan blest in gaia's land
yet left to bleed headless
by hercules' hand | |
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Posted: 9/14/2009 4:27:03 PM | by Hercules's hand
they thought of demands
how all could be right
what a feeling of delight
just keep him on their side
give Herc a free ride
let the tide flow into their favour
he can do all the labour | |
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Posted: 9/14/2009 4:51:51 PM | he can do all the labour !
isn't that how it goes;
if i planned to mow lawns,
KIDS! i would not have had those!
better the chain saw growl
to life in his hands
and the mulch bucket his job,
HIS! oh the strength it demands! | |
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Posted: 9/14/2009 6:21:15 PM | HIS! oh the strength it demands
words slipping to pages of irony
strenght isn't measured by glands
if it were so, would be a mockery
of the evidence daily life remands
despite the strong writing history
strength is found in inner lands
exploring boundaries of you and me | |
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Posted: 9/14/2009 6:40:16 PM | exploring boundaries of you and me
where they are thick and where they are we
and how they are washed and moved by the tides
and how fickle are the ones who inside them resides
you laugh at me in a perfunctory way
as words drip off my lip with little to say
forming a puddle never reaching your ears
and dissolving like syrup drops into my tears | |
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Posted: 9/14/2009 9:05:37 PM | and dissolving like syrup drops into my tears
Awww ... salt and sugar combine
making a one of a kind treat
satisfying both ends of the spectrum
and everything in between
lavish my body with such
a feast fit for a King
Satisfy my prince tonight .... | |
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Posted: 9/14/2009 10:07:19 PM | Satisfy my prince tonight
Words uttered caress gentle
Fingers stroke his heart with light
Bring warmth about his middle
Tender teeth nip cares away
Silken lips keep dark secrets
Endearment’s music we play
As late night’s cotton moon sets | |
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Posted: 9/14/2009 10:30:23 PM | as late night’s cotton moon sets
Diana hangs her life from a low boughed tree
and wishes Jupiter would hide his glowing face
and let her sleep until Apollo slaps his steeds
into motion from the eastern shores
of my God's domains...and could they, between
my birth and death rage fires across the
firmament and breed another moon for me? | |
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Posted: 9/15/2009 8:30:43 AM | firmament and breed another moon for me
stardust memories sprinkle the dance floor
steamy memories of twinkling lights I see
a ball flashing, crouded bumping midst the roar
of music so inane only drink sustained me
disco music soberly heard seemed such a bore
that I blotted the memories so completely
along with those whose past I'd adore | |
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Posted: 9/15/2009 6:52:29 PM | those whose past I'd adore
others may think are a bore
no more than dust on the floor
in some room on a distant shore
still I feel their powers
guiding me through the hours
turning huricanes into shower
making garbage smell like flowers | |
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Posted: 9/15/2009 7:04:34 PM | making garbage smell like flowers
requires turning, worms and showers
how true that flesh too is eaten
until only poor Yorrick's skull is beaten
around the brow in death as in life
so that dying is rest and end to strife
while manic Hamlet causes deaths of many
the poor 'fool' caused no death to any | |
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Posted: 9/15/2009 10:04:14 PM | the poor fool caused no death to any
yet huddled in the alley cold he bared
his skin to the whips of ill winds and
not a scrap of lowly bread and water fare
one universe enraged cares not
who takes the blame nor gives reprieve
but for the grace of god 'tis me who 'd be
that fool , his burden, mine recieved | |
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Posted: 9/16/2009 12:42:17 AM | that fool , his burden, mine recieved
gifted with words sweet as wine
innocently stated on hindsight believed
sour as vinegar towards yours and mine
stories, fables, parables he retrieved
each reflected oblique vectors in a line
an unwelcome angle to be perceived
fitting mirrors; unseen views of our decline | |
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Posted: 9/16/2009 2:20:54 PM | unseen views of our decline
the tree falling in the forest
not a profitable story line
no one cares about the poorest
hide behind a hail of stones
remain nameless but carry a cross
what story will be told by our weary bones
when they pick through the chaos | |
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