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Posted: 9/16/2009 3:08:41 PM | What story will be told by our weary bones
when they pick through the chaos ?
Was there indeed a story to tell,
Here, from the bottomless pit of hell
Better to think yourself in jail
than free as a nightingale
with the ability to
rewrite the script? | |
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Posted: 9/16/2009 6:12:05 PM | the ability to rewrite the script
without a quill or ink or paper
with only resolution savored
wine and meek forgiveness sipped
plotted lines naught rehearsed
uttered clean, an ill reversed
tendered by, bemused of chaos
imagination yet will save us | |
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Posted: 9/16/2009 7:38:53 PM | imagination yet will save us
once given traction by weight
not centrifugal force like a discus
choreographed to waltz of fate
gleaming skyward as Arthur left us
promised, yet bound to earth of late
no godlike spinning notions before us
just greed, misery, grime on us to grate | |
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Posted: 9/16/2009 7:45:28 PM | just greed, misery, grime on us grate
as if this is our permanent state
hoping there is no heaven's gate
for surely it can not be our fate.....
unless none of this is really real
'cuz I can't believe this is the whole deal
living selfishly as if it doesn't matter
if the whole world is just organic splatter..... | |
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Posted: 9/17/2009 12:37:44 AM | if the whole world is just organic splatter
there's a miracle lies within
it's called the intellect of the human brain
the pinnacle of selective whim
need there be any more than that
to rejoice in the marvel of we
to call it god plain and simple
overlooks eons of chemistry | |
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Posted: 9/17/2009 8:38:44 AM | overlooks eons of chemistry
without which life would be impossible
still, the origins of life invoke sophistry
sparked sparked amino acids implausible
still, it will do as well as any others
it's all just a mystery of words to me
life here and now presents too many bothers
to give any opinion of origins the third degree | |
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Posted: 9/17/2009 12:57:50 PM | to give any opinion of origins the third degree
Usurps our place betwixt the sun and moon in this tree,
circling with the spheres upon which we find no roots
their lifeless forms sending no tender costa shoots
Sattelites searching the apogee travel endlessly
gathering clues, revealing secrets methodically
Purient goals, encompassed in rocket ships
Delivered by awestruck and costive lips
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Posted: 9/17/2009 4:29:41 PM | Delivered by awestruck and costive lips
clenched teeth delivering clenched lines
pseudo-jovial banter and fake future tips
for greater productivity down in the mines
all the wage slaves aboard sinking ships
watching their bosses bend fork tines
watching their retirement taking long trips
fear with loathing in the soul combines | |
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Posted: 9/17/2009 4:44:34 PM | Delivered by awestruck and costive lips
I set out in search of some caustic pricks
to beat some peace into the redneck crowd
and play some blues and destort real loud
origins, destinations in the land of bling
all i know what to do is the right next thing
while inbred oligarchs serve senators feeding
the souls most in need are still bleeding
sorry again PO, ignore me unless i think up a patch
fear with loathing in the soul combines
while the anarchist army thinks up rhymes
i was somewhere near barstow when the drugs kicked in
and realized the thickness was in fact quite thin
buffalos roaming, breaking the lease
crossing the threshold of the great peace
would we extoll such great wisdom if we did what we know
when the going gets wierd, the wierd turn pro
(we love u hunter, please pray for us) | |
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Posted: 9/17/2009 5:31:28 PM | when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro
ain't what you do, it's who you know
affection's a curse keep your nose to the wheel
and for god's sake don't reveal the true way you feel
turn your fear into mindless bravado
just think up some catchy inciteful motto
lay it on the line as if you have conviction
the cause of the warming is global friction | |
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Posted: 9/17/2009 6:29:33 PM | the cause of the warming is global
friction grinding feeling so knoble
eye to eye theres no secret to be kept left between us
when we are true to ourselves they cannot deceive us
carrols now dead on a shot gone lost
taught me some things that wernt worth the cost
ideas in time that struck quite freeing
cant chase what i want and keep being | |
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Posted: 9/17/2009 6:48:44 PM | cant chase what i want and keep being
Peter, Paul and the angel are harmonizing
another flower returned to the soil
and poor Puff in a huff is agonizing
the path of glory heads into the night
staring down the next 500 miles
and when I die I think I might
smell the lemon flowers for awhile | |
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Posted: 9/17/2009 8:28:12 PM | smell the lemon flowers for awhile
between pacing strides across the hall
it might be cleaner on the tile
reacting to a bouncing ball
distracting whispers on the wind
perk an ear to listen for awhile
noticing not that dropping pin
add the load of hay to the pile | |
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Posted: 9/17/2009 9:05:12 PM | add the load of hay to the pile
whispering wheat mile after mile
cicadian rhythms in shimmering heat
and an ass gone numb on the tractor seat
three fields to go so hold off on the rains
woulda bought that bailer if I had any brains
hindsight so wise what's it worth to me now
like a seeder full of grain but nary a plow | |
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Posted: 9/18/2009 1:18:46 AM | like a seeder full of grain but nary a plow
sun beating down dripping sweat off my brow
stepping lightly to avoid the pats from the cow
as the day rolls by into night and right now
waking up from that dream disappearing from view
once upon a time I would have dreamed of you
but these days my life seems sort of brand new
juggling three jobs and my youngest son too | |
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Posted: 9/18/2009 6:34:13 AM | juggling three jobs and my youngest son too
there wasn't much time to hang at the zoo
though every once in an odd blue moon
the dish was able to run away with the spoon
the circus took over the juggling act
the I.R.S. demanded more fact
my feet were soar and so was my back
will the train ever slow down on this track | |
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Posted: 9/18/2009 5:57:13 PM | Frees up my soul and sets me free
lifting my loads then putting them down
removing the thoughts I thought made me be
to others a fool, to myself just a clown
with my load adjusted I set off down the path
at the fork reconsidered that well-known poem
remembering my choices and lately my wrath
at forks taken that lead me away from home | |
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Posted: 9/18/2009 6:41:34 PM | at forks taken that lead me away from home
Off to explore uncharted territory
I don't know how much longer I have on this earth
from now back to birth I've been a wonderer
the kids stopped that for 30 years
but I found me again
I'm free again
Now, it's my turn ....
((Hey Seas honey, so good to see you back   )) | |
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Posted: 9/18/2009 7:31:09 PM | now it's my turn
to not just live, but to learn
to remember it's all not what you earn
course that never stopped me living richly
for even in my poorest times
my spirit felt lifted and free from harm...well, mostly...
though there have been moments full of alarm
when my illusions were shattered completely
hey sun, sea and everybody...happy friday
and for those celebrating it, happy new year. :) | |
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Posted: 9/18/2009 8:15:10 PM | when my illusions were shattered completely
I was afforded a look inside
at the strength that tried to hide
if I didn't take up for myself
then I was on a long road to hell
The strength inside of me is true
No one will hurt it
and that's the truth
((Good evening to you One .... hope all is well with you tonight, say hi to the stars for me.  )) | |
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Posted: 9/18/2009 10:42:18 PM | And tossed out the sample
for external or others use only
for nightly tongue lapped ramble
sounds guttural and moany
dripped on her bosom so ample
with strategic olives a repast so tony
I supped her from throat to her ankle
Said I: "Shaken not stirred", she said: "Baloney" | |
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Posted: 9/19/2009 5:48:45 PM | Said I: "Shaken not stirred", she said: "Baloney"
and proceeded to rip off just how I was phoney
but i saw right through her for at the door was my croney
and we left to roast marshmellows instead
its been ten long years since i lost that fox
which is 'bout one month longer than i lost the gold locks
telling stories with friends on the equinox
as the sparks rise from summers last bonfire | |
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Posted: 9/20/2009 12:39:26 PM | He fried his own skin with a blackened tan
before jumping into the fire
not much chance to win in that frying pan
it just couldn't fulfill his desire
Now walking across the red hot coals
determined to find the way
staying cool became his primary goal
not having very much to say
[ hugs back to you seaz ... [/]] | |
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Posted: 9/20/2009 12:46:07 PM | not having very much to say
it seemed his sole goal was to play
or maybe it was his soul role in a way
for he was a child it seemed every day
yes he helped me laugh and feel genuinely gay
taking life lightly even when skies were grey
his wonderful energy shone like the sun's ray
until he got scared and ran away | |
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Posted: 9/20/2009 2:12:25 PM | Until he got scared
and ran away
he had given no thought
to that long lost day
he thought he remembered
all the hearts he'd held
but remembering her
cracked the seal of that weld. | |
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