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Posted: 10/5/2009 12:15:12 AM | our hands together lips apart
I beg for forgiveness from deep in my heart
where once I thought I could stand apart
now it's our bond I try and impart
hands together, lips apart
I pray for a sense of peace to start
within my own being when love's left my heart
and I dance to ignite light with my art | |
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Posted: 10/5/2009 2:41:31 AM | and I dance to ignite light with my art
my fingers dance through twists and coils
the fyre belly stirs their spirits
ablaze aglaze my coppered spoils
one holds the seventh amethyst
then lapis and turquoise and jade
citrine, carnelian, an onyx first
stones spinning balanced energy made | |
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Posted: 10/5/2009 5:02:43 AM | stones spinning balanced energy made
amethyst hanging heart level
drawing energy from within
cold stone goes warm
two and three in hands
triangle of love converging here
help my heart take flight | |
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Posted: 10/5/2009 12:51:28 PM | help my heart take flight
arching over the sand and water
as it hits the green let it bite
not run as if avoiding slaughter
with a confident back swing
then a guiding follow through
we'll likely hear that happy ping
then watch the shot fly true | |
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Posted: 10/5/2009 3:07:34 PM | then watch the shot fly true , baby
lay my body in the rough
straight and true, the only fair play
no more cliches  hmm, well, maybe
four more lines what can i dare say?
dimpled balls or cupids arrows
catch the curves above the fairway
kiss me quick , play through, it's MY day! | |
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Posted: 10/5/2009 3:49:06 PM | kiss me quick , play through, it's MY day!
birdie the shorts, bogey the fours
don't wanna talk about the fives
lost two dimpled fishes
left a few fountain wishes
got trapped in the ditches
flicked four lousy ticks from my socks
and kissed one sweeeeeeeeet scotch on the rocks
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Posted: 10/5/2009 6:28:05 PM | Kissed one sweet scotch on the rocks
the fairway not too far from the docks
kissed one scotch too many
trapped my soul for a penny
warm coffee in the early morn
wishing I had never been born
the lining all torn
now to face my face with the look of scorn | |
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Posted: 10/5/2009 7:32:54 PM | now to face my face with the look of scorn
Close, that shaved on face most worn
Pleasing encouraged is that face
Another day in calm, human race.
Laboured wheels, no time to think
Spewing industrial waste to stink
But, my it is a fine day Mr Starbuck
Ocean spirits free from thunderstuck | |
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Posted: 10/5/2009 7:34:21 PM | Now to face my face with the look of scorn,
The mirror doesn't lie,
Nor the lines on my face,
Botox is not an option.
Too much contemplation,
Trying to determine my next move,
Or the actions of another.
Patience is my friend. | |
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Posted: 10/5/2009 7:39:50 PM | Patience is my friend
Cold unobserved
Patiently end
Fire served.
Small ignited
Boiler flame grows
Nurtured, never fighted
Patience rewarded whistle blows! | |
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Posted: 10/5/2009 7:42:49 PM | Patience is my friend
we usually wait together right til the end
we pass the time drinking rotgut wine
in no hurry to do the things we intend
Virtue is waiting upon a star
though it often won't take you very far
see the stars may twinkle but there's the wrinkle
they pretty much stay where they are | |
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Posted: 10/5/2009 9:10:59 PM | Ocean spirits free from thunderstuck,
they pretty much stay where they are,
[the big patch line] WTF?
I get in my car really wanting a truck,
think back way far while passing the buck
stuck in a rut reading Howard the Duck,
the Boss was blinded by the lightning
I got struck | |
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Posted: 10/5/2009 9:24:45 PM | I got struck
Lunar light shone from behind inky cotton clouds
laced over a jet black glass sky
I jerked my clutch and hit the curb
so Distracted by the sight
Lurching forward I watched as the cloud curtains
peeled back and revealed a full moon
Sitting Bright and Free in the Open Sky | |
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Posted: 10/5/2009 9:39:46 PM | Sitting Bright and Free in the Open Sky
Pondered relaxed in reasons why
Calm reflections without chaos
Marshmallow clouds dreams tossed
Babbling brook, with tree of shade
Soothed spirit, is by that staid
Marvelled in theatre's daily show
Colours raimbow in sunrise glow | |
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Posted: 10/5/2009 10:11:12 PM | Colours rainbow in sunrise glow
page traced on top and and below
trapped condensation fogs glass
sunflowers dance gold and brass
Blink quickly its sure to pass
A glitter dropping from the crow
A rope skipping day and lass
A blood red tear due to flow | |
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Posted: 10/6/2009 2:06:43 AM | a blood red tear due to flow
when young it was all she'd know
but as she grew her tears turned blue
feeling heartache as you do
when one's soul deeply beckons you
searching for love that feels true
where tears will not from sadness flow
but tears of joy will lovingly show | |
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Posted: 10/6/2009 2:30:46 AM | ... tears of joy will lovingly show
if her dreams could become true
she's never lost the faith
he's out there
searching for her with his heart
radar that can see through the dark
it's never a challenge to keep true love
it gives of it's self naturally | |
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Posted: 10/6/2009 10:38:58 AM | it gives of it's self naturally
oh where oh where will this thing be
no longer starving from survivals rush
far from a quest our ancestors thirst
pulling particles, sex, logic, pains, need
distinction never clear, mind, body, souls greed
not for the want of fertility
accumulation matters forgotten, no love, no glee | |
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Posted: 10/6/2009 3:35:36 PM | accumulation matters forgotten. No love, no glee.
situations encountered i may be blockin'. No fight, no fee
though artists get lost, the house is rockin', smoke cigars and please not T
the snipers trigger it is a-cockin', wont u please just let me be
its been 40 years since the summer of love, you know they stopped a war
so as you surf into the mosh pit, please try to rememberwhat it all was for
to keep pulling it back to its about justice , before it turns into a chore
you gotta live your own sh-t. day after day, and to walk it can be quite a bore | |
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Posted: 10/6/2009 4:57:58 PM | you gotta live your own sh-t. day after day, and to walk it can be quite a bore
so fill up your senses, smile to the crowd, after-all that's what their looking for
the passage is open,climb down the road, greet them all from door to door
remember old pal the ice-cream van when your daylight turns to war
walk down that tree come play with me, don't you know thats what their looking for
all hand in hand with that jolly old man were ready to start a war
step on those mines exploding with crime, lets all make the first draw
love mines exploding, freedom implosion, serenity smiles on every door, remember thats what their looking for | |
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Posted: 10/6/2009 6:00:07 PM | love mines exploding, freedom implosion, serenity smiles on every door, remember thats what their looking for,
I pretend not to notice,
Otherwise they might suck me into their game of life,
I do not know the rules,
Nor do I care to.
I prefer to live free,
From the worry of what others think. | |
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Posted: 10/6/2009 6:29:08 PM | from the worry of what others think.
i close my eyes when close to the brink
and wink at the dangers that haunt from there
heck, i'm kiddin myself if i say i don't care!
i care if the bee balm blooms pink and not red
in a garden designed for crimson instead
and i brood o're the grays and the rip in my jeans
dotted i's crossed t's and what i write means.... | |
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Posted: 10/7/2009 3:58:28 AM | no one can take away my muse
or understand what it all entails
trudging up steep and muddy trails
watching others fill their sails
catching the strong wind of the word
written often from deep within
sharing stories some poignant, some absurd
growing the bond of friend connection | |
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Posted: 10/7/2009 6:43:45 AM | growing the bond of friend connection
as a bird builds a nest for youth
foundation is the key
if it will withstand the high winds
Gulf coast got lucky this year
no 5's, 4s or 3s in hurricane size
the nest survived the summer this year
she doesn't concern herself with next year | |
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Posted: 10/7/2009 7:18:51 AM | she doesn't concern herself with next year
while looking in her glass of beer
its all so clear and amberish
maybe she'll go to Antigonish
Sit on the beach some sunny day
watch the children laugh and play
maybe she'll make a castle of sand
forget that now, here comes the band | |
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