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Posted: 10/15/2009 9:04:58 AM | all we need is a starting gun
they shoot out at the starting gate
they were fed at the start of sun
their fate I almost hate to state
have you ever seen the rabbitt
dehaired, hanging on a nail
skinned, oh what a silly habbit
feed and dead without fail | |
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Posted: 10/15/2009 9:13:57 AM | all we need is the starting gun
to let us know the race has begun
Picture perfect is the start
shooting past, like arrows and darts
Only in the pictures can they see
who it is that has the lead
neck and neck we turn the bend
it's time to start this race again | |
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Posted: 10/15/2009 12:08:17 PM | it's time to start this race again
this time I'll surely win
last time we tied, let's quit
but nothing does a quitter get
will i be your prize
and you can be mine
becoming one discover
love is no race for lovers | |
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Posted: 10/15/2009 1:38:14 PM | love is no race for lovers
more of a state of druthers
the race and religion don't mean much
there a lot more meaning in that kissing touch
the lift and ride into unknown space
the time may go fast but it ain't no race
loving lovers locked in embrace
get a room and get out of my face | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 4:35:36 AM | get a room and get out of my face
you've been dragging me down
now lost in a state of disgrace
your love is like a ten ton weight
burying me and locking the gate
yet I am strong in my burial ground
taking the time to calm myself down
shedding each layer until I am found | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 6:21:07 AM | Shedding each layer until i am found
beneath one layer of thin ground
I said my prayers and he came
no evermore will we be the same
love that I thought I had went bad
like sour grapes or lemon
hurts to think really sad
how do men do that to women | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 7:54:14 AM | how do men do that to women
how do women do that to men
twist it round and round
then say it all over again
emotional discord can't be rationally explained
any better than the random pattern of the rain
although some say its got to do with human brains
the reality is men and women don't think the same | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 9:15:35 AM | the reality is men and women
don't think the same
sounds sexist but is fundamentally sane
misunderstandings and missing directives
make some transpirations less than effective
but i love what kissinger long-ago said
'bout the battle of sexes naught ever dead
cuz cavorting with the enemy yet
is delightful we all know
thus in comforting arms i bask in the glow | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 1:06:37 PM | thus, in comforting arms, we bask in the glow
of candles lit by hope and simple prayers.
there is a cathedral inside each of us
and one all around us with stars for bells.
great vaulted rooms lit by sunlit, rainbow glass,
shadows enriched by the choirs of love and flames.
melt the barriers between inside and out,
melt the barriers between us with our flickering light. | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 3:02:11 PM | melt the barriers between us with our flickering light
I pray, I pray with all my might, but seems to no end in sight
the hate, discord, arguement between sexes, to me, just vex me
like drowning in a dark cold hole, slime on both sides, surounding
should be light and colorfully lit, full of sunshine warm with bliss
why can't we enjoy each others company without getting into pants and pocketbooks
the days of wine and roses, has turned into whine and poses, for some special look
makes all look like crooks, steal at some special chance, love no longer the dance. | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 4:15:31 PM | love no longer the dance
maybe for some with two left feet
but for others the taste of love is still just as sweet
as it has always been like a savoured dream....
when love lights up our earthly kingdom
the trees seem to smile as lovers walk by
arm in arm they glide to their magic carpet ride
then hover and soar as they take to the sky | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 4:30:49 PM | they hover and soar as they take to the sky
inside us. moonlight shimmers on their wings
and on the truth of the sea. she asks about love,
about the dance of women and men, about the pain.
like the moon falling into darkness soon
her light begins in the next breath. she dances
with the sun because she knows who she is,
who the sun is, no illusions, inside us, mindlessly. | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 5:02:56 PM | who the sun is, no illusions,
inside us, mindlessly
who lights our hearthfyres
makes blind the eyes that see
warms hands that feel immersions
outside the cold we feel
who guides spirits' longings
forever to welcome me | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 5:20:30 PM | forever to welcome me
energy held out lovingly
heart opening gratefully
spirit filled body
moving gracefully
on a rainbow lightbeam
hoping to catch a glimpse of wisdom
as the gates of heaven begin to open | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 6:18:03 PM | as the gates of heaven begin to open
light comes pouring out
waves of angelic voices singing
cast off all your doubt
an exponentially increasing rush engulfs
eyes, ears and feeling
tensions arise from questionable past
moment of truth comes reeling | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 6:34:38 PM | moment of truth comes reeling fast
or quietly marching,
too late to change what you did
no one can hide from fact well hid
for in your day if you disgrace yourself
no amount of human wealth
can make it better, make others forget
for now your past is well lit | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 8:27:07 PM | For now your past is well lit
I realise full frontal nudes with tit
might devour the hourly age of wit
but then I'm just a Brit
That sees the hours of rebirth
Not as merry but one of worth
Quandry of the pursers is legendary
Making the points of religion secondary | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 9:24:26 PM | making the points of religion secondary
especially when they turn to page three
of the Sun's journey with the ministry
for they all want to toss it in the bin
but then one might venture a second opinion
and out it comes to be pondered again
for what is it about women and 'sin'
that leaves nothing to the imagination? | |
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Posted: 10/17/2009 12:42:32 AM | that leaves nothing to the imagination
he mumbled and tossed his hands in the air
as his pallet full of pigmented lies fell splat
to the floor to stare as his mouth agape
brandished teeth and his eyes peered over
cloudy bifocals...just not his station
to leave uncovered what ought not be said
even if it were the naked truth | |
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Posted: 10/17/2009 4:00:48 AM | even if it were the naked truth, not made up lies
sums up nothing, needs no replies
as for now, she choose to hide in a disguise
true lies. For when the actual story broke
he had such a wicked grin, knowing all
else, her sin discovered, effectively evil,
no repreaval, she had to ponder the lie
to cover more, or reply, sweetheart die | |
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Posted: 10/17/2009 12:56:53 PM | to cover more, or reply, sweetheart die.
life is lived breath by breath, or pain by pain.
nah, move on. the iroquois say take 3 days
then move on ... like the moon ... all dark tomorrow
and one breath later light begins to gather
on her dark shoulders and breath by breath
she radiates the opal light of a million souls.
and then tomrrow her light, like life, continues to move. | |
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Posted: 10/17/2009 1:13:40 PM | tomorrow her light, like life, continues to move
pulsating rythyms I feel soft and smooth
where art thou lover, whatever your called
I gaze at you, tomorrow, fearless, unapalled
you cant bury me yet, so dont start to rejoice
quit your false mourning, for i still have my voice
mocked, scorned and wounded, a tad lame and poor
what i know, i will remember forever, after that it'll be no more
(HEY LIPO!) | |
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Posted: 10/17/2009 4:12:15 PM | what i know i will remember forever, after that i'll be no more,
shadows in my kid's heart & his kid and, after that,
a name printed by hand on yellowing paper. i have stories
to tell that will outlive my heart and maybe be believed.
so i sit down here near joro and sinlov and thorb
telling my tales to luri and rosie and we are 1
are they true? it doesn't matter. what matters is the tale.
and i've got more time to be even more tales and then lie.
hi, joro, i wrote this one for you, man. good to see you ..... | |
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Posted: 10/17/2009 4:36:07 PM | and i've got more time
to be even more tales
and then lie..truthfully
telling my fables
for life is full of lessons
some easy most hard
for each lesson adds character
some lessons adds scars | |
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Posted: 10/17/2009 4:36:40 PM | and i've got more time to be even more tales and then lie
i tell mine in myths of the twinkling night sky
woven tapestries 'tween hera and zeus
and his suitcase of women, his targets of ruse
of hidden plots of the gods in their boredom
and sacred rituals, the star wheel lakotan
aboriginal patterns, inuit constellations
personifications of heros and relations
apollo's lyre, orpheus, euridice, dragons
to the tunes of centaur red wine, oh! ten flagons!!!
(i love my job) | |
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