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Posted: 10/20/2009 2:07:48 PM | victims of their own arrogance
lost in a random carless glance
salivation over what cannot be
down grading everyone that they see
the lockerroom has spawed bad seed
drinking too much and smoking weed
crying the blues for lack of a date
eyes of fire with hearts of hate | |
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Posted: 10/20/2009 2:23:24 PM | they are but victims of their own arrogance
and ours, searching for warm waters, for currents
that carry will them, and us, to intimacy and the tastes,
of love below the sun-sparkling surface of the sea.
the whales here in rosario strait teach me about wildness,
about naturalness. they dance in the air as they sing
and beat on sea drums then slide into ice waters smiling.
you and i are wild, too, in the deep & soaring tides if we just let go. | |
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Posted: 10/20/2009 3:11:24 PM | eyes of fire with hearts of hate
how did we come to be in this state?
my deepest wish is it's not too late
to find some reverence, peace and grace
but you and I are wild too,
in the deep and soaring tides if we just let go
of imagined pain and all this woe
for we are the whale, the hawk and the doe | |
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Posted: 10/20/2009 3:25:45 PM | we are the whale, the hawk and the doe
never quite sure where we should go
swimming, flying or running through fields
investing our time to see what it yeilds
its hard to decide who orders the food
assumption of anything can be quite rude
one thing for sure is we ain't no prudes
we spend all day and night in the nude | |
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Posted: 10/20/2009 4:18:58 PM | we spend all day and night in the nude
the right wing reports we are lost and crude
the left wing is wondering to what we allude
got no clue, I just want my pants off
in the dark all is equal, no one is deprived
so gimmie some shelter and gimme high five
'its a small miracle that your still alive
when i say so, please give me a small cough' | |
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Posted: 10/20/2009 8:47:40 PM | when i say so, please give a small cough
i'd like to see what you have inside
there are pills for everything up in the loft
but first we must figure out the tide
what time it goes in and what time it goes out
should be able to tell you what life's about
So lower your pants stick your but in the air
open wide lets find the cause, if you dare | |
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Posted: 10/20/2009 8:56:24 PM | open wide lets find the cause, if you dare
with lids lashed together tis we who are blind
to the smoke screen - when it clears we will find
that there's naught a surviving breath left behind
the river opens and flows, greets the lake
not a locke or a beaver dam cataract be
to stop how you feel even though you can't see
oil and sludge afloat in your heart there with me | |
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Posted: 10/20/2009 9:51:50 PM | oil and sludge afloat in your heart there with me
percolates and brews espresso strong as will be
leaves nothing for the arteries to sooth the sole
In the wall the thick rich liquid tamps any hole
Nothing found of explosion's source or root
seek answers only in the smoldering soot
Remnants fond of homes once lost in cost
Coffee cups filled together for winter's frost | |
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Posted: 10/21/2009 3:31:17 AM | coffee cups filled together for winter's frost
lining the streets for heat of all who are lost
found in the parks or their box...homes for the homeless
fell through the cracks too strained from life's stress
working the streets where the rich drive on by
sometimes stopping for some sex on the sly
girls sell their soul so their drugs they can buy
enslaved are the brave to keep paying the guy | |
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Posted: 10/21/2009 12:15:52 PM | enslaved are the brave to keep paying
the guy an gal are just saying
time will come from under the gun
after the fun you should run
find some shelter from this storm
no shame in naked when you were born
some warn of days ending in firry vengeance
is that any worse than having no independence | |
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Posted: 10/21/2009 12:35:17 PM | worse than having no independence
is the freedom to be alone-
alone with a chess board and no one to play
alone with a go board, alone with a tray
of fresh baked cookies on a holiday
or cold in the night star gazing til dawn
just one to a blanket , one cuddled down
one by herself in a mirrored frown | |
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Posted: 10/21/2009 2:21:06 PM | one by herself in a mirrored frown
is that so bad, that it would make you sad
at times alone can be so good,
doing things at one's own pace,
can help you forget life's rat race,
to treasure alone time, to think own will
not eating, no drinking, for that would be defeating
twice the pounds alone, would rather be sleeping | |
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Posted: 10/21/2009 2:21:47 PM | one by herself in a mirrored frown
remembering the day she wore a wedding gown
only it wasn't the gown her mother had saved
but a dress left over from a stranger's shop stage
remembering that day she said her vows
feeling lost in a blaze of why's and how's
room full of strangers, no family near
inside she felt shy with growing fear | |
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Posted: 10/21/2009 5:14:18 PM | inside she felt shy with growing fear
she felt the closeness of death near
no one to contact, beneficiaries named
nothing but a sister near spain
the cancer came and it took her life
all and all she thought life nice
no husband, no children to share
alone she could die with no one to care | |
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Posted: 10/21/2009 6:20:05 PM | alone she could die with no one to care
the last one to go has their own cross to bear
no help from the past nor the recently passed
and the bright sunny fun future laughs last
no flowers are sent to wilt in the heat
and the shadows attend on silent feet
dirt is broadcast to bury the pity
and the last gritty morsel is dropped by her kitty | |
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Posted: 10/21/2009 6:23:50 PM | and the last gritty morsel is dropped by her kitty
to think i loved to squeeze the milk of her titty
oh baby what a fine little ditty
for an old fart name Smitty
full moon is coming again
will the dogs go trash bin'in?
if having a voice were such a sin
i'd say i believe bias of many have a twin | |
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Posted: 10/21/2009 6:37:22 PM | i'd say i believe bias of many have a twin
look at what a predicament your in
bias to what you so strongly believe
for so long wrapped up in your on little need
or was it greed?
no longer to find the milk again
all alone you must fin
find your own peace and happiness
even through out your own sadness | |
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Posted: 10/21/2009 7:01:15 PM | through out your own sadness
cobwebs shadow random madness
sunlight glistens behind closed door
crashing thunder across your floor
pray no more infested dreams
wash out any ways or means
to bring you back into the fold
before you find you are too old | |
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Posted: 10/21/2009 7:02:18 PM | even throughout your own sadness
a flicker of mischief in your eye
waiting for a moment of weakness
in the gait of the guards passing by
is it vengeance you seek or just tongue in cheek
a kitty playing with mice
does the critic go weak from their own critique
play nice or don't be too precise | |
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Posted: 10/21/2009 9:41:44 PM | before you find you are too old
too old? for what? what kind of
nonsense is that? infested dreams
arrested me in flight to the door
turn, oh , turn to face the light
or darkness as it captures . storms
are always madness waiting to
happen. invested insanity weeps. | |
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Posted: 10/22/2009 4:02:30 AM | happen invested insanity weeps
over the undercurrent that seeps
tears filling the waters so deep
Lost in swift rapids that sweep
In a river that changes everyday
Wander at its banks skipping
Flat stones across the rapid way
Trace ripples with eyes hoping. | |
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Posted: 10/22/2009 6:23:53 AM | trace ripples with eyes hoping
only fact there is is knowing
knowing you were fooled
yet hoping you were't spooled
along like some baited fish
in a bear trap for his next dish
go along merrily singing your own tune
out of the woods you'll be home soon  | |
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Posted: 10/22/2009 8:56:22 AM | out of the woods you'll be home soon
widowmaker branches didn't snag you
the briny deep did not release its sirens
to grab your mind captive in the quest.
did you scale the heights of yonder crags
who belayed you in the windy climbs?
did silence in the din of nature heal;
what secret in your soul has been revealed? | |
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Posted: 10/22/2009 10:15:46 AM | what secret in your soul has been revealed
in spaces of tranquil silence
allowing ourselves to simply be and feel
allowing ourselves to dance...
living the space between this breath and the next
aware of this moment in time
not making things hard and complex
just living our lives in rhyme | |
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Posted: 10/22/2009 2:27:28 PM | just living our lives in rhyme
bopping along in synchro time
following leading inuendos along the lines
wondering now and then about design
no crime in thinking any thoughts
sins and grins can make some hot
don't try to hide what you've got
its the same as what another sought | |
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