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Posted: 10/22/2009 7:10:42 PM | its the same as what another sought
always sincere, never bought
a few words
a friendly face
a connection in cyber space
found a voice among so many
a sound seldom heard
heart attached to every single word | |
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Posted: 10/22/2009 7:21:26 PM | heart attached to every single word
penned thought in dreams obscured
dreams uncaptured in colour sunset
reality cherished in never upset
individulally in each their own
sacred respect of that alone
sands of time shift forming dune
morning sunrise begets harvest moon | |
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Posted: 10/22/2009 8:54:47 PM | its the same as what another sought
to die in vagueness of what was taught
compelled by self, the future's fraught
it pays to remember history
bodies of children filling the streets
lost and forgetting how future fleets
when theres little to do but grab your seats
what happens next is a mystery | |
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Posted: 10/22/2009 8:59:12 PM | what happens next is a mystery
some call it the gift
i'd say i'll leave my history
amongst a past rift
someday when i am no longer me
i hope to definately not be one of a few
who don't take time to sip their tea
but take time to sever through a hefty slew | |
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Posted: 10/22/2009 9:00:15 PM | what happens next is a mystery
some call it the gift
i'd say i'll leave my history
amongst a past rift
someday when i am no longer me
i hope to definately not be one of a few
who don't take time to sip their tea
but take time to sever through a hefty slew | |
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Posted: 10/22/2009 9:57:06 PM | i have written this like 3 times , but alas i was crashed. the other 3 were better.
take time to sever through a hefty slew
face up to the weather and pay what is due
not many will walk on and live with the few
that negotiate their living daylights
stick forks in their ass, lets flip this bloak
there is no time for figuring why he did croak
i will tell you tomorrow unless i have a stoke
blinking blindly lost in my own stagefright | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 2:28:58 AM | blinking blindly lost in my own stage fright
once again paralyzed with fear
waking in the middle of night
lost in my own sweat and tears
thinking too deeply about self
thinking about nothing at all
wanting to fly away freely
wondering if i will fall | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 2:42:46 AM | wondering if I will fall
into that pile of newly fallen leaves
be covered with brilliant colors
rolling up my sleeves
grab a handful
throw into the air
scattered out
and blown to who knows where
Morning, Ms. Rosie...glad to see you. :0) | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 2:46:35 AM | morning sunrise begets harvest moon
listening to the sound of that flying loon
calls from way beyond
lets me know he's in his pond.
I do listen and wonder why
His voice is such a lonely cry
For around him are so many
Be thankful, there is plenty | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 4:30:29 AM | ahhh...yes, Wind...I was just writing something
patching back to that wonderful line of T's that was missed....
glad to see you've done it already!
be thankful, there is plenty
especially felt when it's sunny
and, though I know this spiritually,
I remember the feeling when there wasn't any
when the bills were mounting
and the children were crying
when life seemed to be defying
all the hope I kept applying | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 6:06:25 AM | all the hope i kept applying
all the times i kept on sighing
even when i stopped trying
led me to this day
compassion spoke louder than words
inspiration is what i finally heard
seeing the symbol of the bird
i finally flew away | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 12:12:17 PM | i finally flew away
the itching at my shoulders
grew burdonsome
i sighed and let the tips
of wings grow through
and feather hopes of
eggs that hatch new nests
i landed softly in you | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 12:42:28 PM | i landed softly in you
energy passing through
an invisible pulse
stirring your soul
nothing to hold onto
so nothing to let go
just a feeling deep within
whispering freedom | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 3:21:37 PM | whispering freedom
that echoes without end
trailing like stardust into
eternity
crying in ecstacy
carried on ceaseless waves
to tidal shores beckoning
return with me | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 4:38:33 PM | return with me
to the place we were last week
kissing and hugging under a tree
no other we were seeking
alone blissful, several times fast
sevaral more times slow
who knew it would or wouldn't last
heart and soul almost knowing, still glows | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 5:04:24 PM | heart and soul almost knowing
still glows - postluminescent
tendrils of truth between star
and star of a nacent drama
wind like the mikly way through
a tapestry of stories and plays
one mind knows another song
as harmonies to both belong | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 5:11:05 PM | heart and soul almost knowing, still glows
when nothing is glowing, who knows
futures get damned when the bow blows
we know we are not still in kansas
blissfully fast, in re-runs we're slow
i forget what i forget and know what i know
as a poet i'm glad to know your happy glow
i can write you to please, but im just so fast
sorry luri, late twice. | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 5:20:18 PM | as harmonies to both belong
I sit in my house and write a song
I heard long ago that i am dead wrong
I dont care for im driven by passion
i would write you dear luri if i didnt smoke
but i do and admit that i am a lost bloak
if we all stuck to mushrooms and passed on the coke
we might hand out a more civil ration | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 5:56:54 PM | ^^Glad to see your among the living, you all are great
we might hand out a more civil ration
yes If our hearts wern't filled with so much passion
the smoke we took in younger days
head clouded hazed, little like being lost in maze
winters comin and you'll need a snuggle buuny
smoke some weed and it will all be funny
then springs hits and you're all in action
cocaine or meth to one's satisfaction | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 6:04:55 PM | cocaine and meth to one's satisaction
next your cellmate will say kneel for his satisfaction
no more bliss, all reality a mist
hopefully jail time will bring you back crisp
better crisp than half baked
that's what you'll be eating, in that cake
you know the one the browine with the weed
all sifted and sorted just poppy seed, will you still feel the need? | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 6:24:56 PM | will you still feel the need
when we're wheelchaired and very old
to sit with blankets on our knees
and share a pipe of acapulco gold?
i have had this vision for many a year
gathering with loved ones who've always felt dear
jamming and playing like when we were young
for real love is eternal and can not be undone | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 8:50:25 PM | for real love eternal and can not be undone
live long enough child you'll see your dream unravel
think its forever, you've only just begun
like puzzles and ice, love and dreams dismantle
i hate to be the bearer of bad news
hate smashing deams but don't want to illude
the susshine and the flowers that grew
all dead as the love that we once knew | |
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Posted: 10/24/2009 5:23:06 AM | all dead as the love that we once knew
is not what I feel in my soul as truth
for me their life now faded is an offer of energy
and in their passing they nourish what comes next...always
as in the Autumn leaves now changing colour so beautifully
they will soon fade and drop from the tree predictibly
now to some it would seem their life is done, but the circle is round
so for me their essence will feed the ground where life is found | |
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