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Posted: 11/5/2009 3:21:33 AM | just what you do
is up to you
remembering to respect
and not forget
that each one of us
is a sacred manifest
spiralling through
the unknown | |
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Posted: 11/5/2009 5:16:30 AM | the unknown ....
dare I say, "I'd want to know?"
What if I were taken for my word?
What if I discovered how it feels to be you
by being you? In another time and place.
Otherwise, what's the use of all this space?
I wish to be a leaf
floating toward the waterfalls .... : ) | |
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Posted: 11/5/2009 5:47:17 AM | I wish to be a leaf floating toward the waterfalls ....
Crisp with the autumnal kiss - the water carrying
Me over the rocks and launching me until it enthralls
I spin in the air - dancing the twirl in the light
The autumn sunshine piercing the clouds marrying
Grey shades with gold; the sky like precious metal
Before sunset turns the sky into Turkish delight
By then I'm rested on a crevice, washed over like a petal | |
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Posted: 11/5/2009 6:28:56 AM | By then I'm rested on a crevice, washed over like a petal
like a golden nugget, water washes and smoothes me,
not like any other metal, precious , sought after, fought for, special
searchin' day and night to find little grains we can hardly see
little golds nuggets hidden in the pond every miner wants one,
some for trophy, some treasure, a game at best for pleasure
look and see them on anothers neck and arm, you want some
ten thousand nuggets underground to many to measure | |
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Posted: 11/5/2009 9:28:03 AM | ten thousand nuggets underground to many
to measure is too supportive of greed
looking a bit narcissistic to the penny
in its this is all mine as I hoard need
falling down drunk with that gold dust lust
who was the demen that planted that seed
now that there is not one you can trust
hide in the ground never to be freed | |
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Posted: 11/5/2009 9:37:53 AM | hide in the ground never to be freed
coal seams and loud screams bury the need
fly to the top of the cold steel tower
feel the hum of lightspeed power
muse on the fuse that fails to blow
live as you choose but reap what you sow
bury your dead cold dark and deep
but remember the pact you must promise to keep | |
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Posted: 11/5/2009 11:40:00 AM | but remember the pact you must promise to keep
watch over the children & wives as they sleep
protect them from hostiles, thieves & gnomes
raise thier children as you would your own
your words are all you have, my friend
when your eyes close the final time
make sure your eternal memories match
your life's rhythm & rhyme | |
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Posted: 11/5/2009 12:30:49 PM | your life's rhythm & rhyme
simply doesn't match with mine
it seems that i am iamb you see
and you, you seem to like trochee
different meter same number of lines
as your forehead furrows most of the time
so you go your way I'll go mine
but keep it rhymin' and you'll be fine | |
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Posted: 11/5/2009 3:47:34 PM | but keep rhymin' and you'll be fine
seems the sayin of the time
as hate, jealousy, and greed encroach us
half wonder what the is fuss
words shout out the donkey ass
all the farm critters spread it fast
though no one could make sense of it
they chose it like good etiquette | |
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Posted: 11/5/2009 6:44:57 PM | they chose it like good etiquette
digging a hole for their lost souls
not hardly getting the message
lost in a phrase said so bold
proclaiming the front hold on heritage
assembled, now broke the mold
the devil asking for marraige
he knows his soul is creepy cold | |
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Posted: 11/5/2009 10:57:21 PM | he knows his soul is creepy cold
as he stands alone in autumn's howl
watching the warmth of lights
shine through another's window
the soul of winter blasts like ice
unforgiving in its greedy lust
for sparkling hints of hope to crush
beneath his weight of gloom | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 1:49:11 AM | beneath his weight of gloom
beats his crushed heart
feeling hollow inside
a great void
emptiness
soul searching
lost is life's reason
questioning why he lives | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 2:16:24 AM | Questioning why he lives
Ours not to reason why
We can wonder but 'access denied'
When it comes to understanding
Our existence in the universe
Pespective is the key - blessing or curse?
Which ever way all things must end
Whether random, alien or a God send | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 3:58:28 AM | Whether random, alien or a God send
Whatever will be will be
But I dont expect no Karmic light-bend
To swoop down and set me free
Though I suppose its up to interpretation
whats your epistemology
I am blinded by darkness and bright light
its the subtle hues I see | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 5:08:57 AM | (hey joro!..was just reading maya angelou and 'inner mystery' popped out at me...both you and she inspire!!!)
its the subtle hues i see
that gentle light
inner mystery
your moon glow
attracting me
our energy flow
seeing you shine sets me free
in your arms is where i want to be | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 6:40:10 AM | in your arms is were I want to be
for there I feel most at ease
soft and warm you hold me
would do anything to please
the warmth of your body against mine
the feel and smell of your skin enlightens me
an uproar in my body, makes me want to grind
don't let go, never release, don't want to be freed | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 8:45:26 AM | don't let go. never release, don't want to be freed
rather be shackled to your bed
lay back 'n enjoy the spreading of my seed
as you will be fed
slowly, purposefully with intent
one grape at a time
no sourness in my dissent
to match your body's rhyme | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 10:59:11 AM | to match your body's rhyme
prepares me for the sublime
where snickerers come to snack
and flockers shovel the flack
a match made somewhere in hell
is sometimes where I dwell
but I leave it on the shelf
when it starts to tarnish the self | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 11:30:59 AM | when it starts to tarnish the self
please ask god for his help
i wonder how you came to fashion
sitting up here in my mansion
shackled to my bed it seems
wow you have some dangerous dreams
caught in capitivity, spreading your seed
takes more than some grapes to feed my need: | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 12:16:59 PM | takes more than some grapes to feed my need
let them ferment is often my creed
to foment and foam at the mouth gets old
so let's all play nice and do as we're told
fanning the flames are the red haired dames
I'd say let it go but I'm not naming names
if strife is your knife you use to cut cake
wash it down with warm milk for heaven's sake | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 1:11:58 PM | wash it down with milk for heaven's sake
hope you have no allergy
words can be like a stake
yet few are free
mum's words were best
don't help, avoid at all cost
when put to the test
your dignity or life is what's lost | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 2:16:50 PM | your dignity or life is what's lost
so f-ck what others may think
with them you'll end up double-crossed
if you sign their line in ink
truth to self and the gods that i know
and perchance a friend or two
to wake each mornin' to give what I owe
live to give each day what is due | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 2:20:23 PM | your dignity or your life is what's lost
each other we bare the cross
to steal her heart then say
or better yet, go to hell anyway,
the mixture with the moan,
when love now life is gone
what does it all mean
to two hearts pumping in between | |
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