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Posted: 11/6/2009 3:26:29 PM | to two hearts pumping in between
broken runs lost what we mean
theres never time thats left to scream
when your tagged your frozen that second
never be sorry, there is no crime
make amends and take the time
if it aint selling, i will make it rhyme
they're just losers so i reckoned | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 3:38:41 PM | they're just losers so i reckoned
not to be bothered with Freudian slips
or all the sack races the king pit beckoned
as he hit women with little boy whips
there's always time for dancing
ever see the clearest sky in your head
only to find that thoughts of romancing
were muddled into a sedated bed | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 4:34:23 PM | were muddled into a sedated bed
not where we usually play,
not in the one that sqeaks and moans
carrying out it on its on little song
as we play in the night, we get up in the day
hardly two words left to say
loves she feels for him inside
she does nothing but swallow her pride
alright this time i'm really gone! | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 4:55:46 PM | she does nothing but swallow her pride
i was but nothing when i thought that i died
i can dance with the best when i know that i lied
i can get quite pig headed when i got the feeling
to give up in my sleep and just call up
aint gonna happen nor will i take the cup
point fingers at will at what will corrupt
there is life that i hope for beyond the ceiling | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 5:01:10 PM | there is life that i hope for beyond the ceiling
it grows far past this little fishy pond feeling
never give up, give in or lose hope
one that does only follows the dope
that resides inside of us all
can you separate him from your fall?
no need to live within rhymin' reason
most love to commit treason | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 8:15:51 PM | most love to commit treason
just ask the Bloc Quebequois
they think they have a good reason
gotta seperate cause a da blood a mama
youz can't seperate from us ya know
we don't recoginize you as a nation
we flooded your land so you had to go
hypocracy is our favorite sensation | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 9:12:32 PM | hypocracy is our favorite sensation
catholisism. favorite creation
burned what i lost this zoo station
Maggies farms but a lost transfer station
recycling or call it the sell it twice blues
my recall is shortened and so is mu fuse
next thing i am selling is pay what you throw
what could be more capitalist then to pay as you go
(actually,i dont have a problem with this. good incentive). | |
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Posted: 11/7/2009 2:22:33 AM | What could be more capitalist
than to pay as you go?
What could be more socialist
than to share all your dough?
What could be more communist
than to give all you grow?
What could be more fascist
than to go with the flow? | |
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Posted: 11/7/2009 4:13:28 AM | to go with the flow
like pebbles in streams
riding rapids with no control
all is not what it seems....
to go with the flow
like a kite flying high
riding the currents we sail
sometimes falling from the sky.... | |
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Posted: 11/7/2009 4:39:11 AM | Sometimes falling from the sky....
Infinite in the spiralling decline
Some spirits seem to go awry
While other soar with the Divine
Auras shining or dullened in the wake
Of the actions in life and truths of heart
True passions are not to forsake
True colours and emotions to impart | |
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Posted: 11/7/2009 10:28:07 AM | True colours and emotions to impart the stand
slowly walking to the station hand in hand
leaving the signs on the side of the road
meditating together to lighten the load
dragging old souls along with the new
so much and so little as this time we make do
we know that this could be the end of our joy
as the train pulls away with our favorite boy | |
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Posted: 11/8/2009 9:58:00 AM | As the train pulls away with our favourite boy
It's a miniature railway - a detailed toy
Lovingly created by very artistic hands
As it travels through valleys and unchartered lands
It gathers speed and momentum and hurtles along
It's chimney chugging out a steady rhythmic song
It's breast ablaze with lego-land fuel and fire
A toy railway to satisfy any child's toy desire | |
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Posted: 11/8/2009 11:24:07 AM | A toy railway to satisfy any child's toy desire
as i grind it out garage in mosh pits till retire
blink if you must for theres a bird on the wire
take aim, its your job to snipe it
you can keep on dishin' i aint nobodys fool
you can keep on wishin. aint turnin cruel
you can fish on in the deep of the pool
you can bail or just full out wipe it | |
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Posted: 11/8/2009 1:56:14 PM | you can bail or just full out wipe it
might find jail if you try to swipe it
take a pail for the fish or you can bite it
then set sail with a wish you could write it
now swab the deck as I shiver me timbers
don't crain your neck from looking at members
your just a cabin boy with a lack of toys
too often stabbing joy as a party pooping ploy | |
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Posted: 11/8/2009 6:43:55 PM | too often stabbing joy as a party pooping ploy
pull down your pants to prove your a boy
for words coming down we're about to deploy
to spread freedom in the streets of afganistan
spreading the freedom that the bird is the word
as purple haired teenagers dance at the obsurd
while the cows sit a-gazing, chewing their curd
we're an arms reach from being orangatang | |
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Posted: 11/8/2009 7:30:53 PM | we're an arms reach from being an orangatang
almost until the fat lady sang
then we became humans, the troubled sort
sent all our children up north
but speak for yourself, I'll have none of that
i'll get on my knees and pray God let's
me be kind as I speak my own mind
heres to hoping a friend in you I find  | |
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Posted: 11/8/2009 9:29:29 PM | heres to hoping a friend in you I find
a rock in my moutain stream flowing
pink tinged foam in sunset's surf
and a breath I can see in the frigid air
warmth in a locke and heat what yields
passion to share and in it fare
like poignant ideals yet to brew
fragrant camaraderie, me with you | |
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Posted: 11/8/2009 9:51:00 PM | fragrant camaraderie, me with you
my heart pounds, my brow wet with perspiration
I sit and think of how you smell nice too.
My mind is racing looking for inspiration
if only i could think for two.
I wish it was Valentines day so i could say
Roses are red violets are Blue
I am doing it with my hand but thinking of you! | |
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Posted: 11/8/2009 9:55:15 PM | fragrant camaraderie, me with you
you know how I feel, I see you feel too
like ice cream on cake or cherry on same
damned proud to call you my damsel, my dame
embracing the lacing that lines your fair form
and tracing your face with a feather forlorn
til you twitch that cute nose in a cute witch-like pose
and you feel how very real is the feeling that flows | |
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Posted: 11/9/2009 2:47:52 AM | you feel how very real is the feeling that flows
as our energy mingles from our fingers to toes
like the flight of an eagle on a high mountaintop
it swoops and it soars and sometimes might stop
to watch over all with vision of amazing precision
for the guardian of the sky is the soul of this land
her sight brings us light as we walk hand-in-hand
all together eyes rise when a hawk's in the skies | |
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Posted: 11/9/2009 3:27:43 AM | All together eyes rise when a hawks in the skies
Soaring alone with a lonely whisper cry
Quieting herself with a deep throated sigh
Seeking for more til morning is nigh
Rise to the Son
For He is the only one
Who can calm a chaotic place
Throwing intensity back into space | |
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Posted: 11/9/2009 4:08:59 AM | Throwing intensity back into space
It sparkles then vanishes without a trace
Ethereal it's presence echoing still
Felt but unseen in the night-time chill
That pervades when evening beckons
The stars accounted for - universe reckons
Hanging on invisible strings alongside the moon
The galactical theatre from the fabric of life hewn | |
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Posted: 11/9/2009 7:38:52 AM | [patching time]
I am doing it with my hand but thinking of you
The galactical theatre from fabric of life hewn
splitting atoms apart along that quantum string line
with universal fantasies dancing through space time
in thermal dynamic seasons of my soul
emotions shatter reason as I strive for that goal
planted seed in my thought feels sticky and thick
as chopping of wood beats trying to break brick | |
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Posted: 11/9/2009 10:43:28 AM | as chopping of wood beats trying to break brick
reminds us of talking to someone whose head is quite thick
like talking to wall, water on a ducks back
you could never be prepared to talked to that quack
the doing it with one hands caught everyones eye
so out done she didn't even reply
must be thrilling to have someone spilling
all over a picture, quite willing or is it chilling?
Face it you've reach star status,  | |
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Posted: 11/9/2009 11:16:34 AM | All over a picture, quite willing or is it chilling
I got this blood spilling
out of a fresh killing
keep drilling, as the graveyards filling
Dig deep and dream of cream
obscene scenes on the Tv screen
money make honey's get funny
scream for green, just to peel their jeans | |
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