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Posted: 2/12/2007 2:23:49 PM | though I’m out of pocket, that jackal belong in the woods
should leave innuendo hanging for good feel of that rocket
plugging in and out of the socket we fantasize about dreams
with laughs and a shout that's bugging a trout like a scream
I reach for something more tangible to express
related to ladies to help them impress
some other ladies wearing slinky party dress
its all so much fun when not under duress | |
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Posted: 2/12/2007 5:55:37 PM | it's all so much fun when you're not under duress
let me redress
enjoying the works of everyone here
I have seen the laughter at others tears
I have felt the coldness with which others provoke
do you think it's right to confuse and distort?
are you laughing because it isn't you...this time
I'm still recovering from a major turn of events in my life
and I've felt swarms surrounding me
when I'm trying to work it out
I don't need more enemies here
and yes it sure changes when I stir up the dust..
where is this leading?
when we act so .....talk so...... are so.....
fill in the blank.
Poets..sensitive? Yes!
Painters sensitive...Yes!
So that's how I am inspired..by other sensitive souls
that are feeling and showing truth....
I love to banter and look for mysteries..as we all do to some degree
but do you know Anything Really about Me? | |
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Posted: 2/12/2007 9:56:44 PM | but do you know Anything Really about Me?
Something I also have wondered lately
Someone did say its cyberspace, not real
You think they are people but they’re not the real deal!
And I wondered well then they will think that of me
And I am a person with feelings, you see
And I resent being seen as a cyber clone
that all these words reflect on you being alone | |
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Posted: 2/12/2007 11:16:38 PM | dearest lyriclover requested
and yes we are to be tested
on the few simple rules
that a whole lot of us fools
Have broken. Now on our behalf I haven’t yet spoken.
You see our poetically profound rambles are merely a token
Of our humble esteem for the last stanza “It was made for dreams”
And the words so inspired, well, we carried on too long it seems | |
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Posted: 2/13/2007 4:12:10 AM | And the words so inspired, well, we carried on too long it seems
when we're writing of sunny rays and moon beams
As the thoughts swirl around forming tunnels in our head
Our mind is busy trying to convert what the meaning said
Seek comfort in knowing that you're never alone
Friends can always be contacted by writing or phone
Be content with yourself in all that you do
get excited in anticipation of what's in store for you | |
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Posted: 2/13/2007 8:44:41 AM | Get excited in anticipation of what's in store for you
wonderous flavors, french ticklers, and more!
Different sizes, shapes, and colours
A rainbow of teasers, fur-lined or not
Leather and lace, sexual pleasures galore
Don't be shy, we have something for all
Tis always fun shopping at
Lyriclovers Sexual Fantasy Mall!!! | |
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Posted: 2/13/2007 10:09:45 AM | Lyriclovers Sexual Fantasy Mall?
Planning a trip there Sthrnbuttrfly Y'all ?
Little Valentines treat for your honey?
Trying my best to add humour, make it funny
and a bit hard to follow when
the mood doesn't want to flow through my pen
But perhaps when my workload is done
Fluent colours of ink shall then run | |
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Posted: 2/13/2007 10:28:20 AM | Fluent colours of ink shall then run
From my pen once it’s begun
To write as it does on it’s own
It was just a bic, I was on the phone
Jotting down the meetings planned
When that pen flew out of my hand
And began to write on walls and doors
Shelves and surfaces even floors! | |
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Posted: 2/13/2007 10:38:50 AM | Shelves and surfaces even floors
reminds me I'm behind in my chores
A spring cleaning is all that I need
to curb the yearning of which I must feed
Plant the seed, think the thought, let it grow
Mother Earth is at work and we know
In about 2 months time we will see
how rewarding our labour will be | |
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Posted: 2/13/2007 11:41:36 AM | we simply miss the point how rewarding our labour will be
when smoking a joint and we relax in shade of the tree
but as of now keep on diggin that hole
the root ball is big and your like a mole
blind to the world except under your nose
trying to keep everything inside rows
lines of thought that just don't explain
rules to follow without a real game | |
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Posted: 2/13/2007 12:45:21 PM | Rules to follow without a real game
meaningless is a world without shame
Breaking free of every thought
in a space all your own as you sought
out your silence to which you'll remain
and find comfort from what you may gain
Shared with only the ones that you choose
hopeless ramblings you wish you could lose | |
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Posted: 2/13/2007 12:59:25 PM | Hopless ramblings you wish you could lose
having fun throwing words of prose
making others wonder...is it just a ruse?
Taunting and teasing to make someone smile
got Awakenings attention, if only for a little while.
Nothing to gain, just insane thoughts
of one's mindless tornados
at the time this was wrought.
~~Love your stuff Awakening~~
Buttrfly | |
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Posted: 2/13/2007 1:11:33 PM | Thanks Buttrfly,,,,and I enjoy reading your thoughts as well.
At the time this was wrought
I crept deep into thought
without judgement,
without point of view
While the egos do fly
and the price becomes high
It's a choice
that I'll leave up to you | |
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Posted: 2/13/2007 4:11:28 PM | I'll leave up to you fixing a cyber twitch
damning computers can be a bîtch
might end up in a dumpster or a ditch
its all a bit like damning a witch
when I think about the damned
my mind sort of wanders out of hand
into rivers of evil sand ... and ...
villages uncovered by unsavoury hands | |
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Posted: 2/13/2007 4:42:12 PM | villages uncovered by unsavoury hands
excitedly exposing uncharted lands
red slashes of sunsets burning white sand
something gemologists can't understand
so we all gather here to show off our jewels
tainted and tortured by tantric tools
bonded and beatific to four posted beds
tickled and tormented right out of your head | |
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Posted: 2/13/2007 5:05:05 PM | tickled and tormented right out of your head
shadowy karma falls over your bed
clouds of indecission from forgotten past
cryptic scrolled doctrines infect the mast
sailing leasurely to exotic ports of call
engulfed salvation from transparent balls
a watch was provided for guest in tow
time didn't matter like whatever you know. | |
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Posted: 2/13/2007 5:37:39 PM | Time didn't matter like whatever you know.
During these trials we flourish, we grow… “I know, I know.”
But Father…I grow but feel pain…
I pray…but I feel so ashamed…
They laugh me to no breath,
I attack with no breath.
I feel hexed, Father!
And for the bothers I’ve caused, I repent the flex, Father. | |
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Posted: 2/13/2007 5:55:45 PM | And for the bothers I’ve caused, I repent the flex, Father.
And for the causes I’ve bothered I resent the hex, Father.
Do you wonder why we struggle so encumbered
While the nations of children yet slumbered
Unaware of their glorious beings
Unable to believe what they’re seeing
They play in the dream of the universal third eye
And do not believe that it’s possible to fly | |
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Posted: 2/13/2007 7:45:52 PM | And do not believe that it's possible to fly
unless your like me, then you must try.
Wings of satin, leather and lace
take me to worlds, another time, another place.
Blatently I flutter to times unknown
seeking what, I have yet to be shown.
Still I dance amongst the clouds
Sexily, daintly, I am so proud. | |
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Posted: 2/13/2007 8:07:33 PM | Sexily, daintily, I am so proud
table tops a stage I am the crowd
prettily posing ,displaying your wares
leers of lurkers and I don't even care
step to the edge ,lean in my direction
peaches and pears groan to perfection
allow me I say ,as gentlemen are ought to do
followed by its been very nice to meet you | |
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