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Posted: 10/25/2006 10:00:16 AM | settin and hatchin a rhyme
poor stove is burnt up
i've burned a few myself
trying to cook up some sup
i'm not a chef, though i try to be
sometimes i make it good
i try to do what i know i can't
instead of doing what i could | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 10:10:17 AM | instead of doing what i could
I tried to do what you wouldn't
always leaves things in a mess
when you do what you shouldn't
problem is who decides the shoulds and the should not
Social saying, heart song braying, some just like it hot
All I've got to understand is how it seems to me
and false intentions play the games and change how it could be
So instead of doing what I could I'll try to do one better
create the writing on the wall and write a long lost letter | |
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MiTURN
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 103 | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 10:13:24 AM | instead of doing what i could be
is little or big or just in between
doesnt much matter as long as i try
sometimes we grill but it ends up in fry
what the h*ll i eat leftovers all the time
even well done is o.k. when i'm done
because like someone once said
the best sauce is hunger
so i try to make music out of thunder | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 11:23:34 AM | create the writing on the wall
and write a long lost letter
taste the scent of you that lingers
ever since you met her
feel that voodoo majik
you cast your spell quite long
pulled me out of myself
with your angel song
two last lines, two replies........i am not breaking the rules, just bending them a lil bit....
i've fought within myself of selves
i've pulled my thoughts from way out there
i knew i'd find a mind like mine
one who breathes in words like air
i've taken you down and out
pulled you up from way under
you've given me so much, you'll never know
so i try to make music out of thunder | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 11:38:59 AM | so i try to make music out of thunder
or fix the constant muck up blunders
with your angel song
you'll never go wrong
despite the bong smokin by those dong totin geeks
there really is a lot of room in this place for freaks
so it doesn't matter who or whatever you may seek
the slurs in the words aren't heard when we don't speak | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 11:41:40 AM | when we don't speak
the silence fills the room
you sulk about in deafness
pretending in your gloom
floetry and poetry at your fingertips
never gave much thought to consequence
we insist upon this, our freaky deeky place
knowing full well we're all loving the dance | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 11:58:15 AM | we're all loving the dance
as they disguard their pants
a strange new circumstance
let adventures advance
off into a night of delight
with everyone we really like
feeling places we know are right
with warmth that holds us very tight | |
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MiTURN
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 108 | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 3:50:00 PM | with warmth that holds us very tight
like sleepin in camp with a flashlight
takes away the childish fear
when crackles in bushes aren't
more then deer
but i sometimes feel like i could use
more than warmth from the chewed up blues
cry me a river dance me a sky
give me time to be feelin high
the time is a rollin and the keys in the latch
whisperin foghorn whats this that i catch
a toot and a whistle and a brey from a mule
how in the heck do we get the harmony goin
when the first one is sittin while the last one is rowin
ducks fly me in a v with this unlikey fray
make my light turn into sight from the gray
when its all over i'll wonder for sure
more ever than now of what we once were
love me or leave me or
just come be my guest
ill try to hold on to this warmth in my nest | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 4:01:48 PM | I'll try to hold on to this warmth in my nest
I'll try to recover and achieve the virtuous test
Give unto those that you perceive as true
abort the unnessasary remember the inside of you
Dream in lusterous, fantasies and endure
Love with nothing but insatiable lovers pure
Keep your head high and dont ever fall astray
Continue in life, leave the past where it lay | |
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MiTURN
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 110 | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 4:08:05 PM | continue in life, leave the past where it lay
just open my eyes but not too much today
timing is everything and sometimes forgot
that everything cycles around like a clock
if theres a tear then shed it right now
behind that old nursery rhyme
lives the moon with the cow
pickles first are grown in the soil
then we find vinegar to
make it last royal
everything has a time... someplace and... no reason
just like the guy who got off from unloyal crazed treason
close my eyes , then open.... depends on the season | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 4:11:00 PM | depends on the season
they give me my reasons
we could make up new ones
ones more fantastic and colorful
where even the rain is beautiful
you and me will be everyone
can you put your reasons away
and become mine | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 4:13:31 PM | | shitty you got me........try again ig uess | |
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MiTURN
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 113 | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 4:15:02 PM | and become mine with this hair that
looks like it came from the five and dime
and a care thats heavier than more
than father time
letsa see can you handle all that
can you be my clown
can you slap this stupid look off my face
that just makes me a clown
frown
down
gotta laugh some days when
its all goin good
but like it never is the way that it should
i know don't wanna bum you out
but i have a day just a few
where i live in pink doubt | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 4:36:24 PM | I live in pink doubt
just like you
and truth be told
everyone else
we are what we are
and we do what we do
then shovel it out of our lives
and serve it here as stew | |
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MiTURN
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 115 | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 4:41:18 PM | and serve it here as stew
well i'm havin ribs if thats ok by you
yup makin em just for the guy who keeps me
here in this garden of eden
with more than a little more of his share
gotta be a trapeze artist to live
so high in the air
i'm doin fine don't get me wrong
i've written so many tales
from the lives where i did sail
this one thos a keeper
the tale that is for sure
gotta learn gotta learn gotta learn
how to keep myself outta jail | |
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MiTURN
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 116 | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 4:59:28 PM | how to keep myself outta jail
i apologize that the last post seemed so symbolic
i really am makin ribs
and my life isn't really 'that' diabolic
right now the clouds they are dissipatin
just because of the insight and invite
im happy to be participatin | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 7:51:41 PM | I’m happy to be participatin in this here zoological study of lines
so at times eloquently put into rhyme to chime maybe kind
finding hope in others lyrical slides
sometimes snide remarks
embarking on ideas as old as time itself
the conquest of love in a dust covered edition
sedition rendered by cynical introspection
detection of some ancient archetype
hype or fantasy
no never mind
its all in the find behind that wall of lines
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MiTURN
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 118 | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 8:00:57 PM | its all in the find be hind
that wall of lines
the lines we draw to separate
anything
black and white
truth and fiction
rich and poor
limited edition
it becomes an addiction
callin things names with lines
you know where to draw them
sometimes we cross them
push the envelope over them
what ever that wall of lines can topple
when the base is
out of whack
so gettin to my point now
i want to get to back
where things were told in simple
curls
with lines unbuilt
like floating twirls
grab them out from sweet thin air
a line can take me
over there
when all the straightenings gone somewhere | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 8:14:50 PM | when all the straightenings gone somewhere
we are left with zebras zigzag, and the bears
claw marks high in the trees.
when all things are straight
there is no horizon to look over, to relate
to in obscure random patterns of fate
when all the straightenings have left the building, too late
there will be no corners to hide in, or to put the bad kids in.
We'll all just have to play together, get to know us, begin... | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 8:25:50 PM | We'll all just have to play together to get to know us in the begining
Sit in a big circle under the stars around a warming fire of inspiration.
At times we'll hold hands with a swaying to the breeze
mimicing the trees shadows
singing made up songs to the passing of the gongs and the bongos.
Time just melts into the flame
everyone and everything feels unchanged
as memories redraw the scene in varying shades of green
with yellow red orange white flashing in blue flames | |
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MiTURN
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 121 | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 8:57:08 PM | with yellow red orange white flashing in blue flames
the curtain opened ripping out two of its cast members
of the little theatre company just as it got on its feet
what a thing to have to disquise this fau paux en suite
the crowd got quite a tickle at the out landish feat
but it was o'ercome with all the good humour
and people were rolling in the isle with the producer
the director just ran out the back to have a beer
pretty soon everyone found him and said come on in here
they opened the bar and the play it unfolded
without a hitch really because quite frankly...it solded | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 9:04:46 PM | without a hitch it sold
before the excruciating cold
made us feel so old
the bold just vanished
like that desire after hitting that pool of cold water from fifty feet
no shoes on your feat as a bundle was dropped on the tumble
castrating mumbles surround perplexed spectators
reaching for protection she found the drawer was now empty
excepting that book of matches | |
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MiTURN
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 123 | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 9:12:54 PM | excepting that book of matches that didn't match a thing
but the pile of sticks that want a turn to be lit up at night
maybe there is something in this dark o dark of nights
you know when things arrange themselves without attempts at all
feels just like a forest fire thats found an empty stall
this i think is how it seems this life that mating does occur
one finds the other if the wantin waxin moon wants it
it likely will concur | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 9:31:42 PM | it likely will concur if those stars align just right
the moths will winter in your tree to night
flights of fancy frills and lace
scattered with the passions abounding cross your face
loving inspiration that flows with out a trace
to fill all the corners of that space
when the door is open to replace the air
a fan may be needed for repair
incase the volume flow doesn't go square | |
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Posted: 10/25/2006 11:13:45 PM | incase the volume flow doesn't go square
For this they built a dam on that river where
The people once played, they fished and they swam
And lived their whole lives, each woman and man
As all of their ancestors had done before
But those times have ended and will be no more.
For they built a dam to increase volume flow
And all of those lovely folk had to go. | |
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