| 8 LINE STANZAS ........ edit .....edit.....edit and don't forget it
Posted: 2/19/2007 6:29:41 PM | fill in the hole and get to know your own bone
make it understand that you've got to get home
insist on the simplicity of hello-goodbye
don't let that hole see the tears in your eyes
scream out your mindset, make it your bone
dip in the hole and then come on back home
there is so much truth in the hello-goodbye
that i can believe in the lies of your eyes | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ........ edit .....edit.....edit and don't forget it
Posted: 2/19/2007 6:46:40 PM | i can believe in the lies of your eyes
see though simplistic replies
I too have second sight
I have the ability to fool myself into anything
Its a gift ,a part of my Estate or the rumor I most relate
the one about the butterfly wings
that weave a web of constraint
telling myself it ain't as easy ain't | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ........ edit .....edit.....edit and don't forget it
Posted: 2/19/2007 7:32:05 PM | telling myself it ain't as easy as ain't
shoulda, coulda, woulda, but you know that i cain't
simple ain't as simple as easy used to be
and lying eyes are impervious to the hind-sight of me
i only hope to fool myself just a little more
talk myself into waking up, into not believing anymore
but the little white lies are dangerous, they're so damn true
and i'll believe anything coming from the mouth of baby blue | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . . -:- a different care -:-
Posted: 2/19/2007 8:03:55 PM | i'll believe anything coming from the mouth of baby blue
just as long as the sky keeps following our eyes too
dreaming together for the sake of nothing else to do
lost yes well maybe on purpose just to stay with you
crying for sunlight or dust on the air
much like the sneezes that always make em stare
watching for extraterrestial fashion wear
the magazine was musing a different care | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be retold
Posted: 2/19/2007 8:25:40 PM | the magazine was musing a different care
about bigger boobs and plastic hair
extensions and pretension of deficits attention
the inner workings and contradictions of Paris Hilton
we've all stayed there once or twice
and it was nice the journeys end or comfort in
the space between where we first began
where we began to space between where we were then | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be retold
Posted: 2/19/2007 9:58:25 PM | where we began to space between where we were then
and begin to face the delicious delights hiding within
is that place of great trepidation and warning sounds
that go off in the belly when we know we’re out of bounds
and we just don’t really care what anyone thinks at all
we’re going for broke and we’re having a ball
just doing as we please and enjoying all the best
living it up like it was some kind of test. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be retold
Posted: 2/19/2007 10:07:07 PM | living it up like it was some kind of test...
and can you pass with your best
testing testing one two three
are you the best you; you could be
Mathematics
Personality "tics"
Braxton Hicks??
... wait a minute that's a false contraction | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be retold
Posted: 2/20/2007 3:57:07 AM | wait a minute that's a false contraction
less than needed for satisfaction
no results from its cruel misleading
right now when my anxious pen is bleeding
with all those things I need to say
to stop my love from turning away
breathe with me, breathe for all you're worth
to help me give my thoughts their birth | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be retold
Posted: 2/20/2007 5:14:33 AM | to help me give my thoughts their birth
I had to leave my secure wet nurse
off to school with all the brats
futile hanging onto my hat
Playing games with hand held circles
watching so many people turn purple
holding the breath thinking this will work
I watch these fools sqirm and shirk | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be retold
Posted: 2/20/2007 8:49:57 AM | I watch these fools sqirm and shirk
Their responsibilities named true jerk
Now their faces are all over the net
Missing from fatherhood’s chores I bet
But girlfriends notice and off with the lids
Out crawl the worms “You got kids?”
Bosses notice and neighbors complained
Pay your child support if you don’t want to be named | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold
Posted: 2/20/2007 11:56:53 AM | if you don’t want to be named, just let it pass
don't say your name aloud to the class
let them wonder, with silent intrigue
who this mysterious stranger could be
just when they think they've figured you out
spin your whole self in a complete turnabout
make up a story, think up a name
so you can always stay ahead of their game | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold
Posted: 2/20/2007 12:19:47 PM | so you can always stay ahead of their game
you buy a wireless scanner and parabolic microphone
a friend in the stands trying not to look lame
passes you information through a fine tooth comb
everyone thinks that you are so nice
always combing your hair and checking for lice
as their bench looks for some other advice
after making new plays to be beaten twice | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold
Posted: 2/20/2007 3:20:35 PM | after making new plays to be beaten twice
the coach sits in tears with his nuts on ice
he's calling the boys back for a talk or two
then just sits there mumbling about finding the few
the boys just don't get it, coach is gone
he went to the place we all go
when life comes at you hard and long
and no one's handy with an "i told you so" | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again
Posted: 2/20/2007 4:57:15 PM | no one's handy with an "i told you so"
they just keep hammering their yammerings
about all the things they don't know
how to throw a fit or catch a broad hint
how to get out when they find they're stuck in
whos the best cowboy The Duke or The Clint
it never really matters about where you've ever been
as long as the effort warrants you being this bent | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again
Posted: 2/20/2007 5:11:27 PM | being this bent must have a use
maybe as the neck of a goose
maybe to see around some corners
could be just to distract the mourners
being this bent must have a reason
maybe to help with a change of season
maybe to humour the faint of mind
could be to just waste some time | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again
Posted: 2/20/2007 5:19:40 PM | could be to just waste some time
spend happily playing with words that rhyme
and see what the other clowns are up to tonight
have a good read and a gibberish write
but hell no one reads it at all anyway
so really I could just get away
with writing my darkest and dirtiest secrets
or just write an ode to some lone cool cats. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again
Posted: 2/20/2007 5:54:58 PM | shakin tragically trim hips
the derelict lady beggin for tips
chipped china cup held out in hope
as she danced around to the beat of her dope
still spinning her mind from the mornings high
at the methadone clinic she never asked why
they took so many blood samples and looked so damned glum
like anyone ever cared for the life of one bum | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again
Posted: 2/20/2007 6:27:29 PM | like anyone ever cared for the life of one bum
or gave a shit about more than their own sum
their parts to their whole, their past misgivings
who cares if the addicted bum goes on living
she cares, even without the dope in her veins
dancing and swinging for escape from the pain
wandering vagabond, anything for a buck
where hope runs red and you're shit out of luck | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again
Posted: 2/20/2007 6:34:11 PM | where hope runs red and you're shit out of luck
the goddamed dog drove off with my truck
and that chick you thinks’ a dish she ran off with the spoon
stuck right up her nose and it’s not even noon
I’m telling you this place is getting on my nerves
Even if you say we all just get what we deserve
I’m not sure I’m up to loving in this three ring town
Someone’s taming lions and they’re bringing in the clown. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again
Posted: 2/20/2007 6:38:27 PM | Someone’s taming lions and they’re bringing in the clown
goading all the freaks to wait to shake us down
after we've paid full price for the ring-a-ling show
the freaks come in to speak all the things we know
to tell us of our demons waiting in the wings
that devil-dude with horns, he's the one that sings
silent little lullabies, competing with mother goose
to put us in a trance, then set our demons loose | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again
Posted: 2/20/2007 7:04:27 PM | to put us in a trance, then set our demons loose
without any conciousness thay have an excuse
to let themselves do anything that may catch a whim
like make a coconut cream pie and throw it right at him
and make sure the media Is only too aware
of what the antics you’ll be up just making people stare
and when they come to arrest you and really hold you to it
you’ll put on your best Flip voice and say “The devil made me do it!” | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again
Posted: 2/20/2007 7:05:14 PM | “The devil made me do it!” then set our demons loose
in the Spruce forest of our minds entwined with chemical disruptions
catalyzed by polydevlopmental corporate concoction
synthesized to taste just like chicken
I was stricken with a thought of unfathomable proportion
despite all contortions my development wasn’t on par
a car was sent to pick up the remains
nothing would ever be the same again. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again
Posted: 2/20/2007 7:12:26 PM | nothing would ever be the same again.
Not since she turned that lovely shade of fusha, men
Would just stop in their rail wayed tracks
and look back at her checkin’ for racks
maybe but usually it was the high colour pink
that would somehow make them think
of cotton candy and pink pop corn
and black lace zippers and subtle porn | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again
Posted: 2/20/2007 7:20:44 PM | black lace zippers and subtle porn
in top drawer for Sunday morn
with dawn's misty light mixing sensually
we couldn't help but melt eventually
leaving a puddle for some poor maid
as off to the beach feeling quite brave
weathers so nice in the tropics somehow
our fantasy seems to go there now | |
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