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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again
Posted: 2/20/2007 7:32:25 PM | our fantasy seems to go there now
or maybe Hawaii I can just see it wow
the sun and the beach and the flowers perfume
a cabin on the beach all we need is one room
walking through history lush as new growth
sun is browning the skin of us both
living on mangos and coconut cream
life is too perfect it must be a dream | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again
Posted: 2/20/2007 7:38:35 PM | life is too perfect it must be a dream
swishing and swaying with coconut cream
lying in bed with the warmness of you
quenching our thirst with a mouthful of new
the bonfire, baby, it lights up the sky
as the heavens open up for just you and i
in our hammock, we two, melded as one
as reality escapes behind the red-setting sun | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again
Posted: 2/20/2007 7:45:20 PM | As reality escapes behind the red setting sun
and illusions emerge as the play has begun
And the role which you choose is your very own
to create and run with, to your special zone
Dance freely in the moonlight, walk gently by day
as the audience watches in awe at your play
you created by thought, and shared with a few
the journey has started, the play is anew | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again
Posted: 2/20/2007 7:47:04 PM | as reality escapes behind the red-setting sun
lace and leather slowly turn into one
guns are all loaded and guards stand in place
now these games can control total space
My rocket its launching as you control the knobs
I can feel the dance rythm with weaves and bobs
petals wet softness engulfs all the flames
explostions erupt with screaming names | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again
Posted: 2/20/2007 7:47:40 PM | As reality escapes behind the red-setting sun,
May I say,,,,,I did love the fun!
You may not be My James Dean,,,,
but damn,,,,baby ,,,you are hot and lean.
So before you leave,,,,please take my number....
so I dont even feel dumber,,,,,
when you call and say,,,,Hey baby,,,,
today is the day~!
I will say,,,,well,,,,I am not busy,,,,,
so lets,,,,,put on some Thin LIzzy,,,,,,,
Hey you mad shadowqueen<<<<< | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/20/2007 8:20:41 PM | explosions erupt with screaming names
another oblivious poet playing their own game
lost in thought ,truly their own
skipping the details of stories that roam
so how are you ? ya'know no one cares
they are all so consumed with their head full of air
thats OK its really is too much to believe
when they wear their intelligence right on their sleeve | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/20/2007 11:40:05 PM | when they wear intelligence right on their sleeve
as phil ly sings...never would she leave me
gary cries out in the fields
damn its good music but not to all so it may seem
perhaps roger with submarine skippers
visions of tianamen and tanks
hitch hiking too
so a sleeves badge is but of pride for if you lose former perhaps your souls died | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 6:41:25 AM | perhaps your souls died
after you tried to hide the holes that let all that water in
soaking sock to skin with a thin layer of waste
found inside that taste of money
honey thought you needed to put away
too bad it was in your shoe
none knew the true blue spirit of before
with so much in the way you can't see the floor | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 9:17:54 AM | With so much in the way you can't see the floor
Spring is just a few days away
Let's hope it will open new doors
Because i am taking new highways
Dreams and hopes are in the mixture
Need to find the secret ingredient
All I need is to be patient
Doors will open to new ventures | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 9:25:23 AM | Doors will open to new ventures
With a tincture of passion
Many shall tarry attempting entrance
But the frigid maniacal laughing
Keeps chivalry at a distance
Come, please do…
Follow this Adonis into the longing you
For the skeptic in you…is morning ever moment of you! | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 11:14:49 AM | moment of you in the time of me
cynically dashing in your chivalry
taking the time to make yourself heard
instilling the notions-i get every word
infusing the lyrics with a tune so exact
it melts all the ice that i've left in my tracks
sweet moans escape from the path that i've tread
while the newness, the you-ness, dance in my head | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 11:50:51 AM | While the newness, the you-ness, dance in my head,
May be we happily hold the silence, its not dead.
As if to say, I knew you when,
I am hoping to say,,I want more, and then
May the feelings and newness,,,come back to me.
Forever more,,,,making my heart, alive and free.
Only two souls can react like we do,
only one love, can result in us two.
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 12:01:34 PM | only one love can result in us two
only one fire can warm the night through
only one touch to light that flame
only one word as you're moaning my name
only this heat, this decadent dish
can be held in place of a regrettable wish
only bound by words in the heart of the night
and that devilish moon winking through the twilight | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 1:37:20 PM | “the journey has started, the play is anew”
Slightly anal of me I think I do
But it seems we skipped a rather good line
So I thought I’d connect it up with mine
And weave together a few loose ends
Patchworking reputation I need to defend
So just let me do it, don’t bother to fight
and that devilish moon winking through the twilight | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 2:10:48 PM | through the twilight, we skip and we trace
no analities here, no fights to place
true, a very good line, "the play is anew"
i'm starting over-- yep, yep, me too
the newness is washing away all the sins
that kept me locked up between proper and prim
they held me in place with a thin gold line
and tried to keep me, oh how they tried | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 3:18:24 PM | oh how they tried to keep it all straight
then off in the darkness he put a new gate
the fields that were opened became a playground
now all we hear are screams from the clowns
dashing with honour and truth of some past
chivilrous and devious and often too fast
compiling hot phrases in the back of his mind
fishing for love with a carbon fiber line | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 3:48:51 PM | fishing for love with a carbon fiber line
trolling for women to wine and to dine
in hopes of discovering his lady true
the one he’d imagined since he was “little boy blue”
He’d been blowing his horn all alone in his land
and had never met one, who could quite understand
His unique insanity and like him like that
Till then he keeps catching and throwin’ them back. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 5:54:16 PM | he keeps catching and throwin’ them back
not want to hide them away in his shack
no desire of any strange culinary dish
he only seems happy when he's trying to fish
Out in the clean clear country air
standing alone in a river so fair
feeling the power of the perfect lure
as the next fish he does procure | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 7:02:25 PM | the next fish he does procure
is two feet, three feet, four feet, more!!
he can't seem to tale this tell
mayhap, perhaps that's just as well
when he tells you about all the fish he caught
just look for receipts from the fish he bought
hook, line and sinker, don't let him go on
let's all gather round and get this show on | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 7:07:41 PM | let's all gather round and get this show on
see who will tell who where to prattle and fawn
suck up to the bosses of devious means
all is never to be just what it seems
riding around on this merriless round
gagged from within here I can’t make a sound
ridding the netwaves of more insane chatter
still making the rounds as if it would matter | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 7:37:37 PM | still making the rounds as if it would matter
the mistress of blog was mad as a hatter
she dances on clouds made of marshmellow rounds
her imagination takes flight every night to the sounds
of rock and roll oldies
she loves the old goldies
she had a twinkle in her eye and a smile so bright
none suspected that she had spirit in sight | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 9:33:08 PM | none suspected that she had spirit in sight
and no one knew she could hear them all right
they all thought she just talked to herself
and they’d never believe that one was an elf.
They had no explanation as to how she would know
The things that she did, or account for the glow
That often accompanied her after the rain
When the dew was reflective, they just called her insane. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 10:56:20 PM | When the dew was refective, they just called her insane
Some of her friends new the truth, there was another to blame
The dark lord of Castledurg was bewitching the girl
In the couldren went Eye of newt, shell of pearle
These potions he would conger, and hold her so tight
Her guides whispered encouragments for her to fight
She gathered the strenghth, and went for his black soul
Tore open his chest, there was no heart , just a hole | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS . . .they must be resold and told again..told ya
Posted: 2/21/2007 11:02:43 PM | Tore open his chest, there was no heart , just a hole
So she quick filled it with dew flowers used a whole bowl
And she whispered sweet medicine as she began
To breath life back to him where not but death ran
And restore the heart in the curse of the damned
Bring back his life force before his souls banned
Sisters of mercy restoreth lost souls
And fills them with flowers, those hearts with sore holes. | |
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| Contemplate Straight 8 LINE Bonanza STANZAS
Posted: 2/22/2007 1:59:15 AM | A vived description
Of ghetto attrition
To open up your mind
A kick where you need it
In Your rear or your behind
Time
And with a definition thats graphic
Watch me break out of traffic. | |
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