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Posted: 2/25/2007 5:45:04 PM | nor would it be charring my heart
where coals are smothered in ash
damped down so fires won't start
embers removed with the trash
but hope still smoulders below
waits for the least little breeze
to stir the long remembered glow
thawing this long-term freeze | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/25/2007 5:52:44 PM | thawing this long-term freeze
removing the darkness within
a task done simply with ease
as the coals of fire begin
to bring light upon the day
and a warmth that surely glows
inside our troubled minds
where wisdom truly grows | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/25/2007 7:24:08 PM | Where wisdom truly grows
Is in a poets heart
And passion freely flows
But grace must do her part
For all these without grace
Are clumbsy words in rhyme
That sounds so out of place
And falter out of time | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/25/2007 8:17:13 PM | and falter out of time
fallen out of step
life goes marching on
and most, accept
and fall into a numbing hell
but some, to their own beat
kneel to smell
the roses at their feet | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/25/2007 11:20:22 PM | the roses at thier feet
they breathe it's perfume
for a moment so fleet
bliss not doom
and exquisitely sweet
makes a heart zoom
living life on your own beat
for love there is always room | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/26/2007 3:32:05 AM | there is always room at the inn of sin
welcome, welcome, step right in
been dying to see you light up the stage
with your bluesy rendition of "Turn the Page"
turn up the volume and ingest the song
come on in, baby, it won't be long
til you're screaming the blues with the best of them
while i finish of what little is left of them | |
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Posted: 2/26/2007 8:12:47 AM | while i finish with what little is left of them
you can toss another log on the fire and relax
sink into that old couch by the window
feel the sunlight wash clean all cracks in your armour
soon I will join you for an evening of us
alone together with complete loving trust
we go to the edge of a universe yet to be discovered
with nothing but now to guide the way | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/26/2007 8:26:17 AM | now to guide the way to where we are
you'll need your map, i'll get the car
warm winds blow on this sea of change
for once, for us, embrace the strange
misty eyes view what should have been
and see through the haze of the carelessly shut-in
the edge, i've been there, and would love to go
anytime, anywhere, you're calling this show | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/26/2007 8:48:28 AM | you're calling this show with hushed resolve
knowing how little the kids get involved
interest is faint for things far away
besides even I don't understand this play
Some horn sprouting wench with a lyre in hand
grinding up something that smokes in the pan
singing falsetto in a baritone voice
if it was up to me this wouldn't be the choice. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/26/2007 8:54:18 AM | if it was up to me this wouldn't be the choicest plan
i'd run to the hills with a gun in my hand
shoot up some bears and light up a fire
while the wench with the lyre points out the liars
no one understands the play at this point
there's words to be heard and some jukes in the joint
far away places do things to the mind
when you delayer the facts and come up from behind | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/26/2007 8:59:27 AM | come up from behind wrapping my waist
hug me tight while holding in place
the warmth of love in that dainty frame
gently whisper just what is the game
touch tickle the edge of wanton desire
bring my mind back to the fire
lust opens doors to our primal truth
lets go again despite lack of youth | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/26/2007 9:26:18 AM | let's go again despite lack of youthful disdain
on the table, the floor, the desktop again
remind me what it was to feel young and desired
refuel the need to light up that fire
we both know that passion is a word to play
that sex isn't the only thing going today
there's minds to be melded and songs to be sung
now there's where you'll find me, still feeling quite young | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/26/2007 9:51:33 AM | there's where you'll find me still feeling quite young
past the midmorning with warmth of the sun
sparrows rest only for that moment of puff
showing strength in numbers may not be enough
A song comes on the box in the corner of your mind
dreamy lights evolve with pastry calls of distraction
I too remember the attraction of youthful pert reactions
how often they were not kind like your sensual lines | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/26/2007 10:15:07 AM | they were not kind like your sensual lines
reminding the mind of an easier time
when words were the wealth we all wished for
and the riches passed down from door to door
when no two lines were ever the same
we played for the fun, for the love of the game
taking your words and making them mine
and always having one helluva time | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/26/2007 12:30:06 PM | always having one helluva time
twisting and turning with disfunctionality
thinking up lines to stick in inuendos
with fantasy of love lost to insecurity
Oh the truth would be impossible to fathom
while washing this brain with acid rain
hoping to sweep out some trashy inane hum
I smile all the while I wish you no pain | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/26/2007 12:55:14 PM | I smile all the while I wish you no pain,
I am thinking,,,I would do it again!
You were so stupendous,,,
heart ever tremendous,
Now I just feel ,,,like a fly on the wall,
watching you look,,,surely to fall,
If ever you tire,,of the bloodthirsty game,
come on and find,,me,,,you know my name!
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/26/2007 12:55:21 PM | I smile all the while I wish you no pain,
I am thinking,,,I would do it again!
You were so stupendous,,,
heart ever tremendous,
Now I just feel ,,,like a fly on the wall,
watching you look,,,surely to fall,
If ever you tire,,of the bloodthirsty game,
come on and find,,me,,,you know my name!
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/26/2007 12:58:25 PM |  OOOPPPPS,,,double posted,,,lolll,,,so sorry friends,,,
Come on and find , me , you know my name.
Maybe it could all be the same?
we could laugh and love,,,
words unspoken,,,
no sense in it,,,
just a heart unbroken.
Let me show you all, I have,,
love is kind,,,,never bad!!!!!!!!!!!! | |
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Posted: 2/26/2007 10:17:15 PM | nor would it be charring my heart
Burned crisp and tortured black
Lucifers laugh heard from the start
Echoing in lightning’s crack
Tortured doubts of manic mind
Ring in through the night
Sleepless left to wander find
The way back to the light. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/27/2007 4:36:22 AM | The way back to the light
is through those trees to the right
turn in towards the valley down below
whoa! steady as she goes...
now take your time on climbing
those rocks are loose, the path is winding
you never know just when you'll fall
or who will be there to witness it all | |
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Posted: 2/27/2007 5:32:44 AM | (beautifully written Ravin, msg.1394)
Who will be there to witness it all
in the darkness of time where most
have gone to the light down guided hall
seeking knowledge by pillar and post
The ones who remain are left with the chore
of righting a wrong so clear
and layed out before them their plan to adore
and adhere to most sacred and dear | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/27/2007 4:58:40 PM | adhere to most sacred and dear
the simplicity of the cascading tear....
set in tones of ones internal fear....
bringing about eyes with blackened smears...
past set to crash upon the sea...
to awaken with the sun upon what needs to be...
to set the soul infinitly free..
to become whole without insanities fee... | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/27/2007 6:00:16 PM | love is kind,,,,never bad!!!!!!!!!!!!
But I was, I am so very sad
To inform you I made a mistake!
A really naughty one to make
And missed a page and posted askew
And wouldn’t you know it, they all followed too
Leading it all astray, I’m so sorry, I’ll try to patch it free
to become whole without insanities fee... | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/27/2007 8:35:08 PM | To become whole without insanities fee,
that my friend, you would like to be!
No holds barred ,,crazy,,,and flee,
leave your word,,forget the plea!
Words of suspicion,,,words insane.
Keep it , and hold it,,,never in vain.
Only a heart knows , to be kind,
hard to enlist,,,and harder to find! | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/27/2007 8:45:20 PM | hard to enlist,,,and harder to find
hard you insist ... oh that kind!
looking pissed ... he stumbled off
through the mist with fading cough
a slow pulsating beat caresses the evening haze
with reminiscence of childhood memories
days now melting into weekly years
grey replacing shades of ivory | |
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