| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas
Posted: 3/7/2007 1:48:49 PM | it'll be on your soul cause it ain't right
so
try to fly with a kite over the wire
and under the big ole moon shining like a half baked goon ha ha
oh well sometimes the funny guy isn't round at the right time
so I make honey with
oney ...me. Gotta go now...just when I was having fun...
work.....work...work...play later? | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas
Posted: 3/7/2007 6:54:06 PM | work.....work...work...play later?
They lure you on every page
The protestant promise served with Sunday guilt
Came in with the industrial age
How many have succumbed to the succubus game
Giving your life blood away
In trade of a promise of good things to come
Still waiting for judgment day | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/7/2007 7:07:43 PM | Still waiting for judgment day
Armageddon and the four horsemen way
twelve thousand from each of twelve tribes
makes yur odds pretty slim to take that ride
then the same again from the dead
lays a bit heavy on the head
till you take it all allegorically instead
realizing few know what was said
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/7/2007 7:29:25 PM | realizing few know what was said
Some wordings are through storm glasses read
And some are rose coloured hue instead
Tricky words don’t match what was fed
Dream handed down through history led
Like lambs to the shepherd, like honey to bread
The choice of it’s meaning is all in your head
Whispering messages of great bliss or dread | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/7/2007 7:51:09 PM | Whispering messages of great bliss or dread
fills volumes in vaults that can't be read
baking distraut doubters experimental bread
with illustrated illusions from epostles heads
If i told you of bliss and cities of gold
it all would fall into that same old same old
then the young and naive desiring concrete
fall to their knees to worship dirty feet | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/7/2007 8:13:14 PM | fall to their knees to worship dirty feet
wash them in water scented and sweet
and rub them with oil, massaging away the pain
of the lands he walked over, the mud and the rain
the snow and the cold and the blistering heat
the forests and valleys and cobblestone street
all the places he walked to and walked back again
He thanked the foot healers for now he won’t need a cane. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 1507 | |
| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/7/2007 8:26:45 PM | He thanked the foot healers for now he won't need a cane
Arms can swing. Back raises his head up to the stature of man.
Eyes can see beyond steps of the instant, to the instant of the future.
Ears can hear footsteps without filtering through offbeat measure.
He thanked the foot healers, then went about his way
then while gazing up high, tripped over a stump one day
The accident tore his ankle, and caused incredible pain.
But he walked and it healed, no need to see Healer again. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/7/2007 8:28:45 PM | No need to see the healer again....when I saw them.....
fall to their knees to worship.... dirty feet....head
to the ground..... mumbling 'his worship' don't hurt me.....
save me...... from all this toil and soil......then the clouds burst! And the people were
annointed....... with spiritual magnolia oil from the wizards (wise ones),
holy ones, spirits and angels and all the people recognized god right
there in each other and they formed a pact of tolerance
for 'their own' skin...this was the new mantra...'comfortable in my own skin' | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 2:45:19 AM | Comfortable in my own skin
You say to me it is a sin
But I think that you are wrong
And must be drinking from the bong
My skin was something made for me
And it fits quite comfortably
I'm saying what you won't admit
It's not a sin you idiot | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 1510 | |
| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 5:52:48 AM | It's not a sin you idiot
to let emotions, you forgot
to remember, flow to a friend--
consider the etherous blend
the substance of the friendship.
Activity is but the sharpened tip
of the bond. Secured in the deep,
neglected spirits will present to weep. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 7:15:11 AM | neglected spirits will present to weep
like a willow overhanging a street
filled with cars leaking gunk
full of parinoia in the trunk
just in case the sky falls down
be sure you can dress up like a clown
bring some moon boots to walk on air
show us all how to fulfill that dare | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 8:50:32 AM | Show us all how to fulfill that dare
Your secret I am full aware
A dare is nothing more than this
A hidden suicidal wish
Dare and Brave are not the same
To take a dare is pretty lame
Brave is a much choice
For it's the hero's inner voice | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 9:09:14 AM | For it's the heros voice... like a rule of thumb.... when feeling glum
seeking if its real from whence it's come.....not made up of weeds and pits of plum....
is it jam for your early morning toast......a marmalade and zingy zest
is the test......sweet or zesty..sour or salty which one?
it's an acquired taste I know although.....to go with the inner gizz-heard
that seems to know.....when to wish and when it's real......is there fun and laughter there?
or is it a lemon rolling down hill..... searching for a lemonade maker?
that's the shaker....the real deal maker....not a faker. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 9:23:00 AM | the real deal maker....not a faker
you can taker to a baker for lessons in dough you know
for if she blow that one the fun will be on the next run
so go to a show with mismatched socks
take some long walks down by the docks
don't look at the rocks for very long
unless you brought a happy song to sing for the fish
then make a wish and watch it sail away | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 10:31:47 AM | Then make a wish and watch it sail away
And wait and wait until the day
You finally see your silly wish
Was simply nothing more than this
Your bubble I just had to bust
There are no fairies only dust
If you want your wish made true
Perhaps you should stop sniffing glue | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 11:00:16 AM | Perhaps you should stop sniffing glue.
At least then, we could get a clue,
if you are real, or just a corpse,
basking in the reapers doors.
Shake it off, get a life!
Forget the shit, and all the strife.
Carry on with head held high.
Because these days of life, they fly. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 12:47:48 PM | Because these days of life, they fly
it passes just too quickly by
The memories of daunting past
reminds us that nothing will last
You best pay attention to
the present as unbeknown to you
it too will fade away and then
back to the past you'll think again | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 12:56:44 PM | back to the past you'll think again
curious about the lose of friends
snide remarks and stupid quotes
thinking their a kind of joke
drifting into that new fantasy world
work and play fall in a swirl
words void of meaning spew from the face
all anyone sees is wasted space | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 1:01:50 PM | Back to the past you'll think again
But the future I'll be in
So stay and argue with your past
But you better make it fast
For time won't wait for foolishness
And you'll be left with nothingness
So fight your battles and when done
You will see that I have won | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 1:08:50 PM | All anyone sees in wasted space
perhaps a hint or just a trace
of meaning can be found if some
look deeper and it just may come
For what some view as just a fool
it's purpose isn't as miniscule
for everyone, for judge not
in simple things, you learn a lot. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 1:11:14 PM | You will see that I have won
Well yes indeed you did
You beat me out in posting first
I wish mine to be hid
But like the rules I will abide
and continue on with rhyme
and hope my timing improves alot
when I go to post next time.
:) | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 1:54:20 PM | When I go to post next time
First I'll drink a beer with lime
Corona Extra rhymed in verse
My poetry has gotten worse
Hopefully I will forget
That I even wrote this bit
Truly ignorance is bliss
And I am living proof of this | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 2:01:17 PM | And I am living proof of this,
Ignorence is surely bliss...
I am but one crazy lady.
I find no takers,,,on here,,,not shady.
I am lookin,,,no finding.
Hearts like mine,,,,need more timing.
Let me lurk in the dark , dark nite.
Finding only things that bite! | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 2:22:40 PM | Finding only things that bite
Is probably why my head aint right
Bitten once and has made me shy
So beware if you're a guy
That does not respect my wish
When I say I'm not your fish
Restraining orders just don't work
They're just another a circle jerk | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....won't let it go......bananas from Santa
Posted: 3/8/2007 2:54:54 PM | in simple things, you learn a lot
like checking that an edit happened not
so Awakening your first post was the winner
and the second everyone followed is the sinner
so back to the first I do go
just to let everyone know
the unedit ones will get skipped
that the way it goes on this here trip. | |
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