| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/15/2007 7:27:48 AM | inside each lovin' bruisin' of your choosin'
youz be a losin' sight of the cruisin' delight
for its all so trite when weighed against the light
guiding most of what you think is right
then all so way too often falls into the dragon's bite
carried off in silent whimpers not showing much real fight.
Cross polinated with killer bees in the night
its beauty we try to hold on to so tight. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/15/2007 7:41:41 AM | It's beauty we try to hold on to so tight,
while it's time that holds us in turn.
And history repeats and, ad nauseum, eats...
like prized origami that's destined to burn.
But between every fold is a wish that was told -
papercuts from which, we could learn,
that even when ashes, the crane never crashes,
but drifts elswhere - unfit for an urn. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/15/2007 12:44:16 PM | but drifts elsewhere - unfit for an urn
as it soars freely about in its flight
going upward while dancing among
the planets and stars in the night
A song which echos within
guiding without any sight
its presence deeply is felt
when we brave to enter the plight | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/15/2007 1:20:55 PM | when we brave to enter the plight
of dirty sockses and cardboard boxes
and runny noses and garden hoses
wearing our grins through the outs and the ins
jelly gets everywhere, even in their hair!
watch me run, Mom....did you see me, Mom?
yes, darling, i saw, i know, i was there
and i love you, even with jam in your hair. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/15/2007 3:47:13 PM | And I love you, even with jam in your hair.
But let me say, I am not all here,
LOLL,,,life is silly,,give me jam,
Run it through my hair,,,,again.
Lovely silly, funny times.
Words that make me think of rhymes.
I would love to make you breakfast.
Fill your tummy,,,,and say whats next? | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/16/2007 3:19:09 AM | Fill you tummy, and say what's next
But you better hope the cook don't get vexed
For a cook's revenge can be very mean
I say this because I have seen
Some pretty disgusting stuff
From this cook that had had quite enough
So the next time you go out to eat
Make sure that your manners are sweet | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/16/2007 4:30:44 AM | Make sure that your manners are sweet
Don't let them see your pain
Cover your agony in marble and stone
Forget about the "woe is me" refrain.
Keep your frozen smile in place
Push everyone away....
Arm's length distance is much too near
If you want to keep love's truth at bay. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/16/2007 7:49:13 AM | If you want to keep love's truth at bay
just keep talking the same way you always do
then i swear to you its true that your anger does come through
all the years we knew but nicely never told
now being a bit more bold and older than dirt
it doesn't matter if it hurts you a bit now
for somehow this will lessen the pain of that future strain
so refrain from spilling every thought in your brain. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/16/2007 8:20:31 AM | so refrain from spilling every thought in your brain
into the cortex of blame or doubt
flexibily and the shifting
weather makes for a good strong affirmation from which to sing
and that is all rosy and cosy and makes it growsy like a posy
settling into my tickled pink
trunk of gracious goodies that are....... My best friend
My bliss...... My own.........My delectible blend. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/17/2007 7:42:39 AM | My own delectible blend to you I gladly send
don't hastily spend for no need to defend or mend
its not a trend my friend you may want to bend just a little
over to the left ... then to the right, now jiggle and feel the power
after just take a shower scower your thoughts for a place
just the right sized space to keep these smiles we create
pull them out on some other date
just for a little while, when you need a smile. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 1611 | |
| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/17/2007 12:18:21 PM | Just for a little while, when you need a smile
What harm could come from not so long a mile
But the point is you don't need it
The point is --you don't need it.
Ah well for a little while when I need a smile
I've not far to go, no measure of the mile
So take your smug--you don't need it.
I f*ucking need it. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/17/2007 7:38:33 PM | I f*ucking need it-
I guess now I can admit it
I've never asked for anything
why don't we just forget it?
and I f*ucking want it-
I guess now you know my tune
i'm locked inside myself at times
and i won't escaping any day soon | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/17/2007 8:38:04 PM | and I won't be escaping any day soon
when my heart starts to sing my heads groovy tune
it'll be like the wind and the sky and the sand
creating a mystery etherical band
shifting and flowing and shaping the tunes
uncanny and listless and knowing the dunes
to adorn the vast desert a gypsy song beats
an oasis appears between white sandy peaks | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/17/2007 8:40:45 PM | an oasis appears between white sandy peaks i won't escape any day soon
as gloom is my broom that sweeps away desire
a quagmire leftover from Dagmar
I watch my star eclipsed by its black hole companion
Gravity versus inertia in its perpetual struggle
atomic thought structures continue to juggle ideas
trimmed for explanations crossing cyber space
intuitions holding unification not to be replaced | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/17/2007 8:52:02 PM | intuitions holding unification not to be replaced
by the coming of the newest and boldest soon to be erased
feeling, scoping, dreaming and hoping
it through the fire and there it is .......anteloping
playing and dancing through the fields
where they(ever herd of them?) all love to roam
springing through the air like a new found home
Oh give me a home where the antelope play | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/17/2007 9:03:44 PM | Oh give me a home where the antelope play
gets me thinking in such strange ways
like a livingroom walking around the bar-b-q pit
sweeping up all that antelope shit
then a table of horny card players
chewing grass between layers of buckskin
sunglasses and hats ready for the bluff
though if they all jump... who wins? | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/17/2007 9:32:01 PM |  antelopes looking for a playground
Though if they all jump
...who wins?
is the question I tend to ponder
therefore I always lose my way
how does the self protect anyhow
when it's all about survival
and not only that...but survival
of the fittest.....I give up at winning | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/18/2007 8:53:06 AM | I give up at winning as that lonely soul
standing with the cup plated in gold
names from the past engraved in tiny rows
hardly ever read except in escrow
Now if its a team that's a different game
and it always feels good to be one of those names
not all alone but with sisters and brothers
smiling so proud for fathers and mothers. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/18/2007 6:57:01 PM | Smiling so proud for fathers and mothers,
the children strode down to the river.
The elders were led by kind small hands,
to that which the water delivered.
And stepping in swiftly they all did swim,
to the other lush side that they yearned.
Emerging, the children - now adults themselves -
smiled, while led by their children in turn. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 1621 | |
| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/19/2007 4:40:45 AM | Smiled, while led by their children in turn,
parents, leathered by time's slow burn,
embraced future's fruit grown from their seed,
Felt tender results of their own hopeful need
Sons and daughters of man from Eden come
and tender the Parent, (a mystery to some)
The circle of life to be lived in full brings
harvest to parents' springtime offerings. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/19/2007 6:40:54 AM | harvest to parents' springtime offerings
a cap and gown with contemporaies following
stride the halls of family tradition
to meet that fate with intuition
cross reference other sons of the rock
play to win against all those jocks
four letters and dean's list makes us proud
now you can wake and get off that cloud | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 1623 | |
| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/19/2007 7:04:52 AM | "Now you can wake and get off that cloud"
said God to the astral girl, snoring out loud
"Hun get on up now, mornin', smell the coffee"
Then in a flash the girl was sipping her tea
in her own little kitchen, dim memory of a dream
stirring her conscious as her lips smacked their seams
And she scratched her oily nose, " God spoke to me"
"How can I disobey, Ok." lighting her smoke, She brewed coffee. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/19/2007 11:01:23 AM | She brewed coffee to calm her nerves
not realizing just how absurd the action could be
unless she freely gave it all away
stopped smoking and decided to play with something other than her hair.
I didn't really care to know the answer to a question nobody was willing to ask
yet there it was before me glowing like some relic of our phosphorescent past
cobalt and radium leaching into the wells
now we know we live in hell.
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 1625 | |
| 8 LINE STANZAS ....bonanza
Posted: 3/19/2007 11:42:30 AM | Now we know we live in hell
but drink in the good word
you can still think it swell
no matter how absurd
A visit to supernatural host
would be kewl if we paid attention.
Charred lungs are nothing to boast.
astral projection gets honorable mention. | |
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