| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/16/2007 8:54:05 PM | So live life as the Man you were always meant to be
Not as the man you think they want to see.
Live life like it's your last, loved and free
Whisper in my ear....we were meant to be.
Paint me the colors, of fire and flames
Wipe our slates clean from all of our shame. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/16/2007 9:23:54 PM | Wipe our slates clean from all of our shame.
Help live the life we can, in your name
Be all we can excel to declare
Raise our toast high in the air
And rally forth unto your heart
Knowledge is faith right from the start
Beseech we you in honour bound
Our faith on bended knee we found
The earth receptive to our touch
The pain, the pain, sometimes too much | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/16/2007 9:31:47 PM | The pain, the pain,
sometimes too much
yet we court it again,
such fools are we
unable to see what has been
when daring the unseen tomorrow
burdened with sorrow of unhealed mind.
Leave it behind. Go forward free.
Be. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/17/2007 7:27:01 AM | Be Be Be
my baby
I hear you loud and clear
a fire breathing dragon
no mother wants you near
just freeze those flaming tongues
with an icy stare
you know what you want
how you get it
who will care
go for gold my darling
if you dare
if you dare
I will be waiting
because I care
because I care | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/17/2007 7:51:59 AM | because I care
oh how I wish I did not
every night he wishes me a lovely one
guilt overrides me
for he knows am not only romancing him
and then I will make him run slopes
downhill for I know the ropes
only an Olympian can win my heart
even if he falls for then I only know
the honesty of a true heart | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/17/2007 8:00:06 AM | the honesty of a true heart
is not to be trifled with
does not need the shock to jump start
each bored moment
With setting suns, be content
porch swing and hammock in the breeze
salt water spray and sand in my shoes
thank you, and please
red wine and chocolate, late night pleasure
simplicity, each taking our leisure
to get to know, recognition
layer upon layer share your position
on topics of mutual interest found
standing here both feet on the ground. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/17/2007 8:06:10 AM | standing here both feet on the ground
the ground is sacred for trodden on before
each one shows detours
no gender pleased
in this new world shown
even cyberspace overrides
new rules passed shadowing me
Indian’s proverbs were right
walk sometime in my moccasins
and sister is left sewing tents | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/17/2007 10:09:29 AM | sister is left sewing tents on the hill
while brother has the will to scan the creeks
seeking that illusive gold
so bold a world in front of this fire
raging blood fueds crossing desire
where can a sane land lover find peace
with robber barons backing claim jumpers
bank rolls supporting troop movements
and that ever present church
I watch as some lurch for open space
trace the paths of natures leaching
preaching truth of spirit in the deception of evil desire
higher goals than attainable by any peasant
pleasant enough
tough to live by
sigh when the time allows
vows of faith misplaced in sinking sunsets | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/17/2007 1:14:56 PM | vows of faith
misplaced in sinking sunsets
promises made as the light fades
illusions to ward off the darkness
whistle a happy tune
pretend you don't see
stop your ears
close your eyes
tell yourself a hundred lies
anything to escape the pain
run from reality again | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/17/2007 1:48:05 PM | run from reality again
Run from the little voice inside
Crying to get out
Play the game
Don't get caught
And for heaven sakes
listen for the attention shoppers
You don't want to miss a deal
Illusions held in the mind
Lets all agree
Lets play Monopoly for real
I'll be the car
You be the shoe
If you try to leave
You won't pass go
Hearts are for beating
Not for whats real
Real is for those who don't know the rules
This one is for those
Who understand the rhyme
listen to the rhythm keeping in beat
Using the space for
Holding whats true
Perhaps even giving more then whats due
For the secret to life
Is to keep it in flow
So this is for you smile if you know | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/17/2007 11:22:36 PM | So this is for you
Smile if you know
What else can we do
It's your show
Make the Play
Call the call
So those inclined to stay
Can Make some sense of it all
Despite that Jagged little Pill
Some find so easy to swallow
I'd wish you no ill will
Nor be wont to in pity wallow
Crack the false facade
With Hastily pasted smile
As though you were some God
Because this might take a while
Little did I know
What a bloody crying shame
It was just as apt to become as go
No matter what the game
No matter what the spin
The losers will always lose
At all costs you're ripe to win
Different day perhaps but still the same old news | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/18/2007 12:09:43 AM | Different day perhaps but still the same old news
as I patter about in my worn out shoes
tryin not to sing the blues
as this is the lifestyle I choose
and the way I'm livin
as I'm takin and a given
some days I'll snooze
and then I loose | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/18/2007 12:51:43 AM | and then I loose, or at least I choose
whether to inhale or not
for the night is mine to breathe
all mine, to my very core
from the hollow of my navel
to the soft crest of my breasts
breathing in, an orbit, a halo
breathing out, humming, slow dance,
crickets buzz in the long grass
and shooting stars streak the sky
and I wonder, without the cast of your arms
beyond sunshine and apricots
am I among those who sing
harmony or those who chant
mystery? Alors, which of us knows? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/18/2007 4:20:28 AM | mystery? Alors, which of us knows?
That life drifts us to destiny’s choice
You push, you pull but the power is not yours
The only power you have, is to accept destiny’s choice
You shout and you cry but destiny’s deaf
Just learn to enjoy destiny’s choice | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/18/2007 7:17:12 AM | just learn to enjoy destiny's choice
as you would enjoy the sound of my voice
cause I be thinking about you all the time
morning, noon and seperate times
girl you know you always stay on my mind
the way we hold hands, hug and even when we "grind"
wishing you were here right next to me
wishing you were right now having sex with me
wishing you're eyes were staring at mines
but destiny has given everything the right place and time | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/18/2007 10:37:21 AM | destiny has given everything
the right place and time
in your mind
some kind of delusion
manifest by an intrusion
brought on
in song
strong hope
spoken in the ways of faith
erased desire on fire
for all that is must be
what we see
left from the right time
wrong can always find
a way to slip in
before euphoria begins
who wins if the game never ends?
That depends
on what really belongs
how strong the song we sing rings across the lines
space and time
so well designed it must be
beyond random selection and choice
a voice of reason
developed
seasoned
like a meal in the tourist quarter | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/18/2007 5:53:59 PM | in the tourist quarter
that beautiful french one
we all each of us once heard of or knew
yet now crumbled down south
devastation still rampant
the meals once shared there
yearned for again by some surely
now but for others a bad taste of memories
of political foibles and shame
images burned into our minds
and forever our hearts too
what to do what to do
so many left scrambling
some are still floundering
we all surely know one or two
from that place
do what you can
however small it may seem
to leave a smile on their face
exchange a few kind words
might just give them hope
have you heard lately
now a convent's for sale
to pay for the sins
of some father's predatory ways
and what of the pope
is his thinking so stale?
i don't know really
what it's like there today
i only know from someone
who visited there
considered rebuilding
a city once fair
full of life and all that jazz
now where is a hot beignet
and hot coffee to be had
with stormy winds and rains
between the mud and the muck
destiny took much from so many
in such a short time
we all watched in horror
no reason nor ryhme
luck ain't a lady nope
neither here nor there
better to believe in kindred
human condition
hope and aspire
to earth's truest desires
somehow each of us must
reach deep inside and find
collectively try a new way
to make now a better day | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/19/2007 5:38:34 AM | to make now a better day
He said you obviously go to church
I asked why he came to that conclusion
He answered that I have polite manners
If he only knew the church of my belief
was ten hours away
and in between I curse like a wench
life is so far away
wishing every day was Sunday | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/19/2007 8:16:27 AM | wishing every day was Sunday
the day of rest
dressed in our best
presentation to the holy ghost place
spirit in form of steeple chase
pearly gates to the highest bidder
tilth my way and sit sedder
with the old ones scented musk
prayers at dawn and dusk
left for the jungles at age fifteen
dawn saffron robes for sights unseen
with the opened eye
I'll learn to fly
after all.
Eagles and rattlesnakes hold the legacy
of sage smoke and blasphomy
circles gather and hoopdance the dream
nothing is ever as it may seem. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/19/2007 8:50:43 AM | nothing is ever as it may seem
when a wicca queen dares to dream
her reality replaces all you lost
and brings you joy but at what cost
your soul rises to her willing hand
and through crooked fingers runs like sand
among her snakes and evil grace
it falls upon a broken face
recognizing what you paid
still under her boot you willingly laid
and here youll lie in ecstacy
trapped for all eternity | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/19/2007 11:44:50 AM | Trapped for all eternity
under this old car it seems
Dripping oil and broken springs
Fixing corroded and rusty things
Almost as much trouble as having a wife
But then again, that’s another life | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/19/2007 11:51:39 AM | But then again, that's another life
I gave up being someones wife!
For much of life and world is hard!
I don't care to be anyones card!
Lest I win ...or lose ....so What!
I feel I can survive the blunt!
I carry on...I am the same...
I find no one...here to blame!
Life is never how we see it....
Go and git chur catchers mitt....greet it! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2007 5:45:06 AM | eternity is free
of any certainty
predicted circumstance
or even our existence
so tell a fine story
of celestial glory
no fear whatever
promises of forever
comforting belief
brings such great relief
the thought of an all-seeing eye
watching out for you and I
deny all questions
renounce suggestions
maintain the ideology
your blanket of security
comforting perception
gets a warm reception
protecting from reality
and unknowable eternity | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2007 6:35:49 AM | Unknowable eternity
stretches before and behind
and we are walking in it
with whatever help we can find.
Today is all we can manage,
yesterdays are ours to borrow,
they hold every key we will need
to unlock the mysterious morrow. | |
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