| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/14/2008 6:00:44 AM | guess I’m still searching for
the one that's known as me
she is up and down
so hard to catch
so hard to know
she is lost in life
the life she knows
so maybe one day
I'll find the one
who is known as me
and is lost in me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/14/2008 8:24:43 AM | and is lost in me
the one in a thousand piece
my shredded decency
and a golden fleece
I am me and you are you
nothing can change that
perhaps I wish that it could too
things 'd be different easy as old hat
be I keep on saming in the same old way
keep on keeping on
living day to day
til my laurels I rest upon
til I am old ,wrinkled and gray | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/15/2008 12:00:07 AM | 'til I am old, wrinkled and gray
I'll always find the beauty
within each day
even when arthritis sets in
and my back becomes tired
even if I've lost half my friends
and I'm no longer wired
like I used to be
I'll still see
the beauty of a newborn
although it hurts me so
to think of the things
that he'll lose as well as know
the perfection in a sunrise
painted different every day
and the intricate patterns
in the leaves as they sway
the gift of the fire
and the rain as well
the depth of the people
and the stories they tell
I'll always find beauty
in the gift I've been given
of loved ones held dear
and this life that I'm living | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/15/2008 4:00:02 AM | and this life that I'm living
is not the one I chose
nearly fifty years of giving
to another - oh yes, one of those
privileged to keep house
raise the children, promote only 'we'
bouncing between tiger and mouse
now - somewhere here - there must be 'me' | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/15/2008 9:19:40 AM | now - somewhere here - there must be 'me'
between the housework
and the pets
hidden behind the children
round the corner of the marriage
that turned the wed to led
she's escaping
and she's running, hard
hackles raised
against the shackles of femininity
feral and furious
she shouts
and not the least bit
hesitantly
let me be me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/15/2008 11:02:48 AM | Let me be me
A cry from a newborn babe
Emerging into a world of misplaced dreams
What do you have to offer me?
As I descend upon this bed
Of turmoil and fallacy
Where once acceptance was a given right
I was swaddled in the pure light of love
To begin again on this quest for meaning
What have my elders left me as a birthright?
Once a star in the nighttime
Shining brightly as a beacon
For generations to follow
An oracle of knowledge and the blueprints of divinity
I carried the secrets in the folds of my heart
Waiting, waiting for the chance
To unravel the tangled labyrinth
One seed amongst the throngs
I cannot open my eyes until you tell me
What purpose do I serve? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/15/2008 8:17:08 PM | What purpose do I serve?
Right now dear swaddling child
you are hope and love and innocence
here to remind us of our heritage
as we explore your wisdom
shown in first smiles
folded into soft sweet skin
ours when we are as brave as you
in this world we have made | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/16/2008 7:56:44 AM | the one that's known as me
I can never really see
a look in the mirror with that intention
doesn't reveal the third dimension
and when I try to look inside
the one known as me tries hard to hide
and so I come here to change my fate
to see me reflected in a mate
I can see myself in my kids at times
not replicas but more like rhymes
similar in so many respects
but a time-warped mirror with strange effects
and sometimes the mirror reflects my father
is finding me worth all the bother
I know I'm not him, though that wouldn't be bad
more should be blessed with such a great dad
the one that's known as me
wishes it could be more easy
to find the mirror that's true
the one that's known as you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/16/2008 9:02:59 AM | The one that's known as you
So plainly seen
Yet so easily misconstrued
The words fail
As they so often do
Lamenting in anguish
Of an emotion subdued
Forgotten surely now
For but only mere moments few
A heart now lies broken
That love once imbued
As I find myself lost
In my memories of you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/16/2008 11:24:23 AM | In my memories of you
live love in all the ways
sweeping back through time
through so many yesterdays
the ache of losing you
still whimpers in my heart
as tapestries of history
show their imprinted part.
I remember soldiers taking you
from our wee home that night
I never thought I would survive
when you hung I lost my light.
I remember riding bareback through
the prairies your new wife
and knowing I'd be loving you
all the days of that life.
In ancient times, I don't know where
but by the sea and sand
I loved you full as I could love
you from an unknown land.
Our histories entwine they do
right from the breast of time
and to this day my love is true
I'm yours as you are mine | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/17/2008 6:48:52 AM | I'm yours as you are mine
given in the primitive flesh
graven in the land we till
reflected in our children's grace
when your arms enclose me
I am home
to gaze into your eyes is instant calm
and so we fill each other in this life
we are each other's foil and compliment
in our agreements and our opposites
our union shimmers with the best intent
in this world we have made
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/17/2008 7:05:13 AM | n this world we have made
collective content of images grave
we made the wars and poverty true
but we also made mountains and poetry too
we made sickness and we made hate
and we made gardens and all we create
we are co-creators of this planet earth
we are the thoughts that life has yet to birth. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/17/2008 7:30:40 AM | we are the thoughts
that life has yet to birth
our boundless minds
could touch infinity
students of life
upon this planet earth
until we plainly see
that what we sow
we too shall come to reap
at some point we have caused
the tears we weep
we harm ourselves
when we would hurt another
hasn't every prophet sent revealed
we share a common mother | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/17/2008 7:53:51 AM | we share a common mother
father, sister, brother
we breathe the same atmosphere
as all the creatures do here
Of earth and sky we are made
and to the earth we all fade
Ones losses are one others gains
Same water flows in all our veins
The same sun shines life for us all
The same longing in our hearts call
to honour life in paradise
so lets be kind and all play nice | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/17/2008 9:16:48 AM | so lets be kind and all play nice
in the game of life its a roll of the dice
that made you you and made me me
how I wish we all could see
if some like to sit and some like to dance
its all a matter of happenstance
so let's join hands and feel the tingle
of life's vibration as we all mingle
but then I wake up from my dream
and see the divisions that make me scream
we are so blind and afraid of each other
instead of embracing like sister and brother
writing poetry together from across the seas
is an indication we have the means
a network's installed from here to Saigon
so love your neighbor and pass it on | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 2492 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/17/2008 9:21:34 AM | So love your neighbor and pass it on
Show him he is more than a pawn
Invest in your friends and enjoy their hearts
Give of yourself ; this is where it starts
Carry yourself like you know who you are
Never be drawn into painful things that scar
Laugh at yourself before you laugh at others
Live like we are all just sisters and brothers! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/17/2008 10:07:28 AM | live like we are all just sisters and brothers
break each others toys
and then blame it on the others
talk to you like a punk
'cause I know you'll always be there
and I'll give you a hard time
to show that I care
the love among kin
is an interesting sight
but we'd drop anything and come runnin'
when the other's havin a bad night
(memories of havin 5 siblings..lol) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/17/2008 11:58:11 AM | so true, ash. sibs sure love in odd ways
when the other's having a bad night
does a sibling comfort or start a fight
Is it competition for the breast of Mom
that causes siblings to carry on
long after they've been weened
even worse when they are teens
some carry it into adulthood
refusing to admit brotherhood
but competition is part of life
so long as it doesn't cause too much strife
for when it gets down to life or death
I'd give my brother my last breath | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/17/2008 11:58:29 AM | When the other's having a bad night
Be it from tummy ache or lack of light
Evil monkey in closet or beast under bed
Disturbing the rest of a young sleepy head
Quiet words softly whispered and soothing
Stroked brow and blanket smoothing
Oft times will keep the monsters at bay
Allowing the dreams to take them away
When the other's having a bad night
Just a few gentle words will often make it all right | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/18/2008 2:01:30 PM | I'd give my brother my last breath
a few gentle words to make it alright
when you are scared half to death
palpable foggish,feverish and uptight
logic is illogical
when you know only the sacred and profane
in the grip of fear and pain
amidst the deep ,dark night | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/18/2008 2:23:54 PM | amidst the deep dark night,
the dead stir in their crypts
here in my room,
my brother and I silently sit.
We hear the voices at the door,
and the ones at the window pain.
all awake and praying for naught,
out efforts were in vain. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/18/2008 4:35:25 PM | out efforts were in vain
inside all day due to rain
playing games
is it the same
like a clogged drain
frozen brain
refrain
again
the pain
strains
ingrained thought
brought on from what is not
quickly rots what you've got
left with an empty spot | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/18/2008 9:34:55 PM | left with an empty spot
my brother still fills
my one constant since birth
with his teasing, his intelligence
world knowledge, travel
community service, teaching
his cancer journey until
I learned - he ain't heavy
he's my brother | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/19/2008 4:44:10 AM | he's my brother
and so are the other three
but he's the only one
who looks alot like me
he taught me how to tie my shoes
and how to cuss the neighbor girls
he also taught me to take up for myself
when someone came and tried to fuk up my world
he taught me the difference between a QP and and O
and the rhyme and rhythm to the street
taught me that if I didn't wanna get robbed
then dammit I better eat
he taught me that no matter what you do,
you don't hurt others to get ahead
my oldest brother, a stand-in for my dad
down the path of life, he led
he taught me how to chalk it up as foolish pride
and learn from my mistakes
and how to keep a smile on, and be thankful still
when you're smack dab in the middle of the illest fate
my oldest brother.....i really can't express
the love I feel for thee
I can read you like a book....'cause when I look
at you
I see alot of me | |
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