| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/19/2008 5:25:18 AM | I see alot of me
in the one I call son
sometimes I wanna be in Tennesse
being a parent isn't always fun
I still think he is stubborn like his mother
but am told of how I was
I would not trade him for another
his face now all peach fuzz
sometimes I wish he had a sister or a brother
to keep him in line
or to teach him good things I can't
I am running out of time
now that I've had my teenage rant
and try to walk a mile in his shoes | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/19/2008 5:36:18 AM | and try to walk a mile in his shoes
this is not the world that we knew
I was safe when I young
at least my mother thought so
But now, the world
is in another state all together
Nature, Nurture it is more then that now
I fear for him this little one, entrusted to my care | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/19/2008 6:18:32 AM | i fear for him this little one, entrusted to my care
yet i did the best i could, it's time they go out there
the world is their's to have and hold, to give to what they can
i'm proud to be their mom all three, such wonderful men and woman...
i taught them all i knew and know i made mistakes
but have reminded again and again we give more than we take
and not to judge but to accept and be gentle in action and thought
thru their eyes i learned so much, much more than i have taught | |
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| This is alittle something for a couple to laugh about
Posted: 6/19/2008 6:36:59 AM | There was this couple that had been married for 20
years. Every time they made love the husband always
insisted on shutting off the light.
Well, after 20 years the wife felt this was ridiculous.
She figured she would break him out of this crazy habit.
So one night, while they were in the middle of a wild,
screaming, romantic session, she turned on the lights.
She looked down. and saw her husband was holding a
battery-operated leisure device... a vibrator! Soft,
wonderful and larger than a real one.
She went completely ballistic. "You impotent
**stard," She screamed at him, "how could you
be lying to me all of these years? You better explain
yourself!"
The husband looks her straight in the eyes and says!
calmly : "I'll explain the toy . . . you
explain the kids."
WOMEN.......sheeeesh! ......but hey, you still love us
;-) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/19/2008 6:44:28 PM | thru their eyes i learned so much
much more than i have taught
and they caught me in such
puzzles about growing up, what ought
to have been done and how until now
they are the adults I aspired to be
they care for me in unearned ways
filled my days with wonder
understanding and joy | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/20/2008 7:27:14 PM | understanding and joy
one an ability,the other a kind of feeling
you can get one from a toy
or perhaps from stealing
but there is no understanding joy
and there is no joy in understanding | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/20/2008 8:16:20 PM | and there is no joy in understanding
nor peace in demanding
the truth we're commanding
be told.
There's no hope in the knowing
nor faith in the showing
of where we are going
so bold.
There's no grace in the walking
nor wisdom in talking
for the fate that we're stalking
was sold.
There's no love in the making
of lives that we're taking
with knowledge we're faking
stone cold. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/20/2008 10:14:58 PM | Stone cold the face of cynicism
That looks you straight in the eyes
A man of the cloth
He wears his greed for riches
Like the sweat on a collar
That has been scrubbed profusely but to no avail
His words coated in clichés for the
Unquestioning, believers
The divining freedom he so often speaks is
Far beyond his grasp
He doesn’t get it
Perhaps never will
This is someone’s brother
An employee of the cross
He faces the shadows
On the ancient wall of caves
Someone please dip his head in holy water
And tell him to wake up
He is sleeping in the rote of widows
Old before his years. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/20/2008 11:10:29 PM | Old before his years…
My solace is walking graveyards
The heartache in life so short
The laughter as she/him is buried beside him/she
I wonder who/if were the lover(s) in between
Hallows in a family tomb
The whispers diminish my time
Until I see the orbs dancing
Reminding me I must leave
Should I be caught?
It’s a crime to wander
Around the dead in this State
Aren’t I lucky to live in western freedom?
…this old woman walks beyond tears  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/20/2008 11:18:20 PM | This old woman walks around in tears
She hasn’t found nirvana
Although it dwells in the eyes of the children
Sunset, sunrise an illusion
Of fanciful capabilities
She sweeps the sky
When night passes over her faceless image
Painted on the blood red rock
How many times must a woman bleed
To fulfill our prophecy. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/20/2008 11:18:43 PM | This old woman walks around in tears
She hasn’t found nirvana
Although it dwells in the eyes of the children
Sunset, sunrise an illusion
Of fanciful capabilities
She sweeps the sky
When night passes over her faceless image
Painted on the blood red rock
How many times must a woman bleed
To fulfill our prophecy. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/20/2008 11:26:00 PM | to fulfill our prophecy
we see what we must see
quietly
guiding, learning
loving
unconditionally
with open eyes and open hearts
simultaneously
crying tears of pain and joy
(a-fantasy...LOVE your moon thread!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/21/2008 1:39:41 AM | crying tears of pain and joy
I listen to amazing grace
endlessly
saving the wretch in me
and I scream for I
Don’t follow your religious traditions
I wail
why do not Protestants and Catholics believe?
Anglicans are right in beliefs
Throw a woman with a bomb in her womb
The Jews are to be believed….
………………………………………………….where does this
leave me?...I
follow no religious traditions
although some of your recipes
are to die for
...Gordon is right in expressing
the true words
**** ME!
A woman who holds fantasies
…thank my Lord for sisters who
Let me die in Autumn
your's or mine
less or more than
24 hours of grace between
all I know is that I am not wrong
Time says it all | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/21/2008 6:47:16 AM | Time says it all
in the folds of now
that ripple across eternity's gateways.
Everyday's synchronicities play out before our unbelieving eyes
we sympathize
with it all.
Beyond all time
waits to unfold
and we are foretold.
our bellies listen
urgent messages that our hearts can't hear
minds trapped in fear
and despair
unaware
that we are also the creators
mediators, understaters
not just the haters
made this glory.
Old testament story
is only a piece of the crime
as time
unfolds the reason
in it's own season.
Wrinkles of the mind
of all human kind
pathways of creation
with no hesitation.
Think.
Therefore you are
and every star
contributes, and retributes
the karmic wheel.
it's the real deal,
universal truth told
let time unfold
in infinite bliss
embracing the cosmic kiss. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/21/2008 7:26:17 AM | embracing the cosmic kiss
my human face turned up
in bliss
like a swooning maiden
in a Klimt painting
fill me with the lust
of knowing
consciousness growing
wistful wish
upon a star
I cast my heart and mind
beyond the sandbar
of the planet earth
I long to know
my inner worth | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/21/2008 8:19:41 AM | ^nice, brizo, ravin
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Inner worth
Sailing to ecstasy
You think of black curtains
Of rumours and angels
Colours and light
You see it all
In a city of value
The one place you long
To rest | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/21/2008 11:34:25 AM | The one place you long to rest
is forever in the innocence of youth
perhaps a flower filled meadow out west
but to be young instead of long in the tooth
wherever in so far you may roam
at home and resting happily
best as best can be, is home | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/21/2008 11:06:57 PM | is home
where the heart resides in peace
and flowers grow in profussion
a place full of laughter
and a revolving door of girls
living the life of a teenager
all adventure and curls
home is where I feel complete
my special rooms each holding a different me
as we draw life closer
meaningful and safe
behind these doors
home is full of music
the guitar strums in an echoing refrain
bringing the seems together
in a cross stitch pattern of harmony. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/21/2008 11:42:02 PM | In a cross stitch pattern of harmony
the threads create a picture
minute x's of time that tell a story
and through that journey
seams of space and time
we share the same dimensions
in similar directions
inside our burning fountains of time | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/22/2008 9:43:43 AM | inside our burning fountains of time
we take our turn upon the stage
the fool, the lover, parent, sage
doctor, lawyer, indian chief
the universe is witness
to our joy and grief
obsessed with self obsession
suffering in our misdirection
our flame
it flutters, flares and glows
flickers, gutters out
witnessed
by the cold light of stars
our prophets
and our wars
the captive audience
fixed within our consciousness
silent sentinels in inconstant space
keeping pace
as we unfold the knowledge
embedded in the human race
to discern our destined place | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/22/2008 1:57:33 PM | to discern our destined place
and take account of our desires
causes one to pray for grace
in the everlasting search for self
accompanied by someone to travel
the paths that we encounter together
with stength of two
but solidarity as one | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/22/2008 4:17:59 PM | But solidarity as one
I believe I could travel to the moon
Star gazing just a little closer
As my heart beats faster
To believe as you
Wondering will you get
Tired of teaching me
in exhaustion
I’ll hear you mutter
even Jesus; had less years on earth
teaching fools
and I’ll smile
loving your philosophical attitude
I know a big word that makes up two or more | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/22/2008 4:25:53 PM | I know a big word that makes up to or more
some carpenters are studs
with plenty of two by fours
some dudes are duds
I always have problems with math
which led to triskadekaphobia
with my plaster and lathe
an alien may wanna probe ya
but I am still scared of thirteen  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/22/2008 5:19:10 PM | but am i still scared of thirteen??
ah naw, not anymore
no longer scared of my shadow
or what the future holds
slowly i am learning
to change the way i see
am believing in the goodness
that is surrounding me
as i take my daily walks
i reflect upon my life
ever so grateful i am for the starlight
(sorry fission for the slight edit...i'm not scared of 13 no mo'!!....~rosie!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/22/2008 5:48:11 PM | ever so grateful i am for the starlight
as the moon crawls into the sky
ever so softly ....
owning the night
faintly kissing my eyes
bidding my passing into dreams
as i fall away from this world
into another
that isn't what it seems | |
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