| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/27/2008 7:56:30 AM | and lay you softly down
in the Midst of this beautiful summer's day
curled up together
a nap on the bank
as the lullaby of river and wind continues to play
a feather soft kiss behind my ear
as the whisper of "I love you" brings nothing short of bliss
down by the river, just me and my baby....
I live for days such as this
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/27/2008 4:43:52 PM | I live for days such as this
but the night harder to resist
tired and in need of rest
it beckons me with black velvet whispers
that purr I will not betray
come out if not for an hour,perhaps but a moment
a light in the distance promises hearth and home
but the dark wraps around like a silk cloak
into the night,out in the night ,I roam | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/27/2008 7:18:14 PM | into the night,out in the night, I roam
racing from my demons
seeking his arms
my heart so far from it's home
safety calling shelter looms
resonating thunder
chasing lightning slashes jagged
across the sky...entombed | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/27/2008 8:22:21 PM | across the sky…entombed
the silence beckons my hands
they reach up in attempt to touch
that cloudy coffin of night
that closets your soul
I will unlock it…break it open
tear apart and shatter your wall
watch it come down in bits and pieces
to fall upon me in electric liquid
then I will travel up the straits of Anián
until I reach your blue islands | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/27/2008 11:06:25 PM | until I reach your blue islands
gentle waters will stir
guiding me onward
through the fog of night
carrying me to that elusive place
and kissing me with
only a dewdrop of hope
Yet beckoning me to your oasis
for only the truest of hearts | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/28/2008 9:10:25 PM | for only the truest of hearts
exits through fire
with a crack of thunder
and a sizzling flash
with a smile she passes
without looking back | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 11:40:15 AM | with a smile she passes without looking back
i sit in the grasses packing my sack
wondering what it was that i lacked
perhaps Im was just too open
call me a rebel for saying what is
or maybe an anarchist for minding my biz
or maybe a drunk for drinking beer with no fizz
hell, we're all sucking air and just coping
Maybe tomorrow will bring us new hope
or perhaps a new drug that will help us to cope
and if I bend over to pick up the soap
You had better not start groping | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 11:51:11 AM | You had better not start groping
what and tarnish my hope
how bout some body soaping
and haven’t you heard of soap on a rope
don’t get yourself all in a dither
your in a place of hey come hither
I’m sure you’ve been groped before
your old enough to know the score | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 12:02:04 PM | and lay you softly down
teasing me
feather light and laughing
until I can resist no more
Then I gladly join
arm and legs
do now entwine
taste the fruit of passion born | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 12:09:20 PM | your old enough to know the score
how everyone wants more
and more
sit lonely
wrapped in disillusionment
is that the rent
to be paid for wisdom
the keys to the kingdom
rattle useless in your hands
the hourglass sands
of innocence are running out
cradle your heart
to catch escaping wonder
and fold the edges thus
to hold the joy of life
that bitterness would sunder | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 4:51:45 PM | that bitterness would sunder
how come i always wonder
why do we always blunder
why am i always wrong
why is the world so damn sarcastic
how did life become so damn plastic
what the hell happened to captain fantastic
did he sell us just a song
so lets hook up and get outta here
before we look and buy into fear
cuz we're odd dont make us queer
I've got to leave to belong? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 4:57:09 PM | I've got to leave to belong
packed our belongings
headed for the city
where we are known...no more
faces blend together
no one really seems to care
our life is something we build together
the three of us stronger than ever before | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 5:11:18 PM | The three of us stronger than before
It happens with change
The disparity only a chameleon
In the spinning light
It makes you wonder how
A little girl becomes a woman
In a man’s world
All that we were taught was wrong
The things we learn to do on our own
Have their worth
In our pruning
And in our growth. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 5:20:20 PM | the three of us stronger than ever before
the less we have the strionger's the core
get in my way and you'll hear me roar
but i will shut up if i have to
we clutch to each other and gaze at the sky
we laugh at each other, shrug, and ask why
If i wasnt laughing, i surely would cry
i will not buy in to a half cue. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 5:28:07 PM | If I wasn’t laughing, I surely would cry
I will not buy in to a half cue
When the whole is closer to reach
As I sat in the rafters of a New York Yankee night
Animals taunting each other in a coliseum
Roman holiday at Shay Stadium
Cops in full gear, helmets and guns
Beer flowing from fountains of US dollars
Planes flying close over head
You could almost touch them
As the speed of the fly balls
Were faster than cars on the highways
And I was surely happy to leave it all behind
And return to trees and laughter
Gentle people who see the whole picture. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 5:47:43 PM | gentle people who see the whole picture
far from the life I lead
now on my wind swept hill
I can only remember
The sounds of New York
Strident Voices, cacophony's birthing room
The smell of stale beer and cigarette's
dark alleys of the mind
and the the lone voice of a saxophone
drifting high above the subway throng
the colors of a Soho gallery
Keith Herring shining bright
I could abide so peacefully here
If I had not tasted sharper life
The wind and the sea now sing for me
replacing New York Electric Blue Light | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 5:56:42 PM | The wind and the sea now sing for me
Replacing New York Electric Blue Light
It’s the youth inside that feels the city
Stopping to listen to the guy on the subway platform
Singing the blues
To the pulse of a generation lost
Round and round Washington Square
Fountains of effervescent bubbles of energy
Glow bugs taking over the neon signs
It smelled alive!
People were awake and breathing
Water bottle in hand and knapsacks slung over one shoulder
Camera’s catching the essence of life
Everything touching the sky. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 7:14:42 PM | Everything touching the sky
murmured in lost lullabys
of what once was; or may have been
alas such futures seldom seen
so on cracking ice displayed
watch the children slip away
entering their world of dreams
echoing the dying screams
as muggers hover in delight
dark hyenas of the night
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 7:24:42 PM | dark hyenas of the night
keep your eyes on their eyes
lest they bite
and you, my dear, become a hyena too
so that as they laugh
it is not at you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 8:10:47 PM | it is not at you
the closeminded type
are the ones that leave
me to wonder
why they stopped living
whern did thier joy wash out
picking up my backpack
slinging it on my back..another step | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 8:18:54 PM | slinging it on my back
another step......
past the lockers and jocks
kept walking to the rocks
looked down
thought for a sec
when it occured to me
that i DESERVE respect
so i picked up a rock
to remind me later
of that fateful moment
when I stopped agreeing to hate her | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 8:48:59 PM | of that fateful moment
when I stopped agreeing to hate her
why waste time on hate, dissention
when you could be basking in attention
the stories you can tell
going off like the midnight bell
in the tower of your dreams and
a calling in your mind
will free the revulsion into living mime
there are other more loftier words
sailing through the mind
on the road to heaven
so put something positive in your bowl
smoke benevolence from your soul
the distinction of being a nerd
is utterly absurd
happiness grows inside
emotions will subside
the meaning will coincide
with the reason this poem is astride
with my distaste of rhyming. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2008 9:02:37 PM | with my distaste for rhyming
i found a rhythm
a beat
headphones on
head bobbing song
oops....i rhymed again
and found myself within
the music
of the feet
on the street
and the words that went unheard
'cept for me
i'm an observant terd
not to be confused with nerd :)
(killer write Autumn  ) | |
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