| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/8/2008 12:55:51 PM | how did we get unwise?
the cart is put before
the horse
we labor as a matter
of course
but we no longer hunt
we no longer grow
isolated from heat and cold
unaware of the tides
we mock our circadian rhythms
and work from sundown
to sunrise
alone we sit
with more space than we need
stockpiling our eggs and our seed
some progress
indeed | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/8/2008 1:38:59 PM | Lol! I was thinking the EXACT same thing. Yes awesome Brizo! 
indeed
is the desire of wanting all that you want
riddled in fear ?
sometimes doubting your own significance
in the hope that others will reassure you?
no doubt, the physical comes easy,
especially if on the eyes one is easy
but is there struggle, and are you afraid to admit
your need to burrow deep into the neck of another?
press your nose and lips against their skin
hide your face and expose your heart
to feelings of needing love
wearing on your sleeve your need
for dependence and vulnerability
often wanting nothing more than
simple comfort but you cannot speak
because
truth is an uncomfortable partner
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/8/2008 2:24:20 PM | heh...heh.... :)
Truth is an uncomfortable partner
but it grows on you
and soon enough
anything but truth
is tough
to swallow
or digest...
hard to smile as you ingest
the lies that are fed
by yourself, or others,
to a soul that slowly dies
from starvation
of validation | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/8/2008 3:51:37 PM | of validation
a smudge of ink
like some physican's perscription
lost out of state
we make our way with cautious awareness
lifting that load of doubt
right or wrong
the door is open
a seat becomes available
you may pass | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/11/2008 3:40:14 AM | you may pass
comment without thinking
cause offence
without blinking
you may miss
the most important thing
absent-mindedly
forgetting
you may sleep
and dream the night away
convince yourself
life exists only in the day
you can ignore
one thousand million things
but be awake
when your heart sings | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/11/2008 5:32:30 AM | when your heart sings
there's a weeping mind
tugging at the strings
because the world is so unkind
why hunger? why disease?
when your heart sings
will it put your mind at ease? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/11/2008 5:42:19 AM | will it put your mind at ease
when things go bump in the night
will your emotions freeze
when they hold you and make it seem alright
when the warm embrace turns binding
they cannot set you free
and then you'll be a finding
they will not let you be
It's a scary feeling
to be blocked at every turn
it leaves your senses reeling
and emotional scars that burn
but it's how it is with abuse
what at first seems so innocent
is quite a clever ruse
when the chiding seems like fun
it will escalate, into hate
what you had better do is run  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/11/2008 6:11:39 AM | what you had better do
is run
in over your head
not much fun
run home
run away
get going
yesterday
and you had better hide
as well
live to see another day
with a tale to tell | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/11/2008 6:20:25 AM | with a tale to tell
of imaginary friends
hold'n hands
play'n in your own minds fairyland
"ring around the rosie"
or "duck duck goose"
try'n to dodge the ball
come'n your way
Come on with me
I'll play
and with guaranty a specially made Warrenty!!!!
We'll have some fun
But, I'll warn ya I don't play fair
I'll pull down your underwear and run!!!!
I'm thrown'n the ball.... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/12/2008 5:24:41 PM | I'm thrown'n the ball
for this used to be front page
now seem to have gone all
as if first and last is not the rage
I think that I hope never to see that first and last be consigned to page three
and even more heaven crashes if it get shifted to page four  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/13/2008 7:25:32 AM | and even more heaven crashes if it get shifted to page four
replaced by hip hop rashes or disguarded thoughts on the floor
the last was first one other time
so fast the thirst for other lines
feels like crime to old faithful friends
while yours and mine falls to the end | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/13/2008 7:56:00 AM | while yours and mine falls to the end
there's been times
when the last line's been
too odd to bend
one might look and try
and after some struggle
shrug and say
why
so this venerable forum
lands on page three or four
till some one comes on
and re-opens the floor
then a flood of posts
from various hosts
and the campfire thread
is raised from the dead
to sharpen our creativity
and provide a bit of levity
we'll never let this fade away
a meeting place for us to play
over four hundred pages of history
and mental mystery | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/13/2008 8:37:43 AM | and mental mystery
the reason that we labor to peep
back into these places
where what is sown in words
creatively our minds might reap
new thoughts and feelings emerging
from seeds deeply planted
sewn and watered by others
until we view them
and feel ourselves enchanted
and so we write,
and sometimes dance and sing
calling to others
beckoning their words
which they too might bring.
the pages are flipped
and again return
for the words
in our hearts
will always burn. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/13/2008 9:16:33 AM | will always burn
the quest for knowledge
of how to return
the solemn pledge
the promises we made and broke
the dreams we had
the fires we did stoke
for the good and the bad
once again
our way we find
and have to leave the past behind | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/13/2008 9:19:04 AM | will always burn
the light inside
a lamp a torch
desires fire
forever bright
into the night
a flicker of love
a wick of romance
the candles lit
in a heart of wax | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/13/2008 11:33:45 AM | A heart of wax
Since melting it won’t make you mine
Leave it upon the mantel
Not as a trophy but a reminder
That love isn’t bought at the five and dime
It’s cultivated like a rare flower
That blooms under the moonlight
Of desires
And vines of wisdom
It sings in your heart
Not as a visitor
It dwells to inspire | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/13/2008 9:06:40 PM | It dwells to inspire
how the deities paint
a picture of delicate
strength
beautiful
shades of new
belief fitting my soul
outlook bright yellows shining | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/13/2008 11:01:38 PM | outlook bright yellows shining
gathered from sun's dawning
stroked across a new canvas
background middleground
foreground in shades and tones
ready for the new day | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/14/2008 8:19:59 AM | Ready for the New Day
Dawn'n of lights shadows play'd
Adorn'd of the bars
Bar-none, hands down
Greatest of life's fun can be found
Look'n within and listen'n to the your soul's sound
I know I'm rhyme'n again.....lol
She start'd it or did He??
Turn'n around about, face'd
of internal struggle's
externally show'n
how the past disappointments
can only be claim'd by you!!
Urealistic expectations
will surely bring
reality's frustrations
Be You
that One
You
See
Not at all who, Him, her, them over there, Your Momma, Dadd'a, children,
significant other, husband, wife, girlfriend.........................
Yup, I could go into infinite scenarios......lol
Go ahead look into the mirror'd fate of truth
Digest the reflection
then spit it out
If ya need some pepto, to help, take it.........it coats
I am here for Me
Grow'n an extra line of hope... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/14/2008 8:46:03 AM | (so ya know my "southern speakin' " self had to grab THAT last line, right?...lol....well said, though, Hammy)
Grow'n an extra line of hope
outta nowhere
headin' somewhere
not sure how
but I don't care
because it'll be alright
and the new dawn
is in sight
and with the yellows and blues
and all sorts of hues
we paint a most beautiful sunset
and we'll drive off into it
I bet | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/14/2008 10:22:42 PM | I bet and yet the truffles
still are lying hidden
hunting pig may quietly jig
to never do whats bidden
Still I hesitate........TOO late
no truffles shall I eat
yet I shall be complete; replete
on slabs of porcine meat
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/15/2008 1:26:28 AM | on slabs of porcine meat
dancing, we heap hot mustard
while inches away the ungodly heat
burns fat from flesh ,then
flesh from bone, then
bone from bone itself.
cosuming, consuming,
consuming ALL in unmerciful fire,
then finally consuming itself.
dark night hanging
over a heavy stillness,
the burnt acrid air of regret.
what mad blood lust,
what pagan nightmare,
what pile of Incan skulls,
blood still dripping, can this be?
whose angry god, and angrier followers,
must we fear?
none and no one's, my friend.
for this was simply
an early 21st century suburban barbecue,
it's grill untended, gone horribly wrong. | |
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