| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2008 5:38:26 PM | their peace of mind
sing sweetly to the baby
hold on to his tiny hand
Let him know the taste of tomorrow
as we all die off the land
his world will be developed
neither by your hand or mine
keep him safe for tomorrow
as the day he wants to find. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2008 5:47:23 PM | I hope you dont mind me stopin by
As the day he wants to find
That women who can stop time
The one who can bring him sublime
One who can bring reason to this rhyme
That one to make it worth the climb
The one to make his heart chime
Is it to much to ask, is it a crime | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2008 6:29:07 PM | Is it to much to ask, is it a crime
yeah man...
to go without love?
only doing time?
to not taste the rythm
to feel the magic of rhyme
letting go of fears & old habits
relearn, restart, come alive | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2008 7:15:28 PM | relearn,
restart,
come alive
breath a smile
all the while
noticing an
added spring in your step
and others do too
in the words of George Strait:
"love looks so good on you" | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2008 7:21:24 PM | love looks so good on you...
so true
that little glow
twinkle in the eye
the softest sigh
heart skips a beat
every time you meet
being in his arms
with all of his charms
feeling safe and warm | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2008 8:14:07 PM | feeling safe and warm
no more strafe or harm
only love songs
filling you head
the last thing before bed
dreaming passionately
waking with a euphoric high
wanting only to
decrease the miles
closer to your smile | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2008 8:21:48 PM | | Closer to your smile is never close enough. I want to lay with you in a tiny bed. To not waste a single inch. I want to be wrapped tight, curved around the curves of you. Buried in the scent of you. Breathing in your warmth. Generating heat. Laughing, full-bodied, until the sun wakes up and then kisses the earth goodnight again. I want to be with you so completely that even when I'm not there...I am with you just the same. Wrapped up tight. Laughing in your ear. Holding your hand. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2008 8:58:45 PM | laughing in your ear..holding your hand
knowing that you will understand
even without saying a word
i know that i will always be heard
we sit in silence and say so much
so much is said with a single touch | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2008 9:01:20 PM | Laughing in your ear. Holding your hand.
Giggling in your pancreas. Holding your leaky liver in my blood stained paws.
I love all the parts of you -- viscera, effluvia -- all.
You're no stiff, muffy my dear,
In this slowly unfolding autopsy
We call life.
Hi Rosie! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2008 9:06:04 PM | we call life
and get an answering machine
'cause life is fairly busy
somewhere in between
the coffee
and the sunshine
and the tiptoes
in the sand
put down the phone
and lets go roam
here...won't you take my hand?
(i second that Hey Rose!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2008 9:13:46 PM | here...won't you take my hand?
I've got three, and only need two.
The kids used to tease me at school,
So I'd hold both their hands
And slap them anyway. Pfffft.
Some people can't count. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2008 9:13:55 PM | sorry im slow......and clumsy on this thing...kinda like a gorilla in a glass shop!
here...wont you take my hand?
only if its attached to you heart
and can pull me across this distance of land
closer to my home
there inside your soul
WOW
a perfect fit, even whole | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2008 9:14:55 PM | Some people can't count...and others can't be counted on.
You had such a way with words that night;hypnotizing me with your kisses...skillfully pulling lines...saying all the things you thought i'd like to hear. All the things you thought would serve your purpose.
I fought it. I took your words and watered them down heavy before lapping them up...a parched little sweatered dog on that scorching summer's night. So thirsty for it that even those diluted protestations soon filled me up and made me fall into you. Hard.
Upperhand lost. The look in your eye that ran off with my heart, leaving bubbles in its place- gone.
Speak to me again as you did then. I want to believe you. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2008 9:38:14 PM | Speak to me again as you did then. I want to believe you.
Pretty words often lie, dear. We ALL know that, yet here
Do little more than put blush and mascara on the corpse
And fancy ourselves poets, healers,
Rise from the dead! But,
True poetry is about the whole truth.
The agony as well as the ecstasy.
Loss along with redemption.
Smegma together with rainbows.
It is a mirror, and not some glossy, feel good,
Carefully airbrushed, neatly rhymed,
Made for TV lie. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2008 9:53:16 PM | [A] Carefully airbrushed, neatly rhymed, made for TV lie. That's me.
But, in your eyes I see the me you see..in me. The balance of light and dark. The me I want to be.
The me without pretense. If I were to live without second guessing or settling.
If I were to live a life that was wholly me and devoid of influence- I would be a mirage. I would be a hollogram. I would be the most significant nothing that has ever existed.
Without ground and without tether…I am as changeable as any black hole or empty space. My path is as garbled as any other mush-mouthed thing. My life is a hodgepodge. A blueplate special with a few random and extraordinary spices to stir my insides. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2008 8:33:07 AM | A blueplate special with a few random and extraordinary spices to stir my insides.
Randomness is the key to any good recipe.
Splashing food on the walls to appease the food gods also helps
As does cranking funk and dancing maniacally
Timeless wisdom and poetry games can keep restless souls from going insane
untill we square off with the panoptic
for seeing the whole is a source of humility
we are just pebbles hitting the water.
the ripples are our measure radiating outwards as we sink to the bottom
to lay with others in the forgotten muck
the painful black bottom ooze fires my soul
influence is about the future | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2008 6:36:39 PM | influence is about the future
and the future is someone we have not yet met
there are no crystal balls or a sure bet
but I bet upon further inspection there is a connection
between the people we meet and that place we seek
laws of attraction and how we interpret
the secret, and if we can keep our composure
influence is about the future | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2008 7:25:54 PM | influence is about the future
the call to the next step
fire dormant deep inside
looking for a hearth to bide
laid to rest in warmth
while embers tickle the sky
another log joins the pyre
the flicker turns to flame
while the wisps blaze higher
burning torch of love shared
in vistas light a brilliant flare | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2008 9:08:30 PM | in vistas light a brilliant flare
feeling lighter than the air
floating away upon sweet dreams
to a world of rainbows and moonbeams
ah, the secret of happiness, the secret of love
is something i heard sung from above
with open hearts and open eyes...
'excuse me, while i kiss the sky '
(thanx jimi!!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2008 10:09:00 PM | excuse me, while i kiss the sky
so overcome am i in the blueness of you
and upon your clouds the angels lie
in sweetest light and brightest hue
that glimmer of illumination
a beacon showing what best to do
guides the soul to its best destination
promises more than i ever could
in my finite mind and limitations | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2008 11:16:21 PM | LOVE that pic of you, Trop :)
in my finite mind and limitations
feelings were locked out completely
error shown from sneaking sensation
stepping silently into the dusty corner of
my heart as locks were cracked, thrown to the wind
laughter, warmth, elusive feeling of happiness flooding my soul | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/21/2008 12:25:44 PM | laughter,warmth,elusive feeling of happiness flooding my soul
meat on the table
food in a bowl
sending out this cable
mmmmm today I got nothing | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/21/2008 12:42:11 PM | mmm today i got nothing
yesterday i had everything
and the day before that
i didn't know the difference between the two
blessed
i confess | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/21/2008 1:27:31 PM | I confess, I am glad...
To find a few words,
Before someone posts anew,
Collective wisdon I eschew,
No stampeding herds,
I tried to... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/21/2008 1:38:56 PM | I tried to......
understand
find the words to explain
the laughter I see in your eyes
reading everything
into nothing
nothing into all
somewhere lost in translation | |
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