| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/22/2008 9:04:26 AM | somewhere lost in translation
there is a nation
that doesn't know, clearly,
where it has been
and is therefore, doomed,
to destruct
from within
again....i say
somewhere lost in translation
there's a country
selling misinformed interpretations
as history
and so the future remains a mystery
even greater than it would have already been
to the people walking around,
scratching there heads...
again
within these walls
there's a people that are fed ignorance
in the form brain food
and only the college bound will know truth
Isn't that rude?
no money = no school
the leaders play us
all for fools
it's a sick circle cycle
a circle jerk of twerps
perp
a traitor
knowledge haters
administering shots of novacaine
for the brain
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/22/2008 9:33:15 AM | for the brain
knows where danger looms
creating desire to protect all that I hold dear
reaching around the corners, bracing myself for the onslaught
as i send all the angels to guard every
moma's baby that fights daily in 115* heat
praying for thier safety as the days wear on
the victims that suffer
soldiers and babies...
not understanding foreign policy
and gun sales
politics a cause to fear
reaching for safety
an inch at a time
not allowing fear to stop any progress
who are we to whine in despair?
(not directed as a cut to ANY of us-heard a small attn getter on radio this am talking about the heat our soldiers are in in Iraq/Afghanistan & all over that way...sending prayers from the family JuJu) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/22/2008 6:41:21 PM | Who are we to whine in despair
Wait stop and remember
As it wasn't so long ago
Some years have passed I know
But to forget I dare you
Was lost many a friend
To that, that should have never been
Was lost many a friend
That kid kicking a ball
To a ghostly friend
Doest take an eagle to see
A quick look around
A kid,
A dad,
A wife,
Many a friend still blue
But to forget I dare you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/22/2008 6:53:41 PM | to forget I dare you
to regret it scares you
with true eye to see
some things should not be
who are we to whine in despair?
standing alone in underwear
vulnerable to all that falls around
hearing the trembling ground
hopes drowned as rockets cry
fireworks playing with cloudy sky
some get high on adrenalin
others can only see the sin
where it begins and where it stops
that axe continues to rise and drop
chopping will that would do well
taking needs you cannot sell
Its hell on earth without a doubt
war cries falling from the spout
faucets sprout from desert lands
reattaching thieving hands
drugs from flowered mountain rock
protected by men without socks
no jockish athlete from the west
imagined poverties daily quest | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/23/2008 12:01:05 AM | Imagine poverty’s daily quest
To live in squander broken mess
Sullied blankets tatter clothes
Chosen, destined only knows
Seeking solace from hollow eyes
Petitioning within the tender cries
Soliciting penance to fill the soul
From passers by with each cajole
This is poverty’s daily quest
To fill the souls of discarded guests
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/23/2008 9:51:38 AM | to fill the souls of discarded guests
I crammed reality
down
their
throat
hey....i tried my best
to leave them a little somethin somethin
to remember me by
so at least they'll sit
check themselves
instead of just cry....and wonder "why?"
for if, by me, you've been disgarded
it's not "why" that's the question
it's more like ....
take a look at your character
but hey...it's only a suggestion
i'm just ash
i ain't the bird
i ain't the gospel
just an insightful terd
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/25/2008 6:24:30 AM | Just an insightful turd............(geez Louise, I'm in deep with this one...... )
Characterized categorically wise
hard to some bowels
PUSH
PUSH'N
GRUNT
AHHHHHHHH
Getting it out
for the whole world web wide
to smell
the sweetness of take'n a sh1t
without restrains
damn what a twist...........lol
of blissfulness
wipe'n the sweat of my brow
just try'n to get it all out
plunger'n through
to a clean bowl, again
sparkle'n waters flow
Intimate of soul cleansed... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/25/2008 6:41:18 AM | intimate of soul cleansed
now not to be high and mighty
but worth the money you spend
and cleans ou the bowl nice and tidy
I worked all nite
so am quite droopy
just enough time
to sqwat and take a p**p eeee | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/25/2008 8:24:38 AM | to sqwat and take a p**p eeee
enough time 4 Microsoft
and msn whatever to make
a fool of me….
Hang on there’s another song
Some woman said I could
….I’d need to be classified
as a stalker…who will set bail?
As I see my raven innocent has left me
I am on my own
Now do your worst to eradicate me
Reduce your nightmare I am here to stay
….a fluffy cat..someone told me…
gossip all you like…I am THE cat
in ancient times I did provide a home
I guess the pyramids eroded me?
Foolish to believe history
Can be re written
I refuse to deny
What can’t be denied; there’s feral!  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/25/2008 4:27:28 PM | What can’t be denied; there’s feral
as they put ya over a barrel
then whip that naked behind
claiming to be of sound mind
the body goes limp so fast
with ripped an torn ass
its like the end of days
yet now with a twisted way
no more playing in the street
no more tracks from muddy feet
no more skipping family chores
no more
no more
no more
the score is fourty love for them
your only hope is in a pen
off to higher authorites
with a fragile please please please
Now they let you out of the stockade
gave you a glass of lemon aid
a two dollar bill and new shoes for your feet
they even gave you a lunch to eat
said don't don't let me see you back again
even if you're standing out in the rain
you better be good like mama said you would
this big house ain't no desirable hood
find a job and buy a car
rap a tune or learn to spar
you need to get real far away
raise and family so there you'll stay
the score is fourty love for them
your only hope is in a pen
off to higher authorites
with a fragile please please please | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/25/2008 8:05:23 PM | with a fragile please please please
but time was short so i stole the bat
and beat him to a pulp
pack some stuff
into a pillow case
and ran away to manhattan
where there was no beauty
nor softness of satin
but begging is for choosers
so bare down and focus and work the street
pick out dude and offer a treat
then take his wallet in the alley
bagdad, beruit, new delhi
i know who the survivors will be
ate out of dumpsters
slept in burned out buildings
create bonds and watch backs
but we die on the streets anyway
at least some do
but some dont
and they are left wondering why
trying to find thier way
to make it all seem worth it | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/27/2008 5:34:54 AM | to make it all seem worth it
enjoy a stranger smile
because that is all part of the bit
as we walk each lonely mile
I have never been so alone
as when surrounded by a crowd
or on hold waiting on the phone
just so you can talk out loud
to some distant friend or foe
yet it can all be worth it
as everyone should know
for if no alone time
how will we ever grow | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/27/2008 5:48:39 AM | How will we ever grow
om I pray in the abyss
of my dreadful soul
I pour the salt
It continues to grow
Don’t you ever want to KNOW
Where the river meets the salt?
I guess no one
Wants to reveal their soul?
Twisted sister…let go
I’m still trying for family
My soul got lost in your words
…there’s tomorrow
rewritten. in my sorrow today begins without invective
I’m beyond cursing
Or cussing
I’d rather hold hands!
Black and White
Makes us Grey
I hear ?mama?
I go to my son
He’s sleeping
In his thoughts are my nightmares
I wish for dreams instead
Get over your own ego dear
This pond is an ocean
I hang on to a life raft
Got a jacket
It is not enough
Sometime I must die
My saving grace
I know you will too
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/27/2008 10:21:45 AM | I know you will too
so I share with you
every action of love that I can...
and hope that it's enough...
or will it ever be?
do we all wander
again
and
again
only to truly be alone
in the beginning and the end
i cannot disguise
that we constantly try to convince ourselves
of otherwise
but the beginning
....and the end....
they're just moments like the rest
to be taken for what they are
and thanked for what they were not
or what they could have been
for they always were
what they should have been | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/27/2008 11:13:55 AM | what they should have been
is what *we* should have been
more honest, more earnest
more real to begin
on this journey of self-discovery
that we prefer to refer to as "dating",
erased from our respective exes
yet they will have been
and we shall have been
more fearful or tearful
or filled full of sin
on this journey of self-recovery
so we deter or defer to our mating
based upon our respective sexes | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/27/2008 11:34:38 AM | Night Whisperers.
I know you will too
hope anyways
always
dreaming in nightmares
I boiled the sea to again taste of the salted earth
for I behold the truth unfounded
and suffer not the dreary malcontent
for I, the keeper of dream and the focused eye
see you
for I
Live in mountains and breath fire
witness the winds and tame the pounding surf
I am the stones by which you place your blistered feet
I am the exhale, and the circle without end
feel me
see me
None can escape the drifting tide
for the sands can melt, and the glass can be shattered
as all demons can be expunged
and be witnessed to their own withering mass
diabolus animus perfero
exsisto semper mortuus
I am the whisper that collapses fate and steals the warmth
born of the fear and set loose upon the night
Burn for me, in silent betrayal and secret torment
for I cut the throat of the hound and bathe mighty in the flowing blood
strength beyond measure
death before dishonor
for such it has always been
and such it will always be.
..T.. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/27/2008 10:48:46 PM | for such it has always been
and such it will always be
the sun rises and the moon sets
the tides sweeps messages across the sands
forever will it flow along
leaving water marks as it writes
the tide moves in
the tide moves out
prophesying the coming sunrise
set upon me the most gentle rains
the warmest touch that is the sky
clouds kiss me with evaporating lips
the wonder of their memory forgotten
sinking ever so slow into the depths
my hair flows around my face
fishes swim out of my mouth
streaks of racing electric blue
arcing silver scales across my eyes
this dream is here
this dream is now
it is the wakening in this vital tread
in pale reality of light is this flow and ebb
the wandering soul understands
whereto the infite path that beckons
when real intentions are hidden
light plays upon the water ever bright
where we must go
where we must flow
disolving everything but fluid insight
darkness cast away by highest dreams
washed away by lunar ebb tides | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/28/2008 12:42:44 AM | washed away by lunar ebb tides
returning to where the heart bides
in the crystal clear of a mornings sigh
in the tender innocence of a child’s smile
in the eagles vision soaring high
in the rain as mother nature cries
in the waters reflection of a rainbow sky
cherishing love till the day I die | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/28/2008 6:28:58 AM | cherishing love till the day I die
the days that I laugh, the nights that I cry
for joy and loss are both equal gifts
that work to write our life's song
the balancing act between joy and pain
is what gives us our beauty and drives us insane
to own what is ours and cease casting blame
is to gain control of one's soul
so throw the lone starfish back in the sea
learn from the blind man how to feel how to see
learn from the butterfly to flutter about free
a dream erupting from its chrysalis | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/28/2008 6:00:21 PM | a dream erupting from its chrysalis
then osmoting in the wind
twists and turns in that crystal mist
keep them hidden in the sin
lost yet not forgotten hope
tossed across a mountain shelf
bossed by someone high on smoke
moss now growing on yourself
like a rolling stone laid-up in rehab
waiting for more blood
after dinner she hailed a cab
avoiding the rub and tug | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/28/2008 7:10:52 PM | avoiding the rub and tug
now ya see me, now ya don't
maybe ya will
bet that i won't
backing up fast
as truth comes out
bygones are past
makes me wanna scream & shout
dayum i'm sick of games
play on playa
moving on out
no shame no blame
think from here on out
i'll fish for trout | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/29/2008 1:51:53 PM | i'll fish for trout
or maybe bass
sick of all this chasin ass
be cool
be hot
be what your not
be there for me on the dock
I'll fish for perch
maybe a catfish too
it all feels the same in the morning dew
be here
be there
be everywhere
be home by five if you care | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/29/2008 5:25:48 PM | be home by five if you care
ready to meet me if you dare
katobe worms off the hook
ummhmmhmm a second look
sitting on the dock
failing to careof hands on the clock
why can't we kick back...a tall glass of tea
dream a little dream of you and me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/29/2008 5:34:33 PM | dream a little dream of you and me
I'll try, but right now I'm wit tha boys
life ain't rainbows and butterfly's
no matter, how hard ya try
I'll do what I do and shit maybe love you too
but that don't mean my goddamn life is through
maybe throw some retard into the volcano
maybe placid dreams are of the insane....
no?
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/29/2008 6:06:24 PM | maybe placid dreams are of the insane....
state of mind releasing inhibitions
mirror image tracking back
into someone else's concept of norm
go play with the boys, baby
net held loose, intent on
traipsin w/ butterflies
dancin in the sand | |
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