| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/26/2007 4:00:53 AM | I will want to surrender my soul and mind
To win the love I desire
I can't love in halves, quarters
I give all of me, waving a white flag
I dream of touch, kisses meant only for me
burning fire on my soft lips
entwining my body into his
losing my soul in his eyes
I fall into the moment
my passion overtaking my senses
drifting, drowning in moments
that burn into my psyche
So lucky is the one who will love me
I give my inner self to him
there is only ever one I see
and to him I am transparent
sharing my ocean with him alone.... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/26/2007 4:05:49 AM | ooops sorry left it to long, will patch up
sharing my ocean withhim alone..
is like a dream in stormy waters
disorder rushes through me
When I see his gentle pious face
To win the love I desire
There is a need for purity
Evil for love is evil for life
I can't understand when
Some girls look so far
Some girls look through east
To get a love, a love for funds
No matter the age no matter the kin
As long as they can be the riche
Without the ease right at the end
And break the hearts of the next of kin
They are the girls, I’ll never be
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/26/2007 5:51:22 AM | lovely writes but they followed msg 291
so ... I have to patch back to message 290 ...
so that's what's better can hold sway
they are the girls, I'll never be able to play with
standing aloof in those sandy bays
dressed by vogue in a cover day wiff
drool won't help us find a way to those hearts
cat calls or sour grapes don't even start to
like as if some poor boy with slicked back parts
could influence any time or thing those tarts do
I guess all to be is that fool on a hill
swallowing a jagged bitter life pill
take a few swigs from the reality still
smile for the revelations that bikinis will | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/26/2007 6:22:00 AM | smile for the revelations that bikinis will
I hope the bikinis fall off, I am just being real
how I would like to see that happen
get my groove on pimpin and mac'n
I wish to go to a sunny hott beach
watch the girls get jiggy with it, and allow me to teach
to teach them erotica and so much in passion
I can bring back old school love to modern day fashion | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/26/2007 7:06:02 AM | I can bring back old school love to modern day fashion
until the bikini falls off and you find a new modern fashion
an extra bit that you never imagined as part the girlie possession
I just wonder whether you still teach them the erotica and passion? 
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/26/2007 8:10:16 AM | I just wonder whether you still teach them the erotica and passion?
But it doesn’t matter how you would answer my question
I can wait as long as it takes
till the right season arrives
All flowers will be blossom
And I will stand under the clear sky
Record those moments when spring surprises us all
When summer rains fall
When autumn leaves drop
And when the winter finally comes with snow
Everyone dances and sings and exchanges Christmas presents
In my dictionary
I might make mistakes sometimes
But I don’t believe failure
My heart is always hot with desire
My life is always motivated with positive illusion
With lots of hope and devotion
So if we meet up one day
And we shall fall in love
Then we might get married
And we shall have children
Will you teach them how to play footballs
Or will you teach them how to draw a future
I will leave it up to you
To educate them with love and passion
Light up the expectation
I walk a very long way
Till I reach this edge of the earth
I start to see a little bit of the light
From your eyes and smiles
Today if I can make a wish
I wish you can be mine
So we can carry our conversation all the way
To connect our soul and mind with admiration
But we only have just met
We have not yet deeply fallen in love
So we want to be cautious in our conversations
To protect our wounded hearts
Before we throw away any strong affection
To pretend we are not desperate
In case if things doesn’t go to the right direction
So we haven’t yet planed for a future together so far
There is not yet a chance to plan for having children
And I wonder whether you will still know the answer
If I ever have chance to ask you that question | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/26/2007 4:14:52 PM | If I ever have chance to ask you that question
If I ever have the chance to share
I’d ask you if it was worth the pain
And the agony that was there
Knowing full well he would leave you
In such bitter agony and pain
Why did you still choose to love him
When you knew that he could not remain
What kind of faith did you hold there
And how did your sanity stay
Watching the soldiers come for him
As brothers one by one turned away
How did you stand all his suffering
How did you survive those three days
I’d ask how you held hope and knowing
And ask you to teach me those ways. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/26/2007 4:49:22 PM | oops computer crash no idea how this one happened.  let me see what I can do now. silly me 
And ask you to teach me those ways
if I were a greedy soul like you
If I ever have chance to ask you that question
I will ask you, do believe in love at all?
Do you have a heart or conscience at all?
Do you capture the man for heart? Or asset alone
Looking at you just make me think
Reading your words just makes me think
Do you believe your greed can kill ?
Do you only think of you and no one else?
So my advice to you is this;
Live your life not for greed alone
Live your life and find your own true kind | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/26/2007 7:28:22 PM | live your life and find your own true kind
fit in and revel in peace of mind
dont twist your body to fit their mold
there is no comfort there im told
find your place in life and truth
celebrate your innocence in youth
too many cookie cutters twice your size
would try to catch you by surprise
and force a fold in your timeline
soon your watching your life from the sideline
so dont conform cut your own pass
through the jungle in the looking glass
no matter what always be you
to the tune of your heart strings stay true | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 2:36:58 AM | to the tune of your heart strings stay true
So I turned on the radio listening to the news
Yeah real time on the radio
Remember those days?
Okay am not that old
Although some thoughts
Are treasured memoirs
How I adored hearing his deep voice
Telling me - more than three drinks a day
Reduces a woman’s risk of breast cancer…
.........let me nagggggggg
I heard it on the radio
It should have come with a warning
My limit is two drinks and now
It’s too far to walk on my own
Help me to bed darling? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 4:56:19 AM | Help me to bed darling?
now you put me on a spot
what a risky thing to ask
I think I shall crawl to bed
rather than asking for that kind of help
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 5:07:48 AM | rather than asking for that kind of help
no wonder we take shots of whisky instead
The tents become blurred
Get out this is my swag
and you built that darn campfire
hell just put on the akubra
no worries borrow me dryazabone
Just pass over the bottle
I woke up crawling to the tent
Ya gotta be an aussie to understand | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 5:57:30 AM | Ya gotta be an aussie
to understand
the love for vegemite
the first taste
of the jar of paste
and many make
the awful face
but then the glow
of vitamin B
sings through the veins
and you smile the zesty
aussie smile
and butter another
toast for a trial
hooked to endorphins
you come to crave
a little brown jar
of beer barrel save
another odd addition
from the land down under
koalas, wallabys, playtypusses (sp?)
kangaroos
the continent fills me
with a sense of wonder
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 6:22:21 AM | With a sense of wonder
one ponders the mind
found down under
retentive, inventive
to find
giving thought legs
when asked what to do with beer dregs
put the noxious stuff in a jar
then, near and far
feed it to the children, no critiques -
sing about their rosy cheeks | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 6:25:38 AM | Ha ha too late...edit
sing about their rosy cheeks
with pubsongs never sung with geeks
it's aussie music all the way
getting ready to come and play
with a sense of wonder and trepidation
I behold that continent nation
spiders and snakes so put on your blunds
when walking the grasslands or your life may be dones ....(bad, sorry)
Up to Ularu where magicl plays host
In the land of enchantment this place has the most
Oceans for swimming and mountains to ski
I hear the best waterfalls wait there for me
Deserts and drylands and tropical treats
Party hardy people who know no defeats
kangaroo cowboys and sheilahs with spunk
go out with an aussie you'll come home quite drunk | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 7:21:40 AM | go out with an aussie you'll come home quite drunk
we know how to make sense out of life
pass me another beer dear
wrong esky you know I like the green ones
and Sheila screams fosters I wish you would
drown in ice taking a warm one instead
you know you can't breed the convict out of her | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 7:37:24 AM | you know you can't breed the convict out of her
but you can slap a new hat on her head
and crown her queen of Queensland
her sceptor? Irish Soda Bread..... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 7:49:44 AM | her sceptor? Irish Soda Bread
I crown thee wrong
see it’s Victoria’s crown
and yes me Irish lass
you reminded me how much I luv warm beer
and my friends think I am a freak
I’m fortunate to have found a twin | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 8:32:20 AM | well i just took a stab
thinking you a Queenslander
but now that you've told me
Victorias certainly grander!!!!!
I KNOW, aren't they crazy???
icing up that dark brew?
i provide my own bottles now
frozen Guinness i'll eschew | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 8:57:56 AM | I'll provide my own bottles now
frozen Guninness I'll eschew
Beacuse I am a QUEENSLANDER!!!!!
Go King Wally and the little prince
The toads they are a marching
we are crazy as cut snakes
drink xxxx like fish and
mad as hatters...it's the heat
But we are proud of our humidity
the tropical rain and forests
the Ulesses blue butterfly
and Steve E, Crikey!!!!!
Give us the Crocs, Cowboys, Broncos and Taipans
The new blokes, the Titans
they will all fight with the heart of the North
the South, East and West
The distances between us are far
but we all have the outback heart
the red dirt of the Isa
and the salt of the sea...... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 9:38:30 AM | veterans of foreign wars
we beer I belong to Ozzie land
you see am just in a state of drunkenness
Me mates I never forgot
I still bake the ANZAC biscuits
for I know me place without eggs
we’ve got salt lakes
we preserved memories in trees
travel a mile along the gates of remembrance
we added poppy seeds
me man knows best
it was only recent he asked you foreigners
wanna climb aboard
well fuck you
Sheila told me
ya aint allowed on her breast
find another port for she’s not ya sort | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 10:30:12 AM | sorry ladies but again .... the slip back to this missed line.
hope you don't mind the interuption of your chat
but congruity is where its at.
I’m fortunate to have found a twin
matched inside of sin
with bends and turns
matching urning
learns to be akin to where it all begins
lost in a bind that's easy to find
with such alike minds
the tines do their job
we unwind and hob knob
say hi to Bob
then as he gobs
off to another time
where these rhymes lose the slime
so often robbed for the brass
by a lazy no class ass
so crass when the gas gets expensive
those wheels become repessive
freedom feels circumstantial
as the twins go on their way. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 10:41:21 AM | as the twins go on their way
it’s only one man who becomes pedantic
no cruel world in his word
pity we see triplets
and the mother sighs
I never wanted quads
but I will bear
for man made it so
skip a few
I belong to sextuplets now | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 11:43:01 AM | i belong to sextupletss now
i laugh uproariously!!!!
and wonder at that genetic flaw
that claims right to chastise
where the rivers flow | |
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