| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 11:59:52 AM | where the rivers flow
there is no genetic flaw
sextuplets are a miracle
sort of like you and i
and he and she and them too
but especially as all of us
separate yet together
woven here within these lines
and me, well i like my guinness too
or fosters ill admit warm too
others wrinkle their noses
and that's just fine
we are each of us after all
each of our own like and mind
preferring to understand
and play out our own kind
in our own chiral time
ever present in perfection
we each are what we are
with or without personal flaws
we are precisely each of us
in this very moment
exactly where we are meant to be
together upon cyber pages here
yet each on our singular life path | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 12:15:24 PM | and yet each on our singular path
joined by love of this art
this simple wish i do impart
when i grow up
can i be you??? :) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 1:23:50 PM | can i be you??? :)
sayeth he who, is the nature of light
when passing through the endless night
eyed upon wherefore he shon
a bridge from high to low
brilliance bright to his delight
he was the rainbow | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 2:29:50 PM | he was the rainbow
as he drew
a brilliant arc
with stolen pens
my pens, my board
his rainbow moment
escaped and soared
and turned and smiled
mischief dared
expression aired | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2007 4:45:49 PM | expression aired
patience faired
with wild hair on that day
who was to say
you must pay to play
unless without delay
slay that dragon
bring its head in your wagon
flying your flag on the back
its only a stack of cards
that built this house and yard
so close to the casino
you can ride that Palimino
bareback and hard
but take off your boots
and nobody shoots
when we can hear the bard | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/28/2007 5:29:43 AM | When we can hear the bard
speaking of life
bubble bubble toil and strife
it is not so hard
to lift our heads above the mire
to turn the page
find our place on humanity's stage
rekindle the fire | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/28/2007 5:54:39 AM | rekindle the fire
just needed my match
Tinder has been waiting there
for the right flame to catch
rekindle the fire
spark it till it lights
stoke it up to last forever
and keep me warm at nights | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/28/2007 6:39:34 AM | and keep me warm at nights
take good care of my heart
and be gentle, be kind, be true
to my heart
I will do just the same
I will hold you tight and will never let you go
If you say; you are true | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/28/2007 2:08:45 PM | If you say you are true
like the sky is blue
I wonder probably more than I should
the sentiment is fine
though to some its a line
trying to soften some wood
Yes wouldn't a liar talk of truth
swearing on all held sacred in youth
across deceptions desires until you tire
with resolve it can't be that dire
Now deep in my heart I feel for what is
what should be and where to wizz
in a smiling relief within the belief
her indiscretions will only be brief | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/28/2007 2:33:43 PM | her indiscretions will only be brief
as a liar will just do what they do best
some as we learn pass unblinkingly tests
convincingly slithers the snake
taking all that they can without any remorse
everyone all genders ought to take heed
no matter how nice the mare or steed
make clear your intention and needs
to yourself and any others you deem
some will wreak havoc without empathy
and a few certain kinds of that set mind
will do so; we all of us know a few of those sorts
and wow some can be quite convincing
it takes more than just a few strings of words
integrity and passion are not always bedmates
right in this pond even at this sage age
i've found a snake such as that
fortune does not always favor the brave
lucky for me (and he) i walked away
so he can fish more in line for his needs
while the sting admittedly still remains
blaming him or myself won't take away or erase
the fact that words n sometimes actions
are not what at first they may seem
sometimes it even takes months to glean
better i've found now to cling to my own truths
digging them out if i must through the dirt
yeah it can be hard work but so edifying too
to have myself together and not with crazy glue | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/28/2007 6:27:20 PM | to have myself together and not with crazy glue
Can I trust any thing any one says in the next message too
Worse than a tornado you’re an “ill winds that blows”
Scattered my crap all over the map that’s how it goes
Did I enjoy the calm just before the storm
The beginning started out every thing the norm
The moon hid behind a cloud as she began to rant
Can I explain the reason for this evil twist, No I just can’t | |
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Posted: 9/28/2007 6:37:41 PM | No I just can't
Envision evil rant
Illusion choir in a chant
Moonlight hid by obscure plant.
Cool vision of storm cloud
An audio power thunder loud
Lightening's flash brings daylight
Most befitting power bright. | |
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Posted: 9/28/2007 7:16:19 PM | Most befitting power,
Bright lads an lasses
Spewed out of corporal halls
Dismissed on medical passes
Most who think they are moving
Up the pyramid scales
Climbing the backs of the dragons
Who’s cartels hold truth in jails
Making your way to the penthouse
Where breasts are free for the all
For the un nurtured beast of the waters
Poisoned long before the fall
Some of us leave for the taking
And wander to dreamers rock where
We ask creation for clarity
And act upon what we’re aware | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/28/2007 7:29:33 PM | An act upon what we're aware
The Sun The Moon
The unknown out there
Past beyond how continue the line
To insightful loss
of the apparent Divine
Most befitting power bright
Less consorting of darkest knight
Enter o'er hill Yonder...Do see!
Duel of denial
Triumphant lucidity
Balance withstood...Disorder still yearns
Moving nowhere from the origin discerned
TAKE IT!
It's yours...A gift of free will...
TAKE IT!
But remember....It will be Hell.... | |
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Posted: 9/28/2007 7:58:19 PM | But remember ....It will be Hell....
Unless of course you do not dwell
and linger in the finer tooth of devils
Capture innocense and purity
grasp for much more lovely measure
Tackle gremlins...ghosts and devils
Leave them right there where you found em!
Lovely way to think....
Imagine life with out all of that?
Co exist with me....
beneath the sky of pure and free! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/28/2007 8:00:26 PM | Beneath the sky of pure and free
Blues and colours appreciatively
The rain drenched forest pine
Enjoy together glass of wine.
But remember....It will be Hell....
Laugh Out Loud! Remembered well!
Free will is seen in child's embrace
For 'love' is that but not we chase?
Ever elusive and undefined
Man's best 'friend' is dog refined
Desire there of spirit kindred kind
Pretense not to share of mind.
Disorder....chaos...sword drawn
Battling...against battle but won
For sooth..it will not be hell
To sharing of learning stories to tell. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/28/2007 10:51:35 PM | To sharing of learning
Stories to tell
Written in dewdrops
Sprung from life's well
Wandering stardust
Till doubts in life fade
Trusting the universe
Plans best unmade
Allowing the loving
To spring from the heart
Accepting the warmth
Of the passion you start. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/28/2007 11:36:47 PM | Of the passion you start
stop then resume
onward we travel
from dawn to noon
feeling that freedom
together can provide
making a home
where love can abide | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/29/2007 1:28:40 AM | Where love can abide
Hope does reside
Truth and honesty never subside
A delicate balance
Of the moon and the tide
Upon wings of a pheonix
Together we'll ride | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/29/2007 2:00:09 AM | together we'll ride
acceptance foregoing strife
with laughter and smiles
new hope unfolding this past night
with friends such as these
and a lovely moon's glow
surely destiny made more clear
ahead we shall each grow
through paths not yet chosen
heart's tugging and mind's thoughts
are this early morning cohesive
written on wind we're all faniliar
kindred and happy to know | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/29/2007 2:19:27 AM | or kindred and kind to bestow
on those in prisons, locked inside
their hand made walls of stone
knowing our strength and our kind hand
will help them find their promised land | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/29/2007 2:30:09 AM | will help them find their promised land
and in such we find our own as well
for prisons symbolize our own singular hell
we can sit and stew for as long as we must
before we choose to climb out of the dust
and rise we each do as surely as known
our own phoenix arises new and reborn
we have each of us known times of strife
as well as jubilant joy when friends alight
with grace and gratitude and warming inside
each of us take to brilliant soaring new heights | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/29/2007 2:46:46 AM | each of us take to brilliant soaring new heights
to finally see what we never could on our own
alone there is no reflecting mirrors of perspective
nor road signs to give us a saner directive
so please know each day when you rise with the dawn
i became stronger just hearing your song | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/29/2007 3:18:55 AM | i became stronger just hearing your song
but all together we became a resounding choir
singular notes join together form a symphony
in each other together we find and receive clarity
the muse and the prophet the outgoing and meek
the elders and youngsters together we peak
what matters most is inside each of us
feeling and touching, the color of hearts
not the blood pumping through each of us
the good and the bad the acceptance of both
in each other as well as ourselves
singular we are something; together upheld | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/29/2007 4:19:42 AM | singular we are something; together upheld
but still i recoil from your gentle touch
always unworthy, always apart
afraid of rejection and afraid you will see
all the warts and imperfections of me
those without beauty hide in the dark
always aware we fall short of the mark
pitiful wretches who search for another
who'll see our true worth and not only the other
the heir of the goddesses, aphrodite, diana
venus de milo, those girls who are manna
for men to worship and eat their bananas | |
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