| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/29/2007 7:04:34 AM | to worship and eat their bananas
to sit quietly in monkey suits
and still their monkey minds
no monkeying about with questions
on how bananas the all are
quiet acceptance is required
go sit under golden arches
so much shinier than trees
see and hear and speak no evil
but pretend all is well
and don't litter their neat world
with banana peel questions | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2007 7:14:04 AM | With banana peel questions
expect orange quarter answers
offered in raspberry tones
by lettuce leaf chancers
punctuated with apple pips
hard to endure
but if you don't listen
you'll never be sure | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2007 7:44:33 AM | ^^^^^^^^^
I couldn't figure anything out last night, and now I'm glad....what an excellent job, hortense!
you'll never be sure
of life's direction
fortune changes
with every fork
in the road
and every branch
not taken
mirror destination?
delicious mystery
but the choosing
shapes the soul | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2007 7:57:55 AM | shapes the soul
in spirits across oceans
even living ones
I don’t wonder
I know am blessed
I don’t need answers
The gifts are not worth
knowing the price | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2007 8:32:57 AM | knowing the price
of love is love...to quote Wooby here
knowing I will pay that price
be it so dear
as to break my heart completely....still
I will.
No lay away plan
not for this woman,
no "pay no interest until".....
This love takes full interest, and will
return it
full commitment
full heart
Off to a good start. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2007 10:45:56 AM | Off to a good start
When he realizes
You are the sweetest in the lolly shop
He’s wandered around,
without knowing you know
and he will pay the price,
cause…
You’ve got him on camera
Now the proof is if he tastes
As good as breakfast
Skipping lunch in adult’s play
You will consider cooking dinner
On the vow
One week on
The next week he will hear
Sweet words without honey
It’s only fair I cooked last week
It’s your pleasure this week
I then will keep you forever
As my loving muse | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/1/2007 4:30:40 AM | The strength to be
A long way to head towards where we desire
I wish to fly away with you
A future that we can foresee
The strength to be
Every little step that we take today
I wish to see your smiles every day of my life
A dream that I always long to be fulfil
The strength to be
A man as deep as sea
I feel the wave and the pace in my heart
I lost myself within completely
When I thought I have lost you
Turn around I found you there standing next to me
Tell me show me take me
The path to your heart and the love that I seek | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2007 2:04:18 AM | The path to your heart and the love that I seek
now I am strong, where once I was weak
demonised by your eyes
your lies
the truth lingers on
I know love when I see it
I can hear it in a song
all the years of hatred
you know hatred
is wrong | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2007 2:46:41 AM | You know hatred is wrong
And in the is world it does not belong
Try to laugh and pure your heart
A simple joke a smile to start
It is time to give distain a shove
Open your heart and start to love
For hate will blacken your heart
Steal your soul and tear you apart
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2007 5:01:13 AM | steal your soul and tear you apart
smashed shards of you just body parts
you'll never be whole, you'll never find peace
but these are just dream words, in air you release
what are you doing to change mens hearts
words need action ! that's where it starts!!!! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2007 5:14:12 AM | words need action
that's where it starts
a groovy new mantra
for reconstruction of my heart
i was poised and at the ready
so inspired by tbp's lines am i
yet upon awakening from a nightmare
see now instead this is a learning day | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2007 6:47:43 AM | See now, instead, this is a learning day,
time to sweep cold misgivings away,
clean the whiteboard of hurtful postings,
it's the day to laugh at insensitive roastings.
Dress yourself in rainbow colours unfurled,
step out with confidence and joy in your world. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2007 6:59:32 AM | Nothing spoiled down to the word
Like birds flying away only to return
What's forgiven always sacred
Like new beginings always hated
At first then blossomed into full bloom
Come and join us in this afternoon | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2007 7:55:00 AM | Come and join us in this afternoon
a glowing ember
a piercing ray
white fluffy clouds
to make the day
the sound of birdsong
and childrens play
and afternoon like this
you say | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2007 12:46:57 PM | you say
let's wait
for another little while
before we can fly
you say
let's be patient
for the right moment
before we can enjoy life
you say
things you want
how you like it the way
you say all that without having me on your mind
I sign
I listen without smile
I shake my head and turn around
I left without a trace | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2007 12:50:47 PM | I left without a trace
As did you the day before
On an afternoon just like this
You said it then so freely
Things that so often came to mind
As your thoughts found themselves
Passing through along the way
From the here to the there
From the then to the now
Pausing only to recollect
Upon happier sunnier days gone by
Though dark clouds of uncertainy
May hover up above
Awaiting in the distance
Like thunder looming and booming
The road will keep pace
Sprinting to stay with your thoughts
As I now contend with mine
Once the day's light wanes
And night blankets us in starry black
Then when all is said
Then when all is done
There will be little more to do
Except to smile and wonder
Where the road ahead
May carry you and I tommorow
And whether our paths
Will ever cross again | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2007 2:19:12 PM | whether our paths will cross again
as time crawls through my fingers
and down my spine to stone feet
which trod on dragon's teeth
this monstrous universe is hunched
over permanence and broken nails
refute the heresy of freedom | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2007 5:30:24 PM | refute the heresy of freedom
you are slave to your 401K
your insurance
your equity
running in the wheel
40 hours
to pay 200 every time
you pass go
no one gets out of jail free
even death has his fee | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2007 5:46:32 PM | even Death has his fee
for those in eternity
searching for me
in the three
watching
waiting
playing the victim
strict in the way of delay
challenged without an opponent
cost effective with home grown supplement
a future you only create
to late to abate
hate the date a rate is set
yet we wallow in the bet | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2007 7:36:25 PM | Yet we wallow in the bet
How far is far enough
Have you gone to the edge
And looked over
It’s a long way back
To the other side
Of sanity. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2007 7:50:03 PM | Of Sanity
I have no wish to be familiar
And why should I be
Why settle to be less than more
Mired and lost amidst legalities
Determinations or judgments
Discriminating and choking norms
Facades meant only to placate
The weak of heart
And weaker of spirit
Rather would I be free
Insane as the gusting wind
Of a chilling breeze in March
Flying effortlessly
Spinning and twisting
Like a child’s kite with no tail
Aimless in my direction
Always testing my limits
Always reaching higher
Till brought back to Earth
On a string no longer taut
Forced once more to reckon
With what lies beneath the Wind | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2007 8:29:19 PM | With what lies beneath the Wind
forms a question in my mind
just a whisper of sound
the suggestion of a word
something that teases the mind until....
it floats
down
and settles
into the solid earth
earth-bound,
the spirit no longer wanders. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/3/2007 1:47:16 AM | the spirit no longer wanders
it settled easily
in a perfect home
far from Rome
across the rolling sea
what lies beneath the wind?
carried aimlessly
all those that have sinned
of bodies now are free
not knowing where to go
be it heaven or hell
they don't really care
as long as they are
remembered well | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/3/2007 3:06:22 AM | remembered well
how else do I keep
Him without laughter
I heard him scream
Needing a break from me
If only and I did warn
I am not the person
behind this screen | |
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