| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/6/2007 4:23:45 PM | The sinful thought
Dripping from my minds eye
A single sinful thought
Imagining your taste
Not what it was last night
But sweeter still.
Sin never tasted so lovely.
Testing my fate
Pushing to it's limit
Just for the rush
Capture this moment, in sin. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/6/2007 4:27:52 PM | Capture this moment , in sin
Definate structure of what has been
again...unfolds...we know now
we lighten ...speak..words ...somehow
Too strong ...we couldn't hold on!
I wanted sense in this mess.....
yeah...sometimes we crash...
life makes no damn sense....
could a been the death of me...
yet somehow it showed me...love...
life ...again...just what I needed! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/6/2007 5:00:01 PM | Life ...again...just what I needed!
Love once more has superceded
The doubt
And it’s all about
Faith in myself and faith in all good
Trusting the universe to do all it could
For love to see
It’s way to me
Time has it’s moments when fates full allow
Life comes full circle and show us all how
To open to
A love so true | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/6/2007 10:37:03 PM | A love so true
for love will show you
heaven and hell
and whats it's like
in each aswell
images branded in your brain
when you have seen hell
are you ever the same
and isn't porn just a male
power game
suck a horse's c Ock
and I cause you some pain | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2007 11:32:35 AM | And I cause you some pain
In the parting
I too empathize
Were it but sweet sorrow
On the morrow
I too would feel its sting
As the miles pass
Beneath my feet
When they long to wander
Straining to catch up
Yet always lagging behind
In the distance a dog barks
And the Angel harks
Beckoning with her calls
As the heavy night air falls
Deafening in its silence
Hoping only for respite
A timid breath taken
Inhaled in anticipation
And with determination
Racing up the dirt road ahead
Though portents perhaps forbode
Dust trails dancing behind
In stopping the gravel flies
A light in the bedroom window
Is all I need to remind me
That I have come home again | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2007 3:28:31 PM | That I have come home again
to feel where my heart belongs
a sweet home where love locates
Yet it seems that I have lost it for a while
without direction in life
sometimes I wonder
If my love can be real when I feel it
I have tried ever so hard to find him
sometimes I thought I have already got it
Yet another moment I felt I lost it completely
between dream and reality
My confidence has gone away
I bet my life to luck and faith
to believe that I can't always take control
Although I will be happy if I have a choice to do so
Not sure how the journey will end this time
When I started it I was quite happy
But it doesn't matter any more
I go forward, not looking back at all
happy that I am still who I am
Glad that I have a home to return
When I need a place to rest
before I have to face my future alone
So I decide to live in my dreams forever
Don't even want to wake up | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2007 4:36:52 PM | don't even want to wake up
from scented sheets
crisp and smooth
cushioned bed
dropsy mood
feline warmth
pooled by the foot
she dreams of mice
I dream of food
shrieking clock
psychic shock
my dreams dissolve
I face the day
with coffee and resolve | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2007 4:58:17 PM | with coffee and resolve
I pluck the strings of an infinite guitar
and this guitar is blue deep blue
bluer than the sea
bluer than my shirt
bluer than the sky
that returns its tears
to the eyes of the sea
to the eyes of the sea
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Joined: 10/2/2007
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2007 5:58:14 PM | to the eyes of the sea
i long to be
what i miss i know not
but i must be
at the sea
am i waiting for a sailor
from another century
all i know is i must be
at the sea | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2007 6:06:03 PM | at the sea
I stop and
cast my soul
reaching into the depths
for sunken ships
with arms that long to hold
onto that which was not meant to be
births unattainable treasure
deaths journey of impenetrable sight
wings without will
a vision darkened by life | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2007 6:13:13 PM | A vision darkened by life, perhaps
yet rainbow appeared after rain fallen
I touch his soul, where my heart belonged
A pair of blue eyes, shined upon
That blue eyes brought me smile
in the morning made my sky bright
His eyes took me out of my dreams
with his arms around my body at night
I become a happy sailor now
Bravely set off to the sea of love
Not sure I am a good swimmer but
Confident that he will follow the tide
Yes my love, your eyes
your smile and your voice
your hot breath and your passionate kisses
make me smile through the breathless nights | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2007 7:34:22 PM | Make me smile
through the breathless night
Hold me in your arms
'til dawns golden light
Pull in me so close
there's no room for my fears
Press my cheek to your breast,
damp with my tears
Don't make love to me
just love me tonight.
Let the warmth of your touch
make everything feel right.
Just wrap yourself around me,
and keep the word away.
Don't say anthing just hold me,
that's more than you could say. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2007 8:22:50 PM | That's more than you could say
when the marshmellows got in the way
with candles burning down
and wax flowing all around
such is the life of a clown | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2007 9:49:20 PM | Such is the life of a clown
To bring smiles and laughs
Into the absurd
The jesters of a modern age
Who upon approaching little girls
Inside their comfort zone
Started tears of fear
Projecting out into what should have been
Just a lark
Why are little girls afraid of clowns? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2007 11:51:07 PM | Why are little girls afraid of clowns?
creepy crawlies and baying hounds
the big bad wolf
and horrible sounds
stepped outabounds
feeling light as air
life is really wonderful
when you just dont care | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/8/2007 1:15:34 AM | when you just don’t care
Was the day I decided to sign up
To become a rhino rodeo clown
The most dangerous job in town
My friends didn’t think I had the guts
I was never the one to quit on a dare
The spot light shines on me in the arena
Sitting on an old rickety kitchen chair
The helmeted riders mount up
And get a tight grip on the rope
To still be alive after eight long seconds
That’s what the riders and rodeo clowns hope
You can’t buy health insurance
When you’re a rhino rodeo clown
To be chased by a rhino around the ring
It is the most dangerous job in town | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2007 5:37:46 AM | It is the most dangerous job in town
just hangin round that corner
watching all the working girls
drug dealing for Jack Horner
No piece of pie for your fingers
too busy with the job
watching out for rip-off scum
oh and yea the Bob's
A bulge in your shirt just for show.
no inspiration for one in the pants
Needing eyes in the back of the head
never give an advance. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2007 6:58:58 AM | Never give an advance
Now I’ve gone an done it without thought
You see I believe in connections
Even in cyberspace
He talks about angels
If I don’t believe in guardians
He was never mine
I’d rather go without
There is more to my life
I’ve proved in me
Now all I ask is the same
Ok gender remains
Greedy female
I AM | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2007 7:36:46 AM | I AM
just one sober human
attempting to minimize
my garbage
my damage
in just one community
just one state
just one country
just one continent
that is contained
in just one world
can I be joined
by just one more? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2007 7:42:29 AM | Just one more
half a world away
fills her recycle bin
leaves the rubbish bin
empty
week after week
dresses plain but clean
minimises water usage
has learned to live
with less income
but still writes poems
over coffee and carrot cake
at the best cafes | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2007 7:55:38 AM | at the best cafes
is where I spend my days
watching people all walk by
some may laugh
some may cry
and when the day draws near
and darkness falls
I watch the shadows
on the walls
the ice is melting
nature calls | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2007 8:24:08 AM | nature calls
to all of us
stop the fuss
get off the bus
unless you brought a bottle
and can waddle to a private space
no disgrace
just never taste in haste
that waste from yesterdays dreams
screaming like a lance in your side
to stop this slide
get off the ride
just go. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2007 8:28:40 AM | The ice is melting, nature calls
From behind the comfort of leafy walls
Though a lone voice cries in desperation
Without a moments hesitation
Time moves forward as grass is greening
In the glen the Fawn sits preening
Combing his coif and polishing his pipes
Sharpening his barbs with meticulous swipes
Whilst he plays his maddening mournful tune
Beneath the glowing Summers moon
Lovers dance the night away
In syncopation they bend and sway
Hours pass and months go by
In the blink of an ever unwatchful eye
Bonfires rise to warm rapid cooling air
Sparks fly then smolder without so much as a care
Winds from the North beget blankets of white
As Winter calls an end to the dance for the night | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2007 8:33:52 AM | As Winter calls an end to the dance for the night
gender cannot blend
we are NOT the same
exceptions to the rule I will only admit
There are only a few
I wish only majority ruled
and then am biased
for then I would truly understand
He’s gone to sleep
I remain in nightmares
When he awakes
I’ll always be in dreams
It' a long road now
the path is whether he hears my heart
I'll never cross the roads
I now know hopelesness
I am the artist now
knowing how to carve
in ice and when you accuse
I will just laugh
I was frozen before YOUR time
Cyberspace is worse
You have a screen now
and I howl even more in eternity | |
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