| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) with a big patch back to 389
Posted: 10/9/2007 8:51:30 AM | if it's just gas,well
go ahead and f.rt
just go
and I howl even more in eternity
with the winds blowing as far as the eye can see
over you
over me
like freedom for all that swelling
smelling the glory of what you ate
yet digested a bit late
now sedate
we underrate the part
played by that heart of artichoke
its no joke
the bloke really needed to pass
all that excess gas. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) with a big patch back to 389
Posted: 10/9/2007 9:05:09 PM | all that excess gas.
they pipeline through your field
pays the taxes well
a funny farmers yield
But did you ever wonder
as you pump it from the earth
of its intrinsic value
and maybe it's true worth?
What lands will we be making
what future yet untold
for the seven generations
who have yet to unfold
where are the dreams we leave them
what do we create as true
will they still have paradise
when our generation is through? | |
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Wasabu
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Joined: 1/31/2007
Msg: 428 | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/10/2007 6:28:40 AM | What would I miss
when swamped with bliss
while I piss out the waste
done in haste
still tasting that glorious beer
resting my hear on the wall so near
its clear from the writing
some thought uninviting
slighting a minority so misunderstood
makes me at times wonder about good
or should I just focus on the task at hand
not some other man's stand
be it grand or bland with fornicative commands
this stall is so small the wall so tall
all around the id has composed
throws of dissension
small mind invention
intention to destroy false enemy
angst from deep within thee
while bigger fish swim corporate seas
encasing common reality with plastic wrap
heat shrunk crap and baseball like hats
to wear backwards and fat
so unique its become kind of crass
with that logo above your ass
looking your best when you've gone
past the place you should have been
losing sight of worthwhile dreams
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/10/2007 11:10:09 AM | losing sight of worthwhile dreams
I look to have moved backwards
I feel like I've moved forwards
you just need to focus he screams
concentrate. accentuate
characterise
and intensify
now I am acting
I dont wonder why?
I dont wonder when?
I dont wonder ever again | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/10/2007 1:45:15 PM | I don't wonder ever again
about the simple thoughts of men
or the wanton desires of women
those that play with the mind
and bleed it completely dry
for them the true meaning of friendship
is like that of a sail boat at half mast
on a journey of ever decreasing circles | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/10/2007 2:04:21 PM | On a journey of ever decreasing circles
possession is one/tenth of
obsession which is nine/tenths
wishful
Thinking doesn’t make it so and,
pregnant pauses sometimes
give birth to home invasions
expressively committed
by alone rangers whose
loaded wit often backfires.
But still;
the sum of the hole
in your gut leaves you impaled
by a visible minority
that wants to wipe the
plate clean with dirty fingers
groping their way around
blind man’s bluff without
first counting to the
tenth commandment
thou shalt not paint the town red
with anyone’s conduct but your own | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/11/2007 12:51:16 AM | with anyone’s conduct but your own
drink and be merry
play the trombone
dance round the tables
dont answer the phone
conduct unbecoming
well what do you know
flashing her cheeks
is part of the show
she picks the colours
the shade and the time
and when she gets bored
she changes the line | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/11/2007 10:48:41 AM | She changes the line every year for you
then there's no worry of that stain or two
unless its from those wooden pegs
that's another quandary the laundry begs
makes for a difficult time as of late
for the good cloths pins are out of date
plastic just breaks up in the sun
wet cloths on the ground sure ain't much fun.
Still its better than an electric dryer
pushing your bills up higher and higher
adding to all this power line waste
just for the sake of a little haste
Taste the future as it meets the past
use old technology because it lasts
a bit of time and a lot of care
making this life a bit more fair
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/13/2007 1:40:12 PM | making this life a bit more fair
for downtrodden minions everywhere
a superhero dons a cape
and villainy cannot escape
revolving entrance pret-a-porter
out hero whose raison d'etre
is finding bad guys right away
transport to prison where they stay
so everyman can live his life
away from larceny and strife | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/13/2007 7:47:28 PM | away from larceny and strife
me an the wife too off like a shot
twas hot that day in November
I reamember cause the a-c broke
Round about the time I heard that joke
some bloke going into a country bar
my car stalled with a clunk
then silence
"damn this pile of junk"
crossed my mind but not my lips
for we all know how that can jinx
an easy fix at times on a trip
still ... there we were
Calmness for some reason completly overtook us
a bus with a chuckle and a smile pulled up
my cup was still half full when the driver opened his door
any more good luck in the midst of bad could make you glad your alive
the ride to town was so relaxing
no faxing of a brief
relief in not even having to drive
yea
its good to be alive. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/13/2007 8:34:52 PM | its good to be alive
heading to the land
of heavy centred peace
with you
creating something new
beauty often missed
on that bus
on that road
my vision clears
and now
you appear before me
fresh
alluring as a red rose
petal on the snow | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/14/2007 10:15:06 AM | Sorry I am breaking the rules but I just had to pick up these two lines
alluring as a red rose
petal on the snow
Red and White together
my how they glow
if only the other colours
could know
that black and white
performs the show
they might go green
they might go blue
and purple
could be the death of you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/14/2007 4:33:27 PM | could be the death of you
fate folded in a hat
what you perceive as negative
could be the start of you
the struggling part of you
the mistake of you
could be the make of you
and how you used it
as a strength
begin the whirl of you
the tiny seed to work against
could be the pearl of you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/14/2007 5:48:35 PM | Could be the pearl of you
but I am not sure about this any more
Right now I just discover the sunshine has gone away
Only clouds remain
It rains
And raindrops on the window wakes me up at night
I feel so cold when you are not next to me in bed
Are you feeling lonely tonight?
Yet it was a short journey we have started
Not knowing long enough to tell or guess
Future is so unclear
Far too much mysterious signs unanswered
My questions piled up by days
So I wondered
Isn't it a real problem for things you have to deal with or handle
I don't know yet
How our journey will end
Comedy or tragedy
I can't tell
I shall wait
Two more days or perhaps three or four
Perhaps tomorrow when day breaks
I shall set off on my own
To follow the trace of footpath in the deep forest
To see if I can find a sign
To explain why things happen like this
Should I be patient to wait for your return
Is it a risk too much to take?
I wish I know the answer | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/15/2007 3:26:56 AM | I wish I knew the answers
of what it is I want
who it is I am waiting for
if there is somebody waiting for me
how can we find each other
where we can check our baggage
and lose the keys
if what we begin will last
if what lasts can be real
but while I wait
while I ask questions
there is this time
to learn about myself | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/15/2007 3:56:51 AM | to learn about myself
Are you happy with what you got?
Or what you not got
is causing some shock
Your watching the clock
as time keeps marching on
If I could only hear your song
or caught the signals
or seen the hope in your eye
I wouldn't be marching away
under a lonely darkening sky | |
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Posted: 10/15/2007 4:23:14 AM | Collage
Under a lonely darkening sky
do you think I care if the washing dries?
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks
Dazzled by the greed of avarice,
I thought that if one eye could show me riches,
the other might teach me how
to get possession of them.
I was wrong.
This changes everything.
I can't hear your voice
I can't feel your punches
I can't see my bruises
I float above my body
I smell the beer leaching
from your gross sweating pores...
The fool will scatter your
self assurance and beckons you
constantly from ever street corner.
You silence my voice and my
screams, but you will never
silence my laughter at
you...... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/15/2007 9:03:22 AM | you......
you will never
silence my laughter
at you
waving your arms
until you are blue
mad at me
cos I'm not mad at you
shall I jump up and down
is that what you want me to do?
or just stand still
a smile on my face
praying for peace
praying for grace | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/15/2007 3:25:02 PM | Praying for grace
Hoping to recognize such
Should it pass my way again
Awaiting patiently
As the clock ticks
As the hours pass
As the days go by without end
Without resolution
Without hesitation
Mindful only now
Of the changing season
With no regards whatsoever
For the existential calendar
That lies in the hearts of some
Unwilling to bend
Unwanting to change
Though praying for such all the same
Praying for Grace
Hoping to recognize such
Should it pass their way again | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/15/2007 4:40:39 PM | Should it pass their way again
I won't know the answer
But I am willing to play the game
For such a short time since we met
Only a few days feels like we have known for decades
When heart and mind strongly connected
Yesterday when you left
I can tell why and how you behave
I am not mad but upset
When will you be back?
After having your time and space
Will you return to my door before the dark?
Let me tell you this, my dear
I will not give up so easily
All I want is to whisper my love to your ears
Hold me, love me, treasure what we experienced
If tomorrow is the last day we will only think of each other
To the end of the world we will kiss and stare at each other's eyes
Melt to my heart and dreams
Sink into your arms and body
Baby I don't want any space between us | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/16/2007 12:44:10 AM | Baby I don't want any space between us
take away the membrane that lies
between us
I will be your God
your Venus
and as I look into your eyes
I realise
what your mouth is for
the most prescious part of you
I truly do adore | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/16/2007 1:42:40 AM | I truly do adore you
as I watch your dust down the driveway
because the back of you
is the sweetest sight I know
Maryanne arrives tonight
and I can guarantee
your face will never
be on a milk carton
as missing or even lost.... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/16/2007 4:01:54 AM | as missing or even lost....
we cannot afford the cost
for where would life be
without the you
for me
sometimes it takes a fire
to germinate a seed
God will always provide
in your time of greatest need | |
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