| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/16/2007 4:48:46 AM | in your time of greatest need
you ask me to be there
and like the fool I am
I move heaven and earth to do that
but you keep on your own agenda
it has nothing to do with me
or the angels from my womb
your devils spawn
that you never notice
because you are infatuted
with breaking my body
my heart
and my soul. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/16/2007 7:22:01 AM | my heart and my soul cry out at times
when images and sounds cross my mind
from so far away in another world
where starvation and pestilance have unfurled
in your time of greatest need
no food is found with mouth to feed
the desert winds blow cold at night
the bun your flesh in the sun light
Aid from far across the seas
is stolen by the army sleaze
leaving only rancid seeds
after exerting selfish greed
All the rich in east and west
try to talk above the rest
ignored so easy in the pit
common folk becoe shit
waste of some forgotten plan
to make a king of general man
so not to feel his own true dumb
educated go under the gun
entrepeneurs are driven not saved
across the border or into a grave
others are striped for the parade
showing all who now are slaves
if only they had some gas or oil
the democratic west would boil
bring in troops and quell the slaugter
like if you kidnapped their only daughter.
Instead the papers ignore most facts
talk about some hair line cracks
on the finish of that new SUV
leaving Africa to its sad destiny | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/17/2007 9:49:45 AM | Leaving Africa to its sad destiny
Going to China to seek fortune and happiness
Travel between sun, moon and starry sky
From the north to south, from the west to the east
Where exactly is my home?
I try to find it but my sense of direction disapeared
No location can be located
Sweet home is where the hearts rest
But my heart has broken when you left me
You sent me a goodbye with merely a cold text message
You withdrew your love from your chest
Frozen your kisses to the winter forest
Silence in the lonely nights
No tears, no smiles
I will be strong and love will be back to me
Be patient for my time to arrive | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/17/2007 1:07:21 PM | Be patient for my time to arrive
I’m not dead, I’m really alive
I may be a tad late
For my first date
I have to stop to put gas in my car
Say “Hello” to my friends at the bar
Small detour as I swung by to see
What’s playing at the movie show
Just in case you want to go
I’ll be there as soon as I can
Cause I’m a good dating man
Waiting for you in the street
Why Didn't you come to the meet
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/17/2007 8:47:19 PM | Why Didn't you come to the meet
it would have been such a delightful treat
nothing to win, so there is no defeat
Just hop the next plane and meet me in Crete
We'll play on the beaches in summertime heat
and watch goats on the hillsides bleating a bleat
and then fly to Zimbabwe and dance to the beat
of the drums in the jungles all drumming to greet
the wandering tourists it would be so neat
to wander the villages and sing on the street
or to travel the world on a fine ocean fleet
and see our fine planet from the captains seat | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/18/2007 4:52:38 AM | and see our fine planet from the captains seat
Don't mind who is controlling the steering
I only want to feel your warm breath next to me
Above the endless ocean blue and deep
Defeated but remain positive
Who doesn't make any mistakes once?
When sometimes there is no light above the sea
The life of boat is still heading to the direction at the high speed
Tomorrow is simply a vision if you believe
Yesterday is only a history
I am standing here smiling for today
I met you at least, for once we fell in love madly
I remember what we experienced
Smile shines on my face
I wake up in the morning feeling alive
I have no regret but live my day happily | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/18/2007 6:46:28 AM | I have no regret but live my day happily
each breath something prescious to hold
knowing the exhale is as important
as the inhale is oh so bold
massaging the organs inside me
feeling their pulse
and their pull
and knowing that life is as exciting
as it can be
even when it is dull | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/18/2007 7:24:46 AM | even when it is dull
that bullet will pierce the skull
from a mile away
with winds at play
its not as easy as some would think
so sit back an have some more drink
if you think about it
then talk about it
then shout about it
we may change the world
we could have pearled once or twice
after that knitted stitch
with a hitch on the rope
it ain't no joke
or some coarse wise crack
your horse will be there when you get back. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/18/2007 9:54:04 AM | your horse will be there when you get back
to add his greed to your life of lack
and another hole in a coffin's track
the ace of spades to trump your jack
your life revolves to fill your need
a broken crack with you the weed
enablers where your friends recede
unable to divert your feed
conscience walked away from you
and stood aside to witness true
living hell's depressing view
and moral's sad adeiu | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/18/2007 10:09:09 AM | and moral's sad adieu
I forgave all the silly thoughts
Even forgiving myself
Until the word stupid come up
No voice denied
All in tune how dare you accept
Such insults no matter his size
Oh and I curse I was not even given a peep
But I adore the voices
Allowing me where angels don’t fly
Giving me the gift of flight
How else was I supposed to show you? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/18/2007 1:11:38 PM | How else was I supposed to show you?
you should have held me firm
as you looked into my eyes
you should have known my baby
I wasn't telling lies
now she cries
listen to her cry
cruel, cold and callous
as she sings the lullaby | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/18/2007 1:26:08 PM | .
as she sings the lullaby
I took her voice to me
pulled meaning from lost words
drank the sweetness of her breath
I held time
cradled her
asking nothing, seeing so many
did
Show me the sweetness of your hope
join hands
with this inner child of mine
taste it upon your lips, as the finest wine
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/18/2007 8:23:37 PM | Taste it upon your lips, as the finest wine
Drink it from my mouth, sweet and hot
Playful flirtations and flickering eyes
They've met before....
It's not their first dance
This silence is familiar
Like the wine, they have patience
For age is nothing....and everything
Time in time | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/18/2007 8:29:52 PM | taste it upon your lips, as the finest wine
Your kiss would be like a heavenly sign
That all is well, but I miss you still.
A gravestone bears a date and time you're gone from me.
I am forever yours the tears just wouldn't stop
Thinking back on when we laughed, loved and lived so fine.
The trust in you was unsurpassed
Your kindness will never be forgotten.
A bronze memory is all that is left
But you're still so loved | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/18/2007 9:54:44 PM | Time in time you're still so loved
with a touch of starlight caressing your eyes
we gaze up the same constellations
baited breath and desire spread without disguise
I walk the city streets on those lonely days
dancing through the crowded lanes
feeling so complete even then without your hand
needing only to think your name
time in time your still so loved
it takes only a moment to find that peace
Zen like lack of concentration sparingly shared
while others distract in the crease
its so easy to find that hole in the armour
when infrared impressions seduce the rain
transmigrating without synthesis to project
life expectancy of that thought in your brain
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/19/2007 12:18:06 AM | life expectancy of that thought in your brain
some last nano seconds
some drive you insane
some take an adventure
some stick in the mud
some hurt your head
when not understood
some make you feel
Ooh so Good!!
and others make you feel bad
I have an idea
I want to be born
make me your reality
Supernatural vitality | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/19/2007 8:24:30 AM | Supernatural vitality
guaranteed in a pill
for 24 hours or longer still
hard on the case of love in the night
may even be used for a party delight
supernatural verility
accessed through email
if tax man could find em
they'd end up in jail
nobody around to post that bail
not a problem for bytch boy
he'll get lots of tail
no wait ... now he's giving
not getting his way
the pills don't matter in this kind of play
night or day on the old cell block
everyone there needs relief for hard knocks. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/19/2007 11:08:58 AM | Everyone there needs relief for hard knocks,
From people who mock
And boats that rock.
Being dull is not all bad,
Not being happy,
Not being sad.
Just a short time,
Not filled with worry.
No need to lag,
No need to hurry.
Lay on a beach,
Read a book,
Listen to the gurgle
Of a babbling brook.
Don't feel guilty
For getting off track,
The problems will be there
When you get back. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/19/2007 1:01:00 PM | The problems will be there
when you get back.
I skipped town
I lost track
Thats the fact
Never gave a thought
About coming back
That was the end of that | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/19/2007 1:28:41 PM | That was the end of that .....
whoops !
just wanted to lay out some facts
oops!
she was supposed to come round the back
oh no!
now she found my stash | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/19/2007 9:58:53 PM | Oh No! Now she found my stash
He kept it from her for fear, she's spent it in a dash
She bought rings and things and warm fuzzies
Her lover was dishonest and messed with floozzies
So she got even the best she could
Got a tickedt and went to Hollywood
She's show him allright with all her might
Her independence showed, she spend the night
With vulgar temptations, dancing and beer
He never could find her. It cost him dear. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/20/2007 3:39:14 PM | He never could find her.
It cost him dear.
dragging his well worn heart
behind him
by it's frayed edges
like a child's blanket
at night
fetal
his hands reach
empty space | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/20/2007 7:37:30 PM | empty space
holding place
for love
waves of rhythm thrumming
heartbeat drumming
body echos desire
skin on fire
waiting
for love
open heart
surges start
tidal waves from the core
coming to shore
for love | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/20/2007 7:56:59 PM | Coming to shore for love
He never laid a glove
on me. Another broad
was waiting for naught
One girl in every port
To him it was good sport
Just like him for women to shun
She was waiting for him with a gun
So sad his life had to end this way
Brought on by himself to his dismay | |
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