| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/23/2007 7:03:52 AM | My restless spirit
is awakening
slowly...
stretching its wings
sticky from being released
from the pain
from the betrayal
I hold it up to the moon
so she may dry it
with moonbeams
and it will float free
again in the madness
and the stars
smile and
know... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/23/2007 8:27:21 AM | And the stars smile and know...
as they pull the blanket over the sky
upon our eyes their glowing souls show
reason for our being and why
Ultimate hope we relive in their eyes
the stars up in heaven....do not disquise
The beauty of another sphere
surely make it all seem clear
Like something of a phrophets song
They have shone for Oh so long. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/23/2007 8:35:48 AM | They have shone for Oh so long
The stars, the spheres
the hopes and dreams
when the lightning explodes
through the sky
allowing self doubt
to stalk in
reach deep inside
the heart, the deep blue
confidence,
carrying the belief
the faith that things will balance
looking into the night
clouds dissolving
star shine illuminating the way | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/23/2007 8:58:01 AM | shine on
source of wonder
blaze
hydrogen luster
for lovers and philosophers
those seeking
higher power
soul renewal
germinate
glowing
timeless
galactic shower
heaven's flower | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/23/2007 2:40:17 PM | heaven's flower
give it air to breathe
water to grow
sun to shine
moon to know
blooms late in life
in a sterile condition
intent upon a holy mission
you would never have thought it
given the smell
want to send it back to hell
dead meat stinks
attracts millions of flies
sexually di-morphous
with no alibis | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/23/2007 4:10:46 PM | With no Alibis
No need to keep the story straight
Put in cages
Outrageous as it might seem
Behind bar shackled
Drunken stars cackle
And call out from long cars
Set him free
Let him be
He didn't do it
We've all been through it
Then take a poke
Or light and toke
And all is mellow yellow
Whoever it was they fought for
Is no longer real
As such is forgotten
Once the spotlight has gotten
Turned to something new
For them to sing their rhetoric too
Maybe Earth Day
Or perchance for Puppies Spayed
Fur is Murder
So Put down the USA
It doesn't matter
Guitars get shattered
Fans pay big to share the night
The lights come on and go off
You all leave and forget
That guy in the cell
With no alibis
No need to keep the story straight
Just scrape it off your moral plate
To make more room for all that Cabbage | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/23/2007 4:30:56 PM | With no alibis
I see all your lies
exposed as bleak as your fate
running the race too late.
Karma comes rolling in
dark waves begin
storm over mountain peak
sundown not for the meek
all you have done with no remorse
has come back right on course
for you to deal with the cards you lay
five of swords stings either way. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/23/2007 6:46:11 PM | To make more room for all that cabbagey
cash, I tipped everything out of my Bill Blass
sling pack, and stuffed it with green currency.
Cycled to the coast to buy sassafras
orchards without consulting the ouija.
The trees are green and fragrant, but alas
the root's carcinogenic, and that's grungy. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/24/2007 3:21:08 AM | That's grungy when
five of swords stings either way
then
I want my say.
Put away the cards
reset our future's goal.
gather the scattered shards
make us whole. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/24/2007 4:18:25 AM | make us whole
oh my soul
I will tell another tale
about a seer
that people thought most queer
he knew of the second coming
he knew when it would be
he knew people
would not be satisfied
unless allowed to see
they wanted to see everything
not just the birth intention
they wanted to see
God's coming conception
so what bid would you care to make
on the rights to such a DVD
I would say it's priceless
but thats just me............. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/24/2007 5:16:44 AM | that's just me
daft as can be
dancing round the kitchen
won't you dance with me?
wave a teatowel in the air
and strike a silly pose
laugh until you're breathless
stepping on tip-toes
stepping left
then stepping right
dancing dissolving
into a tickle fight
love your smile
love your laughter
so to cause it
I'll be dafter | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/24/2007 1:06:09 PM | I'll be dafter
Despite the laughter
I will happily play the fool
Far better to live as a joke
Fodder for foolish gesture
Than pretend the words I spoke
Meant more to most
Than they meant to me
No I'll happily play the fool
Then live life so cooly
Comtemplating cruelly
Thinking of such
That in the end
Never matters much
So full of my own pretention
A product of my own invention
That I couldn't see the forest
Nor the trees
Were I standing among them
So by all means
You would be hapless harpys
Spin your spindly threads
As spinsters are wont to do
As for me though
I'll be dafter
Gladly departing in laughter with a smile | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/24/2007 11:32:00 PM | Gladly departing in laughter
with a smile
after
breaking my heart while
you denied your lies, used
the usual line
'I'm only a man'. So abused
I tell the world I'm fine,
with mind in foetal position
and you do not care.
You caused this condition
beware. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/25/2007 2:24:44 AM | Our Lives To share
Dare to bare
After all the wear
Who could of known
We'd be here today
Almost a year
Just a few days
You in the comfort
Of your humble abode
And me cuddled close
Safely within
We'd of said it couldn't of been done
Smarter then the average bear
We'd kept our own cave
Yet hearts knew better then
We could of imagined
The peace and harmony
Of being together
Never experienced
Not though it could be
Never thought i could 'be'
unless it was just me
I guess i'm not the me
who hid all these years
You've opened a part that
resides within yours
Together we can 'be'
each in our own way
shining on days and curled up on others
Thank you for sharing so much of you
I give you in return all that i am
Some of it is grand while
other parts are umm *cough* not
my heart is in Rhythm keeping in time
With all that we are and might become
No need to be anything but what we choose each day
And today i make a free choice to love you more
Then yesturday
crazylilting | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/25/2007 5:32:07 AM | Then yesterday
when I was innocent and naive
I could just play
and my parents told me what to believe
But today is not like yesterday
today i am one step closer
than i was yesterday
maybe one tread lighter
If today isn't the same as days past
will i be smarter
how long will my yesterday last
and what will tomorrow bring copyright2007plaidworks | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/25/2007 7:46:49 AM | and what will tomorrow bring ?
the latest craze
well there's the thing
who knows what the future holds?
I am looking into it
if you don't like the end result
well I don't give a *hit | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/25/2007 9:37:03 AM | well, I don’t give a…!shhhhh!
it came from over there
a crackle in the trees
could it be a bear?
It’s too dark to see
no matter how we stare
shine a flash light in the air
wow, the woods are full of eyes
glowing golden in blackness
a family of racoons
come to steal the apples | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/25/2007 9:59:54 AM | Come to steal the apples
Shake the tree for all its worth
Take a bite if you will
But complain not if the taste
Is not as sweet as you might like
For this is not your garden
Bitter though it may be to you
To another the taste is devine
Though not ever stolen
But rather given as a gift
With the wisdom that is implied | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/25/2007 9:30:00 PM | With the wisdom that is implied,
You would think we'd never bite.
And I don't want to -
Be reminded that all you gave,
We have thrown away.
I just want to find some
Peace, in your garden of Eden.
Was it simply too tempting a treat,
To live with something we can never eat?
And I don't want to -
Be reminded, that all you gave
We have thrown away.
I just want to find some peace
In your garden of Eden
Would you do the same thing
If given a chance to
Not repeat the very act
that has doomed us all?
And I don't want to -
Be reminded,
That all you gave me,
I have thrown away. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/26/2007 3:56:20 AM | thrown away
the pictures
the tickets
the cards
the letters
and the ring
thrown away
into the trash
off the pier
onto the fire
composted
and destroyed
thrown away
to clear space
to make room
to be free
so you can love again
thrown away
everything
but memory
and yourself
the you that knew
the you that lived
the you that loved
the you that grieved
thrown away reminders
but memories remain
and they are sweet
in their bitterness
the days of love
all days of love
days gone
and days to be
they are forever blessed | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/26/2007 6:49:39 AM | [to correct the continuity that barely lasted over a page  ]
star shine illuminating the way
they
forever blessed
say
hey
what's with that dress
like some lost spayed puppy
crying over milk unspilt
we find another yuppie
weighed down without any guilt
who's to think then toss the drink
back like some fresh popcorn
not even chewed
it seemed quite rude
or lude
as he extrudes
out of the norm
forms of porn
that warn
now its Sunday morning
the sun has yet to show
summer's here
the time is right
yet nobody seems to know
can anything really be stolen
when nothing can be owned
your only here for a short little life
everything is just on loan
more clechés up the ying yang
more sad old favorite songs
more time well wasted writing it down
even though it don't belong
bong....
bong...
bong...
the toll of the bell tells many a tale
some are for smiles and laughter
some are of bad men, women and jail
some about the hereafter | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/26/2007 8:55:39 AM | ome about the hereafter
...it got changed after I posted...
Listen to the sounds of laughter
as the apples roasted
eves been collecting them secretly
and grafting a new breed
serving them up as sweet delight
and saving all the seed.
Times are changing rapidly
and I'm back on my wave
no longer wasting my sweet time
and learning to be brave.
Riding oceans to the shore
is a balance done alone. | |
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