| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/20/2007 9:34:34 PM | Brought on by himself to his dismay
more time would definitely be necessary
twas only a piece of thoughtless horse play
now life will be a lot more stationary
crossing the t's and dotting the i's
with three barristers in the room
he resigned himself to these constant replies
it helped to dispel some gloom
Friends and family consoled empathetically
knowing it could have been them
still the need was greater than cosmetically
and he had to be in bed by ten
some time in a distant future
this down on himself with change
the world will look okay for sure
when he loses this self induced pain
a flick of the wrist can be so much fun
until someone loses an eye
twas something he heard while on the run
but now he really knows why
jokes are reality you don't want to happen
with a bit of exaggeration
lots of laughs and a bit of butt slappin
but we're not giving out invitations
power toys and drunken boys
don't make for anything but trouble
its a hard lesson with extinguished joy
that finally burst the fearless bubble
now he's stuck there in a wheel chair
nobody to blame but himself
feeling quit lame from that crazy game
a humpty dumpty that fell off the shelf.
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2007 12:14:07 PM | A humpty dumpty that fell off the shelf.
One of my favorites as a small lad of four
Funny to imagine some one all cracked up
at the bottom of the Humpty Dumpty wall
I was always checking my self for cracks
But I only got small nicks, cuts and bruises
After each and every fall
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2007 1:32:33 PM | after each and every fall
comes winter itself
pushing through autumn
velvet hued leaves
flying whirling from trees
goblins ghosts and fairies
trick or treating at the door
wanting candy for their displays
marks coming of winter's celebrations
in so many various ways
savory smells from the kitchens
soups platters of food
roasts and veggies roasting
pumpkin and other kinds of pie smells
wafting playfully through air
coming to rest happily on your plate
to tease tummies finally to then satiate
hats caps scarves and plethora of boots
below freezing temps makes us
gladly appreciate them for their warmth
warming fires at hearths
lovers adorning other's hearts
sledding and skiing on white powder's graces
trees now covered in snowflakes
folks all round in mountains
cloaked in such glorious beauty
snowmen and snowballs to make
and such good treats so yummy to eat
laughing red apple cheeks and faces
mittens and gloves smitten ones too
warming fingers and hands
uggs in my closet awaiting cold
to warm and adorn my toes
cooler temperatures giving me time
to think then to take action to create
trinkets, sweets, foods, paintings and such
gifts for friends and loved ones
warmth from inside turning out
unto tangible things felt on the heart
these cooler days a good day to start
after each and every fall
comes winter with her own kind of
outragoeus bounty laid at our very feet | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2007 9:04:08 PM | outrageous bounty laid at our very feet
malodourous the end result
not really very sweet
as a curdling mess of toe jam
oozes out between sad toes
staining and embalming
as that stench reaches your nose
To linger; malignant
a skunk would be Chanel
movement in that stinking mess
perhaps you've entered hell
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2007 11:14:53 PM | perhaps you've entered hell
indeed spreading as a cancer
within your very self
life may never again be
quite as lovely it once seemed
never take for granted
love faith hope nor grace
let those things uphold you
as winds sweetly kiss your face
may your eyes sight distant shores
ignore both paths and people cruel
let them be unto themselves ruled
forgo all past spats as trite and small
for another might never know
where anothers been or yet to go
nature heals where humans fail
remember walking a beautiful trail
let your mind take you again
to vistas deep within your heart
mediation and meditation heals
every voice has it's own mind
each kindred belongs unto kind
remember what power lays in love
each time you gaze at stars above | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2007 11:29:35 PM | Each time you gaze at stars above
know that I also gaze with such love
a thousand miles of ocean between
But the distance of heart will never be seen
I feel your love wash over my soul
holding me close holding me whole
Anticipate when I come home to you
all of the loving we have yet to do. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/22/2007 6:25:20 AM | All of the loving we have yet to do
But so little time we can spend together
You are always too busy
We have actually made a plan for lots of things undone
A long time we put down these wishes for our future
from dark falls till the late morning
But soon you lost your patience
the distance has remained too long
In the cold winter space seems unreachable
Your voice has vanished uncontactable
You are gone without trace one day
I can't even chase you anywhere
You left, with the unfinished list of things and scratches
And in my house piled up the mess of wine bottles and glasses
No tears but disappointed i said goodby
I bit my teeth and shut my door for quite a while
Pretend that I have never been hurt
Pretend we have never met before
And there are no plans have been made together | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/22/2007 9:19:53 AM | And there are no plans that have been made together
like the tar once used to hold the feathers before that ride on the rail
may not seem better than jail at the time
with healing and some wine we just may find a space not pale
Waiting for the sale
its good to have another vocation
waiting for an invitation
its good to have patience for the stale
And there are no concepts to fill in the blanks between us
like being covered in caulking to protect the spot welds
may not seem we held on too long to some of the old
with or without feeling hot and cold while bridging the truss
Waiting for the train to pass
its good to shut off your motor
waiting a show promoter
its good to shake your ass
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/22/2007 10:32:01 AM | it's good to shake your ass
slowly sliding grinding all the while
it's good to again be feeling alive
worthwhile yet not be in denial
it's good to shake my ass even
with whom i wanna please
that one he knows who he is
makes me weak in my knees
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/22/2007 1:59:43 PM | Makes me weak in my knees
Cause you were on your knees for a week
I’m getting so tired and sore
Don’t tell me you want some more
We should get dressed
And go out to eat
I don’t think you’re allergic to meat. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/23/2007 10:58:15 AM | I don’t think you’re allergic to meat
it more likely in the sauce
that tossed salad on the side maybe
or its just you don't like the boss
I know these social party crowds
can have an adverse affect
like spits and coughs and runny nose
or feeling like a train wreck
Still if we want to get ahead
we have to schmooze with them all
we'll have some tokes and tell some jokes
then back home to have a ball | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/23/2007 12:26:50 PM | Then back home to have a ball
and give my friends a call
Today I fly away
from my paradisal stay
and high above the clouds
and airports swarmed with all the crowds
of comers and of goers
and random whistle blowers
checkin' all the bags
for bad guys and for spys
Till I make it through
this next day or two
I'm so excited it's true
to be coming home to you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/23/2007 3:40:23 PM | to be coming home to you
I imagine all the naughty things to do with you
I can't help getting my head over the clouds
I smile at every passengers I met on the move
to be coming home to you
I bought a bundle of roses
wrapped up with my passions and smiles
together with my hot kisses
So now, I am coming home to you
I broaded my plane
i jumped on the train
I got into my car and soon enough I will be home for you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/23/2007 5:39:13 PM | soon enough I will be home for you
time passes like the dew
you and me so high on we
the sky can only be blue
now all I can do is smile out loud
laugh at frustrations I see in the crowd
get pushed around but still feel so proud
I'm coming home so toss off the shroud
true that with the spaces
life finds all new places
weird and wonderful races
moving at different paces | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/23/2007 6:07:13 PM | moving at different paces
I started out taking baby steps
Cause too many people fall on their faces
I wasn’t thinking about the fierce competition
Trying to get hooked up in relationship races
The time I spend looking to hook up on line
Is wasting the best years of my life
I’ve avoided all the drama and I’m doing just fine
Think I’ll leave it up to you to become man and wife | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/24/2007 11:19:59 AM | Think I'll leave it up to you to become man and wife
If things happen as exactly as we desire
The decision will be a combination of yours and mine
Although you are the one is holding the string of the skit
Let go our dreams from your hands
Set me free to swim in the sea of your love
I am standing here next to you hoping
Our wishes to fly free on the blue sky
Wish things could only be better for tomorrow
From the day we met and gradually fall in love
Then madly drawn once a lifetime
I feel my heart become so hot
I can hardly handle this love
I feel my blood is burning for you
Every chance we meet I want to cry
I treasure every moment that we meet up
I will leave it completely up to you
to become man and wife
And to have as many children as you want
To live positively and feel love in return
To treasure the moment that we are both madly falling
together in this life and even the next
I touch the moment of our love,
Honey, we are doing just fine | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/24/2007 6:17:20 PM | Honey, we are doing just fine
But your advances I have to decline
It's not fair with you kissing another
Then lie to me and say "It's my daughter"
Twas to passionate to be a relative
Can't forgive this for as long as I live
Now I am looking to find a love that's true
One who beliefs in God and Red, White and Blue
Who is a debonair and classy guy
But still he'd be a little bit shy
He'll find me to be just what he needs
I'll forget the one who's heart now bleeds | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/24/2007 6:41:37 PM | I'll forget the one
who's heart now bleeds
remove the heel
of my cruel shoe
hurts so good
his pleasure pools
and spills
I cup
my waiting hands
to catch
delirious thrills | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/24/2007 7:57:53 PM | delirious thrills
from little blue pills
I see on t.v.
for you and me
we can chat
pass a hat
chew some fat
about this and that
ask who's next
have more sex
break the hex
win a bet
better yet
set the alarm for a morning charm | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/25/2007 9:24:50 PM | Set the alarm for a morning charm
nine AM I woke with a start
For my love and I had to part
Gone are the days of walking arm in arm
On the beach or on the trail
I knew somehow we were doomed to fail
For he is young and I am old
He left me out there in the cold
But I raised my head, my chin high up
I loved the love and drank the cup
The wine that flowed turned o so sour
Someday he'll attain the bewitching hour | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/27/2007 9:05:17 AM | he'll attain the bewitching hour
nomatter if its sweet or sour
scour the earth if that he must
find the potent he can trust
lust filled eyes and heart of wax
he then sends off a scented fax
attracts some unwanted attention
just from all the things he mentioned
inventions to make a dead man cum
others to increas the size of the thumb
a bum that inflates for better comfort
some breast that taste like sacred dirt
hurt only when they deflate again
or if you poke them with a pen
then with cries of foul from the sidelines
a double back flip goal blows their minds
kind of like when Orr made that shot
while fixing his skate that had a knot
wrot with worry about that shift
he flew thew the air like a Halloween mist
insist as you may that was all dumb luck
but the photograph sure made some bucks
trucks now show it at county fairs
an I know you've got one hanging downstairs. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/28/2007 4:16:58 AM | I know you've got one hanging downstairs.
I’ve seen it on the rec room wall
Are you going to take credit for that road-kill
Or did you just watch it die and fall
Where did you find somebody able to stuff it
That would have given me a chill
I can’t say another word about it
I think I’m going to be ill
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/28/2007 4:53:30 PM | I think I'm going to be ill
the calender says "Mary"
I don't think so and still
cover girls shouldn't be that hairy
I'm going in for a checkup
At least they only showed Mary
from the neck up | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/28/2007 7:53:20 PM | From the neck up
She was what is considered
Beautiful
From the neck up
Was all that anyone saw
What she wanted was for someone,
Anyone to see that she was more
Than a painting on a wall
Colored beautifully
Perfectly, without flaw
What she wanted more than anything
Was for someone to see from her heart
And feel her soul
And see that she is more than
Outward beauty, within. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/28/2007 8:48:56 PM | Outward beauty, within
begins without sin
struggles in social exchange
arranged for to be strange
Blind date again, who wins
pinned by the mighty Quin
these ice flows can be so cold
bold as we may be old
or sold down the river
shivers through me timbers
it all goes down the drain
when I pull the plug again
Inward beauty, without
reavealed in raging shouts
hands flailing about
saying we're in a drought
I test the water to a feeling of fine
no risk no gain I hear all the time
no point in just dipping a naked toe
gotta jump in the deep end so ... let's go | |
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