| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/29/2007 12:27:01 PM | Gotta jump in the deep end so...let's go
I am from the shallows of the gene pool
the warm waters invite my toe
and all the things I learned in school
could not keep me from being love's fool | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/29/2007 10:06:53 PM | Keep me from being love's fool
The one I love has a constant drool
Old age is hell when you're hell bound
I've done my job, time to get around
People my own age, have fun
Go where it's warm, lie in the sun
Soak up the warmth in a cold heart
Heavy with guilt for having to part
But I can't leave, he needs me so
I'll be with him until it's his time to go | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/29/2007 11:25:58 PM | 'I'll be with him until it's his time to go'
She thought with a sense of hopeless romanticisms
Like a Fante' or a Bukowski
Deeper meanings and sink
More and more thoughtless with every passing second
That the quicksand pulls it down
So how are the kids?
Can you go out tonight?
Is your escrow short this year?
Is the food on the table cold? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/31/2007 8:07:53 AM | Is the food on the table cold
and the beer warm
is the mood in the stable old
being so near the dorm
Me thinks like that in time
with loss of mellow mind
with tiled bed
with hollow head
the word said
nothing
for it was said
then gently read
then shouted across a room
breaking the tune
way too soon
for noon had only just past
this thought wouldn't last
much longer | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/31/2007 12:08:04 PM | much longer still though
time and pages have turned
my memories still linger and burn
here i find myself still yearning
those words you used
forever fairy tales i dared not believe
till now so many years later i see
you always with your words and songs
that way you danced with me
how you always cheered for me
and listened more than patiently
your pleasing face and yummy taste
i adore your unshaven scruffy face
your electric touch and scent
flinging me into spitual mode heaven sent
your snide comments
your ironic sarcasm for days
your easy smiles unfurling
your beautiful eyes softly burning
new thoughts indelibly unto my me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/31/2007 12:46:41 PM | New thoughts indelibly unto my me
Your excitement has you fumbling for words I see
Sarcasm never let you stop loving me
My easy smiles as I see your bulging belly
Pretty soon this family will be three
Looking just like his daddy
with a scruffy face just like me
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/31/2007 10:37:10 PM | With a scruffy face just like me
Did he serenaded me
Held
Embraced
Magical force
Mystic energy
As he serenaded me . . .
Eyes
Smile
Touch
Caress
As he serenaded me . . .
Yes, he serenaded me
Beautiful words that could be
An amore to be
Was a wonderful dream indeed!
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/1/2007 8:52:39 AM | Was a wonderful dream indeed
the bad guys turned to seed
then became weeds with needs
unfulfilled, they started to bleed
with greed dripping all the way to Leeds
then a band began to feed on them
until only the stem was left
to dry up in the sun
where children run and play
every day in a random way
that sways the thoughts of all who watch
so smiles become a recorded notch
in the stock of the day. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/1/2007 9:15:33 PM | in the stock of the day
that was two points down
Dadio took off for another new town
On the dock of the bay
with his pants down
Old timey dancin to Mr. James Brown
Grooved the Rock of the lay
got his romance down
Fastened on his head was a purple crown
Clock of the play
Timing right down
Gonna sweep the lady right out of her silken gown | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/1/2007 10:28:53 PM | Gonna sweep the lady right out of her silken gown
Finally oiled them bedsprings so we won’t make a sound
If you moan too loud I’ll have to duct tape your lips
Just concentrate on moving your beautiful hips | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/2/2007 3:44:44 AM | Just concentrate on moving your beautiful hips
said Rosa doing the somba
with raven hair and pouting lips
and the poisonous bite of the black mamba
Her skirts swirled around and around
and heels kicked up so high
rhythmic beat and alluring sound
she kills with the wink of an eye
Still I will get frustrated
and ever will I adore her
as she and I gyrated
acrossed the hall and out the door-her | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/2/2007 4:23:46 AM | acrossed the hall and out the door-her
daughter says mother don’t you dare
sons says say mother I never knew
I dance with feeling
without a tune
bring it on
Evening is another song
I live in moments
Dancing in a beat | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/2/2007 6:09:54 AM | Dancing in a beat sort of way
, or
gone amongst the notes
a ruffle of untended stanzas
the tremolo of bedsheets
in this,
a most vertical moment... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/2/2007 8:56:06 AM | a most vertical moment
with horizontal desire
feeling the rhythms
like a future sire
three steps forward
then two to the left
twist a little in that spot
while holding firm your dress
keep the vertical pattern
despite horizontal thoughts
feel the pulse of every sigh
as undulations hit the spots
vibrate to that beat you know
like the back of your hand
pulsate and gyrate with abandon
waiting for the dj's command
So much like a square dance
though rapped and scratched in time
your heart is keeping pace now
much better than your mind
knees shake with the spinning
as you move across the floor
your partner is so forgiving
you know you'll come back for more | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/2/2007 8:31:01 PM | you know you'll come back for more
There's no way to resist
such sugar sweet temptations
don't need an arm to twist
You know you'll be begging
for just one more delight
fulfilling taste desires
that keep you wake at night
you know you'll be back here
as soon as you are able
for another slice of chocolate pie
or cake from the sweet table
You can't resist the desserts
your girth it tells me so
You never could refuse a treat
So you'll be back I know | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/2/2007 11:39:27 PM | So you'll be back I know
She was meaning, “I told you so.”
So I won’t be late for supper
Because I’m a little low on dough
When it comes to home made cooking
I’d be a fool to say no. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/3/2007 5:35:30 AM | I'd be a fool to say no
when you are dripping honey
from every pore
wrap yourself around my soul
I will fall for you completely
like the fools - that fall in love
I want to be absorbed
into your skin
melting into you
with the heat of this moment
scorching me inside
consuming me completely
and I fade into you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/3/2007 10:12:10 AM | i fade into you too comfortably
you've broken softly through
as sun lights up the skies above
over walls of certain circumstance
only to become sweet memories
of what was once you and me
a former sort of self again
solitary in reflection
likened to a child once more
nose up to glass of the candy store
confectionaries all oh so sweet
now somwhow in my past deep
bittersweetly perhaps liquid silver
thoughts dancing on spun glass
i find my thoughts returning again
wrapping legs around each other
with both of us now singularly
me missing us all too wistfully
i think i dream i fall again
mneumonic reverie imprinted
remembering your laugh
i comfort myself naughtily
so often it's as if i'm a monkey
from deep within still is my fire
deciphering decoding encryption
settling into making bits of sense
when all the while truly all i want
is your truest lightest happiness
but i still find myself smiling selfishly
mussed sheets succinct evidence
in tombs of this electronic mind
crumbling down my walls i sigh
i send my dreams to fly again
the cosmos know their answers
the world spinning it's refrain
as lower lands losing water
bigger things are happening
to you to me to each of us
todays melt into tomorrows yesterday
yet still i lay here dreaming
a juvenile sort of inner dance
my mind again can't stop thinking
trust implicently again takes over
wonderful reprieve if only in my dreams | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/3/2007 8:12:15 PM | wonderful reprieve?
if only....
in my dreams
you visit
surfacing.
not politic
to reveal -
in mirrored glass;
my own
desire,
what could
not be
discarded
on the pyre | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/3/2007 8:19:22 PM | wonderful reprieve
if only in my dreams.
of late, you’ve joined me there
we float
on our backs in the thick black velvet
silence
deep night steam
drifts tendrils
heavy scent of tuberose
my lips brush your slick shoulder
I hear the surf
in the distance
as it loves the shore | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/3/2007 10:13:43 PM | Following Brizo
discarded on the pyre
Time has burned up
a whole bunch of you
and a whole bunch of me
They say the flame sanitizes
Our ashes slowly blow away
By time the firemen arrived
There were no flames left to spray
The fire captain looked in your eyes
And nothing needed to be said
And he nodded his head
To the men dressed in red
With axes in their hand
They walked over to that tree
Oh no…Our favorite tree
Where we carved the heart
And our names, you and me
They chopped it down
It fell on the ground
And without a sound
They got in their truck
And quietly drove away
Logged in their book
Fire successfully out
No lives were lost
The embers are dead
beyond any doubt | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/4/2007 2:50:36 AM | The embers are dead
beyond any doubt
But the memory glows
It torches my soul
It makes me want to shout
My life might be back
But the pain may stay
Up and down I go
Until it’s time to lay | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/4/2007 7:16:35 AM | patching Lilys end lines in.......
Until it's time to lay
in the distance
as it loves the shore
the sea comes
crashing in
salty mother
of us all
bearing odd gifts
scuttling crabs
pulsing jellyfish
alien denizens
of an underwater world
we threaten
with our surface
tension | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/4/2007 7:47:27 AM | Have they no shame?
Is it wrong to wear a skirt
Without underwear
Or wrong to admit the truth
It does not mean I dare you
I just want to be accepted for the
Truth I say
You wore a jumper without a singlet
Have we not come a long way? | |
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