| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/10/2009 1:23:32 AM | yet some of us bounce back
unless of course we feel the attack
of our own or another's ego
breaking through our protective shellac
like an egg so easy to crack
and then we run like frightened children
fearful of the interrogation
knowing we are now exposed
to all that burns and is frozen from the cold
feeling the tension that gets way too bold
wishing for peace to come again and take hold | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/10/2009 5:45:04 AM | wishing for peace to come again and take hold
leaves shallow ambitions outside in the cold
sometimes its good to be bold
open those old egocentric moulds
refind what you cast in the past
refine it so it may last a bit longer
be stronger than dirt
for that hurt was just pride
too often residing in those inhibitors
not letting exhibitors present the greatness of everyday life
designing strife laden excuses
mental abuses
no positive uses for these things
so when that bell rings
stand up and fight.
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/10/2009 6:19:18 AM | stand up and fight
or sit down and breathe
and let it go
if it's not honoring
the truth you really know
though sometimes we all follow
the pull coming from ego
it's not the me I want to show
nor the place I want to be
for it causes pain so often
especially when I know
it's not even reality | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/10/2009 8:00:27 AM | it's not even reality
no, I won't be buying a ticket to that show
'cause you see, I really don't want to
see all the actors with their paper masks on
it's the party afterwards
I'm waiting for .......
Happy Mother's Day  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/10/2009 3:32:12 PM | I'm waiting for .....
laughter, joy, love and peace
I'm waiting for......
a time when disharmony doth cease
Just let me look into your eyes
is my wait at an end?
my future holds blue skies
is it with you? my friend.... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/10/2009 4:24:50 PM | is it with you, my friend...
or deep within me
love and laughter
comes so naturally
accepting life's flow
like a river to the sea
the mighty oak holds
the secret to all peace | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/10/2009 6:01:54 PM | the secret to all peace
is sometimes walking away
sometimes ... there's nothing to do to fix it
so you have to go
it's a very hard thing to do
when the heart whispers
(this person) will be happier without you
so you have to go | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/10/2009 6:05:11 PM | the secret to all peace
is not for me to say
for what works one day
sometimes is just temporary....
for me the secret to all peace
is to be peaceful in the ordinary
and not necessarily the extraordinary....
usually peace comes when I smile and breathe
ahhh.....
so you have to go
to let yourself know
your peace is within you
and anything less
that does not feel like happiness
comes from ego
or fear rising from sorrow
when we carry our present or past
into tomorrow | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/10/2009 6:29:08 PM | into tomorrow ...
I will ride
trusty steed by my side
off to blue skies
and river flow
stop for a drink
don't you know?
Anything I want it to be
all I have to do is
wake up alive ......
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/10/2009 10:27:31 PM | wake up alive...
dancing on the sands of time
face raised to the sun
fearless, powerful, loved
time unceasing rivers of daylight shining
diamond bright memories
shimmering in moonlight's glow as we meet
again..in this life | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/11/2009 3:59:23 AM | again..in this life
you have found me
as I found you too
beacons flashing truth
through the words of these lines
ancient recognition in our rhymes
speaking to our hearts and minds | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/11/2009 7:16:04 AM | Thought it would be fun to take a few last lines on this page and put together to see the poem they would make...with a new last line from me....
Kinda neat! 
Speaking to our hearts
and minds
again..in this life,
wake up alive
into tomorrow...
So you have to go...
(the secret to all peace,
is it with you my friend?)
I'm waiting for,,,
it's not even reality!
Stand up and fight,
wishing for peace
to come again...
and take hold
We can be bold! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/11/2009 8:59:30 AM | We can be bold!
Feed us a morsel of compassion and understanding and we have gained at the spread of creations table
Immerse us with a thirst for this gain and our minds will expand in a selfless sense
Provide us with a satiation that goes beyond merely a means with which to feed the physical body
Let us continually drink in the firmament of creation realizing that the gift, the present, is always at hand
Comfort us with the peace that is provided within the knowledge of grace
Not the author, just one of many receivers. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/11/2009 11:24:44 AM | I smiled, "Ahh...you've never been shown"....
for in the streets of our own homegrown
and hidden away where very few play
are the ones no one will help
believing they are invisible and dispicable....
like dead meat rotting on the shelf.....
but for every soul who lives in a hell hole
thinking we're separate is so far from the goal
'cuz genuine suffering touches everyone
when we're all part of the whole | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/11/2009 12:18:11 PM | when we're all part of the whole
we can change the world
one step at a time
rhymes fall away as we plant seeds of harmony
purest blue skies shining through the darkness
laughter echoing hearts as hands hold
what we make of our futures
unlimited beauty, unparelled peace | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/11/2009 1:42:50 PM | Unlimited beauty, un pair ah lilled peace
Abolish the age of dis ease
Complicated by a simple inability to merely ask
Please
We teach our children "please "and "thank you"
and give a "you're welcome" in reply
Teach them obedience and let our own slip by
My intent is not to anger or abhor
Simply desiring to gain entrance into the garden once more | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/11/2009 4:39:52 PM | Selective services.. another lying draft of a news whore
Publishing puke with passion
Selling souls at crossroads
Human destruction makes headlines
Urinating in bloodlines, the sublime
Hidden meanings intertwined between thin lines
Wet with lust for my demise | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/12/2009 12:01:00 AM | Wet with lust for my demise
masterful at new disguise
could be round the corner
could be down the street
search out the strong
while leaving the weak
selling of souls
everyday affair
how much longer till nobody cares? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/12/2009 12:42:52 AM | how much longer 'till nobody cares?
venders, selling squeegee wares
still the cry, how much longer?
weak, preyed on by stronger?
laws of lawless, held grand
whom will make a stand?
fatherless child
anarchy wild
no cares
warning flares
public beyond sheep
battled, laboured, voted keep
how much longer 'till nobody cares?
Oh! How much longer, blank, bloody stares? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/12/2009 1:11:34 AM | Oh! How much longer blank bloody stares?
Fear gripping your torn heart?
mocking pain
does not offer gain ...
loss is loss
love lost ... beyond words
fillings
for decay in the heart
start moving them around
the heart falls apart
building blocks
which make repairs
a little forgiveness
goes a long way | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/12/2009 1:49:06 AM | goes a long way
politics, of the day
forgiving is genioune
idealist this heart o' mine
forgiven not, lest ask sincere
tax dollars accounted for clear
blocks built, sand foundation
secured not, shifting nation
self imposed, lawless law
hunger in the streets I saw
pompous silk, blackest robe
upon the innocent virgin probe
educated ignorant, head in sand
self righteous, lawless, stand
forgiveness, understood, pulpit view
accepting, status quo, all must subdue
it is the simple, sun risen gravity
child laughter, in eye to see
forgiven not is evil wrought
'gainst that, is my sword brought!
simple pleasures, pup dogs grown
children, all, secure future known
slums not, of impoverished greed
unforgiven, fought against, false creed!
love conquors all, in truth told
tales of history, repeated old
simple pleasures, children content
rewarded that to labour well spent!
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/12/2009 2:14:33 AM | reward that to labour well spent!
Battle raging in my bed
from thoughts brewing in my head
not my fight
but yes it is
position found
made of lead
stand along and fight the throne
isn't that what David did?
When you know your right
why not fight?
A good lawyer can make you believe the truth
a Great lawyer can make you believe a lie ....
They have the Great lawyers
when all I have is I ....
I'm wonderwoman yes I know
can't knock me down with a 600# blow
Pride and foolish have brought me here
traded them off for stupid and fear ...
I'll trade them off one day too
next dance I want, rhythm and blues
Texas two step, or a gig-a-boo
could have left you that line
but what would you do? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/12/2009 4:13:05 AM | what would you do
if what you thought you knew
wasn't truth?
if in every rainbow of light
darkness also comes to sight...
reflections deepen when
Spirit weakens...
until we can see
the paradoxes are not possible logically
unless you view them Spiritually....
and nothing is as it appears
for no one is beyond their fears
when laughter's cry turns to tears...
we all are so much older than our years | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/12/2009 6:01:01 AM | we all are so much older than our years
yet i feel younger today than yesterday
i suppose i am on my own path
accepting
exploring
discovering
or becoming distracted with the glitter
yet if allow myself to be...
i am a child again | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/12/2009 8:26:27 AM | i am a child again,
free to be alive,
free to be undefined,
free to be like a stream
flowing through a meadow
of wild grasses, and
of bees kissing the lips
of white and yellow
flowers. i am a child
without the enclosures
of the mind.
i am a child
learning to be afraid,
learning to separate myself
from life by using my mind.
my parents, my schools,
my church, my country
asked me to be like them,
insisted that i be so like them,
so distant from naturalness,
from wildness.
i am an adult
slowly sweeping away
the illusions
and the distractions,
slowly coming back
to naturalness
and wildness,
slowly becoming
a child again. | |
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