| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/12/2009 8:38:51 AM | I am a child again who chooses to believe
Religion is mans interpretation of the Divine
Man is not Divine therefore that nullifies religion
Money is the manner in which control and power are obtained on the planet
Money, at the source of where it originates from, is paper
Paper comes from trees or whatever means is available to produce the necessary process to turn paper into money
Trees provide us with oxygen
Money provides us with greed, contempt, and a distorted view of what is truly important in life
At the present time money is a necessary component as it is the manner in which exchanges occur
Greed, contempt and a distorted view are the results of mans lust for the supposed power money brings
I am a child again who chooses to believe
Since I did not create the trees there is a source that is beyond my means of sight to which I choose to give glory and honor to | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/12/2009 9:43:49 AM | my trust is delegated
until I remember
and surrender
to my child within
dancing with passion
and innocent action
that sees an attraction
and without distraction
embraces it all....
sometimes like being
at a fancy dress ball
and seeing with awe
all the faces and costumes
so many try to show
thinking a child will not know
the self that cries on the pillow
or feels such sorrow
when the world's pain
seems to only grow
and mixed up also
with the incredible highs
the real self feels
when free of lies....
the life of a child
is not always
so innocent or mild
but filled with the same
consciousness of everyone else
so whatever is going on around us
that often astounds us
will be carried
in the energy of everybody
along with our natural wonder
and child-like curiosity
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/12/2009 12:35:53 PM | along with our natural wonder
and child-like curiosity
and a propensity to always ask why
is the feeling pulling us under
despite the teachers verbosity
some unknowns remain til we die
if then we receive all answers
weighting us with their immensity
after we have said good-bye
no better than legless dancers
overwhelmed with the intensity
of velvet curtains sliding by | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/12/2009 3:13:11 PM | Velevet curtains sliding
Blinds shutting out thought
Mourn the night for the sun has lost it's heat
Daybreak Sun's reknew'd thirst to quench the hunger
Of those dreamt in blanket of night
Questions without Answers head thirsting knowledge
Once there was a time many years ago
Waters stagnant weeds clogged this fragile mind
Never to think yet thoughts screaming to escape
Uncloaked the daggers peirce the skin allow'd to bleed
Deep within this watershed I was allowed
Oar the pond of many to set sail my inner thoughts
Let loose within myself to reach
Unknown shores | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/12/2009 4:07:33 PM | and my trust is delegated
should trust not be earned
some I trust from days first meet
others I value less
for those I in value trust
it's like so simple yet hardest to do
it's like saying hello and demeaning said word
it's a differant relish added to ones bun
do we wanted it toasted or do we want it burnt
do we take the time to wait before the burn erupts
do we take the time burn the flavour just ever so
and my trust is not in the relish
it's what's inbetween the bun
slightly burnt is more than ok
even Dr Sues and Mr Scrooge made their story
Never ending | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/12/2009 4:53:39 PM | Don't cardon copy or devalue by rhinestone
stained the glass half full caught within the stall
she whinnied to feel the pleasure
her gait walked near he raised his head
Conjur this imagine of a glass completely filled
Where of dreams awaken
Frolicking in fields glutching four leaf clover
On wings they soar to heights so many that feel dare touch
Both alive sencing a pulse
It is written,It is conjecture,it is feeling alive
It is perhaps one moment worth the Dance
Where the music we hear is each other
Stolen glances pleasured life Sparkles | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/12/2009 11:12:51 PM | Stolen glances pleasured life sparkles
Like diamonds and saphires
Happiness giggles thru the cracks in the wall
Stolen glances pleasured in secret
Like treasure ill gotten
Paranoia oozes into hearts that are small
Stolen glances haunting the taker
Like specters of lost love
Madness takes over makes the mind crawl
Stolen glances evil task masters
like slavers and demons
Violence betrays us till darkness abounds | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/13/2009 7:32:11 AM | Violence betrays us till darkness abounds
across the beach and into the sounds
stealing the cries of wanton young gulls
washing off blood from the most recent culls
the hull of our vessel is too deep for here
a harbour up north may be cold and clear
the barnicles are crusting and won't let us turn
hearts in our mouths in disappointment churn
send out the diver with scraper in hand
clean up the rudder is Capatain's demand
we must set sail afore rising of the sun
else we find again we're under the gun | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/13/2009 7:47:06 AM | else we find again we're under the gun
ducking & dodging cover blown to smithereens
ten fifty come in read back
saddened as we hang another up another hat
under dissapointment's weight
crushing internally as time slows to non-existent pace
always darkest before the dawn
yet one step...then another carries us on | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/13/2009 9:07:30 AM | yet one step... then another carries us on
one day ... some way
it is always justified in the end
when darkness gets too dark
I close my eyes
turn up volume
on other senses
I can see in the dark | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/13/2009 12:25:47 PM | I can see in the dark
shadows like an ark
rising on the waves
and through the distant haze
an eerie light appears
breathing stops as it nears
heart pounding loud in my ears
with my out of control fears.... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/13/2009 1:15:19 PM | Listening to answers that say, it's old trails and trains
I stood motionless watching his lips mouth the words from afar
'Save a prayer for me'
His intense plea bore his heart and soul to me that felt like centuries unfolded
He made it harder for me to let go but I couldn't move to stop him
My feet were cemented to the ground
I watched him turn and disappear into the crowd
My mind whispered... no
My head fell ....oh
and I cried
there in a crowded room, head in hands, I cried | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/13/2009 1:19:32 PM | listening to answers that say
it's old trails and trains
bombarding my brain
and not to be saved for a rainy day
when i seem to always want
to go out and play.....
so not being able to stop myself
i let my body venture out
remembering first
to take several deep breaths
for always that helps me calm down
especially when feeling alarmed....
ahhh....
there in a crowded room, head in hands, I cried
sensing eyes watching, but I couldn't hide
for my mind kept believing someone had lied
though really it was my faith in love that had died....
suddenly I felt a tissue being offered persistently
and a soothing voice never heard before asking me
there's a quiet table in the corner that's now empty
and would I like to share a pot of tea?
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/13/2009 3:46:39 PM | and would I like to share a pot of tea
and might I like to share my weary story
the hand of one, the voice of one
and sweet are the ears of the same
who came to me as I impulsively
and desperately became
willing to admit my need
to be the ground
a spirit of giving used to sow its seed. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/13/2009 6:41:45 PM | a spirit of giving used to sow it's seed.
... extraordinary conditions
speaking the true
When does the What know How?
whispered messages from my heart
to my ears
can't you keep it inside? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/13/2009 6:56:15 PM | Tattletale
Can't you keep it inside?
Have you ever kept a secret?
Sometimes trust fades with chances
and you had yours...
Too many times you broke my heart
knowing nothing of true friendship
Here's hoping the ego boost you sought
as the know'r of all juicy things...
keeps you in the comfort you seek
....when a friend is all you need | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/13/2009 7:08:14 PM | ...... when a friend is all you need
a kind word or a squeeze
dance around the mulberry bush
dodge that ball
red rover red rover
everyone hold hands now
it's a beautiful day to be alive
it's a great day to be a friend .... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/13/2009 7:14:25 PM | when a friend is all you need
it's easy to plant the seed
of love with compassion
rather than just passion
and with total acceptance
a true friendship at its essence
holds the key
to unconditional love universally
um.....so it's a great day to be a friend! :)
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/13/2009 7:20:06 PM | LOL!!!
to unconditional love universally
open your hand and you will see
highways of your heart
friends cross all the lines of you
carrying love to the end
love grows best ... when given away | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/13/2009 7:42:54 PM | love grows best when given away
so don't save it for a rainy day
for then you risk
losing a friendship
and one you know you'll miss!
so don't be silly and delay....
give them a kiss today!!
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/13/2009 8:28:54 PM | give them a kiss today!!
consider shoes of the other
insightful glances
taking chances
well supported limbs don't break .... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/13/2009 8:46:16 PM | well supported limbs don't break
unless the support is really a fake
or a very weak stake
though occasionally an unexpected wind appears
tearing down trees that had been growing for years
so even those who yield beautifully
sadly can be broken so easily
for sometimes the elements
are just not possible to guard against
so find a tree that's as strong as can be
and climb up as high to get near the sky
then as you swing in the wind with eagle eye
with no worries of what's to be
you'll see so much beauty in your destiny | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/14/2009 6:36:03 AM | you'll see so much beauty in your destiny
when sending postcards from the edge of loss
still perambulating from city to city
with a gold chain hung with a cross
with a propensity to form many words in a letter
stitching back together what I've torn apart
stuck in a corner but getting better
not quite there yet but a pretty good start ©2009 words and music the mission | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/14/2009 7:45:03 AM | not quite there yet but a pretty good start
not sure what though, but it's a start
it's a start to think the nothing is a start
so now that I know the start is there
I shall start on my new start
the start that I know not
but I suppose it's a start | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/14/2009 8:43:16 AM | I suppose its a start
revealing that frozen heart
now we can try to save
maybe with some microwave
or a subtle little smile
a quirky southern style
some hope taken from the pile
a number from speed dial
let's try watching a show
somewhere you want to go
it don't have to cost much dough
or be something you know
we can find an unusual thing
an open mind you should bring
then maybe we can add that sum
we may find out it was fun | |
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