| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/14/2009 3:23:23 PM | I join you in discovery and toss away fear
Shyness does not help so I'll reach for a beer
A tale of two lovers that bursts into flame
My biggest fault is saying that I don't want a dame
I might be your knight yet I have not been looking for a queen
Let us open out minds to what is unseen
So I want to join you in discovery and toss away the fear
Yet I am still shy so bring some beer :) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/14/2009 3:42:17 PM | Yet I am still shy
so bring some beer
one or two
and I'll make it clear...
I think you're dreamy
I want to get steamy
I'm getting queasy...
I'm not use to drinking
What was I thinking?
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/14/2009 4:23:09 PM | Yet I am still shy
I feel the edge of the day closing in
I feel the breath of the night
and I`ll make it very clear...
The best kept secret is still in the still of the night
Stars filling eyes with wonder
Teardrops like springs first rain
Glisten cheeks smile
Picture perfect
What was I thinking
So tender,so soft the waters flow
Yet I am shy
What was I thinking | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/14/2009 5:26:25 PM | what was I thinking
on the way to the mall
they have nothing I need
no nothing at all
if I really wanted
to throw money away
I'd be better to give
the old fashioned way
to the cobbler sitting
and stitching fine leather
to the seamstress a sewing
fine linens together
to the smitty all sweaty
and gritty and black
who forges on his anvil
in his well-weathered shack
to the hatter full of chatter
forming fedoras of felt
to the tanner in his manor
tooling doodles in a belt
to the miller by the river
making flour by the hour
to the old clock maker
who gives the hour power
to the plower on his acre
who sells radishes and onions
to the apothecary wise
making tincture for my bunions
to the pewterer and silversmith
crafting heavy metal things
to the trollop topping my cup
behind the bar while she sings
to the cooper, what a trooper
making vessels for my ale
to the tailor and the sailor
be it coat or need to sail
to the barber near the harbor
with his razor ready raised
to the baker who's the maker
of fine pastries finely glazed
to the apiariana
turning pollen into gold
to the weaver and the quilter
making blankets for the cold
to the fiddler on the corner
playing hornpipes and reels
to the fish fag with her creel
full of perch, catfish and eels
to the furrier just returned
from his north fork work
to the cutler laying polish
on a long sharp dirk
to the dowser and his twig
for to find me a well
to the duffer coat all stuffed
with trashy trinkets to sell
to the young or elder gelder
to tame a tumultuous horse
of course to the distiller
of course of course of course
to the chambermaid who turns
back the linens on my bed
and the printer and the binder
whose books I've not yet read
and with a dollar and five pence
I still haven't spent it all
but I'll put it under my pillow
instead of going to the mall | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/14/2009 5:30:58 PM | What was I thinking
reeb eht neeb evah tsum
makes me talk backwards so nothing is clear
I was only trying to open my self to you dear
shyness is easier when it’s masked in rhyme
Truly in it for more than a nickel or dime
Will you allow me a chance to sober up
the best intentions just wanted to butter you up
You'll learn at first .. I am quite you see
If you give me time .. I'll open up like the sea
I think your worth it that is why
Please take the time to get to know this guy
My tongue is tangled inside
(sorry) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/14/2009 6:29:02 PM | My tongue is tangled inside
and my hands are firmly tied
with no one by my side
can't say I haven't tried
but loose ends just get looser
til the whole thing comes undone
and my bird dog ain't no gooser
he gets blinded by the sun
and my son says I'm too old
to understand what's now
and when I try to act wise
it just falls flat somehow
edges wearing thin
on this old man's toothless grin
but I still got a little spin
to juice my own chagrin | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/15/2009 10:30:40 AM | Hope brings to words
the most mystical of feelings
and life I know is about nothings
nothing but a part
you play the part
then your time will come
the time, that you'll leave
you leave and will leave nothing
but a memory or two
the memory or two will fade
will fade with nothing to remain
and that's when no hope no words
and no mystical of feelings will remain
until a baby is born
to play a part
to fulfill his part
to hope, to dream and wish
with pain
until the time
the time to leave | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/15/2009 2:23:29 PM | instead of going to the mall when the time to leave comes [<<---- a patch ]
we can grab a bat and ball and go out and have some fun
such a lovely time of year with the late setting of the sun
lots of time to play and work and get so many things done
just the thought entering my mind
makes me anxious for new designs
I can play in the garden as I find
this or that or some other kind | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/15/2009 3:17:25 PM | this or that or some other kind
of thinking in mind
when my eyes are blind
and my mind comes to find
others are not what they appear to be
if only i didn't believe them so completely
turns out illusions really can create reality
especially when your heart is hungry | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/15/2009 3:50:39 PM | especially when my heart is hungry
mirages seem so real
let me not feed on dreams
wanting to accept all your beauty
as you actually are
not what i think i need | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/15/2009 4:31:58 PM | not what I think I need
I parlayed to the salesman
but he wasn't all ears
mostly mouth
so like a shark who swallows
a barracuda
I simply gulped
and swam away | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/15/2009 6:46:11 PM | Huntin' for a wild man and his name isn't Dunger
crossing tundra with my heart torn asunder
I wander aimlessly around with dried tears on my face
disgraced by the images and complete lack of faith
whilst the hate eats me up and burns me inside
deprived for years from the truth due to sickness and lies
whilst my pride laid dormant, with water stained eyes
turning back tides with an impenetrable disguise | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/15/2009 7:06:12 PM | turning back tides with an impenetrable disquise
only the bold would dare proceed to confront me
the stare from my eyes,
enough to make a grow man crawl
into the next room and hide
under the covers till I come for him
shaking like a leaf
he comes to attention
he knows what to do .....
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/15/2009 7:46:07 PM | he knows what to do
almost all the time
when to turn the screw
how to draw the line
he knows what to ask
if things need to happen
the order of the task
when its time for scrappin'
he shows an inner truth
leading by example
like a perpetual youth
energy is always ample
its esay to see the attraction
for the whole not just a fraction | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/15/2009 8:53:16 PM | it's easy to see the attraction
for the whole not just a fraction
building blocks one atop another
can't see what they're made of
sit quietly nearby
listen and learn | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/15/2009 9:35:24 PM | listen and learn
close your eyes trust your heart
breathe a deep sigh...
the world continues to turn
laying on a blanket looking @ starry skies
tracing paths of eternity as i gaze in his soul
touch quietly warm, eyes of blue
heart's living breathing song | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/16/2009 3:55:44 AM | heart's living breathing song
as we have been all along
yet with some distortion
bringing cords of disharmony
to our singing and alarmingly
heart's living breathing song
I exhale and relax
to feel my Self grounded and strong
as long as I center and be
life flows with me peacefully | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/16/2009 7:24:21 AM | life flows with me peacefully sitting
on the side of a four lane road
you know its free for the getting
until gone with the next trash load | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/16/2009 7:59:42 AM | until gone with the next trash load
life flows with me peacefully sitting
on the side of a four lane road
you know it's free for the getting
I may be trampin
but I am not human refuse
I am something for I am free
and that is in itself quite a goal
I am not stuck in some office
I am not bound by strict rule
I am as free as freedom allows me to be
and I want for nothing
when the whole world is on my doorstep
I been to the mountain
I been to the sea
I been the whole world round
and I believe that I am all that I can be ; me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/16/2009 8:18:10 AM | and i believe i am all that i can be; me
to be who i want is a combination
rock star glamour, mom extraordinare
daughter, sister, friend, non-trad student
wrapped up in one psyh
spinning faster & faster
evolving into who i want to be
me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/16/2009 9:03:29 AM | evolving into who i want to be
me....a necessary piece of humanity
like the petals of a flower
it takes each of us
to feel empowered
to release our nectar and beauty
so the flower can grow fully
and fulfill life's destiny | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/16/2009 1:21:06 PM | and fufill life's destiny
when the petals dry up and blow away
center roots are deep
petals will be blooming
may not be the same tomorrow
come back by
and see for yourself | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/17/2009 3:13:31 AM | come back by
and see for yourself
we might all be dusty
abandoned on a shelf
by those in power who tried
to preserve the flower
by hanging us to dry
but then left us for waste
when we wilted in face
and could not keep up the pace
as our world turned in space | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/17/2009 7:01:20 AM | As our world turned in space
I retrace the steps my ancestors take
Some learn from it
sow new seeds
Others burn from it
consumed by greed
Either way
We can't turn from it
the life we lead | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/17/2009 7:11:41 AM | the life we lead
hopefully will be well spent
light the way with laughter even with all the dents
Smiles all around
Lift the rest off of the ground
We all are in charge of our own way
So only open your mouth with something nice to say
the life we lead
Let it begin with a smile | |
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