| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/17/2009 9:03:28 AM | Let it begin with a smile
beguile me
dazzle me to dizziness
release me from sessility
charm me back to innocence
back to my lability
dance the dance of life with me
and glory in motility
I was daring once
and trusted my ability | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/17/2009 9:12:58 AM | I was daring once and trusted my ability
to act quickly and think on my feet
now I am edging towards senility
sometimes I humbly accept defeat
so far the sun also rises as do I
so far the moon hangs at night
in the corner of my watering eye
I see a flickering light
it may be heaven it may only be a passing car | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/17/2009 9:25:21 AM | and trusted my ability
to live to love to embrace something new
entangle me in your presence
Pour yourself into me with reverence
tease me out of this rusty cage
Please drop your pen across my page
Skip with me just place your hand in mine
let’s take a swim into the deep waters of the divine
So let us sing a love song
Or whistle a sweet tune | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/17/2009 9:31:41 AM | it may be heaven it may only be a passing car
It could quite possibly be whisky from this jar
For if it is heaven I should hear the angles in song
a never ending highway that seems so long
is it the high beams that seem to lock in from so far
Or is it the hangover left from the bar
Please let it be heaven I have waited so long
tune in my ears to listen for a song
Or wings a fluttering
Still sounds like a song
I have waited for Heaven
For so long
(hopefully this catches up) sry | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/17/2009 11:46:55 AM | For so long
I awaited this day
It whines like a country song
Heaven just a heartbeat away
How long can this song carry on?
The beat goes on... what's that they say?
He's holding on by one thin hair
I see the light more clearly now
they say that All Roads Lead ... hm ...
... Almost . There | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/17/2009 1:17:48 PM | ... Almost there ...
just a few more steps and I'll tell you when to run
grab my hand and we'll run together
Run Now!!! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/17/2009 8:20:29 PM | run now
run for all its worth
get away from all before
what's ahead could be mirth!
could be lunacy!
could be heaven!
could be more fun than you've ever had! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/17/2009 8:59:00 PM | could be more fun than you've ever had
now that would take some doing
I've had a very exciting life up till now
loved so deep thought I was going to die when he left
laughed till I wet myself
a few wonderful friends
what more can a soul ask for?
May I have a horse??
We'd run across the fields
he could be my legs and we could run .....
Yes, that would be nice indeed ....
off to dream land ... 'night all.   | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/17/2009 10:15:05 PM | off to dreamland ... night all
doff the sandman ... have a ball
cough random ... down the hall
boff abandoned ... in a stall
could be more fun than you've ever had
cept maybe that time out with your dad
the rest of the town must have thought y'all mad
when knowing was enough to make you glad
good can be bad as bad can be good
depends on the mindset in the hood
dis this and dis that whenever ya could
don't mean it ain't nothin' that ya should
where would it lead in the end of a thought
cross town mission instinctivly sought
patience for moments in line a bit hot
is it worth all the trouble that you got
now bought for no less than half a day
the fashion dissolves in the normal way
lasting for most of an act in the play
then to the closet where it will stay | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/18/2009 3:29:23 AM | then to the closet where it will stay
might bring out again one day
but in the meantime
the wasting of my mind
is part of my past
where worries used to last
and fears ran through fast
trying to catch me off guard
chasing me around my yard
keeping me prisoner...or at least tried
until I had enough and broke down and cried
realizing fears are all part of a huge mega lie
turning and burning from way down inside | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/18/2009 5:02:15 AM | turning and burning from way down inside
one might think it's an infection
to which I refer, upon reflection,
but, no, it was fears that were
out of control and took hold...
the kind you know are not real, but appear so....
and then there's the kind of fear
not from illusion or confusion
but the kind that are real
and no matter how much compassion and wisdom
one might have within or with those outside
these kinds of fear are real danger
where one must fight or run and hide..... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/18/2009 5:11:17 AM | where one must fight or run and hide....
has fighting ever solved anything?
never has in my world
always lived by the saying
"If you love it, set it free ..." | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/18/2009 5:17:48 AM | where one must fight or run and hide
the roads are rocky, rivers wide
the questions clash within our mind
instead of freeing, dreams just bind
so I will stay here in my peace
while walking roads that bring release
i'll speak my no's and shout my yeses
then maybe just avoid the messes | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/18/2009 5:21:50 AM | "If you love it, set it free..."
oh yes, dear one,
but I was speakin'
of dangers to the body
when I will fight with my life
as in protecting my family
or help them run and hide to stay alive
if it was that risky....
but for dangers of the heart
then yes, I totally agree,
freedom calls to me usually
so often helping everybody
to make a fresh start
and return to a sense of
balance and harmony....
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/18/2009 5:31:18 AM | balance and harmony....
where the river flows smoothly ....
turbulent beneath perhaps
from the top
looks inviting
dare we step in ... to releave heat
or stay on shore and splash our chest? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/18/2009 5:41:39 AM | or stay on shore and splash our chest?
you are so funny....or splash all the rest?
i was so sure you would write 'feet'
for it's quite a sweet rhyme for heat,
but no, dear one, you took it down
another whole street....
as you so often do
and sometimes not so discreet :)
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/18/2009 6:59:16 AM | sometimes not so discreet
when I fill my mouth with both feet
then i turn so crimson red
from the idiocy of what I just said
even worse when I put it in rhyme
spells trouble for me all the time
meant to be but a frivolous note
but heads shake when they read what I wrote | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/18/2009 7:27:14 AM | but heads shake when they read what I wrote
they are either impressed or offended-depends on the bloke
i pray for the day my mouth slows to catch up with my brain
will make the best of the situation & dance in the rain
skies of Elijahblue calling my name
sensing a new direction in life's game
giving it to God is the easy part
listening to His voice in the stillness...calms my heart | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/18/2009 8:14:12 AM | listening to His voice in the stillness... calms my heart
everything will be as it's meant to be ... hang on for the ride
if motionsickness sets in, lay your head down
better yet, why don't you go read a book or have some fun
I've got this one.
It's nice to be needed.
((PS ... LOL!! I don't know why I didn't put feet either ... LOL brain waves misfireing is so much fun sometimes ... worked out just fine)) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/18/2009 5:37:08 PM | it's nice to be needed
he said as he carved out a heart
it was ebony as was she
but it was in a time
where love could not bloom
for to such as they were
in deep
southern most county
where frail minds ruled
crosses burned
chiors sang
but wrongs were often
overlooked ,forgotten
to protect others
in deep
when love was impossible | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/18/2009 6:49:29 PM | when love was impossible
you opened your heart
and held me like a child
when hope was impossible
you turned on the light
and led me through the darkness
when dreams were impossible
you became a rainbow
as the storm gave way to sunshine
when life was impossible
you taught me to breathe
to stand without thought and just exhale | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/18/2009 7:03:35 PM | to stand without thought and just exhale
let go and let our Selves breathe
for after the exhale we will inhale naturally
feeling the air as we take in oxygen
letting go our woe that is such a distraction
pulling us into an awkward illusion
often carried from past confusion
so stand without thought and just breathe
and you will feel your Self relax easily | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2009 2:55:17 PM | you will feel yourself relax easily
as the parade marches on past
children cheering or winching quizily
won't matter much as long as its fast
you like the clowns in their little cars
and those girls up on the floats
your too far away to see any skars
as they move on by like boats
rock and roll music mixed with big band
confuses you every now and then
watching a baton twirl above the man
amused you when you were ten
now its all just a fuzzy blur
with sounds from every direction
its always fun when it occurs
pretending your giving inspection | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2009 3:24:26 PM | pretending your giving inspection
food of thought a fuzzy blur
mixed nuts and salad bowls
soft drinks in shapes of cans
water bottles thirsting quench
wonderous visions some that smile
bring that laughter hidden in slight of grin
the moment childlike thoughts sidestep the journey
life starts from the beginning | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/20/2009 10:22:13 AM | Speak from the heart, a soul is fed
See beyond the obvious, a mind is read
Listen to the tears, a friend is made
Feel the soft skin longing, a trust is laid
The hurt of the needle, each stitch drawing blood
a piercing pain each time life throws you mud
but a strong sinew binding is drawn through the holes
and we are bonded more strongly by life's earthly woes | |
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