| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/20/2009 10:37:09 AM | and we are bonded more strongly by life's earthly woes
yet judged by our species for the path that we chose
thousands of eyes prying into our souls
analysing aspirations, dreams and our goals
until it is time that the story is told
when loved ones beckon us back into spiritual folds | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/20/2009 11:22:58 AM | when loved ones beckon us back into spiritual folds
from our excursions to places unsavory
a humbled return to the homestead of heart
demanding a deranged form of bravery
judge me not for my jaunts to the jail
created by the need to expel
visions of victims trapped in a torment
and confined to a tortuous cell | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/20/2009 3:42:37 PM | confined to a tortuous cell
little light or space to move
oh yea
the smell
its hard to find a groove
could be from the damp
the lack of ventilation
coal oil from the lamp
a buck of defecation
how and why is long gone by
its lost from any revival
wasted sighs and futile cries
won't increase chance of survival
resign the doom inside this room
as soon the end will come
designed to swoon around this gloom
realize you are the one | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/20/2009 5:56:06 PM | realize you are the one
chosen from being so outspoken
or perhaps it was your friend
who encouraged you to send
that rock through your neighbor's window....
or perhaps you found a gold mine
and could not resist but took the risk
and used the cash instead of stash it
until it was safe from suspicion
by police inspection.....
and all along you knew
you were playing russian roulette
with the cost being imprisonment
but you never could have known
how isolation breaks you down
until all that's left is a spiritless frown
disconnected heart from mind.....
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/20/2009 8:54:06 PM | disconnected heart from mind
stop that old 8 track
Let go of that old country tune
allow your self to take a minute in time
Now reach forward allow your self to hit play
Listen to a new sound track the joyful kind
open your disconnected heart allow it to find
Brighter days and other ways
Open your mind set it on a new frontier
Let go of country ( no harm meant)
Let yourself play | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/20/2009 9:06:12 PM | Let yourself play
No one else will
Why would you want
To limit yourself to coloring in the lines
And obeying all the rules
You didn't choose.
Choice, freedom, flying... all wondeful things
But what is the price we pay
For opportunities like gorillas in the mist
Chasing us, or chasing them?
The heart does what the heart will
Only the mind can set you free. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/20/2009 11:30:09 PM | Youths denied the pleasures of children's tales
A fish in an ocean of sand, gasping for water so it can breathe the air
Flipping, flopping, floating on a cloud of sticky crushed glass
The apple from the tree rolled down the hill past fig leaves
Bounced into a daycare and picked up.
A crunch. A bite. The fish. The sand.
Power of knowledge, purity tears
The pain that loss of innocence requires
A funeral dirge for teddy bears. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/21/2009 4:13:34 AM | A funeral dirge for teddy bears
that have now outgrown their useful years
and yet they stay in our hearts so dear
always there for a hug should we be near....
For in our hearts our love is clear
ever protecting and nurturing
like the mighty brown bear
archetypes perhaps to release our fear.... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/21/2009 12:40:39 PM | archetypes perhaps to release our fear....
for what is fear but the unknown has already been said
take it a bit further and we realize that we have all experienced fear already
fear of keeping our jobs that enable us to support our families
fear of maintaining effective communication with one another so as not to be misunderstood
each day presents a medley of circumstances that could possible come our way and it is quite possible that our interpretation/perspective/thought process of what the outcome of the apprehension of our thoughts regarding that circumstance could come to fruition
in other words...
could it be possible that we all create our own circumstances...
positive or negative...
based upon what we choose to believe?
if we beleive that another is destined to have something bad occur in their life because we believe that is their due because we do not agree with what is occurring in their life, even though we have not walked in their shoes and truly do not know the circumstances of what they have been through that brought them to that point in their life, then in doing so we are acting as if we have the right to determine what occurs in anothers life
So many chiefs and so few braves. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/21/2009 7:21:51 PM | I'll show you most adults stuck on their tail,
Blame it on life,
Or the Tax man.
The world we knew has long since gone,
Never again will we see her shine.
Our children will never play in the land of opportunity,
As we knew it.
Tis a shame,
Greed is her name.
We have all seen her face at one time or another. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/21/2009 8:16:49 PM | We have all seen her face at one time or another.
The Lady, she who shines on the worst of days
Snatching victory from the tentacles of defeat,
Or not! Who is to say,
What the Lady
Will or won't do? She is a fickle mistress.
To count on her is to despair. To call her name
In supplication
Is to invite disaster.
But if her lover Chance
Out of a million dalliances
May visit you once,
She can not help herself.
Her visit the cool, refreshing taste of relief.
Rushing waters of realized opportunity
Swirling around one's soul and into the cosmos.
Her visit the cool, refreshing taste of relief - of power.
Her kiss more poweful than fate itself.
The Lady and her lover Chance, the elf. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/21/2009 11:34:18 PM | the lady and her lover chance, the elf
mistakingly twisting luck and trust in oneself
for the universe supports all that we feel
seems like it does not, but then what is real?
when we sit on the fence and can't decide or be clear
on what we want or need when we are facing our fear
illusion can be misleading and bring confusion
but always we are evolving somewhere | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/22/2009 2:32:39 PM | Freedom lies within confines
of gated breath and health
What tree I could climb
with these hands, reaching
in the darkness jumbled
unteathered tounges
too dark for words
the bulging O's
of lost vowels
scent of magnolias
the mexican swine flew
north over the border
avoiding burning flesh
to pick avacados
making guacamole
for a dead man's picnic | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/22/2009 2:38:37 PM | TIME
From sleep to wake
It dose not dissipate
Ignoring haste and pace
Striving to surpass not emulate
No potion nor paste
And yet
In death
Do we finally elevate
Above this constant ticking rate | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/22/2009 3:28:27 PM | For a dead man's picnic
A battle field cross in somber greys and whites,
Stands above the weary soldiers,
Tired from sleepless nights.
The silence as thick as jelly,
A muffled sob will carry miles.
In war, a life stuffed out,
Will rarely go in style.
The flag half mast, a curtain call,
His comrades, friends all standing,
Contemplating that we still kill each other,
Years after achieving lunar landing. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/22/2009 4:40:16 PM | Years after achieving lunar landing
some keep demanding tears
steering though conspiracy theory
the mud is never clear
billions in time in questioning rocks
shock the factor they cry
feeling why not take the knocks
it may just be a piece of pie
Maybe cheese with a cow flying by
that great inspirational orb
goddess of night until we all die
dry seas so dark we absorbed | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/22/2009 9:39:15 PM | dry seas so dark we absorbed
illusions we can not afford
that costs us so much sorrow
carried from the past into tomorrow
unless we stop it right here and now
the selfishness we know exists
but no one seems to know how
so our greediness persists | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/23/2009 7:52:39 AM | So our greediness persists,
Unknowingly we all participate,
At one time or another,
We move along,
Passing others along the way,
Was that a smile,
I thought I saw him smile,
Imagination runs wild within in my mind,
Reality is just another word,
For life,
I stand amazed at the vastness before me,
Longing to feel what its like to participate. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/23/2009 9:50:40 AM | It's with outward bounds I seek my relief
For being bound to disobiedence is the manner in which obedience is learned
If you do not know what a pair tastes like you never will until you have tasted such
If you do not know what saddness is you will never know what happiness is...comparatively speaking
If you fall and do not get back up again how can you continue on the journey
Circling of circumstance
Opportunities of perchance | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/23/2009 2:51:38 PM | Opportunities of perchance
Begin with naught so simple as a glance,
But betwixt a glance,
At a posed' and vainglorious stance,
'Neath the apex of the dance, avoiding memories of the past,
We can sometimes find our chance,
In the realms of dreams and circumstance,
To dance the dance.... and make it last. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/23/2009 3:34:45 PM | to dance the dance and make it last
to a tongue slaked by Ponce De LEon
to love like one in youthful bloom
and know nothing of the past
but honky tonks and bright neon
and looks from across the room
I'd settle for
that leave me wondering..... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/24/2009 12:16:19 AM | Love like Hell and never let go
The only lesson I pretend to know
The one I feign to understand
I shy away from this land
I'm out to sea
But I can still see the dream
That seems to ebb and flow
While I fight the undertow | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/24/2009 1:03:30 AM | while i fight the undertow
trying to figure out what i know
i'm still left in the same place
staring in a mirror at a unfamiliar face
turn off the light
let me regain my sight
need to recapture my soul
this place here is so cold | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/24/2009 1:12:36 AM | while I fight the undertow
there is nowhere else to go
so I let it take me down
to the bottom of the sea
and there in the darkened ebony
I find light in the company
of all the bottom dwelling family
that actually appear quite heavenly
while they move about silently
sincerely asking nothing of me
filling me with their energy so peacefully
ahh....sorry....overlapping... it took a while to write this one...
and i'm too tired to write another just now....so just skip me please.... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/25/2009 5:39:50 AM | this place here is so cold
somewhere between the fabric of reality and
the icy shimmer of time passing
I wonder why I am
why it is
why it will be
time is such a precious thing.
I want to know the answers to questions
I have not even dreamed yet.
Time ticks away...
Tick tock tick tock
Petals of a dying flower floating
down
down
down
To land on the earth.
I have found my answers. | |
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