| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/25/2009 8:43:32 AM | I have found my answers.
filling me with their energy so peacefully
the universe can run itself
and while I have a place
does not need me
my death will mean
what it is meant to mean
my absence a tiny blip
on the universal screen
and a gaping hole
in the lives of others
who will turn away
wince when they touch it
or fill it with their own strength | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/25/2009 10:09:12 AM | or fill it with their own strength
helping me along in a moment of need
blessed are we who have need
opened minded enough to see
ourselves in the mirror
an offer a helping hand
knowing situations change
in the blink of an eye
we still wonder why
connections fade with the learning | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/25/2009 5:33:45 PM | connections fade with the learning
that for someone else you are yearning
and the promises made take receding flight
yet another long cold and sleepless night
hearts with holes like a target practice junker
bleed forth like the soldier facing maker in a bunker
all effort well made to curtail the flood
but the levies are topped by tears heavy as mud | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/25/2009 6:35:57 PM | but the levies are topped by tears
heavy as mud, they hold down the hopes and dreams of a people
rocks and sand immaterial to the slimy, unrelenting soil,
stitching the barrier together,
and keeping back the flood.
The weight of waves are not quite strong enough
To sway
Those unyeilding walls.
Those unrelenting boundaries, holding back
The unwanted element.
If the walls come down... if they come down,
the hope, the fears, the lives, the promises, the future,
will wash away. Wash away.
If the walls come down, the crashing of the waves
finally won. Finally destroyed because
The tears of a nation joined the ocean. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/25/2009 11:16:44 PM | The tears of a nation joined the ocean
salt to salt reunited
cleansing may begin anew
circles within circles
although we know better
it seems the thing to do
day after day
can't seem to get away
from the rat race | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/26/2009 4:04:41 AM | can't see to get away
from the rat race
especially when it's in my face
or when I get caught
running in place
or racing against the tide
like herring on their uphill ride
against the current they try and try
until at last most reach so high
back to where they began
now they give birth and die
circle of life completion | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/26/2009 8:34:03 AM | circle of life completion
looking at the fish
they will be back
no need to attack
the one who sent them
just doing their thing
voice wants to sing
of joy and gratitude | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/26/2009 9:56:18 AM | of joy & gratitude
we will sing of harmony
peaceful life created by
those that fought death
braving death
thank you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/26/2009 9:57:48 AM | thank you
stated softly
with eloquence that knows no bounds
sadness shadowing her face
he looks on
his gaze on times past
fighting beside brothers
coming home...undone | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/26/2009 4:11:10 PM | coming home...undone
one of many
buckles, buttons, bows and zippers
its quicker to just rip and tear
yet even that Christmas wrapper is gently disrobed
savouring every moment of suspense | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/26/2009 4:47:15 PM | savouring every moment of supense
in a late night gothic horror novel
can make one jumpy and tense
and birst your own bubble
when things go bump... in the nights
speaking of Koontz and King
I never read without all the lights
cause my own imagination is whats frightening | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/26/2009 8:00:37 PM | cause my own imagination is whats frightening
when I think of a mate
seems I always expect too much
better to expect nothing
and just be happy
any time I can find it
never expected to be alone
but here I am
not lonely anymore
but I know what that's like
never been more lonely
than when a man was by my side
words taken in stride
they will be there tomorrow
she'll never leave me .....
Well, guess what?
Being over confidant doesn't buy much at this store | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/27/2009 4:15:16 PM | It's the love me I need to know
before the seed you sow
watching rivers flow
winds will surely blow
big black birds crow
so we give them that name
yet each is not the same
like sand or grain
it all came
then went | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/27/2009 5:11:08 PM | it all came then went: that familiar unsatisfying feeling, self spent
so long in coming yet ever so quickly wrenched
a haunting ceaseless aching hunger or thirst forever unquenched
do you ever feel it too my friends?! the sharpest sting of a bloodless thing
mind numbing eerily psyche stalling somewhat as a stalker
stealthily following in the lightest traces of your very footsteps
with no time at all in paradise much less to catch your breath
the shear gravity, the depravity all around as reality engulfs yet once again | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/27/2009 8:12:38 PM | the shear gravity, the depravity all around as reality engulfs yet once again
like putting on a richly worn coat before the cold
you'll be safe where ever you go.
Sinking into the threads ... your heat becoming a part of
no longer two seperate ... joined for survival
takes and needs lead the way
leaving both, with no words to say
blending minds know so well
the story they need to tell
one to the other as only they can unfold
electrical shocks down to the toes
((interupted by the phone ... someone else continue please)) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/27/2009 8:46:42 PM | Electrical shocks down to the toes
As Korea flexes its muscles
Gulping down supremacy
In an age that is taxed by worry
Why all the fireworks?
It’s not the forth of July
Who is supplying the uranium?
To conform the mountain
Ripples of a time before I was born
Marching ants devoid of perception
This world needs redemption. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/27/2009 9:34:00 PM | Then tell me who has really missed the boat
the boat had too many holes to float
everyone missed the boat
think on it a spell if you will
think about the spark used to ignite the flame
one tiny little spark ... is all it will take
watch the goings on
who's the one writing the song
sing along or stay on your own
the choice is always yours
inviting as it is
I think I'll pass
Ben Dover
and kiss my sweet a**
good bye ....
Hit me with your best shot .... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/28/2009 2:16:09 PM | Hit me with your best shot
keep it above the belt
no stones in the snowballs
they will leave a welt
we don't mean using snot
or some old beaver pelt
its more of an expression
something we don't want delt | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/28/2009 4:10:27 PM | something we don't want delt
is a three of clubs and a two of diamonds
When She is holding the Ace's
She said hit me, that just made me want to play more
She said she was goanna loose her pants
So I lost mine
She screamed all in
I said for sure
She said let the chips fall where they may
I had to agree with her thoughts
I was just trying to have some fun
She said Poker, was I so wrong
(just a poem :) ) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/28/2009 4:35:17 PM | could be more fun than you've ever had
come on -do it, try to be bad
brighten that smile with red red lips
Put a sway and a shimmy in those neglected hips
oh woman, take a chance, let loose
stop acting like a silly goose
be brave, take a risk , be bold
far far better than just growing old
give up this meek role that you played
come on honey, you need to get laid | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/28/2009 4:53:55 PM | sorry missed a page, or a hundred!
what was in there I'd have to have wondered,
holy mac this poem is long,
I wonder if the same thing could be done with a song? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/28/2009 5:25:13 PM | I wonder if the same thing could be done with a song
unite family and friends or the the whole planet
I'd like to teach the world to sing along
but all are tuned in to themselves so I cannot
smaller carrots and bigger sticks
but thats just what I see
glued to the TV or computer getting their kicks | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/29/2009 6:48:30 PM | glued to the TV or computer getting their kicks
running on batteries for thier mp3 licks
the junkies hock memories to buy their next fix
I shake my head and ponder extinction
Leave it to born agains to teach us to pray
you teach 'em sing, I'll teach 'em to play
we can all plant gardens and then go throw clay
Ive always had a nitrogen fixation
I wonder if the same thing could be done with a song
without a sword and without the bong
to do it all over without shortcuts that are long
I wouldnt trade my pain for elation | |
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