| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/7/2009 2:07:51 PM | she won with the new song
she changed her tune
now the listening is much easier to relate to
she's not classical ... nor is she heavy metal
not country ... but somewhere in the middle
sometimes she wants it soft
sometimes she was it fast
as long as there's a good beat
she likes those the best | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/7/2009 4:08:25 PM | she likes those the best
the faded memiors of crinkled page
she will put to rest
when she gets to be that age
now like the dried and wilted petal
of a once dusky rose
and her tears taste sharp like metal
because this,that,and those
are hers to cherish forever
silently reading in the attic
all of those old love letters | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/7/2009 4:35:00 PM | all of those old love letters
stored safely away but never forgotten
here for her to read which she did often
so she'd never forget that she really loved him
and she knew he loved her too
or so it seemed on their honeymoon
days of making love in a feather quilted bed
or in the jacuzzi where their vows were really said
they promised to stay in love no matter what
and then they made love and she never forgot
their's was a special kind of love words could not define
then tragedy struck with that runaway truck
so though they found they had to part
she always felt him in her heart
and knew she'd love him for all time
as he loved her too from his angelic realm
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/7/2009 8:55:39 PM | Hope must live on
with the tiniest whisper
a quiet inner voice
still your mind
and find yourself
live true
to your own choice | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/7/2009 9:17:53 PM | to your own choice
reminds me of Chosica
a suburb of plenty
garden suite of the world
always covered in sunshine
and the murmur of mimosa leaves
it is worth the climb | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/8/2009 8:48:24 AM | it is worth the climb
the view is breathtaking
in the fall bejeweled leaves dance on trees
wind blows branches like hair
I was mesmerized by it's beauty | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/9/2009 3:30:51 AM | I was mesmerized by it's beauty
The pleasure of those living eyes
eyes looking at my naked body
no rush for clothes nor the light switch
just the sweet openness of being
organic, imperfect, human
free of shame and full of love | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/9/2009 4:09:06 AM | free of shame and full of love
we let our sensuality guide us
as if on a divine lovers' course
with every kiss and every touch
we remember our sacredness....
the sacredness of our one'ness
intertwining like dna strands
hormones racing through our glands
love to feel your mouth and hands
we're flying now over exotic lands....
making love in our special dance
you lull me with your moonlit grace
sweetly caressing my upturned face
feeling out of time and space
slowly lifting my delicate lace....
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/9/2009 9:53:29 AM | ^^^ I can't see where it follows ^^^
so .....
slowly lifting my delicate lace
it left a pattern on her face
sleeping out in the summer sun
doilies can be so much fun
now she'll wonder for quite a time
why everyone's snickering that she finds
as she walk along back home for dinner
as far as jokes this one's a winner. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/9/2009 6:21:59 PM | as far as jokes this one's a winner.
suntanned lace looks good on you
making a new fashion statement
you really stand out in the crowd
when talking about you they get loud
what the heck?
Is that a tatoo!?
maybe body paint ...
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/10/2009 3:37:10 PM | maybe body paint
maybe mascara
maybe botox
or maybe I'll scare ya
with my natural looks
unfettered and real
revealing much greater age
than the age that I feel
do I need to look
as young as a sprite
will it buy me time
before the long night
or is time better spent
in the here and the now
with a smile that defies
the crease in my brow
and a laugh that cackles
through weather worn lips
and a twinkling eye
that could signal lost ships
youth they claim wasted
on the young but I say
I'll take young at heart
just about every day | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/10/2009 5:33:50 PM | (oh..i agree axeman...i agree!!!)
just about every day
my heart skips a beat
when i open my eyes
to all that i meet
three goats and a goose
are on my daily walk
i tell ya, that goose
all she does is
talks, talks, talk
then the cherries
left on the tree
that escaped the pickers
are just for me
and the moon she does glow
in your waning state
carrying herself so proudly
so full of grace
it seems my teachers
are the old oak tree
and everything else
if i choose to see | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/10/2009 5:41:51 PM | if i choose to see history
the making of me
find strength, grace, and faith
God @ the helm, time laced with prayer
a dab of flour, a pinch of salt
sugar to suit, stirring softly as
character creates new lives
decisions lying ground for future history | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/10/2009 7:08:11 PM | decisions laying ground for future history
Its a relief knowing there is no conclusion
reliving the digestion of humble pie
that has come full circle
its enough to know that I am no one
to stand in judgement of another's choices
like my friend Billy said to me
bless the child who becomes his own | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/10/2009 8:25:39 PM | bless the child who becomes his own
king & minion alike learning teaching all
inside his heart, his mind relaying
seeking, gathering, storing
relief in knowing clyde is back
that time hasn't failed to bridge gaps
equalibrium stalling as stars begin to fall | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/10/2009 8:36:51 PM | bless the child who becomes his own
in his own good time he will be grown
exploring the morning of his time
willingly filling on a steady climb
then one day gone to follow the sun
towards noon anticipation, emancipation won
bulb to bud to blossomy bloom
sweet nectar to share in the afternoon
evening moon rising as the sun goes down
tomorrow will foster another one
pecking the shell on his own little world
with dreams of wings completely unfurled | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/10/2009 8:57:24 PM | Bless the child who becomes his own
A survivor of a broken home
A bitter mom who's now alone
She regrets the seed that did get sewn
Dads long gone, he broke a bone
A certain harshness in his tone
And then...
A new apartment, his own cellphone
First corporate job, another drone
Worked hard to get his own car loan
No stopping now he's in the zone
His life is his, alone to own
A bitter past, overthrown | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/11/2009 12:45:59 AM | A bitter past, overthrown
deadly garden, overgrown
poison pens and venomous ink
never rest, they toil alone
moving on into the life
far beyond a youth of strife
forgotten sins and banished woes
bravado masks the childs grief
sailing on uncharted seas
stiffens the back and strengthens the knees
a boy strikes out to make is own
and now a man his mother sees | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/11/2009 3:51:39 AM | guess we all like Billy. lets see if i can patch this...
equalibrium stalling as stars begin to fall
the myth of material aint recession proof
its the one who gives freely who will have it all
where the contradiction of connections is the real truth
with dreams of wings completely unfurled
lacking the faith to soar from this ledge
waiting to rise up and see the world
and glance back at the nest where he did fledge
a boy strikes out to make his own and now a man his mother sees
in his youth she was missing, but its now him thats absent
it took him forty years to shed that dis-ease
to know only he can insure his own ascent | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/11/2009 4:04:47 AM | to know only he can ensure his own ascent
carefully treading on those not heaven sent
though really everyone plays a necessary role
in helping us reach our journey's goal
of living life from a place of love and awareness
where each of us has a level of consciousness
that may not feel helpful at times when we hurt
but always teaches us to see blessing even in the dirt
for it might be us then perhaps helping another
to reach in and heal their pain with their mother
well done j! you did that patch beautifully!! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/11/2009 8:23:15 AM | To reach in and heal......
If the sole of my feet put their imprint
On decayed pebbles , then I shall for sure,
Be the champion of you murmurs ;
My whiskers will beat the heat
Of those secret , childish , corrosive compartments
Of my private Titanic. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/11/2009 4:56:05 PM | Of my private Titanic
I don't know if I can take the strain
something feeling Satanic
is trying to pull it down the drain
I put in the baking soda
with the stopper back in place
it move slowly toward my Yoda
then sunk in front of my face | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/11/2009 6:33:34 PM | then sunk in front of my face
where it went I haven't a clue
I headed for the phone to call you
then I remembered I can't reach you by phone
Hate when that happens
I didn't know near enough for you to leave already
good thing I have the net for answers
but it'll never replace you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/11/2009 6:38:49 PM | but it'll never replace you
words falling from her lip
drops of tears like morning dew
just one last solemn trip
we had to bid adieu
our flight of fancy
I'll never forget my first car | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/11/2009 6:55:50 PM | I'll never forget my first car
1959 Ford Falcon station wagon
*LOL* Loved that da*m thing
even if it did try killing me
on more than one occasion
skated on ice across the old and lost rivers
nearly climbed the side of the bridge
ran out of brake fluid more times than should be allowed
caused grief at every turn
but it was mine
bought with blood, sweat and tears. | |
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