| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/11/2009 11:45:05 PM | bought with blood sweat and tears
all the dreams that folded into fear
marked stones laid a path from birth
deep in the soil of my earth
boxed in a gilded cage
I am long pass the initial rage
of my own demise
from ashes I rise
my fingers stretched hoping to
touch a star or two
change all that is far and near
into...
.... something i can hold dear | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/12/2009 4:22:36 AM | something i can hold dear
that is free from any fear
is the joy found this year
from trading cars up to my six gear
though much bigger than my first one
they are called the same
whether in this country
or where they first began
in my beloved england
after nearly thirty years i now return
to driving the same car i first did learn
what seemed to me to be a toy car
was my deep purple exterior
and red interior first mini cooper
with its manual transmission coordination
which now in silver and black
and goes like it's on a race track
is still so fun and holds my fascination
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/12/2009 3:59:55 PM | is still so fun and holds my fascination
like storm swept skies
and after the rain breezes ;elation
like bubbles or butterflies
tender ,tragic things or apple pie
how great things built up from ruin
true love and imagination
all these things I am viewin'
each day like thru a child's eyes | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/12/2009 4:18:59 PM | Each day like thru a child's eyes
she marvels at the miracles in life
the petals of a rose that fall
the comfort of a kiss after strife
bandaids covering her knees
bug boxes full of butterflies
she runs to mommy for magic kisses
Hocus Pocus to dry her weepy eyes | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/12/2009 7:17:48 PM | magic kisses, Hocus Pocus
to dry her weepy eyes
distracting her focus
with sweet little lies
she knows how to stroke us
for her popcycle prize
just in case I forget
she's the princess | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/12/2009 8:55:24 PM | just in case I forget
she's the princess
and the most humble of them yet
when she steps into her new lear jet
flying her to exotic places where dreams beget
bigger dreams fit for any king or queen
having birthed this beauty of female persuasion
after many years of parental anticipation
she appeared with such exaltation
finding glee in every living entity
from the tiniest bee to the great ocean sea | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2009 5:05:24 AM | from the tiniest bee to the great ocean sea
we are all endowed by our creator
to find a pursuit to make us happy
we hold these truths forever more
to be self evident
so I pledge allegiance to none
and to all
so we the people can run to represent ourselves
what Mr Henry said
give me Liberty or give me death | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2009 5:14:35 AM | give me liberty or give me death
freedom for us all is within our breath
for certain we all are just passing thru
death will come when the time is due
with my life i want to drink it in
with each moment i want to begin
to hear the birds greet the day
to live in love, to live in play | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2009 7:23:06 AM | to live in love, to live in play
to dance in flowery cotton prints
in time with rose hips
dipping and lifting
rising and dropping
tilting and swaying
in the san antonio night
caught in the web
of the rolling rythm
under our street's spotlight
mopping and bopping
up this ethnic promenade
tossing the dust with our toes | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2009 7:44:28 AM | tossing the dirt with our toes
like the mountain skateboarding dirt devil
nearly knocked me off the road yesterday
was having a gay ol' time
pushing vehicles around
as they exited the mountain range
shame both hands had to be on the wheel
otherwise, I'd took it's picture.
Feeling the power within ...... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2009 8:07:05 AM | Feeling the power within
he opened that mystery bin
as the dust settled
his eyes became accustomed to the light
just as it flew past the corner of his eye
a darkish or was it a light shadow
with the sound of air escaping from a ruptured tank
he sank to the ground
knees hitting hard
"what a fk-tard" was the first thought
can I close the lid fast enough to prevent more misdeeds
will these spilled seeds grow in our fertile souls
ignite the coals of evil
upheaval abounding as in that fragile moment
a small light emerges from the dust
under the lid before it could close
arose hope
from that back corner where it hid so long
waiting for this moment to sing his song
[obviously inspired by Pandora's Box] | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2009 9:03:28 AM | waiting for this moment
to sing his song
he pours his longing
for a mate
into his throat
releases it with pride
a soliloquy
I pause
under the tree
admiring his heart
and thank him
for the symphony | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2009 12:47:11 PM | admiring him for his heart
and thank him for the symphony
song ... smoothy executed
like moths following musk signals in the night
she will find him | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2009 12:47:56 PM | for the symphony
of stars lined in rows
i bring the moon
to sing of ballads
to lure the sun
out of darkness | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2009 12:55:08 PM | ((Hiya CC))
to lure the sun out of darkness
could be a trick 
sun can not hide anywhere
so bright , she's/he's seen
wherever they go
dresses in their finest
always dressed to impress
illumination | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2009 1:04:55 PM | illumination,need a pair of shades
gimme darkness o'er the bright of days
then the flicker of each tiny flame
can be seen and felt just the same
everything is pure ,,in the night
it all gets so lost in the light
no neon in the day
no night life just the same
a summers night,mid august
themoon sitting low on the ocean
leaving a vee of light
where we can shed our skin
and feel safe as we cling to each other
in the vast dark ocean
meating the vast dark sky
illuminated we are
by god's candles | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2009 5:10:25 PM | By God's Flames
Rich and red as the sunset over seas
We are guided to the centre
The seed of life within us
By God's Flames
The seed bursts forth from within us
A vine entwined around the bones and muscles that make us
This, the root of all desire
Comes poking forth
Blooming in our hearts | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2009 5:53:25 PM | blooming in our hearts
the light of the hummingbird
flying so fast only a blur is heard
in the fluttering of her wings....
blooming in our hearts
our love so divine
can last way more than a lifetime
forever blessing us intertwined....
blooming in our hearts
paintings like museum's fine arts
sketches of our lives before we die
and join with other eternal parts.... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2009 6:04:42 PM | and join with other eternal parts
as each broken piece
slides into another
we find the whole
is not so whole
as we search the darkness
for what we will never want
for as soon as we achieve it
it is no longer our goal
to never gain pleasure from success
as the destination never pleases us | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2009 7:35:59 PM | as the destination never pleases us
we engage the endless search
if only we would pause
to embrace the moment
just within our reach
contentment would be ours
(pixiegirl -- i loved your poem!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2009 11:13:45 PM | He lifted this lady gently and softly kissed her
in memories imagined,
not forgoteen, that sorrow, but by sorrow a heart is softened
not broken, but slow to mend
he could recall, her head upon his shoulder
her warm embrace, his gentled heart
when he touched her face
these memories he would not forget
and even with that sorrow,
could not regret
and asked if he was over her, replied
not yet
for he could recall... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/14/2009 5:02:56 AM | for he could recall
the light within her eyes
when tears would rise
for simple things
that would surprise
and touch her heart
when they were apart
like receiving cards
left upon her door
which brought her joy
and so much more
for his simple gifts
given in friendship
told her forevermore
that this grown boy
truly loved her
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/14/2009 6:02:51 AM | this grown boy truly loved her
in this life and beyond
thru all the right he did
and thru all the wrong
their love was like no other
that i had been privileged to see
the beauty of their love is
what allowed them to be... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/14/2009 8:48:11 AM | what allowed them to be carefree
never a game played
as those witnessed around them
stroking jealousies flames
a part of their everyday lives
never a need to ensure their love
it's roots in the earth
it's heart up above
some things do last forever | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/14/2009 12:01:13 PM | some things do last forever
though we know not how
its sort of like talking about the weather
when we try to describe now
its sort of a time or everytime everyday
whenever we stop to think that way
sort of a kind of word play
now must be forever thay say
for all I can see
the rest of reality
changes abruptly
in the blink of an eye
infact
even if you try not to blink
it changes anyway | |
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