| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/17/2009 3:00:30 PM | We both felt the urge of our dual erect nipples
poking through silk shirts
bound and lead by that tree they call whipple
the drive could look up our skirts
good thing we really didn't have a care
with that carrot showing our course
everyone we met would point and stare
did you see that dressed up horse | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/17/2009 3:26:26 PM | did you see that dressed up horse?
striped shirt and plaid pants
couldn't come up with a line any worse
but then just the head started to dance
some punk did a drive by in a hearse
and we all were stuck in a trance
cause the horse with the plaid pants
was bleeding and spouting a verse
we all held our guns in a point blank stance
and we all had to coerce which was worse
the horse ,the pants, or the hearse | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/17/2009 9:17:47 PM | the horse ,the pants, or the hearse
of course my rants are worse
remorse fire ants are a curse
by force we dance with a nurse
the source can finance commerce
I'm norse but in France I rehearse
in divorce all romance will disperse
it's coarse at first glance my verse | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/17/2009 9:53:35 PM | it's course at first glance my verse
singing my song loud
for all the world to here
I came here tonight
to offer you some cheer
but cheer was not welcome
peace wasn't found
as long as Love
is drug on the ground ...
please don't take for granted
the precious gift of love | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/18/2009 2:50:56 AM | the precious gift of love
coursing through our blood
rising with the moon
found in every room
and chamber of our heart
so be careful with each part....
some say it's a heavenly reflection
that divine aspect of everything
and not subject to alteration
yet seems to change with our perception
when another's energy fills us with fascination
and the deepest admiration.....
though sometimes it seems to just be infatuation
that feels more like intoxication
edging on hallucination
eventually waking up from the illusion
that our love comes from the other person....
perhaps it's all in our imagination | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/18/2009 8:00:50 AM | perhaps it's all in our imagination
well, I don't know about you but my imagination isn't THAT good.
To dream up this world and all those in it?
Not on your life ... no way ... couldn't entertain that idea at all.
Simply going through the motions.
Helping when we can,
taking nurishment when we can
((Yes, I have a frog in my pocket ... hence the "We"))
We, give when we can 
I have creative license for me only
(('morning all))
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/18/2009 8:22:53 AM | (('morning all))
I have creative license for me only
In my part of the world you'd wander with spirits
Night time plays tricks on you
Worse if you pay for that foolish privilege
As I wandered the streets with a Charlton
Holding a skull
So now I ask of you
Don’t wish to see what I do
Those rainbows
Are forgotten pasts | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/18/2009 2:47:40 PM | death will lay the table
but life has not obeyed,
no darkness in the garden,
where the real children played,
hate and envy has no home in innocent laughter,
this is poetic fact,
babels children and their masters,
will pay to see their back,
knights of bronze lead the way,
armed with the hands of time,
through every inch of the land,
to keep the dream alive. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/18/2009 4:51:01 PM | to keep the dream alive
perhaps something a once great leader orated
you could be president so I've been told since 5
but trying to make peace might be over-rated
many men have tried
many men have died
still without dreams ,there is no hope, and without hope,there is no peace | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/18/2009 5:40:38 PM | without hope, there is no peace
a stasis with no caprice
a sheep removed from her fleece
is a queen without her pelisse
the vigor to act on a dream
when the outcome can't be seen
as a salmon bucking the stream
to a pool she never has been | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/18/2009 6:41:16 PM | to a pool she never has been
where the water is kind of green
no one wears sutis
no rubber boots
no toques or mittens it seems
this may all be a bad dream | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/18/2009 6:58:50 PM | this may all be a bad dream
escaping the examination
running from the men in white coats
trying to lash me to a pendulum
with rubber tubes
towards a propeller
escaping in the backseat
of a car with no driver
trying not to crash
skidding into a curve
steering with bamboo poles
lashed to my ankles
trying like hell
to not become an inkblot | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/18/2009 7:23:59 PM | to not become an inkblot
to become who i am met to be
the world is an interest place
if i open my eyes to see
experiencing each moment
with my friends by my side
enjoying each minute we're give
oh baby, what a ride!!! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/18/2009 8:23:21 PM | Oh baby, what a ride!!!
she said at the end of the slide
30 feet up she thought too high
but she held her breath
and away did fly!
"I'll do it again, you come to"
so he held her tight
and boy they flew!
Meeting the bottom,
they rolled on each other,
the look of longing in their eyes
and sliding gave new meaning
late in the evening,
on silk sheets to glide
The exclamation, at this beginning
was said that night once more...
then, the thrill of slipping on slides
no longer held much lore...
For the height they now fell
from their love and love's spell
gave them a much better thrill
...than any slide-ride ever will! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/19/2009 3:58:36 AM | The lights go out as the muse wanders astray
The phone goes dead for there's nuthin' to say
He loved and honored but couldn't obey
He's a rebel without a clause
perplexed at the scoreboard, somewhere he lost track
recycling words from the greeting card rack
If he swallowed his pride he could find his way back
but that would be his laws
His frets are a-frey and his sixth string has snapped
He lost his dreams at the last place he napped
On the road free, but his insides are trapped
He escapes to find that he is there
Past purple mountains and ember wave
inflicting torture for things long forgave
squashed by oppression of a self indentured slave
wrestling thistle in his untended ploughshare | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/19/2009 5:22:33 AM | wrestling thistle in his untended ploughshare
a fairy flies past him but then isn't there
giving up wrestling he wonders where
he last saw his 12 string gibson guitar
so into the cabin he strides
determined to play those riffs and glides
but straight into a bear he finds sitting there
looking quite comfy in his fireside chair
thinking who spiked the coffee that morning
especially naughty without any warning
then remembers he sampled his organic meadow
smiling cuz this bear seems to be a friendly fellow
so he goes to put on the kettle
really feeling quite mellow
and offers his guest a footrest
laughter escaping at his own jest....
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/20/2009 6:45:16 AM | laughter escaping at his own jest
the fool cartwheeled before the king
he made rude noises and did protest
indeed he tried most everything
but in times of war
uneasy lies the head that wears the crown
and questioning what's it all for
the rising up and the falling down
his pallid face in the looking glass
the queen ,the court,and the guest
when death owns a seat at the table
simple renderings are best
to end this modern day old fable | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/20/2009 7:49:12 AM | to end this modern day old fable
they cleared the crap off the table
climbed up on top
went flip-flop
then pealed off the beer bottle lable
would the legs stay in place
with all that lack of grace
the wiggles and moans
the broken cell phones
after all that squishy face
now last call has been done
its sure was a lot of fun
the owner says time to run
so move your sticky buns
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/20/2009 2:48:17 PM | He ,cur sed." I'm no ty our b, r ,o
so he spaced
and unevenly was ted
hi shumbe li nes
in or DER 2 ma keany cents
it wa still hard..er 2 réd | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/20/2009 8:15:09 PM | it was still harder 2 réd
harder to bleed
as my soul oozed the dawn
thoughts twirl in my head
oh how i wish i were dead
baby, it won't be long... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/20/2009 8:53:54 PM | baby it won't be long
until the semester & baseball are GONE
for the day for a year
hang tight, have no fear
exhausted. drained...elvis has left the building
want to sleep for a year
but second summer semester is near
eyeing me loftily as it schemes to force good grades | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/21/2009 1:07:54 PM | eyeing me loftily as it schemes to force good grades
that new robotic stand-in mesmerizes behind the shades
gray and blue mixed with you and me on the Salton Sea
tattooed true to that page they wrote for free
its true when the crying eyes see nothing to glue
staples and clips have made do
until papers fly in hot sultry wind generators aftershock
only the man standing alone on that dock
letting his old rolls rock
can block that unnatural force
stay the course
get back on the horse with a sigh
to ride away from those devil eyes | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/22/2009 10:37:02 AM | to ride away from those devil eyes
rising out of the sea
their gaze fell clearly upon my thighs
so I gallopped away quickly....
yet fear was mixed with curiosity
so I turned around to see
those eyes were still following me
now with a hint of mockery.... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/22/2009 3:28:25 PM | Now with a hint of mockery...
the wildlife chitters and cries
and there I see the crow mocking me
with a glean in his eye
with one hard push of his wings,
shoots up into the air
cawing at me, mocking me
daring me to follow | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/22/2009 5:41:36 PM | daring me to follow
she wagged an eager finger
inside I was hollow
but still temptation did linger
for the warm rain refreshed the skin
and her smile did lighten me
so to the door i did begin
and I did not really see
the harm in catching raindrops on my tongue | |
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