| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/22/2009 6:44:00 PM | the harm in catching raindrops on my tongue
is you don't know where dat rain's been
and I didnt see no vapor transpirate
and scientists discovered some new kind of cloud
I read it on the internet
and theres a river that flows uphill
and the frogs are becoming hermaphrodites
which they say indicates sumthin' 'bout
the drippings and grounds that stream
into the catchbasin as usual | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/22/2009 9:42:26 PM | Catch me if you can
I'm slightly irrational
If you can catch me
haiku unintentional
no more words
my tongue is disfunctional
tasting sweet seduction
from your lips so sensational
hungrily devouring
and yet hesita.......tional
ignite my desire
base and instictual
rapt and released
climactic and celestial | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/23/2009 1:49:09 AM | climactic and celestial
seeing from the angels' view
we are here trying desperately
to be all that we think we need to be
but they know we are distracted obviously
with the ego's lies of extreme pride and vanity
altering our real purpose and taking us off course
from honouring the divine unity of humanity
so the angels are everywhere to help us see
our illusion of separation stops our unity
and alters our reality much too greatly
so join with them is my earnest plea
so we can be all that we truly be
so we too can see the beauty
and essence of our unity | |
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Posted: 6/23/2009 9:39:46 PM | essence of our unity
spirit of our being
such questions
confuse my mind
is it really freeing
such thoughts
take me places
far away from here
i prefer this moment
this moment is really here | |
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Posted: 6/23/2009 9:55:59 PM | this moment is really here
where i go shrieking into the hills
hair & clothes aflame
pushed over the edge by an evil math book
will i ever be the same?
writing dayum arkansas history papers until morning's wee hour
feeling sure i look more like the famously actioned picture of Einstein
than any delicate flower
 
(first summer semester will leave the building thursday-can i get an amen from the choir?) | |
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Posted: 6/24/2009 3:15:16 AM | Knowing that your mind is an ever-ending mutation
is like watching silent deadly confrontation
tanks and flowers in Tiananmen square
volume down but picture there
life itself some time surreal
allows us to contact what we feel
and words themselves do not reveal
the outcome of the peaceful deal | |
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Posted: 6/24/2009 4:05:11 AM | the outcome of the peaceful deal
is anything here really real?
we seem to play our parts with glee
while pain and sorrow pour forth desperately
as if they need a place to haunt
our hearts are where they seem to taunt
with the sadder ways are minds are caught
believing all is real should not be taught
well done jujub!!! bravo!!!! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/24/2009 4:36:32 AM | believing all is real should not be taught
with smoke and mirrors all can bought
as newspapers print only the truth
as understood by rising youth
we need to read between the lines
if we wish to this thing define
as hope will someday surely die
if we believe that liars always lie
Ah..I feel in devilish mood today..... | |
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Posted: 6/24/2009 5:33:57 AM | if we believe liars will always lie
never asking the question 'why'
and seek to find only the truth
as we did in the midst of our fragile youth
if we forget this moment right now and here
while slipping away all the years
and spend too much time in our silly ol' heads
no matter what happens will all be dead
(dru...so wonderful to see your reemerge!...and i love your devilish mood!!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/24/2009 7:59:27 AM | no matter what happens
will all be dead
not with a miracle
some have said
the end must come
some times with a fizzle
much like rain
often we get drizzle
the flowers do love it
its a break from the sun
they can get burnt
like that spot top yer bum
leaning over
for a bit too long
playing in the garden
singing old songs | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/24/2009 9:02:35 AM | Singing old songs
I will forever be
a mischieveous bad old penny
a rolling stone crashes and burns
cos ya just dont want to learn
Some of us run forward
when others run away
this to us the game to play
one day I know I will hesitate
and that moment will seal my fate
and if you would but offer gabriel a prayer
I'll gatecrash heaven while he's not there
make some noise that is so loud
it'll knock em all off their cloud
finally to hear the alarm bell
as they kick my butt back into hell | |
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Posted: 6/24/2009 10:28:52 AM | As they kick my butt back into hell
my head doth ache, and seems to swell
full of lust for the stars above.
I hide inside -a wounded dove.
Awaiting my fate, singing do wop do wop
do you wanna come out tonight?
Not on your life - o' come on - just stop
For us there are no stars in sight | |
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Posted: 6/24/2009 11:18:51 AM | For us there are no stars in sight
as we sail away, far from shore
we followed the sun, ever westward into the horizon
until nothing but inky darkness met with watery darkness
the moon, a spotlight on our vessel | |
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Posted: 6/24/2009 12:25:55 PM | the moon, a spotlight on our vessel
a string of sparkles on distant shore
waves topping foam lit by mast top lights
reckoning with the dead gone this way before
beating into a wind unforgiving and cold
two reefs in the main still a strain
the calm Cape Cod canal behind us
far ahead the shores of Maine
standing solo at the helm I shiver
precious cargo down below
charting bearings and shouting them upward
as the hull lurches to and fro
to turn around would risk a breach
only way is to push on through the night
morning sun will be a welcome one
until then I am filled with fright
deck is awash in iridescent foam
walls of water make a strobe of the moon
and find ways through my sweat soaked slicker
good morning can't arrive too soon
(one of the most frightening nights of my life) | |
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Posted: 6/24/2009 1:55:43 PM | good morning can't arrive too soon
for this night does not feel right
when the ship's the only thing in sight
the blackness of the sea
suggests the darkest destiny....
the crew seems to have abandoned me
drinking their dark rum brew below
soon they'll be fast asleep and free
while I am the only one taking responsiblity...
i pray the angels arrive to guide me
and bring this ship home to safety | |
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Posted: 6/24/2009 2:18:06 PM | and bring this ship home to safety
before i raise the white flag
above my heart
and state
i will not fall in love
ever
bring this ship that is hope
in with the tide of life
before i close my eyes with nothingness
sail safely in the arms of all that is grand
all that i desire
safely into the arms of love | |
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Posted: 6/24/2009 7:09:22 PM | safely into the arms of love
she fell hopelessy
a free fall like no other
knowing he would be there to catch her
a warm smile, a loving embrace
she can still smell his cologne
on her pillow
silently she screems
trying not to act like a teenager
but he makes her feel sixteen again
she giggles,bites the pillow and kicks her feet up and down
he isnt even in the car yet
and she text messages him
omg i think i luv u
and the little girls is alive again | |
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Posted: 6/24/2009 8:51:10 PM | and the little girl is alive again,
you can see her when I laugh,
and even through my tears.
Though I may age I may never grow-up.
Let's go play on the swings! | |
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Posted: 6/24/2009 10:32:35 PM | Let's go play on the swings
and dabble in childish things
swim in the brook with the fish
and fly on buterfly wings
Let's play on the teeter-totter
and do things we aint oughta'
hang out at the beach all day
and skips stones across the water
Oh let's slip down the slide
and laugh with our mouths open wide
remember when we was just kids
and time realy was on our side | |
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Posted: 6/25/2009 12:44:39 AM | And time really was on our side
playing all day floating on angels wings
but now we run, and try to hide
attempts to avoid the rocks while the siren sings
Never have i averted my eyes
crying out to you a thousand times
as the jagged rocks come closer fueled by the thousand lies
lies propelled and covered up in these useless rhymes
Time and time again i narrowly avoid devestation
cause you see through the bullshit
beginning the healing and recreation
recreation of a man from a mere misfit | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/25/2009 4:15:32 AM | recretion of a man from a mere misfit
every womans job it seems
to take the man she has
and make him the man of her dreams
to teach him how to love
soft and slow
to make him pick up his socks
to tell her what she knows
to be the one she turns to
when she has had an awful day
to be the companion
when she wants to go out and play
she teach him how to trust her
each and every day
and just when he learns his lessons well
she'll turn and walk away | |
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Posted: 6/25/2009 6:57:43 AM | she'll turn and walk away
just like she done before
she'll walk away and turn
as she dances across the floor
she left like only yesterday
but maybe it was many a day more
she'll return and walk back to me
just so she can leave again
she's always on the move
never to be pinned down
she's always got her groove
and I am feeling I may drown
she's just a little girl
she's just my only daughter | |
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Posted: 6/25/2009 9:37:39 AM | She's just my only daughter
She went away to start a new life
Then a man asked her to be his wife
maybe someday soon
I will get to see her again
I will throw my arms around her
my daughter my best friend.... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/25/2009 4:59:22 PM | My daughter my best friend
Recalling treasured days
Of fairytale pretend
Youll always be my princess
Nomatter how the other fables end
A noble steed couldnt carry you far enough away
To separate the two of us
How the stories of old betray
The truth that is your beauty
Your beauty is the essence of all truth
Some things cant merely be measured
By the sweet heartbeat of youth
Love transcends the turning
of another page in time
Our love lives on forever
A mother daughter dance sublime | |
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Posted: 6/25/2009 6:20:37 PM | why she lied if no one truly dies
but live on in dedications and memories
small slabs of stone in green kept lawns
but as soon as you are born
you either start living or not
the sun shines and the wind blows
as you slumber in your plot
but inevitably we are dust
and we furnish the desire for other living things to arise | |
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