| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/28/2009 9:07:04 AM | comes for free
Priceless heart
with a special bonus
added integrity
you'll notice
that it is not for sale
to the highest bidder
or some how looking for a baby sitter
slightly used
needs a little work done
not a quite a vintage model
yet packed full of fun
after all it's special
and you might be the one
batteries not included
something better inside
truth and heart
with a little romance
thrown in
not looking for a lease
or some kind of buy back program
Take it forever nurture it
Watch it grow
comes for free
yet not for a limited time
you cannot rush order it
must be willing to take some time
something so rare
for there can be only one | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/28/2009 11:02:20 AM | there can be only one
and that can't be undone
undo it and find
no piece of mind
tie the knot and cinch it up tight
or dark and lonesome will treat you unkind
bone lonely and bare
to the world's harsh glare
or so fine
with the one you dine
footsies under the table with curling toes
a nice square number your feet and mine
polygons playing on the parquet
of the dance floor as of one we sashay
one step to the left
so fluid and deft
leaning back on my arm and beaming up charm
belonging more beautiful than bare and bereft | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/28/2009 11:56:45 AM | belonging more beautiful than bare & bereft
standing in the forest
sunlight glistening on pine needles
tiny creatures scurrying past
peace of mind coming in clear
silence empowering
clearing thoughts scattered night
smiling as shade dances over my face | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/28/2009 12:39:10 PM | smiling as shade
dances over my face
taking a break
from the pace
of the race...
I was off kilter
stillness and filter,
dazzle and dapple
canopied valance
restoring my balance
transcending tension
with cool, verdant scent
urgent hectic mood unbending
nascent inner peace
descending | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/28/2009 4:53:52 PM | Descending night
Silhouettes in the moon light
As she peeks out the window
flashes of her life
Is she happy or is she sad
does she feel good or does she feel bad | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/28/2009 8:22:16 PM | Answers may not come at all
and will not be missed
or pondered like some remnant
of some day that's passed
but questioning she will peer
and hopefull she might see
and leave what might have been
and seek for what might be | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/28/2009 9:12:29 PM | There may be no end
to the stars up above
In his eyes I see love
my heart beat is racing
cant sleep , I am pacing | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/29/2009 6:28:08 AM | My can is about to blow
left sitting on the shelf too long
contents have gone bad
nothing to do but
get rid of it
start a new batch
even with organic ingredients
they have to be digested
to be of any benefit | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/29/2009 5:16:02 PM | must be spread
you know
what? 2 do
I just can't
stand haiku
givemesomethingwitharhymeoratleastmorethanthreeevillines  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/29/2009 5:51:00 PM | stand haiku
upon it's head it is the same
17 syllables, all in 3 lines
no needed rhyme
or twisted lines
it hints at truth sometimes sublime
a picture framed yet it can bring
the halo of some deeper thing | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/29/2009 8:02:59 PM | The Halo of some deeper thing
Deep thoughts they are mine
Dare to read through them carefully
I am sure that you will find
The answers to your questions
who am I | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/29/2009 10:44:24 PM | Presently thee has forsaken thy moment of peace
tis not what you please
at least
some priest of past repentance
portrayed invasive sentence
into creative past tense
now deceased | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/29/2009 11:24:30 PM | now deceased,
but then still speaks
and hearing petulant regret
I resurect that notion of fidelity
that peculiar virtue
of all about to be
betrayed and played as fool
yet despite that proof
and prides protest
I'll not regret that love was given rule | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/29/2009 11:41:47 PM | I'll not regret that love was given rule
not once but many times
across the ass of a fool
looking in the corner of a darkened room
with hope of what you'll find
beyond dust bunny gloom
entwined with doom
a tool of mind
needing a reliable broom | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/30/2009 3:39:23 AM | needing a reliable broom
to come and clean this wounded room
living in the heart of all creation
grown in the gloom of devastation
when money and greed became an obsession
destroying the creed of humanitarianism
needing a reliable fork
to come and dig out the poisoned part
so we can ignite a new bright spark
healing all those with a broken heart
needing a reliable rake
to smooth the curse of our mistake
when we lost the path overgrown with hate
and return to the truth of all we create
needing a reliable spoon
to scoop us together so we're in tune
gathering in one huge no-walled room
and all together we will heal each other
and all together we can heal our earth
for her beauty has always been our real Self-worth
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/30/2009 3:48:28 AM | needing a reliable broom
to sweep away the past
bad memories were cast
away outside the room
vacant now,clean and pure
with plenty of room for love in store
he looks up into the night time shy
and finds a star burning bright
he makes a wish for her to dwell
with him forever in a spell
a potient is what he will need
so on his love she must feed
an apple appeared from no where
he laughs,well this has been done before
a little role reversal,a payback of a sort
and he convinces her to eat it
and as she takes a bite
there was a litle spell he baegan to reciet
make me the food she needs to cherish and behold
and then she turned around and kissed him
but as the stories told,she began to nibble on his arm
in a cute little way
and then started biting deeper
so be careful what u pray
and as his prayer was answered
she devoured is very soul
so now he's deep within her
and that was his only goal | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/30/2009 9:06:51 AM | and that was his only goal
illuminated a mirrored soul
the truth to be told
open mind
open soul
she is out of control | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/30/2009 9:09:15 AM | that was his only goal
to expose the wound
and heal the soul
remembering
we are bleeding
remembering
we need feeding
remembering
we need loving
remembering
we is everyone and
all means everything
inside, outside
above and below
the moon, stars and sun
ahhh....
she is out of control
stress took her soul
running with illusion
trapped in confusion
she needs to really let go
and in the silence listen to
her inner guidance system
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/30/2009 1:24:18 PM | the moon, stars and sun
her inner guidance system
betrayed by clouds in her mind
but we still had fun
she liked when I kissed 'em
only thing to do was treat her kind | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/30/2009 2:44:03 PM | only thing to do was treat her kind
life hadn't always treated him so
recognizing kindred souls
woven together with heart strings
whispering in the wind | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/30/2009 3:46:35 PM | whispering in the wind
Love calls to me
Softly it will be
A love so strong and true
A love I want to give to you
I think he knows, because he sees
I wear my heart out on my sleeve | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/30/2009 5:30:29 PM | I wear my heart out on my sleeve
still, and knowing from what has been,
the price of caution is to not beleive,
and not risk the hurt that may be again,
He is no fool who risks what he cannot keep
to gain what he cannot buy
Love will go where it is sent,
and there are tears in a life well spent | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/30/2009 5:53:17 PM | and there are tears in a life well spent
those times still carry weight in my thoughts
the 'remember whens ... and the why nots?'
the children's births
and for what it's worth,
I'd do it all again .... | |
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