| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2009 2:52:20 AM | Who is the catcher of the rhymes?
Its just seems a bit to confusing
mixed up with delusion
But it is how I express
when in distress
words written in lines of rhyme
The past, present and for all of time | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2009 4:51:52 AM | The past, the present, and for all of time
link forever in our minds
this rule of three, this total state
is to the world how we relate
in our body, heart, and mind
another rule of three we find
so choose your deed with some great care
it echoes in time when others stare | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2009 8:41:36 AM | it echoes in time when others stare
whatever I wear here or there
care or careless
I must confess
some distress washes across the now
just before questioning how to ignore
these boring reflections of vows
so easily undone
in the persuit of fun
one must at times run
reacting to that starting gun
some freeze
feeling the breeze of competition filling lungs
trying to please everyone
forgetting the mindless way
all the best play
passes the day
thinking of it all as work
turns anyone into a jerk | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2009 12:36:28 PM | Turns anyone into a jerk
Waiting on the clerk
Your next
I am blessed
First from last
You are it
Try to quit
A silent lamb
Never passed
To The front
Or Called
To the Hunt
Telling a Bald
Face Lie
Puts U
Under foot
And For U
They Do Not Cry
But Give the Boot | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2009 5:30:15 PM | but give the boot
to trepidation, and grant no quarter to regret,
recall instead anticipation,
And asked if beaten,
say not yet,
no heart can thrive on timid hesitation,
no passion burns when quenched by fear
For love is never seeking harbor,
it seeks the wind to fill the sails
it is not bound to shallow waters
and we are told, it never fails | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2009 5:43:18 PM | and we are told it never fails
but love fails and life
fails
and falls to the side
But we must not dwell on the fallen for
the night is but a whisper and the day will
come soon, | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2009 5:56:04 PM | come soon
summer is in full swing
parties planned for the fouth all up and down the river
bring your thirst for adventure
and hey,
you may want to schedule a few extra days off when you go back home
a vacation from your vacation    | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2009 8:44:12 PM | Sans the scriptures of storied sensation
for history is written by the winner...
he lost himself and his lover in a war with too many meanings
and yet with no meaning at all
he learned to see the world
as a fragile enigmatic shell
beyond which there was
no Author nor Creator
or if there was one
it was lost
in the noise of
too many opinions
of a centerless world
constructed of perimeters
lost in his own periphery
and if there was a center
he was screwed
locked in his geo-stationary orbit
fading into the edges
of a cool blue world
a warrior in war paint
riding into the darkness
that he had become
pledging blood
for the ghost of a nation
heading to the edge
of an unknown world
with sunken eyes that will not see
the world quite right again
gazing across the prairie
into the last lost shadows
into a cool blue world
then into the nothingness
(and to think that i am actually in a good mood!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/1/2009 9:14:01 PM | then into the nothingness
we appear
soul full of memories
loneliness is vast
perhaps an eternity
have you stored
enough love
to fill that void? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/2/2009 3:58:54 AM | have you stored enough love to fill that void
or are you grateful that there is room for more
have you surrendered to your vulnerabilities
or have you found in them new possibilities
do you trudge the road seeking one soulmate
or do you see mystical beauty in all life
do you judge your insides to the outsides of others
or are you awed by the accomplishments of your own journey
do you turn your head from disease and depravity
or do you see in it an opportunity for service
do you think that emptiness has no purpose
or does it propel you to forge new connections
have you stored enough love to fill that void
or is it through today's giving that you may stay full | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/2/2009 5:29:22 AM | have u stored enough love to fill that void
or is it thru todays giving that u may stay full
we cant say full on yesterdays bread
so stop the circles in ur head
from going round and round and round
keep ur feet planted on the ground
ur heart ur soul the blood in ur veins
will seek out joy where none remains
and all the silly games u play
are to seek out more joy every day
but there is only one who can give u grace
and wipe the eardrops from u r face
in his hands ur heart is safe
it will never b in a better place | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/2/2009 7:40:56 AM | it will never b in a better place
it may come at some awkward time
it will install a silly smile on your face
it will inspire you to rhyme
and do many a silly thing
that you would otherwise thought better of
and what is this that makes you sing?
well poets know it a thing called ..love? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/2/2009 9:30:10 AM | well poets know it a thing called ..love?
Love are the notes he plays
strums on his quitar
Love the emotion
that consumes his heart
a soft melody
For two hearts to dance
together as one | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/2/2009 9:32:25 AM | well poets know it a thing called ..love?
Love are the notes he plays
while he strums on his quitar
Love the emotion
that consumes his heart
a soft melody
For two hearts to dance
together as one | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/2/2009 11:02:55 AM | Together as one,
At a moment in time,
When the heat in our blood,
Releases a flood,
Dissolving each soul,
Crystallizing us whole.
But fragile and fleeting,
The two hearts now beating,
To the rhythm of passion,
Soon exhaust all their ration.
There's no way to lengthen,
This brief grasp on Heaven,
It slips out and away,
Like the last light of day.
Being together as one,
Was a moment sublime. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/2/2009 11:08:07 AM | together as one
we now stand alone
where is the fun
when your a drone
who holds the gun
as you pick up the bone
tossed just to keep you alive
while they thrive
sharing the wealth through bribes
extorting new young brides
sending the husbands for a long ride
maybe never to return
knowing so well how little he earns
with a need that burns
how can he feed the whole brood
so when offered he drops that lude
forgets for a time
unconscious of the crime
snorts another line
while the grand design is fulfilled
their champain is properly chilled
so they toast to the boozers
the perpetual losers
that let them be the first choosers
taking all that seems good in this world
leaves little else to be hurled
between the masses
spewing poisonous gasses
to be shared by all classes
as the parchment of profit is curled
a realization unfurled
you can't take it with you
nomatter how you try
so use it while you have it
before it passes you bye | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/2/2009 7:38:57 PM | before it passes u by
before u let slip through ur hands
before ur heart grows to cold
to be warmed by the touch
before being alone becomes comfortable
go and kiss a fool
to remember the taste of a kiss
go walk hand in hand
to feel a love embrace
go slow dance in the rain
and dont care what anyone thinks
go make out on the e train
in the middle of the night
we are not to old
to be that young
lest we foget.................... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/2/2009 8:07:39 PM | lest we forget
the spark needs a fuse
lest we forget
the poet needs his muse
lest we forget
the train can come off the track
lest we forget
the monkey on our back
lest we forget
there's a heaven and a hell
lest we forget
the soul we had to sell
lest we forget
there's danger in the street
lest we forget
when two strangers glances meet | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/2/2009 10:01:57 PM | when two strangers glances meet
anything can happen....
they might continue on their way
a little smile now to help their day....
they might keep looking
seeing a familiarity
or perhaps they might look away....
they might decide to try and speak
but find they have nothing to say...
they might not be able to stop looking...
not being able to break the gaze....
drawn to stay connected
as if the other was their beloved
and this time they will choose to stay..... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/3/2009 12:23:42 AM | and this time they will choose to stay.....
or like before they will simply go away
melting into the past while your busy creating the future
someone wrote yesterday to the effect of .... it's ok to have a hole in your heart
'cause now you can fill it with love, or whatever you want to fill it with.
I think that was Joro .... doesn't matter who really who wrote it I guess ...
I will never forget how those words changed my life.
So thank you for yet another life lesson.
((It was Joro ... here ... post number #5769 ... it really touched me ... thank you Joro)) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/3/2009 2:11:30 AM | so thank you for yet another life lesson
I can feel deep pain I've been carryin' lessen
for something you said did an alteration
in how I've been seeing my alienation
allowing me to release my identification
with a subject of my strongest dissatisfaction
where I thought there had been a serious infraction
of our basic need for our soul's protection
when now I realize it was all an invitation
to take the next step in Spirit's initiation
feeling the blessing of forgiveness and compassion | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/3/2009 8:16:34 AM | (Thanks sunshine, but...)
feeling the blessing of forgiveness and compassion
is open to any empty vessel
and while the words may have been mine this time
the grace, ideas, and wisdom are gifts
handed down from human ancestors
when the time is right
for i know it is not upon me alone
that darkness has ever been thrown
nor in the grand scheme
are thoughts and deeds
anything but meagre
utterances of redundant readiness | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/3/2009 8:21:59 AM | utteranaces of reduntant readiness
happiness swirling around me
enjoying being a part of a greater family
and being half of a couple
realizing there is ALOT of brain consuming work involved
in doing paper after paper
tests back to back
each class equaling a week's worth
(Look! It's some of my favorite peeps!
Happy 4th, you guys!)
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/3/2009 8:31:59 AM | each class equaling a week's worth
of crap I learned in high school
grinning and filled with mirth
it's a wonder I can think at all
don' wanna be a wanna be ghoul
I just hang pictures on my wall
cause it gives me the greens of summer
and nice bright colors
marching from the other drummer
sepia toned,washed out,duller
my apalogies to Paul Simon | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/3/2009 9:57:32 AM | my apologies to Paul Simon
haven't listened to his tunes in forever
that's a part of life ... long forgotten
new drummer now days
the children know how to groove
babies holding up their diapers
can't control bodies natural beat | |
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