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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/3/2009 8:22:30 PM | see it too ??,strain ur inner vision for a new clarity,,,,,,,so u can see the scent of a tan bikini line fresh off the beach,,,,,,,,,so u can see whats between the sun and the sea,,,,,,,as u inhale it into ur lungs,,,,,,,see it too?? the blood rushing through her veins as u passionately kiss...... see the angels breath on the devils tongue......focus harder,,,,,their is a 4th dimension of existence,,,,few can expereince he gift,,,,,,,,,bu he chosen few,,,read bween the lines,,,,,,,see their reflection in ur soul,,,,,,,feel ur heartbeat a million miles away ,,,,,,,,,time stands still and we breathe,,,,,slowly,,,,,cherishing the awareness of breath,,,,,,,,it goes in and out of our lungs,,,,,with no concioues thought or effort on our part,,,,,,,,there is a miralce taking place every minute every second,,,,,,i can feel them, i can see them,,,,,,,,when 2 hearts beat as one,whena soldier dies for our freedom to stay home on independence day and play on a dating site,,,,,its a miracle
see it too? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/3/2009 8:54:46 PM | see it too?
the essence of life
waves rolling to shore
at the break of dawn
moment in time
forever held in my heart | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/3/2009 9:37:12 PM | forever held in my heart
are the times I was held by my love
the sound of his voice
the touch of his hand
strong fingers
releasing all the knots
just under the skin
firm pressure
his soft whispers
'softest skin'
'I'll be yours forever' ...
There is no forever ....
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/3/2009 9:39:57 PM | there is no forever?!
oh yes there is
it comes from belief & faith
holding hands on the path
holding hearts as we pray
laughter bubbling over from children
once again saving our day
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/3/2009 9:55:15 PM | laughter, bubbling over from children
once again saving our day
putting it all into prospective
the things that matter
the many things that don’t
put on a scales
the unconditional love of a child
out weighs the madness of a mother’s cross
get down on the floor
eye to eye
it doesn’t matter who blinks first
touching a bit of heaven
in a smile. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/3/2009 9:58:28 PM | in a smile
i see the world
swirling forever in your eyes
the rhythm of the sea
beats in your heart
my love for you
floats into my dreams
forever | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/3/2009 10:16:54 PM | my love for you
floats into my dreams
forever
as the mist rises to meet the dawn
in each tiny droplet of water
I see your eyes
dancing into me
Picking me up and tossing fear away
My love all I ask
Allow me to be me. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/4/2009 2:41:40 AM | allow me to be me...
who else could I be?
if I try and be you
won't you know, hopefully,
I'm not being authentically me....
or at least I will know
it's all for show
and won't feel right, you know....
but, really, how can I be any other?
when I breathe it's my energy
pumping through my body....
when I speak, it's my voice I hear....
when I listen, it can only be through my ears....
when I think, it is my brain reacting here....
when I dance, it's my body moving in air....
'allow me to be me'
in all the knooks and crannies,
as a young child or elderly granny.....
I ask again...who else could I possibly be?
is there someone foreign invading me?
I know, obviously,
you do not mean it so literally....
you mean, perhaps,
allow all of me to be.....
you mean, perhaps,
please see me free of your subjectivity....
please see me free of your projections.....
please see me free of your personality....
please try and see me for who I am
as I will try and do the same....
and while I am being me
I ask only that you also be you too....
genuinely and completely
so I can see the essence of you....
so I can see your beauty
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/4/2009 9:46:19 AM | so I can see your beauty
so I can relax and feast my heart upon you
laughing at all your jokes
your smile stopping time
your eyes .....
I get lost in your eyes
when you reach out for an embrace
there's nowhere else I'd rather be | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/4/2009 2:37:31 PM | there's nowhere else I'd rather be
than living in this moment
a sliver of eternity
the shiver that goes through me
as I comprehend my destiny
minute and microscopic
my outlook is myopic
I forget I'm just a jog
in the universal log
and maybe I existed
to propagate the brilliance
of one of my descendants
is there purpose to existence
do we ever get the knowledge
of our piece in the collage?
in the cosmic decoupage
our faded photograph peers out
before the final fade-out | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/4/2009 11:18:56 PM | she faced her cancer with courage not a pout
knew what life and death was all about
knew where she was going
when her time come
when your going home
all you want to do is run  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/5/2009 4:22:24 AM | when you're going home all you want to do is run
knowing you're finally finished with your initiation
you've finally passed the earth school education
proudly and humbly taking your place at graduation
this moment filled with mystification
and welcome anticipation
ecstasy filling you completely
as you release your soul from body
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/5/2009 5:01:54 AM | as you release your soul from body
the tethers of the senses hold a gentle sway
and lovely now, without attachment
show that technicolor grandeur of an ordinary day
beyond these words, or greed for explanation
pure as any image dreamed
release too, from a million concepts and assumptions
then will all narrations cease
and then in wordless perfect wonder, perfect peace | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/5/2009 7:05:38 AM | in wordless perfect wonder,
perfect peace just may blunder
across your imperfect mind
leaving you amazingling kind
as all those gathered round
don't even see the ground
walked in silent awe
from empathy you draw | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/5/2009 8:28:07 AM | from empathy you draw
another from the deck
a pity ya never saw
that you'd crash and wreck
the full house
because of the inside straight
and royally flushed, ya louse
so ya tried to compensate
with an Ace up yer sleeve | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/5/2009 3:48:59 PM | my restless spirit awakens slowly,
soft ocean breezes promise safety.
I search for courage then take a deep breath,
whispering grasses cool my bare feet.
a crow’s dry cackle judges my first step.
I ignore their voices, they don't speak truth.
my journey takes me down a winding path,
with butterscotch sunshine warming my skin.
wild beach awaits; waves crashing onshore,
I'm home again for a moment this time. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/7/2009 4:28:59 AM | I'm home again for a moment this time
Inside Myself
soul is home for me
My chance to be
Truer...
Wiser.. braver .. free
The only way to calm my troubled seas....
Has got to come from me
NoTime or space
not one of these moments will go to waste | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/7/2009 8:59:17 AM | [fission was skipped over with .... circle's .... from I don't know where]
with an Ace up yer sleeve
confidence smiles
who will believe
after the trials
I've walked for miles to watch the show
now with style and lights aglow
they sashay with twirls and pasty grace
plastic chain wrapped around starved waist
bulimic cheeks with painted look
its as if they fell out of a book | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/7/2009 3:03:31 PM | Its as if they fell out of a book
do not know their place upon a page
that I had placed them on a shelf
to gather dust and left to age
they do not know their place within the story,
not the one that I had told
I did not know that they claimed heartspace
or the sureness of their hold
that they awaited resurection
silent yes, but never gone
they are the space between the verses
they are the chorus to the song | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/7/2009 3:09:30 PM | as if they fell out of a book
the fallen angels at my feet
i take it all quite calmly
like it was meant to be
i dont get excited much
i take it all in stide
today a fallen angel begs
tomorrow she will lie
i show how to spread her wings
in the light of a full moon
and tell she can fly now
as i sang this little tune
"angel once so pure
angel once so fair
the heavens can endure
1 more angel if u dare
so fly now sweet angel
back to where u belong
remember me always
and sing our little song"
like a miracle she flew
into the moon beam that night
i watched fly away
till she was out of sight
then one night she came to me
in a crazy little dream
she told me everything is not
exactly what it seems
she said ive seen how u treat women
its not how u treated me
women are gods angels
love them as u loved me
i woke up the next morning
and my sheets were damp with sweat
and what my angel told me
i will never forget | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/7/2009 3:10:32 PM | as if they fell out of a book
the fallen angels at my feet
i take it all quite calmly
like it was meant to be
i dont get excited much
i take it all in stide
today a fallen angel begs
tomorrow she will lie
i show how to spread her wings
in the light of a full moon
and tell she can fly now
as i sang this little tune
"angel once so pure
angel once so fair
the heavens can endure
1 more angel if u dare
so fly now sweet angel
back to where u belong
remember me always
and sing our little song"
like a miracle she flew
into the moon beam that night
i watched fly away
till she was out of sight
then one night she came to me
in a crazy little dream
she told me everything is not
exactly what it seems
she said ive seen how u treat women
its not how u treated me
women are gods angels
love them as u loved me
i woke up the next morning
and my sheets were damp with sweat
and what my angel told me
i will never forget | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/7/2009 5:46:28 PM | Take their last grasps
hold them to your chest
waning waves of wonder
recede toward final rest
transgressions and obsessions
float up like lost balloons
a deep long sleep now beckons
bring on the baleful basoons | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/8/2009 1:55:53 PM | [a patch job this time]
the chorus to the song brings on the baleful bassoons
while all along the crowd gently swoons
thinking of the past or filled with nothingness
we know it won't last but it sure could impress
the lyric in tune with a catch phrase cliché
scatters the gloom in a hypnotic sway
waves of emotion packed fifty rows deep
played with devotion that you know is for keeps
look out I'm coming get out of the way
you don't want to see or be covered in spray
as my engine is racing along this highway
we all may be facing the end of the play
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/8/2009 2:26:12 PM | We all may be facing the end of the play
Toady cried out at the end of the day
racing the shiny red motor car with no care
for only he would dare
splashing through puddles
his manuevering befuddles
even the most careful driver
wheels and deals to veer
out of the way
breezing through
a tall tale read one day
enchanting new eyes of blue
Abraham rembers not
stories recited of "Wind and the Willows" | |
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