| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/8/2009 2:30:07 PM | we all may be facing the end of the play
knowing we really can't keep going on this way....
gathering more than we could possibly need
wasting our resources when millions have nothing to feed.....
children and elders and mothers and fathers dying of starvation
when millions here have way, way, way too much gear
and a new game console fills them with elation...
we all may be facing the end of the play
if we really keep going on this way | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/8/2009 5:49:32 PM | If we really keep going on this way
who knows where we'll end up.
You at the wheel
and me with the map
none of us with a clue where we're going
yet we know what our destination is.
Take the map, throw a dart at it
Anywhere it lands leads us to adventure
Don't be so scared,
to reach out past the boundary of our city | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/8/2009 6:04:08 PM | (laughing fire....LOVE your nic!!)
to reach out past the boundary of our city
up into the deep blue sky
above the clouds floating in the mist
beyond the reaches of the sea
following my wanderlust
and following my heart
i walk off the cliff once again
will i continue to fly
(yep!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/8/2009 6:21:53 PM | will i continue to fly
into the face of my own doom
by idly sitting by
in a sweaty clown costume
will i blow a fuse
twixt the synapses of my brain
and slowly but surely
drive myself utterly insane | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/8/2009 6:44:51 PM | drive myself utterly insane
yup, it's happening once again
mind finally giving up control
letting that altered state take hold
where all is one and one is all
no boundaries that need to fall
when heart is open to Spirit's call
insane is feeling that freedom again | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/8/2009 7:37:28 PM | insane is feeling that freedom again
and giving rein to heedless need
and call it nothing less
let the lonely stand and proclaim
their strength, that strength I understand
but I will not call this desire weakness
nor from weakness sprung
but I have known that fire
and would fan that flame
and come close
to know how bright it burns | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/9/2009 7:58:08 AM | embraced in the glow
of a desire that has long smoldered
that waits only for the softest breath
to coax a brighter passion,
I listen and in that expectant hush
hear your whispered name | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/9/2009 8:06:37 AM | hear you whispered name
like a stir of echoes
of some long ago game
chilling from spine to toes
and memories fleeting
dart like fish in a stream
a pang of needing
to just recall a dream | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/9/2009 11:18:13 AM | to just recall a dream
sometimes it's impossible
even if it were mere seconds ago
seconds turned to days
sometimes even years
Do you really know the people who were with you
so it would seem, then you wake up here
to start another day, here. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/9/2009 2:17:35 PM | to start another day, here
and hold as harmless memory
and any dark imaginig
that would shade this present hour
and rather squaunder mercy,
that hope would be an easy thing
and dreams would come to opened eyes | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/9/2009 6:32:24 PM | You'll never change, not one bit
been wearing that same style for years
guess what? It don't fit.
Watch those shows, what not to wear
they can show you how to do your hair
make you look like the person you are
fit for a picture
you're as pretty as any star | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/9/2009 7:16:03 PM | You're as pretty as any star
You're eyes sparkle with stardust
Your caress as gentle as the wind
When you laugh, it's like a river babbling
And your perfume reminds me of fields of lupins
I reach out and realize, you are only a dream | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/9/2009 9:04:43 PM | I reach out and realize, you are only a dream
Can I touch you, feel you
See deep into your heart
Are you an illusion
Something foggy in my mind
I see your brilliance in my dreams
You laugh at my silly jokes
Hold me tight like I am a prize
In my dreams you do not complete me
You join me in the quest called life
I see that you know who you are
That you are strong on your own
Yet we work as a team
To reach our future
I reach out to find you
for maybe this is real
Not sure of the dream
For now I will rub my eyes
Yawn, stretch and look into the future
Days go on into eternity
While I search for you, and you search for me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/10/2009 2:10:33 AM | while I search for you
and you search for me
we have forgotten this is all illusory
for we never lost each other really
always together in eternity
separation is illusion in reality
leading to so much confusion
creating strong ammunition
destroying all hope and ambition
forgetting our true identification
forgetting there is no separation
for our energy is always in connection
our love is our essence and fascination
through love we find our unification
here in each thought and dream of passion
here in each heart and act of compassion
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/10/2009 5:23:16 AM | here in each heart and act of compassion
where gentler natures reign
and author mercy
there is room for strangers and the broken
and they'll learn of rest and too, of hope
when they have trusted, and found it wisdom
and seen love and heard it spoke. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/10/2009 9:03:21 AM | And seen love and heard it spoke,
And watched it drift away,
Silently while my heart broke,
With nothing left to say.
In dreams I hear it whisper,
In words I can't quite hear,
From my fitful sleep I stir,
To wipe away a tear.
Like some drug that eases pain,
Infusion makes me high,
Withdrawal drives a heart insane,
And makes it wish to die.
Yet I seek out that distant voice, heedless of the pain,
Because I know my heart will heal, when I see love again. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/10/2009 11:10:04 PM | I am here and feel you to my core
and the ripples of your passing
around me and beyond me in your passing
and I cannot hold or know you more than this
that your free and fluid presence is not for grasping
but I have been within that circle spreading
free and perfect out beyond me in your passing | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/11/2009 5:12:10 AM | free and perfect
out beyond me
in your passing
part of me feels
it's all everlasting
part of me grieves
for the dis-ease of humanity
where love is a commodity
bought and sold historically
sensitive hearts and souls
forever searching for
a love of truth and heart of gold
when it shines so brightly within us all
and simply asks that we look within to see
love is our true nature
sparkling like diamond
and crystal buried deep
opening gently to love tenderly | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/11/2009 5:33:35 AM | Opening gently to love tenderly
For in those first moments bared
Do idle dreams flash in a myriad of colors
And flame the scorched heart.
How it glows in due course
As if the summer sun set across the wheaten fields at dusk
Or hovers in that perfect autumn moment
Where leaves do dither and dance.
From where has the love shown through the ages
Like a fine mead in random stages
Where doth does one do seek
The fine edges of this love so sweet...
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/11/2009 5:43:28 AM | the fine edges of this love so sweet
found in the soft hold of the arm
helping in our uphill climb
steadying if one falls down
fingers gently touching
smoothing out the forehead's frown
massaging tension so often found
the fine edges of this love so sweet
nature pours it at our feet
the moisture glistening upon the grass
sunshine's rays through trees that pass
rainbows magic arching in sky
the glimmer of light seen in one's eye
from within our hearts our love does fly
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/11/2009 7:33:18 AM | I've been on a whirlwind of earthly delights....
wine
women
song
the wine finally got to me
and
women finished me off
left here
lying on my back
humming a tune
leaned from grandpa
LAZARRE
JUST one of the crew
who gunned down
Czar Nicholas
and
his royal family | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/11/2009 8:17:45 AM | ^^^ not following the premis ^^^
from within our hearts our love does fly
a bird on thermal drive
blind true lust in flash jump start
the hormones now arrive
not time for an operation
the phone is out of service
blistering hot invitation
brown stout sure does derserve us
so sing with full and bistered soul
with tune carved from the ages
draw water for those burning coals
mix a little Rosemary with the Sages | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/11/2009 10:20:09 AM | Mix a little Rosemary with the Sages,
And they'll step out of time,
They'll all forget their ages,
Old clocks like new will chime.
Young and fertile as the Nile,
She's yet a little sprig,
She makes the old men laugh and smile,
And want to dance the jig.
Forgetting all about their books,
All learning set aside,
They marvel at her comely looks,
And ogle her wide eyed.
Mix a little Rosemary with the Sages,
They'll sashay mindless of their ages.
[Comment: originally instead of "wide eyed" I had "roostereyed" ( substitute the other word for "rooster".) Hardly a word requiring censorship I would think.] | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/12/2009 12:42:12 AM | mix a little rosemary with the sages
they'll sashay mindless of their ages
levels of consciousness deepen in stages
like the plot of a good book reading its pages
mix a little rosemary with the sages
seasoning wisdom with flavours of herbs
letting it stew even all the absurd
becomes a tasty brew in deed and in word | |
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