| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/25/2009 2:12:41 AM | filled with sacred grace
my sweet mistress heart
a Crested moon cast
over darkend skies
The raven cries
from a Distant Place
The Dove Returns
No Olive branch burns
For the lost Past
No one asked of her Disgrace
Or whence she went of that Place
The deciet of the branch we do start | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/25/2009 3:20:39 AM | The deciet of the branch we do start
Decending from apes
evolving our brains
to dress like them on halloween
to make up cliches
like a barrel full of monkeys
so we use our brains
to invent barrels
so we have a place
to put our monkeys
and discover that barrels
are good for shooting fish
even more so
in specially engineered barrels
that you can order now from Ronco
in the darwinian sense
learning to fish
is monkey see, monkey do
till we learned to laugh
at thrown pies in the face
worship smashed electrons
of images of talking heads
split atoms from adam
and blow up the whole of creation
we invented science to explain away
how stupid we really are
alas, not all branches bear fruit
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patch
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So
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My sweet mistress, my heart.
Alas at this branch we do part
I cannot follow you into consumption's decrees
I prefer to de-evolve naked in the trees
(Happy Saturday my monkey friends) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/25/2009 4:22:17 AM | I prefer to de-evolve naked in the trees :)
or perhaps re-evolve with less dis-ease
to return to my tribal roots and way
to honour all of nature and be in dismay
of each moment in our heavenly kingdom
always remembering our sacred freedom
for we choose what we do each day to the next
we choose to lose our compassion as if under a hext
we pretend we don't know all the cruelty we inflict
we lie to ourselves and all of our fellowship
we pretend we are the only ones who exist on this trip
when really there is no individuality or duality
but unity is at our core and we thrive in friendship
always waiting at each closed door
to open and enter with awe
we will never return as we were before
but we can be at least momentarily
blessed beings full of humanity...
this is what we were created for | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/25/2009 11:16:12 AM | this is what we were created for
to what end is our death
Climbing the stairs
Incessant screams rip
through the air
demanding nutrients
I carry the seed in my arms
Sleep is dearth
Exhaustion brings a trip
I fall--I do all
So it will survive
Maybe Even thrive
Tumbling and tossing
My body about, I dive
Encasing the child
With my body
The ride was wild
Though black and blue
Was I-- I did not see
It as injurius at all
Not instinctually
for I was trained,
And pained to see
the fruit of another's
Humanity
dropped from a window
Ontowards a laundry hamper
Losing what they did sow
In a pulpy bloody mass below
as bubble gum sirens blow:
And I know of both options
Which way a being would go
To know in the second hands
20-20 perfection
the hourglass releases the sands | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/25/2009 2:01:58 PM | The hourglass releases the sand
I am reaching within the depths of a soul
feeling....
touching for whatever is left that is whole | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/25/2009 3:28:17 PM | touching for whatever is left that is whole
'midst sorrow,refined
from tatters and fragments, now freed from such dross
as memories, old lovers, postcards, the promised...
washed clean with wise tears
and found with new eyes
pure, a birthstone in gentle light | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/25/2009 4:28:58 PM | pure, a birthstone in gentle light
warmth radiates deep within
quiet brilliance
shines thru the night
knowning where her heart
has been
silence fills her soul with music
peace has found her long at last
knowing this moment is oh, so precious
how quickly our time will past | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/25/2009 7:28:43 PM | how quickly our time will past
time passes by
people change
just like a book turning the page
you hold on to your hopes and your dreams
trying not to think about reality where nothing is what it seems
There was never one last kiss
There was no painful good bye
But now each day that I cry
I know
It has been a very long long time | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/26/2009 9:23:45 AM | it has been a very long long time
since i truly had a valentine
each year the day of love comes to be
full of blessings for so many
watching as cards and flowers
are exchanged so lovingly
and while their love sheds light on me
to participate would be really lovely
i know i'm totally in the wrong season...sorry :) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/26/2009 4:36:59 PM | to participate would be really lovely
to feel that pull,
refreshing like a welcome fragrant breeze,
stirring me to wakefulness
from some safe slumber
yet anxious not to play the fool
still I would hold my breath, unknowingly,
at that first touch, and pause before that invitation
in that startled moment of confession,
then yeild an unarmed heart | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/26/2009 6:47:37 PM | then yeild an unarmed heart
The arms of love now greet me
So open wide
There is magic found when open hearts collide !! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/27/2009 3:12:04 PM | Never a care of judgment, enjoying the ride
Here we can not hide
return to reality
the place we all must live
Filled with emotions
We take as well as give
erase
there is no time or space
only the shadows in our hearts replaced | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/27/2009 3:57:50 PM | only the shadows in our hearts replaced
what all possesed; a child's sight
each dream deferred, the less we see
until wisdom calls all dreamers fools
sweet fools, we watch, and we yearn to go
but they press on, not looking back,
their eyes grow wide with wonder, too
and those dreamers call
and some still hear
"there's more out here, come, don't look back!" | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/27/2009 5:08:47 PM | there's more out here, come, don't look back!"
Moving on this time easier than thought
The transition between what was and what is
Friendships will spring from new and wonderful things | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/27/2009 9:55:20 PM | Friendships will spring from new and wonderful things
tying the next piece to that ball of string
listening to the big brass bells ring
a bee sting
swelling
impelling
never telling those ancient family secrets | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/27/2009 10:27:50 PM | never telling those ancient family secrets
hiding all the skeletons in the closet
pretending all is wonderful
when it is not
living in lies is a stressful thing
happiness slips thru fingers
let me set the skeletons free
to party on my grave and
dance until the morning light | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/27/2009 10:42:07 PM | dance until the morning light
Dance us a storm for love and might
Dance us an afternoon delight
For joy, for life
For your beautiful wife
Smile
Let us be happy for a while | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/28/2009 4:23:33 AM | let us be happy for a while
feeling bliss with sacredness
seeing our faces glow with a smile
sending each other a heart-felt kiss
let's come together off cyber space'ness
where real hugs can be shared
and real laughter be heard
where we will dance until the morning light
a fire warming us through the night
hearing our voices sing and play
feeling our energy welcome the day
and in the morning with no warning
we find we have returned home again
utterly enriched from finding our brethren
renewed and refreshed sharing our nocturnal heaven
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/28/2009 8:19:43 AM | renewed and refreshed sharing our noctural heaven
where our desires become made manifest during our purposeful rest
soaring on winged flight
fanciful stirrings throughout the night
sights beheld on noctural wing
what adventures blissful sleep doth bring | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/28/2009 4:44:34 PM | what adventures blissful sleep doth bring
just before the alarm bell rings
a string of timeless moments sing
questioning all we know and do
organizing without giving a clue
are these things the true real you
thought flew off into the day
leaving those dreams to fade away
until next morning in a new play
swayed by everything around us | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/28/2009 5:26:15 PM | Swayed by everything around us,
We often loose sight of ourselves,
Road rage drives us madly to cuss,
Exploding expletives Tourette's
We retreat into our headsets,
Deaf to a pregnant woman's anguish,
As she's left to standing on the bus,
Self-absorbed we let her languish.
When was it we lost control of time,
Having none left to spare for others,
Who is to blame for this crime,
No time, even for pregnant mothers.
Que les temps sont changez,
On ne sait plus jouer. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/28/2009 6:04:59 PM | no time, even for pregnant mothers,
to offer a lady a seat
but please get off your druthers
for we all know it's not good
too long to stand on your feet....
i remember it happened in London
when i was just 23
as big as a boat....very pregnant was me
taking the tube to fleet street
where i worked in pr
standing with the others desperately
trying not to fall in that train car....
every seat was taken
i was starting to feel faint
i must have looked like an unwed mom
each person seemed real distant....
finally with no choice
i had to ask somebody
please could i sit down
they stood then grudgingly
i was feeling guilty
everyone kept their heads down.....
no, no time for pregnant mothers,
no time for any manners
it happened to me that morning
never forgotten....always a warning....
if you have a strong need
coming from within
let yourself ask the question
for sometimes in asking one
to do a good deed
you're really planting a compassionate seed
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/28/2009 6:06:50 PM | No time, even for pregnant mothers.
The couple walking down the street in 115 degree weather
pushing a baby in a stroller
not one passer by to offer them a ride
to get them and that baby out of the heat
It's their own doings that they don't have a car
echos off the metal guts inside the bus
everyone seems to know their situation
and deems them unworthy of help
who among us has not fallen on hard times here and there
within this time frame we call our lives?
Does anyone bother with being bothered?
((don't mind me ... hit a sore spot I guess ...))
Please go with Deb's ... I like it more but I can't incoperate it into mine. SS | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/28/2009 10:15:43 PM | Does anyone bother with being bothered?
Yes. In starlight looking back on days past
In truth's last glance sadly shaking her head
Poisoned in truth not by love, but sin of want
Ignorant stumbling greed catching our defenses
down
Simply... pleasures refocused, happiness leads
Do unto others...the Golden Creed | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/28/2009 10:55:10 PM | Do unto others...the Golden Creed,
That exhorts all of us to be good,
How many falter in a moment of need,
Few us live as well as we should,
Is your conscience clear or do you fear,
That quiet voice in your inner ear. | |
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