| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/28/2009 11:39:40 PM | That quiet voice in your inner ear?
Heck, you must have it easy ... nah! I'm hard headed
I get smacked over the head, knocked down
whatever it takes to get my attention.
I've turned the car around to pick up people I was told by him to pick up.
Others call me stupid but I trust 100%, that I will always be ok
no matter what. That is what I know.
Quiet??? Well, that must be nice. LOL!!
I must say, I love having an ear that hears.
I'm not sure how I'd survive otherwise.
I have been humbled more than once
Each and every day.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.   | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/29/2009 12:13:26 AM | Each and every day
I get up and say
God I have it easy
Peasy lemon squeezy
I've had an easy life, it's true
Well done and rarely blue
I've plenty of time
For a silly rhyme
Sometimes I'll admit
By a doggerel I'm bit
But it doesn't last long
(Sometimes I leave 'em hanging) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/29/2009 6:08:58 AM | But it doesn't last long,
the sugar-coated sweetness.
A once passionate kiss
is a myth behind clenched lips.
You wake to my rustling,
but you don't smile or hum
like you once did.
Why bother with this love? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/29/2009 8:21:18 AM | why bother with this love?
Its tennis,game ,set,match
an empty burner on a stove
from midair it's a snatch
like some tumbling trapeze act
we dare,sometimes we miss
and fall into the net as a matter of fact
and sometimes it goes all the way to bliss
and they lived happily ever after
we live ,we love,we fail
cause life ain't no fairy tale | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/29/2009 8:35:03 AM | Why bother with this love?
If love is sated on desire
and only serves a passion well
or is it more than I would see
and ever only virtues call
for self to serve and not to rule
that patience teach me to be kind
and forgiveness nurture each and all | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/29/2009 12:11:06 PM | forgiveness nurture each and all
forgiveness walks so tall
I try, I try and pray
so I may be able to forgive someday
yet hatred is constantly getting in the way
darkening the soul with thoughts so vile
I sometimes manage for a while
to be happy
as anger keeps a part of me
away
away from god and given beauty
stay
let's be happy for a day | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/29/2009 4:32:27 PM | Let's be happy for a day
Cast the bitterness astray
Hang the anger like a hat upon a hook
Take a glance and just look
See the beauty that unfolds
When the slump has grown old
PUT ON A NEW HAT AND DANCE TO THE BEAT OF BEAUTY
You can always take the damn hat off the hook if you absolutely must revel in distain | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/29/2009 5:22:54 PM | 'cause life ain't no fairy tale
many lack the food they need
in a changing climate crops fail
withered and dead lies the seed
you wish you could help and sigh
you know where I'm coming from
you can help while you learn by
visiting free rice dot com
(feed those who cannot feed themselves while improving your vocabulary)
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(oops! late again!)
you can always take the damn hat off the hook
if you absolutely must revel in disdain
if you'd just open your eyes and take a good look
perhaps you'll see you're not the only one in pain
if you don't care about anyone else but you
when one day you find yourself in need who'll help you?
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/29/2009 7:15:32 PM | when one day you find your self in need
who'll help you?
beats me.....got no clue....
wait a minute....actually...
well let's see....
there are always my children
who do really care about me.....
i know they'd come immediately
if i needed them to help me...
just as i would for them
for our love is felt unconditionally....
then my brothers, also three,
they would do what they could
because we are and have always been
a sister and brotherhood....
then there are friends i've known many lifetimes,
or so it seems to me,
and they too would lend a hand
if things got way too much for me....
finally, my parents,
who raised me to live courageously
and, miraculously, after 58 years, still married,
they would help me with open arms
because even through some false alarms
they know i only ask for help
when i really need
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/29/2009 11:34:21 PM | when I really need
someone does bleed
for me
It is charity
strangers
Give, holding
hands out, Opening
their veins
donating their marrow
all to ensure that
I might live
another borrowed day | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/30/2009 12:07:04 AM | another borrowed day
and yet we dare to throw it away
buying gift wrap nonsense solely for a play
worshiping money as we may
another borrowed day
and yet we dare to throw it away
staking the losses up on a shelf
we leave it up to ye
that lowly incapable self
we leave it up to ye
bring us an end to this polluting spree
like if the problem will up and leave
like if our kids will be left with plenty to retrieve | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/30/2009 1:03:51 PM | our kids will be left with plenty to retrieve
as we shoot or toss almost everything we receive
this throw away society full of some destructive need
wedged inside cold hearts of greed
bleed the earth for useless bling
while preaching for love to be what you sing | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/30/2009 6:28:44 PM | while preaching for love to be what you sing
some say love is displayed in a diamond ring
or another condition you trade for something....
using love as a commodity.....like everything.....
letting greed destroy that which we most need
letting hate create a love that can't ever relate
to the idea of selfless love....
of a human sister and brotherhood
where love is always understood
to be effortless and free
and shared completely unconditionally | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/30/2009 10:01:00 PM | Shared completely unconditionally,
Two lives and a love that always holds true,
That we all think traditionally,
Is the goal that everyone should pursue.
If you've been around the block once or twice,
You know that it's an impossible dream,
Every new date is a roll of the dice,
And it isn't easy to swim upstream.
Yet we cling to the dream and start again,
Hoping with all of our might that this time,
We will find our true love out there and then,
Live happily ever after in rhyme.
But we are born with a critical eye,
That may work against us leaving us dry. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/31/2009 3:37:13 AM | we are born with a critical eye
that may work against us
leaving us high and dry (slight edit)
ending in many tears we might cry
wishing our critiquing would up and say good bye
for it's when we've had enough criticism
coming from others and from within
might we lose the need to use and abuse
waking up one day and just refuse
to waste another minute flailing around in it
lost in judgement and false superiority
thinking we're more important than the rest of society | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/31/2009 5:40:17 AM | thinking we're more important
than the rest of society
letting egos get in the way
caught in the rat race
of our mind
working and worrying
all the time
living life for stuff
to fill that hole
deep inside our heart
yet happiness is so simple
seeing the beauty inside ourself
then looking for beauty
in all others, is
a wonderful way to start | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/31/2009 9:48:57 AM | A wonderful way to start
The day is with a big smile
Show the world your happy heart
Let others know that their bile
Can't upset your applecart
And perhaps they too shall smile
(I see a couple of times I've posted on the wrong thread.
My apologies to all. Doing too many things at once I guess.) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/31/2009 3:39:04 PM | And perhaps they too shall smile
that's the hope and prayer anyway
we are too busy with what we do
your smile brightens my day
Oh yes, it's true
my life's not complete till I see you
and the words of cheer
and hope always
helps me make it through my days | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/31/2009 6:28:01 PM | hope always helps me make it through my days
even when I'm stuck in being me and cease to look, or even see
when all I know is what I want, or think I need
and worry crowds a little close
It's then that I remember, for that to me is hope,
That the sky is blue, yet deeper too,
and I have loved, though I forget
that love is not a lie, | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/31/2009 7:48:43 PM | that love is not a lie
but why do i still cry
when you walk thru my life
and not stop by
your journey is somewhere else
leaving me by myself
looking for happiness deep within
now happiness can begin | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/1/2009 3:49:29 AM | with a grope and a rope
we tied up our past
and fettered our future
slipping sloppily over cool flesh
Lingering too long on knots
Binding limbs only to leave loose
Hearts, askew in the darkness
Cumbersome and clumsy
Our lips knew not secret wants
But found obligations bound
In chaffed wrists and striated ankles
Bleeding rivulets on the fleshly covenant | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/1/2009 5:05:08 AM | Bleeding rivulets
on the fleshly covenant
unrealized promises
of conjugating to be
locked in passive voices
of past participles
and what might have been
and unlikely futures
clouded by Cartesian Demons
where even Kant can't
escape the juggarnaut
of irreverent self reference
in a world overdetermined
by the others | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/1/2009 9:52:15 AM | in a world overdetermined by the others
we've lost so much our skill to just be
to feel the quiet and sacred energy
always thinking we must be doing something
when sometimes we need to just stop and breathe
but then are made to feel guilty from the belief
that stopping to be is really lazy....
in a world overdetermined by the others
it's time we saw humanity as our sisters and brothers
to honour ourselves and honour each other
and treat us all as we would wish to be
remembering if we are really all connected
through a divine thread of unity
then what I do to you, I equally do to me
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/1/2009 10:45:54 AM | ...then what I do to you, I equally do to me
Relatively simple the manner in which to be free
Instead of returning harshness gently offer compassion
Instead of returning a critical reply offer constructive comments
We ALL know the difference and yet we are not also so careful as to actually understand the manner in which our words affect those around us
Words to live by include every word we say  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/1/2009 11:38:44 AM | then what I do to you
I equally do to me
sounds strange but it's true
it is karma you see
when all's said and done
we are one
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words to live by
include every word we say
when you send out a lie
it will come back
and hurt you one day
but if you stay on track
and give others respect
you will get back
more than you expect | |
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