| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/10/2009 6:50:51 PM | And the shadow cast by its reflection
Spread o’er the earth
A purple blanket and
A child stroking her chin
With the satin edge
For comfort
The storm crept closer
Thunder rumbled in the belly of the hills
And the sky opened | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/10/2009 9:00:47 PM | and the sky opened
to reveal a glorious rainbow
arching over the magical pond
and the little girl could see
not only her own reflection
but all the colours quite clearly
then through the arch flocked
birds of all species with such beauty
flying towards her sanctuary
for that is what she found
here by the rainbow covered pond | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/10/2009 11:55:55 PM | I think I'll sip another cup of bullsh*t at Lincoln's knee,
Go on pretending that we live in the light of liberty,
The far darker truth is that all of the flag waving's just spin,
Full of carefully crafted lies to take the unwary in. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/11/2009 12:57:46 AM | Full of carefully crafted lies to take the unwary in,
lies behind lies eating alive immortal sin.
Though we have forgotten the sins of the past,
Let it be now that we remember:
The way the dew reflects off of a slice of morning grass.
The way she sings even when colds bring her down.
The way you move me and make my feet fall to the ground. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/11/2009 3:35:32 AM | the way you move me and make my feet fall to the ground
the way we move together when spinning around
this dance was meant for us to spin till we fall down
tumbling together with laughter so preciously found
for we are now able to let go our grown up facade
to become the children we have always been created by God
sadly somewhere in our history humanity was told to grow up
and with that thought our bubble did pop
for now we found our connection fell apart
so it's time to return to our childlike wonder
and curiousity watching the bee upon the flower
and utter joy in being in love with each other | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/12/2009 9:47:31 AM | utter joy in being in love with each other
you're turning red, say what's the matter
did I blow your cover
it's in your eyes, it's in your smile
you love me like no other
and likewise you can read me well
I your long lost lover
days gone by would find that I
had wandered down many wrong routes
the songs I sang with a southern twang
betrayed my northern roots
but when I found you, or did you find me
like a train put back on the rails
no longer content with days poorly spent
I now bury all my travails | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/13/2009 4:29:46 AM | I now bury all my travails
letting go the pain that derails
and overthrows the joy
when fear takes over and curtails
the pure beauty of being a girl and boy
when we can step into our being
with real trust and innocence
when all our hurt creates no resistance
then our hearts will know happiness
then our souls will dance with bliss | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/13/2009 4:58:40 AM | then our souls will dance with bliss
at the sounds of our own vibrations
moving along the chi meridians
of our earth
reawakening the greatest purpose
healing ourselves with our sounds
and the world around us
becoming a part of the life force
healing with harmony
(i know...really not poetry..more of an agenda!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/13/2009 6:25:24 AM | healing with harmony
and empathy felt lovingly
when all the world will know
we all feel pain and sorrow
creating cords of discontent
breaking up the innocent
leading to heart and soul malnutrition
forgetting there is a divine connection
running through all
in love's mirrored hall | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/13/2009 10:33:07 AM | in love's mirrored hall
filtered through projection
we barely realize
the beauty
of our idealized
reflection
each vision
belongs to us
what do we choose
as real
the way we feel
about ourselves
or the way
we make them feel? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/14/2009 12:36:33 PM | we make them feel?
not too likely
its more spontaneous than that
feelings just happen
or not
like if something was said
felt like a shot
misinterpretation read
cold or hot
what we got
unjustified reaction
another distraction
fifteen conversations meld into fantasy
freudian obsessions awaken
mother holding a ruler
father being taken
sister with a stain on her dress
nothing seems to impress
synical mythology above the ecology
leaving a depressing waste of time
holding that lone candle
as storm clouds evolve from rhyme
standing ground like a brave fool
reminded of self rule
the only way it may get done
be the one | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/14/2009 8:22:05 PM | 'be the one
holding that lone candle
as storm clouds evolve from rhyme'
wishing to have awakened
before that autopilot reaction
knowing spontaneous combustion
happens all the time
like dominoes fallen
when one starts to whine
like pouring oil on fire
then too much water flooding the vine
destroying the delicate balance
and getting buried under the avalanche
of intense energy one can't define | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/14/2009 8:51:23 PM | of intense energy one can't define
where two wrongs thrive
on crafty rhymes
you heard it
you word it
can't get no peace
just these fragments
just can't think
grab a drink
siddown n chatter
whats that look
damn
whats the matter
my days are dark
my thoughts arrested
pass that shit
check what the Jets did
and move that ashtray
will ya please | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/14/2009 9:34:49 PM | will ya please
wait a minute
longer than
silence lingers
for too many tounges
speaking syphonies
in simultaneous cacophony
aint improvization at all
so will ya please
just listen
to the evening train
the falling rain
of summer's barest tone
slipping at midnight
stark and sorrowful
letting it down
letting it out
like Coletrain
in the moonlight | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/14/2009 11:56:44 PM | in the moonlight
countless deeds committed
abetted by the light
omitted
false face shown
unto the sun
forgetful of
the crimes they've done | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/15/2009 12:08:30 AM | the crimes they've done
could be clustered in a thimble
and there'd still remain
room for a roomful of ennui,
tourists' galleasses of grandiloquent grief,
and St Vitus dances on heads of pins | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/15/2009 12:17:41 AM | and St Vitus dances on heads of pins
if he slips off he'll whack his shins
he does the herky jerky dance
and twitches in his underpants | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/15/2009 12:26:51 AM | thanks for the terse verse
and twitches in his underpants
a little too obvious, n'est pas?
with a heigh-ho and a fickle prance,
the turgid poker of pique is pawed | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/15/2009 12:46:07 AM | the turgid poker of pique is pawed
are you saying my last line is flawed? 
he could have had erectile dysfunction
in the part of his trunk
that forms a conjunction
so the only part that wouldn't dance
was the flaccid flesh
inside his pants
now wouldn't that be too ironic
if his phallic icon
failed iconic
his irritation
would be chronic
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/15/2009 2:16:19 AM | would be chronic
but I'm tired of that
time to wear
a different hat
change my thoughts
change my mind
to change my life | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/15/2009 3:56:53 AM | to change my life
change my mind
choose less strife
tow the line
feel compassion
all the time
turgid flesh but less erect
could be just another test
knowing everything
is temporary anyway
trust in how you feel
understand nothing's real
you get what you wish for
unconsciously keeping score
approaching each imaginary door
stepping through not as before
for every step is an evolutionary tool
each of us has the play the fool
learning what's blessed and what's not cool
until we see a higher reality....hopefully....
to then detach and let it all go
when our hearts stop we reaped what we sowed
remembering nothing here is really real
like counting turns on an imaginary wheel
our lives teach us we create what we feel
that's the whole deal
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/15/2009 12:25:24 PM | we create what we feel
that's the whole deal
if you have had your meal
step up and spoon gruel to the others
i aint no poet but i write for a livin'
i see no other way than to take from the givin'
for when i dont give a shit, i cannot be driven
in spite of the main stream druthers
reality's simply whats here and now
the future is trapped by what we allow
if its ego that drives you, then go take a bow
as for me, i think i will keep digging
the truth of my life is too much for this verse
its enough to share feelings and live with the curse
i'm good with myself and still dont know whats worse
lone darkness or self righteous reneging | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/15/2009 12:43:45 PM | lone darkness or
self righteous reneging
is a bit perverse
keep it up dear friend
and too soon there'll be
the hearst
i'm just saying
what if
this is the only
once around
and once we're gone
that this it
and i spend my life unhappy
now isn't that the sh!ts!
i hear the question he asked me
'how do you want to live the rest of your life'
at first i had no answers
knowing i've been living on the fly
but now the answer is clear
and i smile with such glee
how do i want to live the rest of my life
being happy and healthy
(i know joro...kinda sappy...but i guess that's kinda who i am...most of the time...the other time??? oh, you know!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/15/2009 3:44:25 PM | hmm....hey girlie
sometimes life is messy
it doesn't quite fit
we dont know the answers
all things are bullshit
but its all we have
life ain't fair
sure is no fairy tale
there's many a hard road people take
and most will surely fail
but trying can be good
but we can all still feel
the sun on our face
warm, friendly orange glow
through closed eyelids it will go
As it always has
So smile Rosie
smile
hang your head and laugh a while
keep that twinkle in your eye
and nothing of note will pass you by
throw stones in a pond or walk a dog
ride a bike or sit on a log
do whatever you damn well please
and live your life with consumate ease | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/16/2009 10:03:17 AM | Live your life with consummate ease,
Do whatever you damn well please,
Today's youth all worship mammon,
"Me first", their holiest cannon.
They party hearty totally blind,
While the sun's setting on mankind,
Perhaps it's already too late,
And there's no way to change our fate.
Don't you think at least we should try,
Or should we party till we die? | |
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