| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/16/2009 10:20:48 AM | patching....
being happy and healthy
or should we party till we die?
or can we be healthy and party?
when we find the balance
then we can begin to live
and know all we receive equals all we give | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/17/2009 9:42:28 PM | And know all we receive equals all we give
Really?
Not here.
Not in my world.
Idealism is just an ideal.
Lost in the shuffle of a world to real. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/17/2009 10:36:40 PM | Take a foothold and see, are there really empty cracks?
In something that is so beautiful
A shell breathing inside a cave
As the swells of white foam
Splash into the open aperture
And the ocean sings through the rock
You perch on the highest cliff
And watch the curtain rise and fall
On the smooth stone which glimmers
In the sunlight
Age is so graceful
As majestically it rises
To tickle the clouds | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/18/2009 2:45:14 PM | to tickle the clouds
one needs to go so high
or wait until they come to you
so you can hide in the thick fog
a coat of cold misty dampness
feels wonderful when the sun is hot
and creates such great atmosphere
for any photographic shot | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/18/2009 8:00:11 PM | for any photographic shot
the poet accepts whatever happens,
the lovely play of sunlight in fog,
the chill of fog in forests above the beach.
the sun will win the morning.
fog will mist away and the sun,
on the shoulders of lovers,
will spread her beauty on the tall grass. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/18/2009 9:02:58 PM | will spread her beauty on the tall grass
sweet mother of this earth whispers
secrets of the night and dreams
forever haunting
embraced in her depth
the warmth she holds so deep
brings eternally light to love
secrets to the sea | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/18/2009 9:08:11 PM | secrets to the sea
salt stinging my face
fingers grasping wrapping
around a small shell softly
tracing it's grooved shell
winds caressing my skin
gently waves lull my mind to calm
proacting, protecting thier own | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/19/2009 12:42:08 AM | proacting, protecting their own
feces from the bifocal intrusions
of Harold Lloyd flouncing about
in baggy beachcomber muslin,
the shell lost all naivety
and turned itself into
a perpetual shell game
to fleece salty drachmas of saliva
from Lloyd and the ministers three,
all dressed up, to go, in a haberdasher's nightmare,
foregoing an expertise in tactful buttoning | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/20/2009 3:42:35 PM | foregoing an expertise in tactful buttoning
he preferred to wear stickers instead
"extra wide load" it read round his middle
and "vacancy inside" was stuck to his head
on the sole of his foot read "don't tread on me"
and "if you can read this" it began on his back
"I've been eating beans for many a meal
so I suggest you stand on back!" | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/21/2009 4:25:53 AM | so I suggest you stand on back
or risk being in the forefront of an attack
for we're all losing faith in reality
working three jobs only to find
we're still standing in the food pantry line
feeling daily there's not enough time
to be all we need to be
or spend time with our family
that has any sort of quality
so many escaping into fantasy
or choosing to use to live an altered reality
because our world and lives seem caught in duality
not being able to see any way to say
help me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/21/2009 1:50:15 PM | "help me"
brings back childhood memories
the fly 's head
transmutated with ease
proportionally mismatched
we let that one pass
the laughter
the shock
it never really passed
science and morality
question remain
stem cells and gene implants
will we stay sane
locked in a thought
from some sci-fi thriller
fate
mistake
unknown killer
future and past coincide in the mind
dreamy reality can be so unkind
telling great tales of mutations that work
showing evil concoctions creating new jerks
crossing fine lines that weave gold intentions
messing good minds with faulty inventions
"help me", echoes deep with this void
remember its fiction so don't get annoyed | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/21/2009 6:05:38 PM | remember its fiction so don't get annoyed
but i cant sit down cuz of this ole hemroid
dont get on my case cuz im not paranoid
i just dont trust all the masses
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/21/2009 8:49:45 PM | i just don't trust all the masses,
too many people voice their opinion,
but are they really ever heard?
not unless your gripe is detrimental,
to someone else's health,
or home.
or happiness.
all's well in the land of global brainwashing. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/22/2009 12:36:09 PM | all's well in the land of global brainwashing
for those whose power to sway opinion
is unmitigated by any common sense
lost in the melee of many a minion
a full nelson applied with sinew and strength
brings the masses to their knees
and the resources to apply to any length
assures that no one sees
lost in the banter of cantankerous rage
is a vision of what could and should be
like dogs in the kennel at each other's throats
that to the keepers is but a comedy | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/23/2009 4:59:04 AM | that to the keepers is but a comedy
to many, though, it's really a tragedy
when the powers that be visibly
abuse our earth, our bodies and our sanity
when it's more cost effective to destroy our food
than let it be shared with the starving
and to kill our human brethren
is totally alarming
for can't we see
when we kill each other
we tear our own heart
for each is a sacred part
of our human family | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/23/2009 7:06:08 AM | for each is a scared part of our human family
some torn in the direction of destruction
while others innocent stand with horrified hearts
witness to the totality of mans evil greed and lust for power
surely being exposed to such barbarian actions tends to instill in the heart of the young that this must be a way to behave
limbs and hearts mangled by the explosive nature of corruption | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/25/2009 7:43:21 PM | limbs and hearts mangled
the explosive
nature
corruption
buy the bye dangled
see next go live
rapture
induction
whims and arts wrangled | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/26/2009 2:48:35 PM | whims and arts wrangled
creativity strangled
poverty consciousness breeding
humanity needs feeding
nourishment for the soul
distorted priorities were the goal
ownership from greed beyond control
casualties of life still untold
casualties of the heart now unfold | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2009 7:41:02 AM | Casualties of the heart now unfold
unmended memories claiming heartspace,
their rightful home
and every intended eviction of lovers now lost,
our own soul denies.
Though buried deep, they're near,
their resurrection sure,
till sorrow can soften,
or bitterness break
that heart that loved... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2009 3:14:05 PM | that heart that loved
that heart that broke
heard round the earth
the words that they spoke
about the miracle birth
gave it all
til there was nothing more to give
he died so that we could live..... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2009 6:47:07 PM | he died so that we could live
so we could all move forward in love
to love thy neighbor
to help the poor, sick, and old
that but for god's grace, there I go again
that none of us is worthy, but can all be healed
but
for some damn reason
people missed the point
they look backwards and recite creeds
like cattle awaiting their branding
putting dollars in baskets in their sunday best
pretending to help others in a way
that they can avoid true glimpses of reality
if he rose
to do the same thing all over again
to caste out the money lenders
to declare no man to be closer to god
than any other
to insist on communist living
i would bet you that
many of his self-ascribed worshippers
would be the very same ones
calling for his crucifixion | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2009 7:37:33 PM | calling for his crucifixion
i knelt down and cried
the words they were yelling
were nothing but lies
his spirit forever lives
in all who are just
living with kind compassion
for me is a must | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2009 8:25:01 PM | For me is a must,
Something I have to do,
Or a wort that I trust,
Will lead to a better brew?
In vino veritas,
When you're in your cups,
You can raise your glass,
For the world is full of ups. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/28/2009 12:10:28 AM | for the world is full of ups
balancing all that's not so high
crouching down to get real close
balancing our flying the open sky
walking slowly and taking our time
balancing impatience waiting in line
sharing our hearts and energy freely
balancing so many needlessly greedy
we all die on our path to wake up and live
hopefully to learn we receive what we give | |
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