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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/28/2009 11:17:10 AM | what we live
definition of self
how do we
define great wealth
why we can't
all coexist
never meant
to go down like this
but down it goes
despite best intentions
entropy outlasts
our best inventions
and what of God
will the heavens part
hiding so well
where thou art
a gentle breeze
could that be you
whispering softly
to your heart be true | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/28/2009 11:30:11 AM | to your heart be true
for it does come down to you
breaking through the pain
don't close down again
keep love flowing
from hearts still growing
on our path of tenderness
deeply feeling fondness
glimpsing heavenly bliss
held within a kiss | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/28/2009 4:09:00 PM | held within a kiss
is a lifetime
sugary sweet bliss
a song and a rhyme
held within a heart
two hands fingers grasp
love is just a start
a golden necklace with a clasp
flowers in a vase
and
things that bring a smile to your face | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/28/2009 6:04:37 PM | things that bring a smile to your face
not alway fit for the light of day
some can even cause disgrace
God knows
it was fun anyway
a moment in the throws
primal satisfaction fulfilled
time cares not as the wind blows
instant attraction sends chills
I take the glass upon my lips
tiss warming in its cool refreshment
caressing gently with finger tips
a moist seduction in money well spent | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/28/2009 10:12:39 PM | a moist seduction in money well spent
may be refreshing for some while I repent
seeing the poison become an obsession
for one who found it led to depression
using it without reservation
bringing him down into dark introspection
not seeing the shadow cast on his reflection
not able to refrain without intervention
until the day came his heart fought back
made him stop drinking when he had an attack
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/29/2009 12:22:29 AM | made him stop drinking when he had an attack
no longer could i stand and see him fall off the track
too many drinks for one man to take
all it did to me was cause my heart to break
one step at time together we can
to make hime once again a man
to know when he sees me
i can see the love where it once use to be | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/29/2009 6:56:02 AM | see the love where it once use to be
all around the stump of that tree
flowers growing in patterns of old
bare spots showing from leftover moulds
The garden shed used to stand over there
you can see the tracks if you really care
look real close at the intricate design
a patchwork of plots supporting grape vine
for years they lived in complete harmony
tilled the land and planted the trees
now all that remains is part mystery
deserted by ambition in changed economy | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/29/2009 9:53:39 AM | Deserted by ambition in a changing economy,
Many step back and cling to welfare like a supporting crutch.
The government tries to save them by printing lots of money,
But they're mortagaging the future; any fool can see that much.
Surprised to realize their home was not some kind of piggy bank,
Their credit card was not some sort of magic savings account,
And how oil prices kept raising the cost of filling the tank,
They've no money left to spend so the financial crises mount.
They happily partied on, scornful of those who gave warning,
Well that's it folks! The party has come to an end; it's all over.
In the sober light of morning the truth is slowly dawning,
There's no easy remedy for this financial hangover. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/30/2009 3:56:11 AM | there's no easy remedy for this financial hangover
perhaps it's time to bring in the metaphysical bulldozer
to turn over all our material greed
to start sharing with those seriously in need
to find a way to re-balance our work and play
so each person can feel gratitude today
where hearts and tummies will not go hungry
where minds can find realisitic designs
where solutions we will find
that might mean more in the welfare line
for we are in an economic decline
'till we re-establish a balanced state of body and mind | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/30/2009 7:16:14 PM | 'till we re-establish a balanced state of body and mind
and banish the losers i couldnt to lose and yet find
the waves are breaking a truth that was blind
i can blame things easy when Im losing
but while Im a-living a path of my own
and walk in the footsteps of the path ive been shown
i will share what ive taken and live out what I loan
the handouts we give arent for choosing | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/30/2009 7:26:36 PM | the handouts we give arent for choosing
nor are the friends our heart paints as family
cleansing our souls in laughter
phone tag @ it's greatest...the times of our lives, hmm?
in case i never uttered the words
i love you...i do. love you.
friendship carrying such a huge amount of our hearts
between here & there a thousand miles apart | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/30/2009 7:48:10 PM | between here & there a thousand miles apart
are mules pulling wagons long before the cart
and if I fail to to say it before I depart
you know that I always will love you
wild horses on winds on my back busting cloud
Im entitled to do all that im allowed
but you know that i wont for its my way and Im proud
I see the Angels a-soaring just above you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/30/2009 8:00:12 PM | I see the Angels a-soaring just above you
circling with ropes & a brand
as trumpets blare in tandem
I am reminded to dance in the sun
Shining through the trees, across mile marker 110
I hear your voice & picture you laughing again
Intitled yes, but I wouldn't take it anyway
We've made it this far on determination & true grit...haven't we? :O! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/30/2009 8:20:20 PM | We've made it this far on determination
& true grit...haven't we some consternation
through humility's path we found ego deflation
as the trumpets they blared out in tandem
on heaven's stove top are hell's eggs a-frying
for behind the freezing my eyes are crying
and i feel my nose growing when im busy lying
as if it aint lying when life's totally random | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/31/2009 7:49:27 AM | as if it aint lying when life's totally random
they formulated the plan
said sift beyond trying then knife cuts through fandom
way Norm is slated "The Man"
despite some aesthetic named highschool gym class
so light bum pathetic flamed from cool dim ass
where may this go, from where did it pass
who's not to know, outside of the sass
passing that gas through the party flame
you'll keep your pants on if you have any brains | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/31/2009 8:02:57 PM | you'll keep your pants on if you have any brains
when the guy says "I'm a proctologist"
Me, I sit right down on the nearest rock
and reply, well, I'm a geologist
And surely I say no to his request
to kindly borrow my pick
and then i gasp out of sheer awe and fear
"and you think I may be sick?" | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/1/2009 8:27:22 PM | and you think i may be sick?
asked by one too blind to experience beauty
bent on revenge, hatred, bitterness
demons turning circles in his mind
voices whispering as they close in
eyes opened wide afraid to let go
words known, emotions (s)played
light fighting in the darkness | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/1/2009 8:48:45 PM | light fighting in the darkness,
as one would fight against a great evil,
knowing that hope be slim,
and yet the light can win,
as these demons threaten to make you one of them,
and you feel doomed as your heart is wavering,
you see there can be only one end,
and you know your soul they're savoring,
the light from the shadows shall spring,
the weapon shall bring itself forth,
a holy blade that we call love,
sharper than the sharpest sword,
shall bury itself in demons deep,
and all that once had fear,
shall no longer need to weep
as the path is now made clear... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/1/2009 8:58:41 PM | as the path is now made clear
light will shine and all will hear
the call of humanity
teaching us finally
to see our unity
and know with certainty
you are one with me
as is everybody
one body
one mind
one soul
one kind | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/2/2009 7:31:13 AM | one kind
two different
three for stability
four to square
five to star
six sides cube
seven in heaven
eight makes us waite
nine and we find the divine zero is next in line to join that one kind
for when it becomes ten
then another kind has formed | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/2/2009 1:27:28 PM | then another kind has formed
of all the sad thought
and every lonely sigh
the battles that are fought
no war won for all those that die
who wept for them? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/2/2009 4:05:03 PM | who wept for them
when we found our children
lost in camps of concentration?
who wept for them
when we were lined up
and shot full of ammunition?
who wept for them
when there were too many dead bodies
no cemetary could cover them?
who wept for them
having been gassed to suffocation
we burned in man-made human ovens
who wept for them
when millions of our brethren
have been murdered so very young?
we are the weepers and grievers
for the deceivers we be
killing the soul of humanity | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/2/2009 4:12:39 PM | for the deceivers we be
killing the soul of humanity
Firefly - when you pulse among the
stumps of trees sacrificed for cane,
shacks and cooking fuel, shine down
the throat of starvation, illuminate the
mosquito crops of a rain soaked soil.
Chronicle the transparent children dying
in urinal city gutters. Their memories of
food, medicine - a home - flowing in the
sluice of an angry voodoo morphing rice
to maggot - Manbo’s sons and daughters
into sewer rats and jackals.
Firefly - streak innocent on every cross.
Collect their little lives into a book of wilted
poems inscribed with apathy. Condemn
throughout eternity this pestilent infanticide,
this gangrenous ignorance festering
three hundred thousand sores a year
call it Restaveck, call it Haiti. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/3/2009 12:45:28 PM | call it Restavek, call it Haiti
the Bronx, L.A. or Toronto.
Central or South America,
Eastern and western Europe.
Africa. The Middle East, Asia
major, Asia minor, every dot
on the Pacific and Atlantic ...
this global warming pandemic
brought to us by the gasses
emitted from children dying
face down in our dirt. | |
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