| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/15/2007 4:10:21 PM | lost
a storm tossed
ship
a-slip
in a turbulent
ocean
emotion
surrounds
the tempest
pounds
the compass
wildly spins
overboard
into discord
immersion
is impending
to drown within
the sea of you
a treasure
fluid
pleasure
never ending | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/15/2007 4:17:43 PM | Never ending
A love story in time
Ever bleeding
A heart bursting
And angel weeps
She suffers from missing you.
Spread out
She flies because of you
Never ending
Beautiful love
A love story in time. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/15/2007 11:13:41 PM | A love story in time
A few words poetic rhyme
A lost love once known
A debt too old to atone
A promise rekindled spark
A long kiss in the dark
A tender touch by her hand
A tiny grain beginning sand
A movement forward love renewed
A love entwined interlude
A long kiss a beginnings end
A love story to transcend
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/16/2007 3:59:52 AM | A love story to transcend
Pale moonlight and shadows
rightness of joy can depend
on a condititon
broken and battered can mend
this inexplicable feeling
love, true love can transcend
except when she asks can we still be friends?
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/16/2007 9:05:22 AM | When she asks "Can we still be friends?"
I have to say "That depends.
what was the beginning
where is the end
is this just some kind of trend?"
As a friend for real
there is no big deal
nothing to steal when you can borrow
time in between the spouting of dreams
primal screams on the morrow
laughter replacing the sorrow.
Its that look in your eye
the one with a sigh
not a real cry but a tear
I see from the frown
these thoughts bring you down
but I do have to make mine clear
friends are for more than a year
Now I've heard this before
and yea
for sure
I said
"Hey! We'll always be friends."
then like a light
switched off for the night
she was gone so far from my sight
I wondered if that statement was trite
or a blight on the right to defend
what in the end is truly a friend.
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/16/2007 9:18:22 PM | What in the end is truly a friend.
Now that I think about it
I’m not going to pretend
about my old friend
Need some time to sit down
With a friend to chew the fat
When was the last time
you made time for that | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/17/2007 1:35:52 PM | you made time for that
the glance and smile
in a busy moment
you stopped a while
the hug you gave me
when I was sad
to show me love
the energy you had
the thoughts you spared
the tender care
thinking of me
as if I was there
and just for me
you made a place
inside your heart
a miracle space
you give so much
and I cannot say...
no words can touch
my thanks today | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/17/2007 5:12:34 PM | my thanks today
at your pleasure tomorrow
manners have gone away
and nothing left but sorrow
too few words spoken
too much harm done
too many promises broken
so why bother
is it because we can?
hope to change one another
it is not in my power
to be the keeper of my brother | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/19/2007 6:20:56 PM | to be the keeper of my brother`
You gotta be kidding
When the bar-keep mentioned
You fell off the face of the earth
I said, “Yeah!
Fill er' up, Bar-keep,
I’ll have another.
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/20/2007 10:04:09 AM | I’ll have another piece if you don't mind
this one is gone and I've got more time
my patience is flowing like a river of steel
so there is no rush to finish this meal
I'm in good company I just have to say
they don't slop the table or paint it grey
the conversation is riding high on the wind
with laughter and cunning it twists and spins
These are the things that make life feel so fine
dressing visions with guilding of alternate signs
reaching to corner thoughts hidden away
its like we are children immersed in some play
I'll toss in a tangent to see where it goes
tell a story about rakes, spades and hoes
then plant that garden with Queen Ann's Lace
while all the time trying to keep a straight face | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/20/2007 3:36:54 PM | while all the time trying to keep a straight face
when the news comes on I turn it down
whenever i see G Dubs face
Mc donald's is but why is the country led by a clown
Talking heads spin and chatter
Nothing clearly defined anymore
in the end what does it matter
I'm leaving the nation and shutting the door
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/20/2007 8:44:25 PM | I'm leaving the nation and shutting the door
How many times have I said that before?
Renouncing my citizenship to Love and then
Swearing I'll never go come back again.
But this time I mean it
I've been there and seen it
I'll walk away clinging no one's hand
I'm shutting the door on this wasteland. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/20/2007 9:23:20 PM | I’m shutting the door on this wasteland
heading south though I don’t understand
why…after all this time.. I can’t stay.
I’m leaving the nation and shutting the door
behind me… Yes, of course I’m afraid.
I’ve been gone before, but never alone
but still… I remember the way.
My new leather boots pad the frost sharpened soil
down the trail into misty dark night
away from the ghetto, the dogma and hate
towards the fragrance, the wild pure breeze
I left you behind so I turn back to wave
goodbye sweet progress… goodbye. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/21/2007 6:52:51 AM | goodbye sweet progress… goodbye old friend
I'll try not to regress if you don't pretend
this may be forever in a day and a night
its not very clever to dwell on the trite
like a blight on good nature we ran at the mouth
now with small wonder its all going south
goodbye dear muse ... goodbye raw dream
I've tried to defuse that unworthy scheme
taking from past faults to make new desire
blowing open the vault of heart felt quagmire
fire invested crier in a fantasy show
hung on a wire in case it does glow
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/21/2007 7:32:48 AM | hung on a wire in case it does glow
excuse me for I always planned for the afterglow
I cannot laugh without you
Echoing my evil smile
Man I hate you being called Uriel
this job aint worth the pain
a being simply named
Woman | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/21/2007 11:15:54 AM | woman
I can hardly express my etc and my thankfulness
woman
please let me explain
I never meant to cause you sorrow or pain
after all it is written in the stars
Thank you John lennon | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/21/2007 11:26:54 AM |
Thank you John Lennon
I remember when
you said...
"you're in a fishbowl
man
make use of it"
I like to see the bigger picture know what I mean?
Sometimes I cringe at how
restraining my finances are
this fishbowl doesn't even have a flusher
it's alright ma
I'm only dying...
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/21/2007 11:54:07 AM | I'm only dying a breath at a time
searching the sky for something kind
to say to my friends across the lines
waiting to see the next design
waiting to stroke up another adventure
to soak up the sauce spilt on my denture
to joke, to toke, to have a great day
to find out I'm broke, then throw me away | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/21/2007 12:18:26 PM |
to find out I'm broke, then throw me away
like a needle in the hay
just a peep amongst the big cluck 
(farm humour)
O.K. it's not even funny REV CANADA
what YOU did with my MY hard earned money
You silly asses
Have drink a tinkle tinkle
cocktail ...no prob
I'll get the bill
Go ahead... have a refill...
the never ending
cocktail hour...
we've got lots of napkins
don't worry bout the rings on the table and all those spills
it'll wash
n wear
on and on
(patchouli
save me...)
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/21/2007 12:37:17 PM | to find out I'm broke, and throw me away
par for the course in this day and age
what good is a broken thing anyway
buy more ,buy new, buy often is the rage
I'll be a nutty consumer til I am dead
cause I can't fix the damn thing
killed by licking chinese toys painted with lead
after all what good will suffering bring
Twas the month before X'mas
and all thru the nation
people so stuffy and crass
were gettin even more broke due to inflation
and 3 plus dollar gas
when what to my tired eye did spoil
the glitter of greed
a loutish oaf all covered in oil
don't insure the poor was his creed
I saw him as his SUV passed, he gave me the finger!
Happy PC Holidays and Merry Xmas
the exhaust from the tail pipe did linger
I don't give a sh*t blow it out yer a*s | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/21/2007 10:24:04 PM | Patchouli save me from feeling heavy
Lift me from this bruise, to dance and fly free
Swirl my skirt ‘round as I twirl in your arms
And scent my hot bath as I soak my charms
Warm Persian musk floats around us as I
Lay my smile on your cheek and deeply sigh
Sandalwood smoke sweetens my ritual
Guiding pure breath until deeply in thrall
Peripheral vision guides me beyond
crowds to stillness, her aroma, her wand | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/22/2007 5:39:25 PM | crowds to stillness,her aroma,her wand
for she is an enticing witch
everyone is saying fond
before she can scratch the itch
a pagan flower the pagan lily
flowery lines that flow
even if she is just silly
all about her you'd like to know | |
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CESSKA
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Joined: 10/24/2007
Msg: 598 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/22/2007 6:16:11 PM | all about her u'd like 2 no
u better find out b 4 u go
she will make u laugh
she will make u smile
make sure she is ur style
she will only be yours for a little while
don't you be a child
make her yours | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/22/2007 6:38:05 PM | make her yours
the angel of passions flight and fancy
ride her in the fallen snow of november skies
aloft on wings
graced by the flamming sun
golden light immerserced in fanciful delight
timeless sight in visionary blue
where pools of innocence collect for the taking
swim in her
taste in her passion
all of her beauty surrounded by grace
her words melodious tunes kissed from angel toungues
hold her with the strength you hold to life
make her yours
in dream and fantacy
take her
for soon she shall take you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/22/2007 7:14:13 PM | for soon she shall take you
on breeze of frosty dew
insides feel old and new
scanned by the light above
encased in wanton love
riens held within clenched glove
riding on a moon beam
panting for that next scream
mystified in the dream | |
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