| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/9/2009 4:58:27 PM | quite strange the muscle memories
pumping blood through our bodies
feeling love unconditionally
if only it could be.....if only....
for we think we are not selfish with love
imagining we are forgiving like saints from above
when we all know when a shocking blow takes hold
we lose all perspective as our hearts grow cold | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/9/2009 7:31:24 PM | we lose all perspective as our hearts grow cold
being a little introspective I'm feeling a bit old
the years spin bye like hands on a clock
skipping most sighs to roll and rock
trying to keep the feeling of good cheer
as days and nights turn into years | |
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| As days and nights turn into years...
Posted: 9/9/2009 7:56:20 PM | My eyes grow dim,
My body's not what it used to be.
It's older and softer.
Youth escapes me,
I am afraid of growing old,
Alone.
Can anybody hear me?
Magic Carpet,
Come and take me for a ride,
Back to my youth,
When my dancing shoes still fit my feet. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/9/2009 8:20:35 PM | when my dancing shoes still fit my feet
life moves quicker and ever so sweet
until the day comes my feet feel caged
then my shoes come off upon the stage
dancing to my heart's delight
moving energy day or night
breathing deep releases my fright
glowing in the dancer's light
welcome trueblue! instead of changing the subject to the previous last line,
we just put that line as our first line within each posting. (makes it much easier to find again) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/10/2009 3:19:00 PM |
glowing in the dancer's light
thought erupts so spontaneous
growing through erotic sights
so abrupt no fawn remains in us
a river flows with winding path
across the dark plateau
the shiver grows from binding math
with loss on stark gallows
deep within forever void
balances and cheques dissipate
steep the gin for leather droid
Palance's train wrecks misses’ skate
run off the track and into the swamp
breaking up all that fine ice
fun tossed on back in the Hindu stomp
making sup. tall fat rind slice
swinging on limb of eternity
across the salted pond
singing of whims from ecstasy
the cost exalted wand
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/10/2009 3:56:31 PM | the cost exalted wand
pennies from my purse
flimsy whimsy plays in sand
I take the stand, on bible curse
justice is as justice does
can't comb against the whorl
diamonds along the hairline
tear ducts drop a pearl
who's gonna pay today
the robber or the law
what I saw I cannot say
words stuck in my craw
gavel dreams split the seams
revealing hypocritical hype
seaside sundance got no chance
chose to play wrong type | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2009 3:23:35 AM | chose to play wrong type
attracted to a brand new sight
his gaze appeared full of light
bestowing love it felt that night
but love like his was fleeting
and constantly needs feeding
they send a message your heart's needing
then move on without a sound | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2009 10:18:32 AM | move on without a sound
you've taken what you want from me
I'll see your face around
and you'll see what you want to see
I'll never let you know
how very much you meant to me
I'll show a smile and so
give back the heart you lent to me
and chalk it up to life
and lock that door and hide the key
and someday when it's safe
remember who we tried to be | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2009 10:26:27 AM | Remember who we tried to be
Not so long ago when I was me
Back when all of this was new
Way back when you were still you
I look back at the magic day
We held each others longing gaze
But that was whenyou were still you
Back when all of this was new | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2009 11:57:28 AM | Back when all of this was new
pure white, passion red and a navy blue
unified by a common cause
long ago that's the way it was
awareness heightened by visceral needs
freedom and liberty were the creeds
same creeds now but nevertheless
filled with hatred and great excess | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2009 12:19:33 PM | Back when all of this was new
when i was a rebel and had no clue
and there was room to crash at nights
and i had no memory to record the sights
with sweeping visions of exactitude
on my surfboard, pass that dude
chasing hurricanes just offshore
eating acid with Jerry on tour
chilly moonlight, its half past two
my back is shaking, but my face is true
sharing tales of past decadence
nothing happens by coincidence
lost it all twice just to be sure
that what i found was not a cure
paid back two-fold for what I lost
to learn the truth is worth twice the cost
sorry axe. please look up
filled with hatred and great excess
he ran from himself in search of sex
chasing reflections and that which deflects
unaware of the grave he was diggin'
treading dead ends not giving a crap
walking my way straight into the trap
theres no time for regretting, i can own my sin
stand there in oneness and wonder where to begin
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2009 1:52:14 PM | stand there in oneness and wonder where to begin
when you think on it, does it matter?
When I think on it I know that truth is not in my hands
it's his truth that will stand.
Nothing to do but show up
and keep my mouth shut.
All is everything ....
who am I to judge?
A written message
upon my heart
from the very start ..... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2009 4:43:27 PM | A written message upon my heart
from the very start I knew life was over
there is nuthin to sell when i do depart
there is time left to push up the clover
all is everything, who am i to judge
Im just one passing thru time
life's much too short to hold a grudge
it takes way too long to rhyme | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2009 5:19:53 PM | It takes way to long to rhyme
To write without it is not a crime
Though it make a verse sound so sublime
I sometimes just don't take the time
I think that all of us admire the skill
Our fellow poets display here
So take a moment if you will
to send to them a heartfelt cheer | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2009 5:19:55 PM | it takes way too long to rhyme
if one is moving in rapid time
but if one can stop counting down
then timelessness will calm you down....
freeing you to stop and write
freeing you to watch the light
freeing you to stay up all night
(if your body says that feels alright).....
for you can step in and out of time
being in sync when your schedule needs
then releasing that hold when you just want to be
letting timelessness set you free
oh, sorry sham! didn't see you a few minutes ago...
oh, no wonder....we posted two seconds apart! :) | |
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| Letting timelessness set you free
Posted: 9/13/2009 6:06:15 PM | Letting timelessness set you free,
Of places to be.
Minutes tick,
Constantly,
Who cares?
Only the boss!
Of which I am one,
I'm not watching the clock,
Just get the job done! | |
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| Letting timelessness set you free
Posted: 9/13/2009 9:51:52 PM | to send to them a heartfelt cheer
Just get the job done
don't be coveting my glass of beer
its not the only one
to bend the hem or lend an ear
trust in all you've learned
then send a gem to make it clear
we must win with what we've earned
pieces of ten replaced the eight
then binary rekindled those ways
lost in when we paced with hate
the refinery has seen better days | |
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| Letting timelessness set you free
Posted: 9/14/2009 7:09:01 PM | the refinery has seen better days
labor pains vex in such unjust ways
and Tex is all spent sloshing home from the night
full of two dollar beers and future fright
nothing to fear but a life without bread
and there's a pill for that goes straight to the head
like a tiny rusty shovel digging an ever deeper ditch
and it even comes packaged with its own sales pitch
fvck it all to shyt as boot kicks at phantom dirt
dust and sweat and memories cling to wrinkles in the shirt
two buttons gone astray when he tried to steal a kiss
Thank God Momma never ever saw her son like this
Momma can you hear me I wanna come home to you
nothin' left in this here town for your little baby blue
Momma don't you cry for there's nothin' left to lose
I'm the spittle on the floor life spits out when it chews
I see ya, Mom, I'm comin' make a pallet on your floor
and see to it please that St. Pete don't lock the door
tell Daddy if he's there, I really tried my best
but I never really did fill out his favorite vest | |
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| Letting timelessness set you free
Posted: 9/14/2009 11:04:31 PM | but I never really did fill out his favorite vest
The other clothes... well I refused to get dressed.
I was naked and new, only
a christening garment would do.
Open in back...little strings attached
They told me "no one would ever know."
I had an attack of laughter, snatched
It up, declared "ridiculous, not even for show!"
Each day they came and prodded me,
Hoping I would conform in my hazy sea.
Deluded, I sang and danced ballet.
My feet bled, and my cell stank:
Confinement for refinement,
Fresh defilement dangled in keys;
I escaped once to do as I pleased;
Clothed residents conformed to their doors.
Free to watch me, shocked to their cores.
Ropped in and doped up, the vest never fit,
It was always tight and restrictive, I slipped
Too soon, Into the garments offered me.
For some of mine own, I wait you see....still | |
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| last line to first line
Posted: 9/15/2009 7:20:14 PM | I wait to see
still
its just me
watching a pill
tick encumbers
tick tock
glowing numbers
deprivation
an invitation
incrimination
or rejuvination
still
waiting
a pill
baiting | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/15/2009 8:28:09 PM | baiting
the last line
the last time
giving up on rhyme
love so sublime
hasn't happened round this pond
jumping in
diving in
swimming deep down
keeping just above ground
watching schools of fish swim by
catching glimpse of firefly
occasional lighting up the sky
sparkling glow in rhythm show | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/16/2009 9:49:58 AM | sparkling glow in rhythm show
oh oh oh
don't you know
not every Joe will go that extra mile
to compliment your style
make you smile
laugh and sing
oh oh oh
they just can't bring themselves to ring your bell
so sad not one is able to tell
the depth of beauty
I feel's my duty to commend
then send out this little ditty
not too tough or gritty
not even very witty
oh such a pity
a border and miles
keep you trapped in cyberland
where I can't feel the flesh of your hand | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/16/2009 3:58:49 PM | where I can't feel the flesh of your hand
but it doesn't take a trained monkey to see
you live your world with glee
always wanting others to be happy
seeing the world for all it is
wanting to rest among it's charms
let the fireflies fly
let the blow fish blow
there is only one star fish in this show
I see him sometimes
then he hides away
and at times .... disappears completly | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/17/2009 12:43:46 AM | at times .... disappears completely
civility and respect and decorum
all for debate and the give and take
first given birth in the Roman forum
so sad we can't find perfection
did I here someone say "et tu Brutus"?
you can shout and scream from your section
but don't believe you can ever mute us | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/17/2009 4:27:21 AM | don't believe you can ever mute us
or start to think you can refute us
for we are one in this world we see
so if you want me to be, silently,
let yourself equally sit quietly...
eventually my faith tells me
we all will remember our unity...
the sacred part of our memory
the sacred heart of our beauty
this miraculous treasure
beyond measure
of all we be | |
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