| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/17/2009 6:02:22 AM | of all we be
a friend once asked me
To Help Clip Higgin's Wings
I wanted no part of the Cuttings
The Great Grey Parrot
Struggled and fought
I wrapped his strength in a towel
When released upon the earth
He Chased my feet, in anger
not one sound
To be sure not again
Would I take willingly the flight
of another caged Bird | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/17/2009 5:48:46 PM | Would I take willingly the flight
of another caged Bird
yup
what
would i not
do you know
wanna try
doubt it
sure
k
**** it | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/17/2009 6:01:37 PM | another caged Bird
with atrophied wings
looks out on a room
full of frightening things
the song is long gone
the door wired shut
no reason to primp
no reason to strut
but the cage is castle
providing safe haven
from the circling vulture
and cackling raven
thoughts of true freedom
feathery and fading
done with the dreaming
no longer waiting
time rages outside
but stillness within
sentient acquiescence
as existence wears thin
be it age or rage
or the wars we wage
youth made an escape
and created a cage | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/17/2009 8:11:13 PM | created a cage
not sure what for
cept maybe myself
keep it safe from the world outside
so easy to become exstinct | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/18/2009 2:04:28 AM | so easy to become extinct
feeling we might have lost all instinct
for survival of this species
forgetting the teachings of our trees
forgetting the call of the birds and the bees
that for everything we take we must give equally
for we have been pollinating and propagating very selfishly
forgetting we are responsible for the whole of humanity
forgetting we are all part of one sacred family | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/18/2009 6:06:12 AM | forgetting we are all part of one sacred family
isn't hard to do when the family turns their back to you
look around at this human race
the majority seems to be held up by brace
pop a pill ... snort a line
It'll come back to haunt in time
children having to seek of their own
there's no one, sitting on the throne
may our children be merciful
tomorrow, they will control the land | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/18/2009 6:21:27 AM | tomorrow they will control the land
turning castles back into sand
spontaneous commands from casual thoughts
cold steel blades mulching the crops
rivers of hope flow then pool
mixing with doubt the intention is cool
mindlessly posted on internet blogs
stools are mistaken for disguarded logs
waxed to guard from ultra rays
predictions fail to guide the way | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/18/2009 6:36:56 AM | predictions fail to guide the way
no leader to lead the bird of prey
he knows his job only too well
no need for a leader for him to tell the tale
as he carefully watches the other birds play
and waits for that one special day | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/18/2009 10:31:00 AM | and waits for that one special day
when everything comes together
in the world of a child
fright giving way to amazement
himself overcoming
taking the world
over the under
coming out on top | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/19/2009 1:55:09 AM | while those who disagree are assigned a wilted dew
flowers droop low and slowly fade from view
each petal once picked to see if love was true
would start a new courtship as if on cupid cue | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/19/2009 2:14:25 AM | would start a new courtship as if on cupid cue,
these two, who far apart had flew,
and as their love slowly grew,
it overwhelmed me and you,
in a wash, a wave of gentle pain,
a gentle rain to cleanse their souls,
in a flash, the loved they'd gained,
transformed into a bitter cold,
and all the plans that they had made,
had fallen from the Earth like stones,
Yet a child remains,
already did they choose his name,
they cannot escape this fate,
a place for him shall be made,
Jacen, Jacen, you will exist,
I will give away all of this,
to put a face to your name,
to shed a tear,
as you play your game,
everything I was ever was,
everything I've ever had,
shall all be forfeit for you son,
just to hear you call me dad.
The unborn young man,
now builds his plan,
to come and walk this precious land,
and as he walks I'll hold his hand,
until he is strong enough to stand..........alone. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/19/2009 2:28:12 AM | until he is strong enough to stand......alone
first a boy...then a man all grown
yet within each person
the child does remain
sometimes imprisoned
where once was promised land
but no one was there to give them a hand
and help them up to be able to stand
for we all know we tend to fall
when no one is there at all
until we can see
there is a certain beauty
in being in solitary
for only then in this imaginary prison
do we tend to find door number one
the one that connects us with everyone
then our real life has just begun | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/19/2009 8:28:39 AM | our real life has just begun
dream dimension
real as this one
is that why
in our dreams
we seldom die?
living parallel,
quid pro quo
linking hands
with dirty id
rolling dice
revealing lives
that we have hid | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/19/2009 6:22:59 PM | revealing lives that we have hid
all the times i lost my lid
regretting all the things i did
beats regretting things that werent done
bobbing for apples at the fall fair
my girl is six, so what do i care
and jump in the lake in my clothes on a dare
whats living worth if it aint fun
painting up a pumpkin to bring home to mom's
i get a-talking to an old friend from nam
how does one answer, "why are there bombs?"
I cant say, i dont know a good reason
there aint one i guess aside from fear
apart from thinkin' that aint quite clear
or that fightin' is easier than learnin' to steer
I guess flag waving's easier than treason | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2009 12:56:04 PM | I guess flag waving's easier than treason
but then maybe it's finally the season
to put down all arms and open the other kind
the human kind that always feels pleasin'
because all too soon we will be freezing
as winter cold begins to blow
already the Fall winds throw
a frosty mist greeting us
on this eve of the Autumn Equinox | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2009 12:59:06 PM | I guess flag waving's easier than treason
though most pick apathy for their retreat
standing up to wrongs or up for rights
can make it quite hard to stay on your feet
some just disappear in the middle of the night
its never very clear after they're out of sight
who does what to who and when
somehow an arrangement filled up a pen
the revolutionaries are heroes when they win
if they lose then it all was a sin
no bicentennial commerorative pin
just a box in the ground covered in tin | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/20/2009 7:36:15 PM | just a box in the ground covered in tin
on this eve of the Autumn Equinox
curiosity got me all in a spin
wondering what lie inside the box
dusting off the cover revealed the words
words I shall never forget
"for he who wishes to fly with the birds"
that I dared to pry open I shall never regret
for when my eyes adjusted to blinding light
to the best of my ability
neatly folded and shining bright
the wings of possibility | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/21/2009 1:47:53 AM | the wings of possibility
offering me their gift
so very carefully I put them on
wondering if they would fit
they'd been buried for so long
now uncovered from under the ground
we'd forgotten them as we took the wrong turn
now finding again perhaps we could learn
to fly with the birds after all
and not worry if we would fall
for falling we have always done
whenever we had pointed the gun
feeling the weight of them
their feathers had grown strong but thin
I ran to try and fly with them
realizing my body was too heavy
perhaps it was my mind not free
to fly with new found possibility
so I sat with these wings to think about things
then tried again when I lifted easily
catching the currents of energy
feeling weightlessness of body
feeling the lightness of being
within me my boundaries were freeing
like an eagle my eyes could see
all the lost hope of humanity
asking for help was clearly heard
as I flew with those wings but not free as a bird
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/21/2009 6:23:59 AM | As I flew with those wings,but not free as a bird
like Icarus they carried me too close to the sun
and the tense flapping was heard
as me and the ground became as one
what fun can you have with just wax and feathers | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/21/2009 5:51:57 PM | what fun can you have with just wax and feathers
we need coloured cloth, malt and heather
a plate with fresh food for thought
some trinkets nobody else has got
Then with time to mix and match
cross your self and then cross hatch
blending old with new ideals
do it right and young girls will squeel
strum the rhythm from your soul
make up words that fit a goal
youth needs this and then some more
add a catch phrase guarantee the score | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/21/2009 6:44:49 PM | add a catch phrase guarantee the score
within the chorus so that it aint a bore
add a funky decending bridge as a riff
and a wide eyed drummer who would drive off a cliff
Phrase like Doctor Seuss and use words that are short
and say things like how 'big brother', we'll thwart
just play three chords on the red guitar loud
you will be suprised how you can amaze the crowd
(but never underestimate the danger of many humans in large groups, nor buy into your own bullsh-t) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/21/2009 8:09:21 PM | The glass-eyed troll would be president
if fifty-one percent of the folks vote for him
as for me, i will face the cement
and weather the vagaries of his whim
should we live long enough, all things turn around
while justice sits drinking quite blinded
when the left is the right and I can feel the ground
its the dark of which i am reminded
but theres nuthin to lose if u dont roll the dice
you wont feel no joy nor no sorrow
theres still too many rats laughing at blind mice
that dont have a dime u can borrow
as for us, we can walk through our days
and know the true meaning of failing
aside from the rhapsody of the latest craze
all I hear is the sound of folks bailing | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/22/2009 2:08:35 PM | all I hear is the sound of folks bailing
and a faint bubbling below
some women and children commenced a wailing
no words from the nest of the crow
winds are strong but the sails are weak
on this floundering ship of fools
I see so many looking up to some geek
pretending it a way to be cool
three shots have traveled across the bow
the bilge is dirty and full
there is no milk left in this old sacred cow
stop pushing its now time to pull | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/22/2009 9:32:27 PM | stop pushing it's now time to pull
and help each other out of this hell
for this ditch we all rolled into
is mighty deep with sides so steep
we thought it was a wishing well | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/23/2009 6:12:59 PM | We thought it was a wishing well
These days, wishes or curses, it's kinda hard to tell
And hey take a whiff. What is that smell?
I think this where I read that that kid fell.
Wait a sec, listen. Did you hear someone yell? | |
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