| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/23/2009 6:34:10 PM | wait a sec, listen. did you hear someone yell?
weren't they singing Farmer in the Dell
no that can't be write
if it's kids they would fight
not be silly and sing loud as h#ll | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/23/2009 6:51:47 PM | not be silly and sing loud as h#ll
no, BE silly and sing loud as hell
for life is way too important to be taken seriously
and as for me, the choice is clear
i can laugh at myself or just be an idiot
for obsurdity lurks around every corner
and isnt there enough serious work to do
to afford to do it too seriously
the best we can do is the best we can do
just try remembering
to laugh at every opportunity
rolling on the floor whenever possible
 
maybe its true, maybe i'm sick
with any luck, I will still be sick tomorrow | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/23/2009 8:49:00 PM | with any luck I will still be sick tomorrow
so can I borrow your game cube
can't you feel my sorrow
going back into work would just be rude
H1N1 has some benefits you know
we must retain a good social conscience
cover up and clean whenever ya blow
honestly though its only common sense | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/24/2009 4:24:29 AM | honestly though it's only common sense
to know whatever faults I carry
are quite often the same with everybody...
yes, sometimes we all take life too seriously
and just as equally, there are times we're just so silly
letting the children within us take over
tapping that 'grown-up' on the shoulder
scolding us for letting ourselves grow older
forgetting once upon a time we sang that counting song,
'there were ten in the bed and the little one said roll over!'
or the other one starting with a hundred bottles of beer on the wall...
no wonder Humpty Dumpty had a great fall! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/24/2009 6:24:06 AM | no wonder Humpty Dumpty had a great fall!
what with all the kings horses thundering by
great risk was taken by climbing that wall
and now I find myself wondering why
does the goose have it in her to lay more gold
and if so will it show more caution this time
then again if Humpty Dumpty weren't so bold
he never would have made it into a nursery rhyme | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/24/2009 6:39:42 PM | he never would have made it into a nursery rhyme
if falling to pieces wasn't such a crime
for no matter how long you stand in the assembly line
they can never put you back together again
without those cracks showing all the time
and should you find a forceful presence
knocking you again off balance
all too soon when the sun meets the moon
your egg cracks open in the middle of the ocean
and you float away on a wave so sublime | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/24/2009 10:39:46 PM | Why anyone thinks the world will rhyme
“Why heal on the Sabbath” posed to the leper?
The roast pork is savory with rosemary and thyme
Corn fried in olive oil, cayenne, and coarse pepper
Apricots rolled in caramel and dusted in almonds
What meal might you choose? one of flesh sans,
drinking the blood? Blended tequila and lime, taste a gentle rim of salt
Don’t roll in mud…Drink and be merry before ye be drunk do halt | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/25/2009 2:56:51 AM | before ye be drunk do halt
or fall over blinded from the curse-ed malt
as our forefathers were quick to warn
beware of ole john barleycorn
for as the weekend rolls around
and the decked out warriors buy their round
some will awake in the Staties cells
with an aching head ringing hells bells
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/25/2009 3:21:40 AM | with an aching head ringing hells bells
if one partakes in drinking those coktails
but if one ingests that wonderful album instead
then good 'ole Traffic will enlighten your ears
and you will return to those early college years
when life was full of passion
and young men were in fashion
when illusion was not confusing
and parties just happened spontaneously
we lived quite happily with little responsibility
though for some studying was a bit of a joke
with more than an occasional toke | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/25/2009 11:29:58 AM | with more than an occasional toke
the bloke had a system down pat
some thought it all a joke
but he kept it under the multi coloured hat
designer focus for whatever needed done
doing all needed preparions first
he found the marks were easy to come
it also allowed him to quench his thirst
no need to get drunk and stupid
when a puff would deliver proper perspective
was a bit easier to avoid the distractions of Cupid
releasing excess pressure through an elective
He studied and played with intensity
laughing at others lack of propensity
it might have been a genetic density
it all seemed so easy to see back in the seventies | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/25/2009 12:08:30 PM | it all seemed so easy to see back in the seventies
the free form of expression
the love and acceptance
eyes just tiny mirrors hidden beneath the haze
those crazy days
we try to bring back
perpendicular in a cloud of smoke
thoughts rise from unfettered images
it doesn’t take much
to record the music
over and over again in our head
light the candles sweetie
the pipe is in the corner
in a carved wooden box
open it carefully
or the moment with be lost. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/25/2009 12:10:20 PM | it all seemed so easy to see
back in the seventies
we were freely exploring the territory
quite often with smoking organically
and yes, one could find focus
on all that was taught us
for we had good teachers finally
gratefully learning more deeply
ahhh...synchronicity autumn fantasy....
open it carefully
or the moment will be lost
feel this season's reverie
before the touch of frost
the winds are rising strongly
creating shadows in the trees
let's share a nature hike
before the air does freeze
and while we walk
and talk of things not ordinary
let's bring along your famous bong
I remember back in the seventies
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/25/2009 1:07:50 PM | I remember back in the seventies
back when i couldnt remember shit
qualudes and acid every day
in tag with no clue who's it
i was named mr. pot farmer and was good at my task
and would invent a concoction of what u did ask
i did the algebra and spent days on detenion
just please dont ask me about my retention | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/25/2009 3:20:28 PM | I'm not going to ask you about your retention
Or the moment will be lost
And the last line too
As fingers type methodically
Versions of our wind chime madness
The full circle has revolved
As my twins turn 19 today
Was it only yesterday?
I gave birth to a dream
They look back at our 70’s
As I did the 60’s
A magical unfolding of a new generation
Full of ideals
We were real but our era was not
I gingerly tried to wipe out the war
With smoke and candles
Not guns and roses. | |
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Posted: 9/25/2009 3:23:53 PM | please dont ask me about my retention
at the end of the day
just check out the latest invention
created from our play
being constantly resoursful is a hard act to hold
best to empty the mind every night
that way a problem won't turn you cold
or freeze you up from expectation fright
no preconceptions is the way to start
bring a smile and open your heart
you'd be amazed what can be put in a tart
you can't do it all but you can do your part | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/26/2009 1:00:18 AM | I'll keep my bottom lip to a natural taste
safely tucked in the pocket by my hip just in case
for there's not much else that slows down my pace
helping me see beyond the ordinary
helping me be and remember we're all extraordinary
walking through the forest of my memory
seeing a shadow or two hiding behind trees
or maybe a fairy floating on the breeze | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/26/2009 3:10:09 PM | Or maybe a fairy floating on the breeze
knows just what this big world needs
or how to help those who perceive
dangling dangers about to leave
the fairies know just how to tell
what each soul can really do well
such a mystery is their device
knowing they're there equally nice | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2009 4:56:16 AM | not much will be different of that I am certain
yet they say we are always exactly where we are meant to be
but we keep going backwards it seems....pretty obviously...
everywhere there's more confusion
could this really be a sign of evolution?
seems to me we evolve very very slowly
climbing the ladder and falling often
(cuz we're really quite clumsy)
taking those steps with so much uncertainty
seeing the destruction of our lives, our bodies, our planet and our cities
how can they say evolution has its day
when so many are lost in the polluted decay | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2009 6:22:53 AM | When so many are lost in the polluted decay
takes the rest of the world to fight this way
banded together with strength in the number
washing blood stains with the color of umber
Together in sync together in plan
people of the world must join their hands
figure out how to replace all the destruction
with one thing alone - kind interaction | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2009 7:02:23 AM | with one thing alone - kind interaction
sometimes just shows with the glow of attraction
for being cruel to another is such an infraction
and who knows how far the ripples go
when are hearts are closed in our action
we can really create a domino reaction
for energy moves constantly
rippling through the air
we can help others feel love with a smile
or make them feel cold with a stare | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2009 8:29:24 AM | make them feel cold with a stare
showing you really don't care
they wonder what ever went wrong
feeling they just don't belong
with a very slight change of expression
you give now a different impression
they may feel so much more than worthy
in fact now they feel hot and dirty
staring is such a strange thing
changing the tone that they sing
it may come from a babe or a dude
me mom said it always is rude | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2009 9:29:22 AM | (now how can I in all good consciousness let this gem of a last line slop by)
me mum said it always is rude
to hide boogers neath the bed
to punch people in the head
to whack off in the shed
me mum said it always is rude
to ask who farted in a crowd
to play music late way too loud
to speak about how I am endowed
me mum said it always is rude
to say "f-cking" as a verb
to flip strangers the bird
to say religion is ubsurd
me mum said it always is rude
to make fun of people that are old
to skip school and smell like mold
are the things me mudder told
At least I think she did,
I really didnt listen | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2009 9:43:08 AM | I really didn't listen
to my mothers warning
about girls who started life
too early
couldn't override
my heart
dancing, giddy
twirly
sex and dinner,
babies came
while other girls
were being
girly
regrets,
I have a few
not many
as you'd think
for one who listened
rarely | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2009 10:00:09 AM | rarely
I dared
to live life sincere
scared
cause were all living in fear
fear of eachother
my sisters and brothers
of all shapes and colors | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2009 10:43:31 AM | of all shapes and colors
of notes lost and blue
of nights squiriming neath the covers
of regrets that are quite true
of words on yellowed pages
of vinyl full of pops
of nameless names forgotten
of bottles full of hops
of brewing pots of coffee
of empty kegs of beer
of living life afraid of change
of changing out of fear
of days of non-conformity
of haze to feed my head
of days lost to self righteousness
of praying to be dead
of days spent lost in apathy
of pains too great to bare
of days ruled by selfishness
of wrongs too wrong to share
of shades pulled to hide daylight
of phones unplugged to ring
of chains latched to the barstool
of souls too sick to sing | |
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