| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/27/2009 4:04:48 PM | of souls too sick to sing
of feet too weak for dancing
of arms to old to hold
of hearts that have turned cold
of minds too closed to see
there is an unspoken unity
that's carried us through eternity
may not keep us all from harm
but may just help when we feel alarm
of the most horrendous kind
when the bomb and the gun
fill the landscape not with grass
but with ammunition
when the air we breath
poisons us daily
when the water we drink
has a very peculiar taste and stink
when the skies unfold not with sun
but pollution
yet holes in the atmosphere
mean the sun is to be feared...
no wonder souls are too sick to sing
and feet too weak for dancing | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/29/2009 12:15:17 AM | feet too weak for dancing
head too big to hold up
you wear me then you wear me down
whenever I drink from your cup
staggering drunk and happy
but worn just a little bit thin
I lay in my bed and cover my head
tomorrow we will dance again | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/29/2009 7:44:56 AM | tomorrow we will dance again
if only in our hearts
the sun will shine after the rain
though we'll have a muddy start
I see it now
peeking through the clouds
hope rising with each pulse
or is that a wave
the warmth slips past my skin resistance
touching guarded sensitivity
a smile escapes my thought of existence
opening a door to all possibility
Questions now flood in
delaying all previous precedence
should I go golfing
it would fit my independence
I see it now
peeking through the clouds
hope rising with each pulse
or is that a wave
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/29/2009 8:59:44 AM | is that a wave
or just a gnat
neighborly smile
or grimace, that
not being sure
I had to ask her
will I see you in the future
or in the pasture | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/29/2009 1:45:32 PM | in the pasture is what u say?
now thats a line i often say!!!
their sometimes green
and sometimes brown
sometimes your up
sometimes your down
there it is
i do surmise
but let us not get pastuerized  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2009 3:45:42 AM | But let us not get pastuerized
at least before we notice and realize
we could have just floated right up to the sky
and flown here under power of each other's eyes | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2009 4:06:01 AM | flown here under power
of each other's eyes
though sometimes it's the power
of each other's lies
that often can't be hidden
when looked within with reflection
if only we could stop them
at their first conception
if only we could be free
of our own perception
that we need to be
greater than we really are
if only we realized this
then honesty would go far
then maybe we would all see
that divine spark of humanity | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2009 8:19:21 AM | that divine spark of humanity
can often look like insanity
be distorted easily by vanity
then washed away with the dirt
that free gift of higher taste
can often expand the waste
be deposited on the other waist
then aid in many forms of hurt
that creative inventive mind
can often be left behind
be twisted into being unkind
then seem to belong to a jerk | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2009 8:31:48 AM | then seem to belong to a jerk
always taking sick days off of work
thinking no one can see their irresponsibility
thinking they are more justified to try and lie
not realizing their false cry
makes it real hard on the other guy
or maybe not caring is really why...
living each day in a selfish display
forgetting we're all in this together
so share the load before we're so old
our hearts have gone cold
our bones grown small holes
and before we know it
the days speed by faster ...
then suddenly we're put out to pasture
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2009 3:43:11 PM |
suddenly we're put out to pasture
left to ponder the hereafter
is this a natural disaster
is this the chance to start again
its only sudden for lack for sight
someone well planned foretold this plight
prepared and ready it feels alright
there's no need to strain the brain
turn that hobby into your quest
kept a schedule to keep your best
this is the final ultimate test
every garden needs some rain | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2009 4:13:06 PM | every garden needs some rain
every heart needs some pain
everyone needs to go insane
that is the rhythm of life
everywhere the stars do shine
every poem that has a rhyme
every time i lose a dime
i smile at the rhythm of life | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2009 4:24:12 PM | I smile at the rhythm of life
hard as it may be, I find that light
Off beat happenings, up and down
seemingly goes round and round
Lost roads, with its twists and bends
New places found, with means to mend
Harvest failed, I again plant my seed
For life is a melody, and I play lead | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2009 5:50:57 PM | For life is a melody, and I play lead
Who's the director of this game of life?
I want a new role ...
I want a role that has a chance of being real
something I can feel | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2009 6:01:33 PM | something i can feel
is the warmth of the desert sun
the brilliant stars of the desert night
your warm breath on my neck
the love in my heart
(hey iceman...you haven't aged a bit!!!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2009 6:29:24 PM | The love in my heart
Radiates in your eyes
The reflection of a smile
When I am just happy in time
Time spent with warm felling
A perfect hand that fits in mine
I can see the love in your heart
When your eyes twinkle with glee
You like to laugh especially with me
Comfortable being who we truly are
While kissing under a midnight star | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2009 8:06:49 PM | While kissing under a midnight star
I remind myself I won't go far
just over the hill and mountain pass
or until I run out of gas
then I'll turn around
and there you will be
under the stars
kissing me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2009 8:25:29 PM | Kissing me,
licking my wounds,
keeping me warm,
like in the womb,
I relinquish my tomb,
my castle walls, strong again,
build back up my defense,
but still open my heart,
to all who need support,
I will bear the burden,
which weighs you down so,
the hands of a healer,
will make your blood flow,
will set your flesh afire. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2009 8:51:48 PM | will set your flesh afire.
turning on all your desire
to be free from weighted heart
standing alone in the dark
let me help you through the night
I will fight for what is right!
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2009 9:01:06 PM | I will fight for what is right!
Never dark, always light.
The immoral do not realize they are immortal,
we do not die, and all you reap shall be returned,
in the light, shall it burn. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/30/2009 9:07:16 PM | in the light, it shall burn.
make sure you keep it covered
when at home
an ice bag is a great way to relieve the pain
Sunburns can be so bad .... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/1/2009 4:48:29 AM | an ice bag is a great way to relieve the pain
you say it's the way to ease sunburn
but also if drinking you can't refrain
when you wake the next morning
without any warning
your head starts hurting
you feel like cursing
all day you'll be nursing the pain
then the room starts spinning all over again | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/1/2009 2:55:33 PM | then the room starts spinning all over again
have you watched the game show, "Wipe out?"
Spinning like that will make you sick.
Makes one a bit wobbly in the knees also
The smart ones try to keep an eye on one object
head turning to keep it in view
still a bit dizzy, but none of them spewed ... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/1/2009 11:52:46 PM | none of them spewed
though what was brewed
caused lewd behaviour
distorted flavour
induced labour into a strike
as the video paparazi took a bite
a fight broke out
screams and shouts
all about some flashing moment of truth
a bit of verbal bashing from a youth
then Ruth decided to go home
not at all afraid to be alone | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2009 6:49:46 AM | not at all afraid to be alone
a sober quest for drunkeness
for sins we must atone
for infidelities we must address
a craving , a lust for beer
what started is nearly done
for you and you alone my dear
I'm finished with you hon' | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/2/2009 11:26:41 AM | I'm finished with you hon'
movin' on is never fun
to realize you're not the one
ran its course and now is done
refocus on the horizon
that's what I'll keep my eyes on
the part of my heart that cries on
forces me to put my disguise on | |
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