| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/6/2009 2:18:18 AM | can you ever be true?
can you ever be through
with seeking love outside of you?
why do we wish for happiness
from another as if they're our mother
and guardian of our heart's desire?
as if they are the ones that light our fire....
as if they will give meaning for us to live
and they will give meaning for us to give
when it is from within we feel our passion
and from within we feel our compassion....
here we find loving men and women
fishing for love as if it's our duty
wishing to catch each other's beauty
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/6/2009 2:38:56 AM | wishing to catch each other's beauty
when the true key is freedom to be
the right here
right now
it's happening all around us
to share in this pool of thoughts
where emotions run wild
is a thrill we seek
wanting it to last awhile
the words are here
the view is clear
there's no where I'd rather be
than here with you my dear | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/6/2009 2:54:54 AM | than here with you my dear.
It is sunshine I do hear
and it is always so sweet
landing on her feet
never misses a beat
Rises with the birds
In she herds
wonderful words
To bring cheer and light
to one and all | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/6/2009 3:23:30 AM | to one and all
our hearts do call
for us to gather here
in this writing sphere
where joy is shared
and some sadness too
where hugs are virtual
but always come through! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/6/2009 9:46:00 AM | where hugs are virtual
but always come through!
There are times
when lows hit bottom
when we know we are not the only ones with hard times
when buying into the "you don't have a right to be sad"
can not be tolorated for another second
we are here for each other
the real people
people who have scars
people who bleed
through our hearts
people who care enough to want
to share the loads of life
knowing, it makes it better
to know
there is at least one soul that cares.
One soul not afraid to go the extra mile with you.
We are who we are
we need no help from critics
we are not having a pity party
we are washing our souls clean
from other's doings and thoughts
that have been imposed upon us.
We shed them like a heavy coat in summer
all of the sudden ... we have the power to do that.
Before, I didn't even know I was wearing a coat.
Misery loves company or so they say,
We are not miserable ...
we refuse to be anything other than what we are.
I couldn't care less about those who cut down
you have no place in my life
there is only room for love and caring for all.
May sound sappy ... but it's the truth. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/6/2009 10:43:53 AM | May sound sappy ... but it's the truth
youth is wasted on the youth
with hair in retreat and joints that creak
aging is definitely not for the meek
but I'm only nineteen inside my mind
until the mirror reveals sights unkind
so I stay away from the looking glass
no need to dwell on my ragged ass | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/6/2009 3:04:01 PM | no need to dwell on my ragged ass
for I know I shall not be granted a pass
for I had my chance and consumed all my grass
and now must dwell in reality
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in the days of confusion when reason's a delusion
with tyrannical tounges and soothesayers for hire
in days of deceit where means and ends never meet
turn back to the truth that you know
in days of division when to help is derision
when hope is a disruption to the engine of corruption
when it takes strength to bare face up to despair
turn back to the truth that you know
when the future is handed to those who like to speak
and theres no room in decisions for empathy or the meak
though the hairs in retreat and the joint surely creek
we must stand up for the truth that we know
('for we were so much older then, we're younger than that now'. so lets put it good use) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2009 9:23:41 AM | we must stand up for the truth that we know
before it gets lost in TV snow
pitting extremes so full of offense
splitting the seems of all common sense
truth buried deep along with the facts
it's not what you know, its how you react
talking heads taunt with no nuance
may the poets precipitate a renaissance | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2009 12:33:10 PM | may the poets precipitate a renaissance
may they hear everyone's response
media turning lies into truth
confusing our youth
television now becoming what we believe to be wrong or right
truth trapped in the darkness of night
you may say we live in the age of the antichrist
and that our souls are already priced | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2009 2:04:33 PM | and that our souls are already priced
it's not so it is only a heist
for with freedom of will and good hearts at the till
we can be rid of the bad poltergeist
the air is now free of bad vibes
and the new law is written by scribes
so let us now say that the dawn of new day
won't be bought with a handful of bribes! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2009 2:59:48 PM | won't be bought with a handful of bribes,
yet there may be one thing, that can take my life,
one thing for which I may offer my soul,
you know of what I speak, I know you hear me devil,
In exchange for eternity,
this is what I would ask of thee:
One life, just her and me,
and a young one, to carry on this legacy,
this simple thing do I seek,
I know the price of which you would speak,
Fire, all consuming,
torture, encompassing me,
not a fresh breath to breathe,
perish and be revived,
to perish in another way of your making,
my eternity would be for the taking,
and yet I am still contemplating,
this thing you would offer me.
You would find a way to make the deal go awry,
as I speak, I can feel the gleam in your eye,
yet you would be in denial,
I know your game, Belial.
Here is my game for you,
I tempt you such,
but I do not follow through.
My soul already belongs to another,
to one who calls you brother,
and to me, it would give exactly what I need,
in order to plant my precious seed,
it has seen all my deeds, and so it had offered me,
a chance to learn, a chance to be,
a chance to breathe eternity,
filled with peace. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2009 6:23:08 PM | I just put up my Xmas tree!
Oh what fun to be so free
and not do it predictably
as part of your December decor,
but to put up your tree now in October!
Gosh, you really inspire me
and actually there is a bit of empathy
for all year shining here at night
are last year's blue christmas lights! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2009 8:46:53 PM | last year's blue christmas lights
tightly screwed in
flashed with every passing car
every stranger near and far
didn't know the hue or din
yet loved the effect on the sight
so i left them there
though not turned on
spring, summer and fall
one was broken by a ball
bounce off of the lawn
I got it tangled in my hair | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2009 9:52:43 PM | I got it tangled in my hair
nearly yanked it out and that smarts
had to take the damn drill apart
now it lies there in a pile of parts
the bit didn't hit but it hurt like shyt
at my stupidity I was appalled
those long hair days gave way to toupees
no wonder I was prematurely bald | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/7/2009 9:58:28 PM | no wonder i was prematurely bald
it had nothing to do with the genes
who knows what story was told
life ain't what it seems
oh, i get confused all the time
all i want is the truth
but i got lost in his dreams
(and ) caught up in my youth | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/8/2009 4:21:46 AM | caught up in my youth
learned not to tell the truth
hoping someone would see
hoping somebody would help me
coming to know it's all essential
still learning to live gratefully
coming to know it's the path we all sow
living truth fully will set us free | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/8/2009 8:54:00 AM | living truth fully will set us free
that sounds way to funny to me
I tried it once down at the border
was denied entry in very short order
had to rearrange my plan to work
drove hundreds of miles feeling like a jerk
there is a reason we all tell little lies
for if we didn't to society say goodbye | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/8/2009 10:45:20 AM | For if we didn't to society say goodbye
We'd be saying hello
And then it'd be how do you do
But from there where'd we go...
I guess it would be...did you have a good day?
Or maybe we'd ask...did you have a good lay...
Oh, who really cares, what we had at all
It's a way to pass time like throwing a ball | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/8/2009 10:58:06 AM | it's a way to pass time like throwing a ball
or just sitting back and watching it all
oh I knew that line preaching total honesty
sounded way too corny
but that's what happens sometimes
when you're trying to make these rhymes
bending words to try and match each line
well now you know I'm just passing time | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/8/2009 11:20:23 AM | well now you know I'm just passing time
like pretending to fish without a line
at least no bait on a barbless hook
enjoying the day with an old book
happy alone most often now
with the blank stare of a grazing cow
the train goes bye full of business suits
I drop my anchor that's tethered with jute
the gulls are circling thinking of food
if they were people I'd think them rude
if nobody's around it can't be lewd
some times i like to fish in the nude | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/8/2009 1:07:34 PM | sometimes I like to fish in the nude
but only with a swimmingly debonair dude
and then only if I'm floating on air
a mattress more comfy when lying on bare
but when I get dressed I'd like there to be
a warm, hunky gent in a tight white tee
who gazes at me and with eyes he does say
wow, you're hot, you make my day! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2009 3:14:57 AM | wow, you're hot, you make my day!
let's not go to work, but stay home and play
now climb back into bed and into my arms
and I will show you the depth of my charms | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2009 8:09:53 AM | I will show you the depth of my charms
fall in and you may never fall out
peer through my pupils collapse in my arms
feel my rain softly water your drought
to do so in kind in perfect alignment
and a lightness reverses the fall
an upward helix of divine intertwinement
entices, de-ices, enthralls | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2009 10:56:31 AM | entices, de-ices, enthralls
it slices, delices, de-balls
advices, sacrifices, it is quite the cure-all
its exclusively yours from Vague Industries
kills mices and makes nices, rakes leaves when its fall
it can tighten vices and whats really nice is it can help you hit a baseball
it fries rices, can you guess what the price is it can teach your children to crawl
it suffices and's designed appease
you can get it now at special prices, for its not at the mall
our operators are ready, there is no crisis, we can take your call
if you buy one now, we will ship'em in twices, its secret but Im tellin' y'all
we take credit cards for your personal ease | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2009 11:50:33 AM | we take credit cards for your personal ease
cash or check are also a breeze
no need to sneeze in your elbow
we desanitize any disguise you throw
thank you profusely for everything you know
and go that extra mile to sow seeds that won't blow away
A far cry from believable you say
but hey
this is the way we stay in business
sweeping up everyone else's mess
taking away your distress
leads to our success | |
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