| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2009 2:22:02 PM | your distress
leads to our success
for we are the best
at making you believe
in your vulnerability
which then leads
to our invincibility
when we know really
we have no humility
and any sincerity
is genuinely empty
for all that matters
is filling our coffers
from our false offers
to you paupers....
this is the way
to survive today
in a world that's gone wild
offering nothing for the child
unless they can do their part
learning the salesman's art
of taking advantage of
the human heart
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2009 2:31:09 PM | the human heart
is like a hand
it opens and closes
rat-a-tat tats on the beat of a drum
takes and gives
crushes and gets crushed...
pounds
to its own beat | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2009 4:15:12 PM | to its own beat
hat in hand
now thats odd
the music stopped
there is something
a man
on the far side
he's pointing
back to the farthest street
of what it is
or is it a messanger
looking tired
winding through the crowd
he's wasted
pushing away water
from parched lips
down the railyard
watching your step | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2009 7:08:46 PM | watching your step
feeling invisibile forces guide you softly
narrowly missing partial eclipse
escaping emergency through the dance
dancing as your learn who truly
at your side guiding
holding pattern shattering
2am calls again
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/9/2009 7:26:01 PM | 2am calls again
and I am not at home
I'm dancing the night away with the crowd
In a crowd you are never alone
And when it strikes 3am
I am still getting down with the sound
The cathartic deep beat, that brings up the heat
Is a party where I can be found | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/10/2009 1:23:10 AM | I(t)s a party where I can be found
its called my life and I'm lampshade crowned
always the one to play the clown
if you like to laugh well come on down
always party time inside my mind
if you can't laugh at life you can't unwind
grab the wallflower that's too confined
onto the dance floor for some bump and grind | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/10/2009 4:24:37 AM | onto the dance floor for some bump and grind
careful not to slip on that orange rind
fell from your drink still sipping in time
while your fingers fit easilly into mine
here, dear one, let me put that drink down
so we can see how we really fit spinning round
they've changed the tune now to slow way down
and in our dance perhaps love can be found
feeling your heart beat close to mine
my feet seem to be lifting off the ground
your arms hold me tenderly near my spine....
so much delight dancing with you this night | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/10/2009 9:57:07 AM | so much delight dancing with you this night
dispite left mixing up with right
at least we didn't fight over who leads
though the tangled legs syndrome breeds
laughter and many practice needs
this all feeds into little love bites | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/10/2009 6:11:02 PM | this all feeds into little love bites
the kind that hurt but sort of feel nice
guess it's really a rather small price
to pay for the chance of love one day....
for from this sort of flirtatious play
can come the feeling you want to stay
but you know better than go home with a stranger
so you just keep dancing the night away.... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/10/2009 7:34:07 PM | so you just keep dancing the night away
dreams held cherished happy child's play
dancing held secured in free space
carressed the form of her sweet face
dream perhaps in lingered on
music flowing subtle strong
flitatious glowing gentle heart
dancing manic at music's start
ended too soon in dance of spirit
chorus begun, next set revisit
there in dreams chased, dance floor
honoured asked, to dance with more.. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/10/2009 9:40:31 PM | honoured asked, to dance with more..
lets quietly slip outside the door
into the beauty of the night
is where we see the beautiful light
and slip away into our dreams
where nothing is what it seems
into your arms i'll melt in heat
life with you is oh, so sweet | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/10/2009 11:25:23 PM | life with you is oh so sweet
Dance to music heard a treat
Background is the music played
Encompassed still bound stayed
Stopped never,is that heart beat
Moonbeams dancing on little feet
Felt the passion, cool the rush
Spacious each, in eyes flush
Spellbound captured, yet set free
Dancing, glorious each gloriously
Culminating, exhausted treasure
One more dance with which to pleasure... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/10/2009 11:58:56 PM | One more dance with which to pleasure...
hear the music play it sweet and demure
step with feet light under the twilight
do not let the dawn come early tonight
for the sway of the moon holds me
enraptured holding my heart's key
dance until the morn light pries
sleep from my heavy eyes | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/10/2009 11:59:59 PM | One more dance with which to pleasure...
hear the music play it sweet and demure
step with feet light under the twilight
do not let the dawn come early tonight
for the sway of the moon holds me
enraptured taking my heart's key
dance until the morn light pries
sleep from my heavy eyes | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/11/2009 12:18:29 AM | One more dance with which to pleasure
bebop backbeat measure by measure
sax gets crack and the knees go slack
synth is whack and the floor gets packed
riffs rip from towers and shower the crowd
bass line is bomb and tom tom is loud
the cat on the high hat hides behind shades
surreptitiously eyeing the circling barmaids
doors propped open still air is rare
hanging with humanity that dampens the snare
boogie woogie man pounds the spinet
while soprano trills spill from the clarinet
tight as a sprite is the band dressed in white
loose as the night juking in the strobe light
shouts of approval like bullfight ole's
can you see my wide grin through the barrelhouse haze | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/11/2009 1:01:42 AM | see my wide grin through the barrelhouse haze
Sucking down cheap cigarettes and kesslers
Straight or over rocks if I was in an easy mood
the bartender knew my burn
I didn't waste time with water
set it up for me as I came
in but never Knew my name,
In the early days
I only danced fast, and always
all night long never kept lists
If my memory served pizza
At 3 am in motel six but
couldn't recall your face
The pizza was no disgrace | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/11/2009 4:56:15 AM | The pizza was no disgrace
such a mix of subtle taste
shared by the whole flipping place
none of it would go to waste
though another waist may show
the solution danced by you know
you can sit there and watch it grow
or let someone take you in tow
tip toe through the tulips if you like
you can go off for a ride on your bike
dance along with the guy on the mic.
being active you know is real bright | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/11/2009 8:29:24 PM | being active you know is real bright
cried the raven searching the waters
For land on that long flooded night
Nevermore he cried to waken Poe
From Pallus' victorious shoulders
Musing for the loss Poe did almost
lose the tapping on the door at cost
Of sweet forgiveness from Lenore | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/12/2009 9:22:27 AM | Of sweet forgiveness from Lenore
this thoughts just melted to the floor
I should nail that raven to the door
that'd scare the kids for evermore
with motion sensors on the drive
the tape of moans would come alive
when treaters show up where I reside
this cuts them with fears like a sythe
the lights will flicker to the moans
shadows then move with rattling bones
this should turn their spines to ice cream cones
dripping with chills as they run home | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/12/2009 7:12:17 PM | dripping with chills as they run home
to call all their friends,
"You've got to see this one!"
Then making the plan
"Let's meet at the gate
by the old run down inn."
In the dark they wait to see
their friends come forth
from behind a tree
scaring the h**l out of the friends
with the greatest of glee ...... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/12/2009 7:31:48 PM | with the greatest of glee
they look up to me
so devoted with truth in their eyes
and I try to bestow
all the good that I know
so they see that life is the prize
and they make it so
by lifting my soul
to heights I never imagined
the love in the bond
takes us beyond
the mere miracle of life's great pageant | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/13/2009 4:10:08 AM | miracle of life's great pageant
pales to nothing at all
all emotional delusion
mere pictures down the hall
faith that this is real
trickles in and out
belief may last a few moments
then is replaced again by doubt
the undulation continues
like day and night for all
we need the ups and downs you know
its what keeps us on the ball | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/13/2009 4:54:50 AM | It's what keeps us on the ball
The bird catcher wait's for us to fall
Watching our habit's, our wanting's great and small
Seeing our desire's, willing us to do them all
Enticing us to enter the trap, snap shut
But knowing one's enemy help's us fight
To do what's right, clear's the path
Keep's us in flight
Soaring high
Soul wont die
When wanting allway's question
Why? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/15/2009 8:56:34 AM | Why Not?
Why are you always right
I don't have to be wrong
perhaps wrong for you
this is true
but that's an easy fix
out the door with you
I don't need a barker
at me constantly telling me
this and that
go find someone else
to bark at
I've had enough of that sh1t
I do just fine on my own
don't need no King
to sit on MY throne | |
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