| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/15/2009 1:31:13 PM | to sit on my throne
you need to lift the lid
I close it down
keep the water hid
too bad for the dog
the cat's pissed too
its more than saniitary
its what I do | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/17/2009 12:55:42 PM | its what I do, i play my tune
from the ghetto, that still plays with me
bongoing madness, dongoing youth
bongoing dreams. bongoing truth
it cant be stopped cuz there aint no quitting
for there is still rythym if i aint rhyming
the rythym bounces off every wall in this town
providing me a good sense of reverb | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/17/2009 4:49:24 PM | providing me
a good sense of reverb
echoing throughout
my heart
filling my soul
with songs of love
the ones that never start | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/17/2009 10:06:05 PM | the ones that never start
always tend to finish last
good intentions from the heart
with life breezing by so fast
I hope to find success
Before I reach the end
Love and tenderness, so
My heart can mend ....
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/18/2009 8:02:41 AM | my heart can mend,
within the solace of a new friend,
as blood of two shall blend,
and rebirth comes again.
success shall come,
for we do not seek in vain,
we bleed to succeed,
as long as we bleed in it's name..............the only name that is true. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/18/2009 11:24:25 AM | the only name that is true
resonates from out of the blue
creating unforgettable news
everyone remembers with you
now that glory chain
drags with attemped change
pressure strains on your brain
forcing you to try to remain the same | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/18/2009 11:49:11 AM | forcing you to try to remain the same
because that is the name of this insane game
not standing out or up for your right
keeping heart and mind shut, locked safely tight
bottom lip must not quiver even alone at night
or someone might see you crying with fright
forcing us all to not speak out truthfully
lines confused on where is their loyalty
keeping us caged so we can't move freely
controlling our rage with drugs prescribed heavily
controlling our age buying beauty surgically
or living our lives mostly invisibly | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/18/2009 12:59:58 PM | living our lives mostly invisibly
floating quietly in the breeze
simply doing what we please
with a pure heart
no need to judge what we see
simply be who we're meant to be
live our life honestly
there's a start | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/18/2009 1:17:50 PM | there's a start
always in each day
we do our part
opening the way
As eve sheds dawn
closing lids on fright
Open tired yawn
Brings us new light | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/18/2009 8:33:05 PM | brings us new light to this mountain crest
as the tiller plows dirt to the spray
my heart pounds with love and jumps in my breast
in search of a distant foray
foam breathing wild like a lost horse at sea
plunge deep in the dawns breaking light
grinding my teeth on our lord's tempest glee
call god down from his thrown for a fight
Oh how i laugh about my love for you
in spite of how nasty the weather
a fretting orchid in a hothouse won't do
we were born to play wild in the heather
facing the wind as it stings and thrills
the time has elapsed to feel rotting shame
torch history and head for the hills
singed lives collect to dance near the flame
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/19/2009 4:38:23 AM | singed lives collect to dance near the flame
as a firefly flitters in the bright heat
darting the flames 'till it singes its wings
with tiny burns scalding its feet
the firefly lives to find a mate with its light
magical flickers in the dark of night
playing a rhythm only she knows
so in the darkness his love really shows | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/19/2009 12:57:33 PM | in the darkness his love really shows
the feeling and impule will grow
with contact through micro fibre blows
and the subtle touch of his nose
those ticklish frisky little toes
its getting hotter as the covers he throws
the next move is hers she knows
so up and over she goes   | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/20/2009 2:11:08 PM | up and over she goes
to where she goes, no one knows
she catches her leg, tearing her hoes
she could care less,
she just bade us her farewell
bewildering groins
she aint one that joins
she's fishing out coins
tossed long ago by lost lovers
into an old wishing well
she's a big girl now
she dont need to bow
she knows about Tao
she's free of her old self
she aint going back to that old hell | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/20/2009 2:24:07 PM | aint going back to that old hell
or any other that she might sell
its time to move around the bend
call the shot that will be the end
double banked eight ball in the corner
that's the best we can do to warn her
after the hammer drops
they will bring out the mops
its longer than we needed that smell
an epic story the future will tell
fiftheenth round they ring the bell
pass out smelling salts and healing gel | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/20/2009 3:11:02 PM | pass out smelling salts and healing gel
for here come the skiffs, we're going to hell
if we crash over water on a bet, for a dare
your breathing device will not fill with air (but dont worry, its not supposed to?)
if we start crashing, take your place and be nice
for the seat that your butts in's a floatation device
after years of surviving death wish near misses
i gotta jump off a plane and swim with the fishes
just goes to show, what we got is the now
its all good with me, I cant tell time anyhow
and besides i left my watch at the house
Im freaked by the sound of that ticking mouse | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/20/2009 7:40:03 PM | I'm freaked by the sound of that ticking mouse
He keeps running through my house.
Hickory****ry Dock the mouse ran up the clock
Raced across the kitchen floor,
Slipped and fell, hit my head on the cabinet door
Saw stars for a minute or two
But all I could think of was talking to you
Struggled to get back up on my feet
Staggered over and sat on a seat
Can't remember what I was going to say
Look out! Here he comes,
He's coming your way! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2009 12:35:21 PM | He's coming your way
feel the floor sway
I'm not saying he's over weight
just don't let that be your fate
epidemic some say in our time
other say it shows a weak mind
costs accelerate when totally ignored
that much fat should never be stored
all this weight to carry around
the hassle of finding solid ground
cloths, furniture and everyday things
add diabetes and this state stings
we all need to encourage whoever we know
help them strike a fatal blow
obesity is too nice to say about that
time to be honest and call it fat | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2009 2:08:43 PM | time to be honest and call it
fat chance you won the lottery today!
if so, I give you a huge hooray!
so what'chya gonna do with all that money?
did ya ever think things would suddenly be so sunny?
bet you thought it was only a tease
but now life has changed and become such a breeze....
gosh.... you've done it against all odds
well, if you gave some away, you'd get many approving nods....
why don't you offer some to those who have nothing at all
cuz spending it solely on you seems a real selfish call
and for all those who paid to build your win up so high
feeling very depressed to lose to such a guy
so please, offer some to those who have none....
go on...I dare you....at least try | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2009 6:05:20 PM | go on...I dare you....at least try
might be a hero or the next fall guy
life was serene out on the pond
then came the storm and folks got brawned
heartless haranguing misconstrued
first by the damsel then by the dude
some history maybe, an axe to hone
let peace return to the poetry zone
casualties caught in the breeze
some licking wounds. some like to tease
go on...I dare you...stir the pot
as for me, I'd rather not | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2009 6:19:48 PM | as for me, I'd rather not....
course I have at times
been caught stirring the pot...
was banned with the others
defending our rhymes
these days I try to stay out of the fray
keep my heart open along with my mind
but when some are sent packing
because their tact is lacking
I feel a sadness that's hard to define | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2009 6:33:33 PM | I feel a sadness that's hard to define
when friends are lost to the wind
no court of justice to mete out a fine
no chance for the slain to explain or rescind
the bird flew the coup so long ago now
peace at what cost when the heart is lost
his songs long gone done in by the plow
and verdant green fields yield to frost
the times they are drab unless you like gab
all good things seem to lose power
victorian manses give way to prefab
and the garden ceases to flower | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2009 6:36:14 PM | I feel a sadness that's hard to define
shredding the outskirts of my mind
leaving destruction in its wake
between the typhoons and the quakes
a tsunami is racing toward the shore
if I'm quick enough to close the door
that blackness won't engulf my soul
maybe i should smoke a bowl | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2009 6:51:21 PM | maybe i should smoke a bowl
then go out and poke a mole
root it from its tunnel deep
maybe then I could get some sleep
maybe I should drop some cid
wait a minute I already did
was that just now or years ago
matters not, on with the show! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2009 8:01:16 PM | matters not, on with the show
I just ate a Cheerio that looked like a toe
does that sound weird, I think it does
must be the high from the cereal buzz
what am I going on about
makes no sense to pout and doubt
I think I need to get some sleep
then wake and think of something deep | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2009 8:16:52 PM | then wake and think of something deep
dredged up from the deepest sleep
adorned with horns bloodied by sheep
they shoulda stayed inside the fence
and if you still feel kinda sleepy
and find your thoughts are way too creepy
the monitors will go bleepy bleepy
then laugh at your expense | |
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