| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2009 8:26:45 PM | then laugh at your expense
not need to take it seriously
be gentle the way life is spent
don't live your life in misery
each day carries a lifetime
it's a matter the way we live it
dwelling on yesterday is a crime
let it go and just forgive it... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2009 11:33:16 PM | then laugh at your expense
I know it makes no sense
but sometimes my mind is dense
taking life too seriously
then just as quickly
it flips a switch
and suddenly I'm really giggly
good thing or I'd be such a bytch
(oops....sorry rosie...somehow missed this page entirely)
let it go and just forgive it
stay in the moment and gratefully live it
for life is here to feel it all
the highs and lows and even the falls
for when we're down flat on the ground
it's ok to stay there and look around
feel the earth support from below
see the sky and the stars aglow
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/21/2009 11:48:05 PM | see the sky and the stars aglow
and a girl plays in the garden below
finally able to find some fun
stringing garlands with a parlance hard won
and her flowers bloom in the morning sun
but the fertilizer none the wiser doesn't get the pun
so the daisy's get crazy and begin to wilt
and the bulldozer steams ahead at full tilt | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/22/2009 8:51:33 PM | and the bulldozer steams ahead at full tilt
crumbling the buildings that once some men built
knocking down stone doors to the past
laying foundations with one steady blast
the journey begins one brick at a time
starting all over apres the decline
the fortress goes up, a new world arises
Paving the sidewalk with rocks of all sizes | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/22/2009 8:55:01 PM | Paving the sidewalk with rocks of all sizes
an ole lady crept out of her bed, walked up a hill
in her dreams the top held grand prizes
but she tripped and fell into the rill
as a purser came walkin' by
he turned her over only to find
she was made of sandpaper, mouth so dry
and turned into dust leavin' him in a bind | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/22/2009 9:24:03 PM | and turned into dust leavin' him in a bind
Lost he would never find his own kind
He scooped her precious dust and blew
A moist kiss into her dry lips to pull through
Her very essence that turned his heart to stone
Collecting only a ticket instead of a bone
He sent her on her way ticket full her day saved
No recall except sand granules on his lip he waved | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/23/2009 5:37:10 PM | No recall except sand granules on his lip he waved
I exclaimed and ran south from the deal
whatever it meant, it never did rest
it broke lose and got lost in the steel
that bullet heart aiming at the dove
through mosh pit deamons or free love
stripping clouds off the shiney dawn
with no sense of faith, i know im gone
but to peer up at the geese
gives my soul a big release
lost days flown loanly into the night
crows flying blindly full of fright
trailing the tail as anthems bail
burn in flames as our policies fail | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/23/2009 6:03:08 PM | burn in flames as our policies fail
to help the people through this gale
of economic deprivation hale
bombarding us and dashing our hope
of finding fulfillment on this downhill slope....
working so hard barely able to cope
with all our debt that keeps mounting
just wishing to run free through a fountain
or perhaps find freedom in a wishing well
instead of struggling through this economic hell.... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/24/2009 1:54:06 PM | instead of struggling through this economic hell
we can declare **** it
too many facts that are unreal
too much pulse breaking my backbone
the bullett dug deep
lost track of what drove
home in the meadow
of a sleepy grove
running the strip on an cloudy dawn
from the right sky i know where they;ve gone
lost days blown slowly across the dawn
i stare at my lap to decide what is wrong
forget the grievance of the burning grass
i gotta pull over, theres a cop on my ass | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/24/2009 6:14:04 PM | I gotta pull over, there's a cop on my ass
his flashing blue lights appeared so fast
scared me instantly I'm shittin' my pants
fvck it, does he think I'm a dealer perchance?
ahhh, he's struttin' his stuff here at my window
I've honestly had enough of his false innuendo
he's stopped me quite wrongly knowing I'm innocent
claiming my plates told him I have an expired license
my blood starts to boil and I know I must recoil
but my mouth can't stop now and I say it's a lie
the shock on his face could never replace
my contempt of his using his badge just to spy | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/24/2009 8:55:04 PM | my contempt of his using his badge just to spy
has resulted in problems but somehow I've got by
having spent nights in jail in all first thirteen states
half a life lost to debauchery with stories in crates
sucking air long enough till i found a clue
to reach a point where each day is new
where each day can be greeted as a moment of grace
Im amazed how the world turns creating new space | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/24/2009 9:03:29 PM | I'm amazed how the world turns creating new space
Wide open and waiting
For adventure to take place
New days, new beginnings
Maybe ....even extra innings
We'll just have to wait
and see
For no matter what I do
It's never really up to just me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/24/2009 10:13:40 PM | It's never really up to just me
i can plead for the morning and yet just be
i will plunge on the axe if my soul aint set free
i will single to right and keep up the inning
nothing ive purchased turns out what it seams
ive sent love and wondered what went wrong with my dreams
i have no idea why the ice screams
they must be just hanging and grinning | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/25/2009 3:11:58 PM | they must be just hanging and grinning
sinning and spinning trust in dusty days
while the moon light splits into spectral dreams
screaming rectal pin hole dits fight in Doom style
then across that fantasy vector
Hector shot his arrow at Ben
only to accidently strike a great hero's tendon
pretendin it was someone else more homely
This let Ben slip away with the help of Jerry
very conviently amalgimating in bliss
Soon we all came to love their new scheme
seen on pants narrow and wide any afternoon
dripping from cracked cones in the hands of a child
mild flavours with topping you could be sipping
even the sick get to have this delicous treat
beat and whipped into a shake for Stephen | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/25/2009 9:43:42 PM | beat and whipped into a shake for Stephen
spleen burst lying on a barroom floor
sawdust wafting from rafters
termites knocking at the door
trendy shorts with a baggy ass
beat feet down the street
nurse in the corner playing the pipes
not someone you want to meet | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/25/2009 9:49:42 PM | not someone you want to meet
if you hump into the wrong bed
you could be sore ended to the street
if the missus yells too loud from the head
carry a disguise like a mask
or be ready to run like a rat
a huge bag of armory for your task
can easily be solved with a bat | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/25/2009 9:59:15 PM | can easily be solved with a bat
or be ready to run like a rat
yes, my Westie is primed
taught him to spot you
a long time ago | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/25/2009 10:06:58 PM | a long time ago
the last line went first
and there was a flow
but then it was burst
the posse was wild
the west was determined
while picking their teeth
free of fur from the vermin | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/25/2009 10:18:23 PM | who feast without conscience
who, I ask, comes to the table
grace on the place we all come to face
down our demons under the gable
who thinks they know all
gone down through the ages
is it loss that's the teacher
and pain turns the pages | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/25/2009 10:19:39 PM | free of fur from the vermin
is riddles within British sermon
like weary ole seamen
who mate under spells of a wicken
come abroad so much to give
humorous liasons we live
ale is drunk with olive sticks | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/25/2009 10:21:05 PM | and pain turns the pages that
you will never be privy to but
the first amendment assures
you can speculate at will | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/25/2009 10:27:50 PM | you can speculate at will
says the birds near the rill
as the girl takes her last pill
a greyhound goes for the kill
a fox lays down from the skill | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/25/2009 10:35:43 PM | a fox lays down from the skill
of her survival against a predator
because the hunt is nothing more than
one hunter's thoughtless kill | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/25/2009 10:59:45 PM | one hunter's thoughtless kill
is another's gone to measure
a jagged pill rolls down the hill
and becomes another's pleasure
one hunter's gun smokes for fun
and blows rings the time to pass
and the feathers settle on a plate of metal
and the taxidermist laughs last | |
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