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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/25/2009 11:56:51 PM | a woman's life
is not like a man's
she'll call it strife
over doin' some pots and pans
but if it weren't for she
there would be no he | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/26/2009 1:10:30 AM | Do you seriously believe that?
Some believe we're all important equally
Of course there'd be no he without she
Nor would there be any she's without he's
Together we form humanity
Joining forces is our destiny | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/26/2009 4:47:41 AM | Joining forces is our destiny
And so the friends did think
Never to be separated
On that they shared a drink
Years go by they wither
The friends they go astray
Remembering days of unity
A different life... back in the day | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/26/2009 6:06:20 AM | A different life, back in the day
Before His sons did go astray
Then, lucifer thought he was great
So he rebelled and sealed his fate
But, seven thousand did stand firm
inheriting a job this term | |
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Posted: 10/26/2009 3:02:19 PM | maybe you can sell it
to the highest bidder
after all that's the way
where money rules the day
and everyone is forced to pay
even the media has no free say
and we're drowning in mountains of litter | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/26/2009 5:11:15 PM | we're drowning in mountains of litter
and climbing up of oceans of trash
we can't see past our last twitter
but we know how to recycle cash
the sunset is lost in the distance
the focus is lost on the self
the workers are thrown a pittance
while the big twits amass great wealth | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/26/2009 7:29:26 PM | while the big twits amass great wealth
with big pots 'n pans citing civilized
it's the stooley in the room of Stealth
you best send in to have analised
for a sticks and a bones do tell a lie
in days of past and future's poor
the doggie behind the window drinks rye
while watching ladies of couture | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/26/2009 8:38:36 PM | while watching ladies of couture
a trembling stein I raise to my lips
is this considered a form of culture
or just mindless gyration of hips
a peeps a creep with no soul to keep
but the show runs 24/7
a dive is a dive and the dive is deep
less pasties and g's would be heaven | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/27/2009 1:33:37 PM | less pasties and g's would be heaven
in an underground with no materialistic mirror.
why tunnel to score a chore while sore?
dont we know it ends up a bore?
language hitting indirectly
tooling the tounge of the dragon
surrounded by bunnies divorcing history from law
who needs a head full of fur mouth anyway?
as hope falls feral into infernal hell wit nutin to do
no reason to meet up with somethin'
that always wants to do somethin' else.
bare my arse in public someplace for laughs
as the elephants are running scared from mice
a death wishing wish doctor just ate a hive of bees
waiting for the bang of the gavel on gravel
judging the train wrecks and freak shows
the chanting mass cheers and awaits
the next beastie feastie buzzing fuzzy deluge.
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/27/2009 2:05:48 PM | the next beastie feastie buzzing fuzzy deluge
unreal the things we find ourselves in
dancing the fine wire between love...and grinnin
one to the left three to the right
gaveling them down the path downtrodden
judging the laws, rules to abide
masses destructing in front of our eyes
was it all a joke...or maybe a path of lies? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/27/2009 2:36:57 PM | was it all a joke?
or maybe a path of lies lies before us
looking more beautiful than any day
you gotta spread your sail and drive home
when theres nuthin left to say
hurricane baths bring vigalance
what went down below deck is ok
i dont roll dice when chance is left to happenstance
i take my time before i disobey
(sarcastic,maybe,a joke, no) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/27/2009 4:46:30 PM | I take my time before i disobey
say what comes to mind anyway
stray off on some tangent at the drop of a hat
look around to from where it was at
think like a cat or dog in heat
while dancing the words in sweaty bare feet
greet me pals and new found chums
before I go i may kick some bums
laugh at the moon
spin my spoon
mix up a chocolate coffee treat
then relax back into my lazy-boy seat | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/27/2009 5:10:39 PM | then relax back into my lazy-boy seat
spin the spoon muthfuka
u know zactly what i talkin about
all bull s-t is now that aint throw'in clout
theres nuthin to dream about
aside from who dreams
there is no blood left a-pumping
i dont care why you creamed
bring it on i dare the lumping | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/27/2009 11:16:32 PM | bring it on
i dare the lumping
i know a bit
now i know nothing
life is beautiful
then it suck
i'm totally broke
now i have buck
forever the cycle
keeps on turning
forever i flow and i
keep on learning | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/27/2009 11:37:43 PM | Keep on learning
the world's turning, still
no matter which direction
there's always a hill
the hill has two sides,
a resting spot, or two
soak in the scene
enjoy the view ;)
(going with the flow here...and there) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/28/2009 2:31:54 PM | enjoy the view
falling through
all sense of me and you
vision of ocean
battering the shore
waves keep floating
coming back for more | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/28/2009 2:56:45 PM | coming back for more
unless you slam the door
once was not enough
I've come to call your bluff
and if the door should slam
you won't know who I am
who's the wham bam here
guess I've fallen on deaf ear | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/28/2009 9:26:24 PM | guess I've fallen on deaf ear
since you don't seem to hear
me I'm talkin' to you
listen up and get a clue
stoic resistance
ballsy persistence
open your mind, relax your stance
let your thoughts and spirit dance | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/28/2009 10:00:04 PM | let your thoughts and spirit dance
let your heart be filled with inspiration
resist the temptation
to hold yourself small
your smallness does not serve the world
only your fullness, can
so give me your hand
and I will whisper, "there is something beautiful inside of you" | |
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