| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/22/2007 9:18:08 PM | mystified in the dream
of seeing you
my fantasy personified
your face as familiar as my own
now within my reach
a trembling touch
of hand to cheek
and i know
dreams can come true | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/22/2007 10:09:07 PM | dreams can come true
but not ones born in a life past
only the ones born today or tomorrow
put away hope of past life dreams
put away tears, put away sorrow
you want a dream to really come true?
make it born of me and you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/23/2007 6:45:54 AM | make it born of me and you
as we go forward, just we two
forging on this winding path
seeking our peace, not others wrath
changing days and changing times
slow us down, it feels of crimes
against us as we trudge through
and make our way, just we two | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/23/2007 7:12:28 AM | and make our way just we two
I like a father and she like a child
parting tenderly as lovers often do
one gruff the other innocent and mild
still we make our way
planning and plotting the route
getting thru each day
without giving out
secrets kept and secrets revealed
tears wept and feelings hurt
pain in the forefront and pain concealed
though always moving ,never inert
til at last we are there
the final destination
without a care
with much fanfare and great celebration | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/23/2007 9:21:16 AM | With much fanfare and great celebration
any one of us can eff up his or her life
but it takes a real dullard to get it right
in some ordinary, uninspired way! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/23/2007 9:40:25 AM | In some ordinary, uninspired way,
I shall get through just another day.
For life is often darkest;
when seeing it through misty eyes.
Within the storm of life;
my heart wears no disquise. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/23/2007 11:43:30 AM |
the truth, not an illusion
myopia is all the treason
living in da wish wash wiff
nuttin more den the best darn riff
raff floatin o'er da pond
makin sing wings fly round and hither
soar as clear as days to come
making progress ... slow as plum
cheshire chairs and wood stove mats
tinsel town and mead filled hats
anything ...
sometimes I just feel like thats
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/23/2007 5:10:51 PM | sometimes I just feel like thats
like this too for your
or like a trike parked for the night
chained to a parking meter
the seat tossed into my backpack
earbuds dangling around my breast
searching to invest in some new fangled thing
spontaneously I sing some old Long John song
missing the real thing
when out of nowhere the bell tolls
as vibrations reminds me of some poll about birds
using words like ornithology and windows
I wonder where the next twist will accent in drink form
lemons come to mind with a kind of duality you find
hiding behind a chorus with horns and a triangle
disgusted with these tangents
I insert the buds and crank the volume
as I walk on | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/23/2007 5:12:29 PM | sometimes I just feel like thats
and sometimes I just feel like this's
Sometimes I give brick-bats
and sometimes I give kisses
I'm just a somewhat lonely mister
looking for a lovely missus | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/23/2007 8:24:19 PM |
looking for a lovely missus
in the free world as it hissus
us aroun
and aroun
oh lookie what I foun
doubt
no notta doubt but a reel
fish on my ReaL
What a blessed good deal
Mister ... I LOVE ... kissus
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/24/2007 5:19:11 AM | as I walk on
I'm missing some
who have fallen
dead
beside me
some of my blood
some of my heart
I carry them
inside me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/24/2007 8:28:19 AM | inside me
are my insides
and I don't often let anyone see
where my heart resides
the outside needs some work
if I could only turn inside out
cause that's where I lurk
my insides have no doubt
Do I have to turn my insides, inside out? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/24/2007 9:40:39 AM | Do I have to turn my insides, inside out?
Of course you do darling
It’s called justice
A travesty of morals
They will tell you learn
To live with technicalities
Do not be a sacrifice to us
For it was always I implicated
It’s only a charade of living
Finally hearing ghostly whispers | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/24/2007 11:16:15 AM | Finally hearing ghostly whispers
I sat here so still hoping one would utter a sound.
I wondered if I'd made it up....
Since the waiting has been such a painful ride
And then I realized this....
In my mind, it doesn't matter
Because the ghostly whispers I heard
Fell from heaven from your lips to my ear
And bathed me in love once more. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/24/2007 8:32:59 PM | And bathed me in love once more
candle light, wine
and Santana
I wear your whisker burn
bandana
sheen of sweat
and rumple sheeted
satiated and repleted | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/24/2007 8:46:44 PM |
satiated and repleted
gorged and reheated
filled to stuff even the finer bluff
I can't seem to believe any of my guff
does it mean I'm really rough
at first hand sight
and need another to end my plight?
I don't know
Sometimes it just is right
and
then decides to take a twist
taking me up roads that clearly lift
all awhile comes back to you
then I rememember
Us swimming in the sea of
Joy and Happiness
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/24/2007 9:01:52 PM | Joy and Happiness
[in lightest voice]
[whispering into my groin]
I
[bequeathed in selfishness]
watched for souls I could purloin
in that dark bar
where geishas play
endless riots of normality
I ponder their decisiveness
then shudder in sobriety
..
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/24/2007 9:12:20 PM |
I ponder their decisiveness
then shudder in sobriety
like I was comming down off a weekend bender
of decisions
made in haste
wasted
decisions pondering about
sobriety
the battle
the hype
the higher power
the stereo type
the falling off the wagon
the .00000001 % alcohol trick
why I shudder is sobriety is too sober
benders are
well they're just too bent
and so
I flounder around with time zone types
that know a particular place
that place we both have went...
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/25/2007 7:50:46 AM | that place we both have went
a moment from the past
talking about the time we spent
that never seemed to last
when you were there ,Iwas not
whenyou were gone ,I was ready
and sometimes both forgot
still I thought you were steady
that may be just the thing
that jogs my foggy mind
and the painful sting
for you had to be cruel to be kind | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/25/2007 8:02:06 AM |
for you had to be cruel to be kind
a tangerine tango of the mind
letting loose the twist of peal
zest and courage in order to feal
yet no matter the way I try to express
the juice of the dew
seems to overcome in confess
yet I will not
let that part of me go
who wants the pip ( not me )
THAT
I've come to know ...
I've thrown it on the ground to watch it grow ...
Today
I like bouncy and billows and sails
slipping the sea with big sheet white tails
of shirts that come clean out of a locker of time
and flow like a cloud in some ordinance of lime
keys broken in a discordant thought
and then flowing like islands into the right slot
doors
that have a simple open
like bernie taupin songs
you hear them ... but he doesn't sing them
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/25/2007 11:34:48 AM | he doesn't sing them for anyone else
they collect years of dust upon that shelf
so long ago the time was right
now it feels like constant night
he tries his best to give to you
not fast enough with things to do
gone again on down the road
leaving rememberance of weightless loads
so many days gone into night
with warm arms and delight
hot breakfast and a squeeze
after a fun little tease
were you not pleased
did he need to get down on his kneess
beg in some way
for her to stay
she's claiming it was only play
the truth would ride a new day
swayed by such a long delay
the blue sky now was grey | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/25/2007 10:48:38 PM | The blue sky now was grey
Light was lost with no array
The clouds crept in covering
Darkening sky only hovering
Tormenting the day’s light
Concealing it from our sight
But the sun is never far away
To light the sky and remove the grey
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/26/2007 12:36:14 AM |
to light the sky and remove the grey
before I so call 'hit the hay'
I feel the motion of the full river
sway
me up the banks and through the clay
til i am a mold stuck all together
within-play
mixed with straw and sticks and pebbles
then when fully baked...
I want to roll and crush
like rebels ... break the bodypot surrounding me
and come right clean
into the river ...
again ...
... whew ...
and say
"hey
this is me"
at the end
of day
coo coo
...lol
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