| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/5/2009 3:35:35 AM | 'infinity is a long time'
imagining in my mind.....
when I was very young
just before falling asleep
I'd try and imagine infinity
I'd try and imagine the void
I'd try and imagine never ever ever ever ever ever
ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
coming back or being ever again
once we're in a coffin....
even at a very young age
trying to get a sense of the never after
trying to see just one life is what we be
I came to the belief we do not just live individually
I came to believe we do not die and end
to live never again....
I came to believe in reincarnation
maybe not always in human formation....
because
infinity is a long time | |
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Posted: 11/5/2009 4:45:22 AM | infinity is a long time
I feel you can't experience it all in the form you're in
so yes, I too believe as you.
Yet, take it a step further
What if, being human is the last step?
What if being human is like God himself, all powerful?
Domination over all!
As it is written, knowing good and evil.
Knowing 'you' ... as they ... can be guilty of both.
Even they feared man eating the forbidden fruit life
What if, they we trying to spare you that fate?
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Posted: 11/5/2009 5:56:15 AM | What if, they we trying to spare you that fate?
Or perhaps it appears so but then in truth
There could me more behind a secret door - relate
But man does indeed play God without Heaven's roof
Men have power in life to create happiness or strife
The animals are deemed inferior - Man to be superior
Who decided that? God may look down and frown
At the humans who wish to steal His holy crown
There will come a Judgement Day when all will be held
To account - and we'll find out to what we all do amount | |
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Posted: 11/5/2009 9:30:57 AM | There will come a Judgement Day when all will be held
To account - and we'll find out to what we all do amount
and if not, oh well it was nice while it lasted
I can at the very least say that
anything more would be bonus time
floating in space on a nursery rhyme
robbing peter today to pay paul tomorrow
leaves me with a certain pitying sorrow
apples in baskets look pretty for sure
but if you eat one today it is sure to cure
beware of false promise or compromise
expecting resurrecting post demise
hear today may be gone next week
what comes next can't take a peek
for now be god in all that you do
and pray if you like for dreams to come true
sitting as we do on the point of a pin
the probability of which was pretty thin
feel the fortune of the favor you savor
why is it again that we need a saviour? | |
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Posted: 11/5/2009 10:02:10 AM | why is it again that we need a saviour?
fighting with pens can be bad behaviours
fighting with swords or bombs is much worse
by moving towards a short ride in a hearse
if we followed the lead from so long ago
not wallowed in feed buried under the snow
planning attacks on unsuspecting foe
burning the shacks taking children in tow
history of man is a lesson in destruction
rapes and pillage can hide childhood abduction
forcing the poor to die under the palace
abuse does endure with more than pure malice
a saviour is a pacifying fantasy plot
so peasants keep denying the shaft they've got
it puts their poor sad morals on the spot
letting powers soar saving anyone who's hot
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Posted: 11/6/2009 2:10:07 AM | Letting powers soar saving anyone who's hot
Warm-hearted with a leaning towards empathy
Thawing out the cold ones with ice hearts and no sympathy
For the plight of others; every person is meaningful
Their existence touching brothers, mothers, friends or lovers
Who are we to decide who is worth 'so much more'
That's God's place to work out the ultimate score | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 11:10:04 AM | That's God's place to work out the ultimate score
but no one listens, wanting more more more
existence in the distance too hard to swallow
so go for the gusto but keep it shallow
too hard to think past the gnome on the lawn
but that's ok the soup is on
straight from the can to the pan for the man
no tomorrow no sorrow, the plan | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 1:12:33 PM | No tomorrow no sorrow, the plan
How hopeless a prophecy for man
'Tis better having hope
Helping billions worldwide cope
Belief in God's existence
Is a positive choice
For the alternative is merely
Our own pessimistic voice | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 1:36:06 PM | our own pessimistic voice
is laced with religion's taught choice
let it be
set yourself free
wars will come and go
money to be made you know
look within and rest
discover your own negative best
leaves are falling to their death
it's natural, not crystal or crowd meth
mating time will come
do you like dip sum? | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 2:40:01 PM | do you like dip sum?'
its yum cha, dim sun
aahhh graasshaappa
you ignore the cruel
tutelage of Pai Mei
at your own risk
for that we must
swordfight at dawn
to the crazy 88's
revenge is
never a straight line
(a partial ode to the lonely grave of paula schultz and david carradine. whatever it was that happened)
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Posted: 11/6/2009 3:27:53 PM | Well Joro the mate slipped..permanent ...oops. Not sure who Paul Schultz is.
Never a straight line
can be drawn
with a crooked stick
so suck my d-ck
at your own risk
tsk tsk tsk
said the blindman
Minotaur on the wan
amid his frenzied she club
while seated in his tub
rub a dub dubbed
his feets were both clubbed
Arooooo chortled the Flyer
my mate's no cryer
he's the man in the mirror
no MJ talented leerer
stilletto blade
in an everglade
of the misuse
and abuse
of lust
or trust
(Alrighty then! I saw on the telly that the Isle of Crete hore the original Minotaur. Greeks thought man actually had sense along with his animal drives. Bravo for the homage Joro! Good job!) | |
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Posted: 11/6/2009 7:38:04 PM | Trust is a fleeting thing
it brings love, friend and different things'
Grief is what it brought this day
as soldiers were all blown away.
They trusted this man who was their major,
but now they face his betryal.
He took a gun and took their lives,
took them from their children and wives.
Ah who can we trust in this day and age,
what has happened in lifes lonely page.
when trust is gone and nothing is left,
it leaves us all hurting leaves us bereft.
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Posted: 11/6/2009 8:01:48 PM |
it leaves us all hurting
leaves us bereft
through the bereaves
aimlessly we drift
homeward bound
back to dust
squandered time
chasing lust
goals of goals inside desire
rung after rung up to the wire
along the tight rope with shaky baby steps
keep asking why ya gets what ya gets
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Posted: 11/6/2009 9:26:53 PM | keep asking why ya gets what ya gets
with a plate full in front of the not quite yets
folks are a-dying by the hands of beranrd gets
you cant hunt for humans out of season
acid and qualudes in days of old
the laws on my tail so i wont say what i rolled
all rules can be broken when you sleep in the cold
when the sun sets you dont need a reason
(paula schultz is the name on the grave uma thurman got buried alive under in kill bill 2) | |
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Posted: 11/7/2009 1:40:49 AM | when the sun sets
you don't need a reason
He knows your heart
if there has been treason
your life's been lived
the end of your season | |
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Posted: 11/7/2009 4:39:36 AM | the end of your season
leads to a new one
all life is transition
as one cycle ends
another will begin
continuous motion
of energy circulation
like waves in an ocean | |
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Posted: 11/7/2009 4:44:24 AM | Like waves in an ocean
Crashing on distant shores
Within your dreamscape in mind
Heart shining like a beacon
A lighthouse in the darkness find
Salvation from the storm of life
Rescued from the jagged rocks
No shipwreck here - no driftwood
A ship sailing through time's clocks | |
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Posted: 11/7/2009 4:53:02 AM | a ship sailing through time's clocks
getting caught in those illusive locks
lost in the journey dependent on time....
writing predictably when I'm so stuck in rhyme....
one day I'll do as my brother did say
try and release my mind from thinking this way
but perhaps it will not begin today
'cuz writing in rhyme can be fun
seeing how the words are spun.....
and now it's done! | |
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Posted: 11/7/2009 10:16:53 AM | now it's done and ya can't take it back
hope it was fun fore you fell down the crack
this is just one of a giant stack
mistakes seem to keep on coming
watching the rain as it drips on my floor
easying some strain letting flys out the door
avoiding the pain of trying to kill more
it takes less time when humming | |
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Posted: 11/8/2009 10:01:49 AM | It takes less time when humming
And your heartbeat is thunderously drumming
Lifeblood pumping round the carriageways of body
Everyone is someone - there is no such thing as 'nobody'
Flesh and bone the structure which makes us human
Fallible, incredible - the mysteries of God and man | |
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Posted: 11/8/2009 10:42:33 AM | Fallible, incredible - the mysteries of God and man
crawlable inevitable - i will make my final stand
crucible defendable- ask freely, but please dont demand
I will say what i want when i feel it
mystical debacle, falling from grace
cuffs shedding shackles whats lost is a waste
holes patched with spackle there is no disgrace
the fruits on the table so lets peel it | |
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Posted: 11/8/2009 10:55:22 AM | the fruits on the table so lets peel it
remove the outer covering
searching for the sweetness
held inside
not fully ripened
by the rays of the sun
bitterness and resentment
when matters left undone
check for softness
and the sweet aroma of readiness
in order to proceed
juicy and tantalizing
indeed | |
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Posted: 11/8/2009 3:54:33 PM | you can't make him feed
despite hay and water
but you can make him bleed
if he dont pay no quarter
heroine's rapture, stopped at the gate
the mad hatters captured for he is runnin late
the blues have turned ashur as we try to abate
the violence that explodes on the border | |
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Posted: 11/8/2009 4:15:27 PM | the violence that explodes on the border
breaks my heart in two
there is no semblance of real order
'makes my green eyes blue'
no respect for life's conviction
every day is a battle
trapped by greed and addiction
people lead like cattle | |
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