| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 3:21:54 AM | ^^^Playing chess...I call this checkmate...VVV
spread upon his ham
trained to give and run
Hamsters are so adept
At licking everything
Another Tom Dick or Harry
It’s an unique taste
To mix chocolate and champagne
Must be human in sensuality
The genuine woman in giggles
Licks in aftermath | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 652 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 3:48:31 AM | Licks in aftermath
is just like farting in the bath
for letting a bubble there
adds such perfume to the air
and surely that is better
than breaking a french letter
a waiting as the weeks go past
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 4:17:15 AM | To see if the pink will pass
I allowed myself freedom of knights
Never feeling worthy to outshine
The moment I received a treasured gift
I locked in the castles of my heart
It would be insanity
To believe more in cyberspace
The white queen licks her lips
Staring at the black king
Both gaze at the hell in between | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 654 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 2:56:10 PM | Both gaze at the hell in between
sightless now, at things unseen
that slobber in their endless hate
seeking life; they will not wait
but strip the fabric of those lives
into the places bloodlust thrives
Listen child; your endless seeking
oozes silent; deadly reeking
with offerings of lives of peace
covens power none the least
shall shatter you in its yearning
find the One; the only learning
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 3:07:24 PM |
find the One; the only learning
device that's necessary
One is the loneliest number
Until broken into a few pieces
Distributed like fairy dust and christmas eggs
knogging on your door
scraped up from the coyotes cache
of halloween last
Then it becomes
a jungle
of jubilation
creation and ghouls
fools and nin cumpoops
rockets and spider webs
hairpin turns and round abouts
Just find the one
and you'll know your knoggin is eggin for
true pure vanilla bean
silk variety ... as a stocking hanging mid air light as july in afternoon dreams learning to be
a slow learner
... before too long the stalking is hanging heavy
with more to learn ...
like where
are we
going
to put all this stuff?
[christmas crazies learning to be slow
learners of 'hanging in there' ... the siky stockings of july afternoons, cat dreams and
butterfly wings will return with program ... to your town soon]
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 656 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 3:30:45 PM | to put all this stuff
into a bag; that burns inside with pleading
as knowledge has a simple price
requiring of much bleeding
when aspired to angrily
or with a shuttered heart
an empty gaze will thus remain
forbidding you another start
So seek it eyes wide open
accept the seemly endless pain
One is just completeness
how sweet those memories remain
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 3:39:53 PM |
how sweet those memories ...
remain
remain
they must remain
or I'll jus go insane
give them back
don't give me flack
I need them for my frame
the one I put my ideas into
the one I cherish each day
I need a frame
of reference
for the memories to stay
how they were lay'n
so when the surf comes up and washes at my art
I will have to find a big ole board and keep it from my heart
frozen in retro dimensional remainders
of the tidal pull apart
seething at my weaknesses
and foaming at my knees
I will always beg for mercy when the tide comes in for these
I cry way out
a seaward shout on the salty winds of spray
"Remain, remain,
I must have my sweet memories, or my life may as well be slain"
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 658 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 3:53:23 PM | "I must have my sweet memories or my life may as well be slain"
said the flying purple people eater [as if that could explain]
why tree climbing tryantimontigongaloups played nicely in the rain
yet the architops were happy, smiling through their venom sacs
and herbicarps [in dismal fear] felt the abyss's creeping backs
so shiny was the carapace of lustrous red and whitish blacks
dreaming broken emptiness, of negative emotion
I wandered into subsequence, yearning that devotion
may allow its saltiness to be my salvation
so ponder you as whimsical my flights of fancy free
crocodiles may linger in the skies forever free
surfing so far underground on a frozen sea
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 4:09:39 PM |
surfing so far underground on a frozen sea
I started to believe
I was an ice burgeoning
within a seaweed tree
of roots
that became betwangled
betwisted
in betwixt the sea tree house that noah built amongst the rocky heights
my finny tail and a rainbow trail glimmering from above
like heavenly
starry flights ... took on a glow of radiance that shot through former nights
I realized that this must mean I'm surf acing
soon to find my sense
of mermaid wiles and coral tiles that hither and hark to the call
a lark of sorts that finds the ports
to which we aspire all
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 660 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 4:21:05 PM | to which we aspire all
perhaps it was or was it less
as the mothers sometimes bless
the antics of the child in womb
uncaring of the dismal gloom
that harkens to the every call
offering the chains of thrall
far below the dripping cliffs
envisioning the selfishness
great white bear; in hopeless quest
ravages dumps of hopelessness
forsaken there by we poor fools
forgetting all the mothers rules
changing thus the ways of life
ending up in foetid strife
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 4:29:54 PM |
ending up in foetid strife
fool's we've been all along
cajoling and merrimaking and crying and sobbing
ignorant
of the turning burning selfish blatant arrogant blithering terrors
the mother has forsaken her children in teaching them
to avoid the foetid strife that comes
with denial
I was wishing with all my heart she would just see
for an instant that this isn't about 'for a while'
the legacy of fools and mothers rules, neglect, and non communication
another rug to sweep it under
has become foetid
and rediculously out of hand ... and weary with tribulation
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 662 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 4:38:45 PM | and ridiculously out of hand
in ways we never understand
until its finally too late
drive-by on a lovely date
as bullets bring a lonely end
never can we once pretend
we never knew the answer there
red the blood in bleached blonde hair
for legacies of endless strife
are their mute replies to life
and we
proclaiming innocence
accept the world is just nonsense
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Posted: 12/3/2007 4:49:19 PM |
and we proclaiming innocence
accept the world is just nonsense
and riddles
we like the tender
the vittles
peaches and lettuce
and gardens to get us
into a place where there isn't a race
a nice pace and panacea
a horn of souls
of plenty love and thoughts
hearts. gardenias, pleasure, romance
bees and birds
flowers
a place teaming with these
non
stop
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 664 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 5:00:04 PM | Stop
or not
its up to you
carresses deeply finding
the lust inside
as widowed bride
reflects her dark derision
then lingers
floating
reaching out for fond embrace
mellowing
contented
a crooked smile on happy face
realising
finally
as lust and love combine
emptiness
is bitter
lust plays a sweeter line
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 5:10:33 PM |
emptyness is bitter, lust plays a sweeter song
a nut hatch knows this
when the days have turned to long te
for the one that she holds close to her
her beak with barely a bit
of hazel shell, no butter to warm
her nights with cuddles and wit
she flys with energetic whisp o wills
in the twilight of her wing
til suns warm re emergence
butters spread her vines to sing
these tales they aren't my own at all
but handed down by one
that knew the way of throwing honey
at the sour lemon sun
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 666 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 5:21:40 PM | that knew the way of throwing honey at the sour lemon sun
and watched in quiet despair at what had now begun
as contrails wide and weary through cumulous began to run
eagles in their arrogance presume to mastery
sharks careless indiference rules the surly sea
fractured dreams and memories lie in wait for me
bloody red the twilight; eking out the witching hour
other things on fibrous wings relishing the power
in silence is the hunter; tylluan the owl
we poor fools cannot; ever understand
as we watch the dying, crying of the land
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Posted: 12/3/2007 5:23:36 PM | At the sour lemon sun
he laughed
while lollipops flew by
with deep sea divers
chasing fish
in clouds up in the sky
The saxophone played in
the night
whilst honeysuckles danced
created in a state
of mind
with audience that glanced. | |
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Posted: 12/3/2007 5:26:42 PM |
we poor fools cannot; ever understand
as we watch the dying, crying of the land
we haven't the foresight it seems
apathy all around
contagion festered like a mould
time to shed delight
de light of de sight fore front and center
wake up everyone the land is crying dying in our ignorance and sheer madness of an eye for an eye and the pie in the sky
dreams are not made of these
please do what you can
be of healthy spirit and mind
when you can
... understand
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 669 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 5:30:06 PM | Understand
never
Why should I bother
Momentary
indecision
Memories of the Mother
Crying
in darkness
ignored for much too long
Morrigu
shall vengeance seek
if we wait too long
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 5:42:24 PM |
if we wait too long
it's just like
an old song
covered in dust
til rained on and rust
anymore waiting
it'll wobble
and skip and miss a generation knocked off
straight from the hip
so whet your whistle honey
and get off your laurels
lets harvest sorrels
in the moonlight tonight
and FEEL the cool november air
might bring on
an succinct ambiant fare
we'll nibble
on insight and the oyster over thare
pique in floral
colours of grandois we'll have too much
to share
to bring about a change
of heart that has waited
for a stir ... a re arrange
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 671 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 5:50:58 PM | of heart that has waited
slowly crumbling; scorned by all
envisaging a hopelessness
until invited to the ball
with princes
valiants
heroes
waiting at the door
invitingly enticing
whirling her into the hall
broken now
shattered
waiflike are her tears
expectations battered
older than her years
Gamekeeper a serf
no gorgeous prince was he
washed her teary face
brought her ecstacy
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Posted: 12/3/2007 6:03:25 PM |
brought her ecstacy a lovely taste divine
her hopes of pearly overtures
were merely pens of pent up swine ... lol
throwing caution to the wind
she fled with all her might
to rid her of illusions
that held her tight the night
her sobs became unbearable
even unto her
she slept for a fort night
just so she could hear
his whispers of sweet seduction
and perplexing serendip
it was all she could do,
but to try to hush his quivering lip
the words he spoke
... his sojourn
she found her lover,
herself alive
a mirage of forty days
and forty nights
writing a lovers treatise on ' how I survived'
the pond
the lovers gaze
now gone
they know they have arrived
and live on and on
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 673 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 6:09:42 PM | they know they have arrived
into that place where senses burn
indecent in fragility
quaff the wine of finer times
and sacrifice humanity
to linger
knowing
your very blood has wrought
answers to the questions
you found but never sought
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Posted: 12/3/2007 6:13:18 PM |
you found but never sought
answers to the questions
always backwards ... lol
longte what was that?
i wasn't soughting fo it
silly...
buts I shures needs a bwake
this head needs a tune now
thanks fo da fun.
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 675 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/3/2007 6:19:05 PM | Thanks fo da fun
Whispered into nothingness
bewildered as the wording
twists into such sweet success
witnesses applauding
while judges, in their insanity
award the 9.9
merry in my chastity
we'll play another time
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