| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/5/2007 10:49:23 AM |
we'll play another time
and it doesn't need to rime
jus say what's on ur mine
and may be april soon too
who new
the spell could do such lavish
sinuations
i'm all a flutter
like drips o da budder
seeping into da buddercup
an english crumpet
crunch and tea
jubi lea marmalade
washes ova and ova
me breakfast
is simply my favourite muncherie
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 677 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/5/2007 3:23:09 PM | is simply my favourite muncherie
how fitting that my destiny
of muffins plundered by the score
only leaves me wanting more
of creaminess inserted places
puts a smile upon my face
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/5/2007 5:02:06 PM | puts a smile upon my face
how will you get from your place
to mine, no it doesn't have to rhyme
but you can get here just in time
to spark the flame and ignite the fire
that promises to hold all in which we aspire | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/5/2007 8:07:04 PM | that promises to hold all in which we aspire
i am tired of aspiring, the fire is out, time has past,
i cannot get there from here anymore
i need a new spark
sent me a muse to relite my fuse
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 680 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/5/2007 8:17:18 PM | or I will lose
the humour
that touch of madness reigning
in dreams of sparks
and drunken larks
gudgeons proclaiming
that great big boots
disturb the roots
so please now be refraining
as shallow water leads to slaughter
don't stand on my babies
for though I'm slow I'll bite your toe
[this may lead to rabies]
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/5/2007 10:49:09 PM |
for though i'm slow i'll bite your toe
[this may lead to rabies]
in your case maybe babies
who knows you may even have baby crows
feet
running hard through the wheat
just to lift off and see it was no
de feat ... lol
so then we'd laugh eventually
about anything ... that rhymed with
abies
maybE .E z...
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/5/2007 10:55:46 PM | [this may lead to rabies]...
the rabid wolf is on the prowl
near the village where women are breeding babies
while men tend the sheep, endorsing their clothing...
the rabid wolf is still on the prowl
with a sinister grin and a menacing scowl
consuming sheep and murdering fowl
should we capture the wolf or put it on trial? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/5/2007 11:28:33 PM |
should we capture the wolf or put it on trial?
like caribou run like hell
from stealth, for a while
a marathon
survival of the
jury
which is out and hung
again
when
will they come out of that secret room?
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 684 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/5/2007 11:30:15 PM | should we capture the wolf or put it on trial?
for only following instinct
address all the crowds
baying out loud
the wolf is now at the precinct
nature fails as this entails
twelve men pure of heart
wolves shall wail and thresh their tails
knowing that their end will start
as freedom dies the wolves will cry
for ranges wild and free
lonesome calls once held in thrall
will soon be memory
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/5/2007 11:34:34 PM |
will soon be memory
gypsy man was so good to me
nothing left but his memory
we'd fly the moon
in whimsy and style
find a star to hitch us a while
take the long way
the galaxy
way out of orbit
in nova time
then
we'd swing back
right around
and look back
real quick
to see what we found
the days they flew like coo coo clocks
wound too tight LOL
we nearly flew right outta sight LOL
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 686 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/5/2007 11:43:13 PM | we nearly flew right outta sight LOL
as our wings melted too quickly we fell
until those wonderful flying beasts
invited us to join their feasts
for crocodiles on hang-gliders
have apetites so vast
they saw us in our misery
couldn't let the chance go passed
so we swam above the water
watching plankton doing slaughter
baying at the moon below
while stalagites put on a show
then the magic mushrooms died
thankyou so much for the ride
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/5/2007 11:49:42 PM |
thankyou so much for the ride
it's just what i needed
a trip with somebody just a slight bit hip
doesn't matter that his mustache is grown down to the floorboards
or that he wears dungerees
made by his mamma
he was a cool cat
far as eye could see
the trip was one where sharing and depth of purpose was bein
poured out like liquid truth
now don't go saying I didn't
'thank ya fer tha ride
... so much'
for the ride
i thank ya fer the drawl that i caught frum ya ...
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 688 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/6/2007 12:03:13 AM | i thank ya fer the drawl that i caught frum ya ...
and the army boots worn by yo mumma
but most of all [as you can see]
I thank you for my chastity
safety belt of broken glass
gave me stitches that will pass
into my tainted memory
after that we will see
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/6/2007 12:08:16 AM |
after that we will see chastity
after the glass shatters
and the boots have stars painted on all five points of redemption
the safety belt goes to hell
and the stitches are nearly dissolved in the ether
me either
I don't do glass shatters well
to hell
i want my mumma
to throw out those redemptive boots
let me join the army ant observation tower
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 690 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/6/2007 12:13:38 AM | let me join the army ant observation tower
so I can feel the awesome power
of midges feeding off dead flowers
meanwhile in a jungle green
[where tarzan is so seldom seen]
jane was pissed on whale shagreen
mixed into a world of bliss
she gave the monkey such a kiss
he fainted in a wave of bliss
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Posted: 12/6/2007 12:18:03 AM |
he fainted in a wave of bliss
kiteflyin within hit and miss
'do know good'
he couldn't find the key to her
bad bad
so sad sad
til
he discovered her lair
was jus under the
exteri air
changed his position
found the right match
inserted the key
to her heart like a latch
and what do ya know
it was like a go go ...
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 692 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/6/2007 12:22:33 AM | it was like a go go ...
dancer named pearl
what can I say
an real awesome girl
because of what she could do
I lost my heart
and thus found you
as sister in the surgery ward
who offered beer and kept me hard
at work beside the BBQ pit
must run now lickety split
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/6/2007 12:27:49 AM |
must run now lickety split
like back to the BBQ and see whats happenin with it
think I'll go right now I'm expecting company
here hold my beer
while i
"ouch" ...the fire just leapt at me ...lol
oh yes the lobster is turned
blackened with red sea shell of juice just right
just a lil lime and a bandade will wind you up
jus fine
wheres my corona?
"look
at the beautiful sky...
and dream now"...
( did i tell you i have ADDEFG? ) ...
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 694 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/6/2007 8:18:07 PM | ( did i tell you i have ADDEFG? )
but that doesn't matter a damn to me
for if A Dirty Dingo Escaped From Goal
blindly chasing other souls
I'd smile and look him in the eye
until he began to cry
As he came to truly see
no use hunting souls near me
for I have sucked the blood from them
then spat them out like chesty phlegm
So empty husks now line the course
as death glides by on wild grey horse
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/6/2007 9:06:40 PM | as death glides by on wild grey horse
he snatches life upon his course
and rides into another world
where every truth will be unfurled
for clarity will then ensue
until next turn on earth is due | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 696 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/6/2007 9:10:35 PM | until next turn on earth is due
will silken death now follow through
offering such sweet surprise
as mortality now dies
leading into other spheres
alas; those spirits in arrears
welcome back into the world
as lonely oyster without pearls
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Posted: 12/6/2007 9:27:11 PM | as lonely oyster without pearls
the silky seaweed round me twirls
I nestle plump an invitation
to grains of sand for permutation
nature should get on with it
for pearls are only made of grit | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/6/2007 9:41:27 PM | for pearls are only made of grit
sea hands stroking and grafting
an orb of its own creation
the swirling colours
mirrored reflection
aged and refined with waiting
for the sun kissed waves
to gather it up
and transform
one speck, one small grain of sand
becomes another dimention
to our awareness
the pearl is the depth of all
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/6/2007 11:20:41 PM |
understanding doesn't play
into play
understanding leaves one
well ... understanding
and where that leaves one is behind
i'm learning how to un un derstand
cuz understanding never understood
when to quit
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/8/2007 7:19:27 AM | when to quit
when to sit
when to give just a little bit
when to stop
when to hop
when tie another knot
its up to you
to say it through
don't be blue
unless your a smerf
then surf your way
into the next day
full of play
turf that stray comment
as fast as it came
for who's to name the invention
when the intention was only money
its funny that pink bunny just keeps on bullshitting us
commercial advertising
impartial summarizing
we need some honest advising from friends
with no malice off ulterior ends
like getting social bends
from rising to the top too fast
quick
where's that hyperbolic chamber
where's the park ranger
where's my free lunch?
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