| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/8/2007 7:28:36 AM | where's the park ranger
where's my lunch?
I got a feeling
That’s more than a hunch
There’s a forest man
Hid in the trees
I know he’s nearby
‘cause he’s my main squeeze
and when he’s in my orbit
I’m mad as a squirrel
All hyped on marshmallows
Ya I’m one crazy girl
I know he's been waiting
To catch the culprit
Who’s been stealing the lunches
Yes every last bit
The word on the trail is
Two bears have arrived
With celebrity status
The tourists they bribed
But it’s become a nuisance
as it’s hard now to camp
with out any dinner
in the cold and the damp
This problem has been here
Since Old Faithful blew
I think it is Yogi
And his sidekick Booboo | |
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Posted: 12/8/2007 8:13:48 AM | Yogi
And his sidekick Booboo
down by the river
who knew
it was going to be so crazy
weren't they supposed to be lazy
now I see three
over there
in the grove of trees
looks like they're building
some sort of crib
do see a bib
Yogi
with a little one in a twirl
who knew
Booboo was a girl | |
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Posted: 12/10/2007 1:49:46 PM | Booboo was a girl
but bam bam was a guoy
she shiny like a pearl
he a stone age boy
together and interspersed
they made a lot of noise
and being quite well versed
they played with all their toys
all that was heard was Bam,Boo,Bam,Boo | |
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Posted: 12/10/2007 3:12:50 PM | all that was heard was bam boo bam boo
the call of some bird random and wild
as the forest leaned in ravenous
and the animals pulled back afraid
and the trees were the carnivors
And we feared the gentle night
then unexplored the jungle called to us
beckoning the curious
and made the most of us
that dared venture in
So we lost the innocent
and gained the mischief
as the devil gained on us
And the trees laughed
the gore from their knotty lips
And we felt the dying breath
Of all that was dear to us | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 705 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/10/2007 3:25:47 PM | Of all that was dear to us
[like vomit and the scent of pus]
we happily now dedicate
the places where we defecate
to those we really truly like
we offer seats sniffs of our bike
infected by the camels fleas
we genuflect to such disease
that withers as we shrivel too
all these love things I leave to you
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Posted: 12/10/2007 5:55:48 PM | all these love things I leave to you
warm breath on your ear
nipples rising in your hand
a drop of longing
on your sex
swollen lips from kissing
never missing
inside elbows
behind knees
under breast
lifted hair and neck
bedclothing
a wreck | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 708 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/10/2007 11:11:03 PM | a la ba la ba ha -- la bamboo
will you show me what to do
can the brokens dreams expire
in a vault of warm desire
as you
exploit me
draining my sobriety
leeching out the emptiness
with every sweet caress
touch me
gently
or clawing leave your mark
bruise me
sensually
together light the spark
that burns
seductive
that raging flame of lust
tongues entwined
just this time
once again we must
take me
completely
offering my soul
two imperfect mortals
once more will be whole
..
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Posted: 12/10/2007 11:20:29 PM | two imperfect mortals
once more will be whole
but whole I am in imperfection
tho my heart been sold
through earthen rhythm
beats my soul now
wind - my voice's song
but knew ye well when first ye came
and knew it all along*
ignite I do neath moons bright gaze
with tides I ebb and flow
and often as I walk this path
.......I simply have to go
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/10/2007 11:47:56 PM |
i simply have to go
where to
i don't really know, but off i go
away with nothing but a handful of memories and
a song in my heart to make it through
where does one sleep
when the bed keeps moving
i know with who i share-- but where ?
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Posted: 12/10/2007 11:51:20 PM | I simply have to go
when his tiny voice beckons me
even in my deepest dream
i awaken with a start
his small round face
my moon in the dark
of our tiny room
I reach out to him
and pull him close in bed
and stroke his tiny head
till he lays it down again
breathing deepens
and he is sleeping
I live my life for him in day
and now through the night
I make everything right
for a man so small
who holds all i have
in his grubby hands | |
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Posted: 12/11/2007 12:29:08 AM | No prob
i know with who i share-- but where ?
in his grubby hands
my underwear? 
little men with needle eyes
who talk the talk but walk with lies
who boldly claim themselves as men
but skirts they wear
when home again | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 714 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/11/2007 2:31:21 AM | when home again
no skirt for me
forget the undies
[balls swing free]
as for skirts
[although I flirt]
no mate of Wallace will I be
for tartan does not show my tan
and dresses do not suit a man
so if you feel you want to share
just send me up your underwear
I'll never wear them to me bed
but put them on my head instead
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Posted: 12/11/2007 2:49:18 AM | 
I'll never wear them to me bed
But put them on me head instead
Now eyes are growing dim it seems
And dresses let out at the seams
Those glasses ride well on my nose but
Fare not well in sweet repose
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Posted: 12/11/2007 3:09:56 AM |
Fare not well in sweet repose
When confusion takes over
Teases your mind your soul
Clouds your dream
Blurs your vision
Then forces its weight
On your frame | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 717 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/11/2007 3:15:11 AM | On your frame
as I can tell
is a shape much like a bell
Fare not well in sweet repose
[awkwardly picking at your nose]
dreaming of fresh tea and scones
served upon a pirates bones
in whose teeth there rests a rose
a rose unlike those ever seen
leaves of blue instead of green
blackened petals bruise the sky
reddened stem has no reason why
such a rose has never been
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Posted: 12/11/2007 3:39:53 AM | ewww *grimace*
such a rose has never been
held before this humble queen
nor offered with an open palm
but sweetest bloom with scent of calm
blood drenched bloom of blackened heart?
makes me wonder from the start
If rose it be. Imposter must
For such a rose I would not trust | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 719 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/11/2007 3:46:20 AM | For such a rose I would not trust
not even in the heat of lust
[although perhaps that is a lie]
at such times I often cry
for black roses in the dust
for blacker than a miners hand
in ways I cannot understand
they bloom beside that awful dish
of freshly broiled Evilfish
[the terror of this land]
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Posted: 12/11/2007 3:52:31 AM | Freshly broiled Evilfish [the terror of this land]
And e'en in death it rose again [as if by some command]
A midnight dash in adams best [up high on dune of sand]
The Evilfish retrieved and banished [by a helping hand]
The Rose [sweet smell] in minds eye resting
Now takes an evil lurch
And 'stead I smell that curs-ed fish
Next time please bring a Perch!
The evil stick it still reclines
And will not be renamed
Until another passing by
And virtue be reclaimed | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 721 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/11/2007 3:59:42 AM | And virtue be reclaimed
as virginity renews
forget what others say
[unquestioning their views]
just believe the lot
and get your wallet out
I've got the harbour bridge for sale
its your turn to shout
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Posted: 12/11/2007 4:20:31 AM | Its your turn to shout
But harbor bridge tho stout
Is not upon the shopping list
I think you might be really p*ssed
Reclaimed virginity? Think not
Was virtue of yon fishing rod
Is tainted still
Though used with skill
Next time for bait use snot | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 723 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/11/2007 3:51:24 PM | Next time for bait use snot
but do not eat those fish
although they look cute
they're awful in a dish
sticking to the sides
like a trainee wizards wish
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Posted: 12/11/2007 7:11:51 PM |
like a trainee wizards wish
never long enough
never strong enough
leave me be the way of the
wizards
WHERE THE ONE THING I HAD LEFT
WAS TRUE
and that my mission was to fall
fall
fall
falll
right through my obsesssion
not attending
not a trainee
but into
--my mission
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/11/2007 8:31:55 PM | MY mission
should i chose to accept it
is to be nice
why can't I do that
I am willing to try
or my profile will die
as will I
i accept it | |
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