| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/26/2007 9:31:46 AM | They are Forever blessed
Forgiven thus Fearless
With the Foresight to Feel
They need not be slaves
To the Foreboding
To the Forbidden
Nor bend knee nor will
To Facetious petty despots
Compelled to correct only the wrongs
As they perceive them
From their lofty phallic pedestals
Upon which they rotate and rule
Those who choose Freedom
Are Forever blessed
For they can choose to Forget
They can choose to forego
They can extend a but single Finger
Raising it high to confirm their protest
And continue on as they see fit
For one Man's continuity is just another Man's shackle | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/26/2007 9:48:44 AM | [patching first line = last line of msg 51, last line = last line of msg 52]
for one man's continuity is just another man's shackle
one man's promise is another's prison
one man's wish is another's self-deceit
one man's meat is another man's hunger
one man's trust is another man's betrayal
one man's honesty is another man's lies
one man's hope is another man's downfall
one man in the past
one man in the future
one man today
looking either way
connecting consequences
and abstaining from the lies
the lies he used to tell himself
before he saw through them
before he became free
free to change and free to be
to chart his own destiny
perhaps to fly and soar the sky
perhaps to fall to om | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/26/2007 10:03:09 AM | (nice patchworking!)
perhaps to fall to om
breathe. You are never alone
every atom contains the spark of creation.
breathe. Om. All my relation.
Feel me part of you,
cycle through
oceans of wave
be brave
and hold.......breathe, Om
coming home
to self centred
spirit entered
Breathe. Om...... hold
light of gold
is all that glitters true
Carry through
all of creations
all my relations
we are one.
Same golden Sun.
Same air we breathe
Breathe.... Om.. believe
Same sacred water flows
bloodstream, leaf veins, crows
waterfalls, whales and cacti
River, woman and sky. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/26/2007 10:58:59 AM | River Woman and Sky Woman breathe as one
from earth below, to sky above,
they reach across atmosphere, grasp hands and begin
the sacred dance
spinning round and round the sisters circle,
a frenzied laughing pair.
their cackles crackle loudly, thunder rents the air.
power builds within, the circle of their arms.
winds whip down from above, lifts rivers to the sky
hard rain beats upon the soil, lightning blinds the eye.
on and on they spin until the pulse subsides
then slowly they begin the chant, softly with closed eyes,
breathlessly they remind us of the here and now,
And that we’re held forever, in the arms
of earth and sky. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/26/2007 12:07:54 PM | of earth and sky oh my
why some moron thinks its fine
a line or two behind the crime
designed with salt and boron
will try to read a rule for self
with a shelf so full of dust
no trust in all the hope of elves
waiting
waiting
in that smell of must
an old book opens to hollow eyed dreams
screaming for attention it seems wasted
that unnourished worm was tasted
long before any footprints scattered that pattern on the floor
a patchwork of hope
peacefully binding
love of creative unwinding
tossed inside the stream
watching cream rise
as coffee cools inside the dream | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/26/2007 12:30:44 PM | as coffee cools
inside the dream
you run
through the forest
as fires burn
under blazing sun
within your mind
with nature
and its loss at one
heart beating fast
danger nears you
-- universe's son
eyes refocus
on cold coffee
the dream is done | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/26/2007 12:59:23 PM | the dream is done
Woke up remembering how it was
When I was a child
Bringing in that bottle of frozen milk
The milkman left on the front porch
The frozen cream pushed the lid way off the top
"Why, mommy why? "
With a smile she said, “Just because.” | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/26/2007 7:32:41 PM | With a smile she said, “Just because.”
peaches come with fuzz
the bus ride home can feel alone
with fifty others
sisters and brothers
old black clothed mothers
on garlic
its only for a lifetime
the moment of peace
in all you think of as mine
you'll share just a piece
with a nephew or niece
the fleese feel safe and warm
so you look out the window
a reflection from the other side
faces masked with mystery
no pictures in their eyes
waiting
waiting...
no.
not yet your stop
painting bated breath
forget that thought of death
as coloured lights slide bye
no need to try
with the rhythm of this seat
some impulses tap your feet
as a tune enters your head
was it something that you read
or said
just a moment ago
maybe from that show
you know
long slow contiuance of time
reminds us of
whatever crosses the lines
tangenting the mind
kind of like when you dropped that key
only to find a missing pen | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/26/2007 10:32:30 PM | only to find a missing pen
so we can begin again
with fun di ments of the call
the universal kind and all
that you've seen to be true
are not necessarily the clue
left intentionally around
hoping that they're found
and discovered on the run
dishes undone
and beds left un made
where's the maid
in the fairy told tale
snow whites so pale
lack of oxygen pursuit
choking on Adams fruit
elves that shoe the maker
Careful! salt shaker
Bad luck to be spilt
back payment guilt
for the wicked Mother
fu king Dantes brother
inferno's fires
taught as desires
and played upon
preyed upon
until you believe the lies
and wonder what your missing under Victorian disguise.
Selling soft porn
while the loss of innocence morn
have to take it higher
Bid to the higher buyer
to erupt past the pain
and the boredom with the game
of life living
No forgiving.
Sacrifice
suffice
and play it to the deep
never keep
your watch on, lamps filled with oil
Silent tongue still loyal
to the truth once told
back when men were bold
and could hold
for their womens song.
Won't be long
till the balance is found
brought back to ground
and held in awareness known
to all who are shown
who they are.
Shining star. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2007 12:16:26 AM | Shining star
That you are
If only in your own mind known
Though unkind we'll toss you that bone
Feasting on honey cakes and tea
Fit fuel for feeding verbosity
As you verbally idle wild
Like some mouthy spoiled child
Wrapped in your prentious shawl
Warmed by self affirmations all
Till nappy time calls again for bed
To sleep alone as is often said
Is such the way it seems to be
For those who still refuse to see
The simple truth before their eyes
Content to live by their own white lies | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2007 12:27:41 AM | Content to live in their own white lies
are those that profess to be always "happy"
that don't "stress", or ever feel "down"
who live in the today - shunning the yesterday and tomorrow
They hide from the pain of the past
not realising it forms who they are
refusing to deal with it or share themselves
with people that really do care
So they shut down emotionally
hiding their sad times, bad times
the ones that give us soul
the times that make us real
They grow ever older and more alone
as they can't trust themselves to give
the parts of them that feel
the parts of them that ache
They float along in the now
the sun comes up, the sun goes down
they bury themselves in work and hide
shunning the world and its beauty
I wanted you to feel the things I do
the sheer joy of love and lust
the love that makes you shake
right down to your core
You flew with me for a while
then it must have been a surprise
to realise you felt more than "happy"
did it bring the feelings you have shut down?
I saw the fear in your eyes when they arose
the thoughts you have hidden from the world
then I saw you push them away again
burying them deep inside.....
I cry for your soul...... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2007 4:33:40 AM | I cry for your soul
I remember your hold
on my heart was so strong
hasn't been for so long
I still think of your touch
don't forget it so much
as I do all the pain...
best not do that again
It's your soul that I saw
at once naked and raw
but your demons took over
so I bolted for cover
Are you lonely right now
with your hand on your brow
do you see what you've done
cos you've lost me now, hun... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2007 4:45:34 AM | You've lost me now,
hungry for your touch
skin to skin, the way it was
before you walked away
with all your promises
left hanging between us
rotting into lies
you will never admit to
as they flower and die
and I retrieve myself
from the mess you left | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2007 6:16:43 AM | And I retrieve myself
from the mess you left
the broken, dying me
the one you promised the world
I grow stronger each day
the sun goes up, the sun goes down
and I feel the touch of others
the ones I forgot for you
The ones with the true hearts
the ones with the true souls
the ones who were there
as I cried tears for you
I drag my wasted body
I dredge my wasted soul
I sigh for my wasted love
I cry for my wasted heart
I cut the ties the bind
find solace in the love
that I feel from them
the ones I shunned for you
They wrap their arms around me
shelter my bleeding heart
comfort my bruised soul
restore the purple in me
It leeches through my bones
warming my shattered trust
some give red, some blue
mixing me whole again | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2007 6:26:15 AM | from the mess you left
its easy to tell
your spell was cast
so fast that, well ....
nobody could see
not even you
the reality of "nothing's new"
it made you blue
so you blew away in the winds of change
on a rainy day in May some say
for the good some say for nothing
some say its only a phase
yet through the haze of yesterdays ways
my play has changed | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2007 10:29:10 AM | mixing me whole again
from the fragmentation of men
making masks from firelight
skies of night
banish my doubts into the depths
of shadows cast
and exposed to the light
of forgiveness found
dance upon the ground
to the beat of the earth
and birth
my spirit new
faith renewed into
a better hope than this persistent
insistent
belief that no one can reach me here
and I fear
it is true.
I need relief
intelligence, belief!
A conversation real
that can feel
sacred, sane
to ever hope to begin again.
I want to dance, to laugh, to sing
to wake each morning to see what it will bring,
and not be brought down
by the sad clown
of mediocrity
it's a pity
I dance alone
for no one has shown
the dance card of the fools.
my play has changed
the rules. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2007 1:01:21 PM | changed the rules
...to suit their game
called it by another name
by survey collated data
to manipulate it later
stats to justify their way
one developed yesterday
produced a glossy magazine
unveiled a logo no-one'd seen
shiny suits and new ties
all of them are telling lies
talking of how much they care
as convincing as hot air
set the goals and targets high
talking about clear blue sky
they can aim for the moon
knowing they can change the tune
next year when they look insane
they will change the rules again | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2007 4:33:17 PM | rune, I was so glad to see you as last poster, I love your stuff......
they will change the rules again
but much too late for you, my friend
I never wonder why you're here
as no one sane would have you dear
your vicious tongue a source of pride
a character flaw that you should hide
no woman wants to be with you
for all the nasty things you do
this is a very little pond
and reputation gets around
you'll find this is a chilly place
after you get in someone's face
as clever as you think you are
there's others who surpass by far
and they possess some kindness too
we're all aware of what you do
so keep your comments to yourself
and all your bitter jabs by stealth
your rancor is unwanted here
just to make it crystal clear
Thorb, that wasn't aimed at you.....
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2007 4:54:24 PM | just to make it crystal clear
I'll slow the drinking of this beer
then give a cheer to one's who say
its supposed to be fun when you play
I don't mind being called on fouls
mistakes are made, even by owls
wise and old with eyes so sharp
they'll spot that jab before it starts
If my time is short and I leave before checking
its not skin to me if second I'm getting
skipped is fine in this continuous rhyme
for play is the point of first last line
Some high but not mighty limp word sprayers
seem to think only equals should be players
going so far as to say stay away
to good hearted folk just trying to play
Well word sure does get around
and educated quotes hit the ground
making puddles that look like mud
when mixed with all that other crud
Me, I just live next to a swamp
so mud and crud will never haunt
it sort of feels good squishing through my toes
even the smells don't bother my nose | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2007 5:31:43 PM | even the smells don't bother my nose
'cause I know I'm coming up smelling like a rose
and don't ever doubt, or ever suppose
that you know my intention as insanity grows
Just passing time, tending my rows
keep my peas in order and working with my hoes
my fork to the ground, compost to the crows
taking care of business here and counting my toes
barefoot on the ground, wind in my hair blows
and the sun on my skin turning into golden glows
while the world floods and burns on the CNN shows
Just looking after my patch for my sisters and bros
Making sure that history doesn't crumble to a close
doing my part by seeking hope instead of woes
"Cause in the final harvest one receives from what one sows. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2007 10:07:45 PM | because in the final harvest, one reaps
what one sews. You. The only one who knows
the poetry I compose, while asleep.
And when awake, to you I disclose
my breath, my wings, hopeless tears I weep.
I never regret my song while enclosed
firmly in your rammed earth walls so deep.
my ear, your chest, cello voice composes
the forever word, a blue rose for keeps
........ 
sigh ... i wish... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/27/2007 11:25:49 PM | {thanks brizo)
the forever word
a blue rose for keeps
a fairy dragon as a pet
raindrops of silver
and petals of gold
castles in clouds
and pink ones too
childish dreams
and childish art
the crayons have long been put away
the forever word
a promise broken
even as it was spoken
memories of pain
from broken days
the lost forever
shattered dreams
shards of a promise
piercing your heart
no dreams nor fears will now hold sway
the forever word
hold it gently
like the fairy dragon
not your dream but theirs
not to grab hold of
nor bind them to
love in the moment
their intention
beautifully infinite
and yet no more than it is today | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/28/2007 4:45:23 AM | and yet no more than it is today
you could have proved your ray
and the story, well how to say
was a story with no image or life
was a story for me to find
that the doubts were all so wrong
that my instinct was so far and out | |
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