| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/11/2007 8:39:30 PM |
i accept it
this run away game
a train
you make me shiver
again
and that induces
my larval wings into black magic
whipped with white freedom
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 727 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/11/2007 9:14:38 PM | whipped with white freedom
[actually just cream]
beelzebub jumped in the tub
filled with soup and beans
demons from the other side
in meringue were playing
whilst angels simply dangled
as fresh moths they were slaying
god looked on in horror
at what had come to pass
"I'll get the pooops if you spoil my soups
now let me try a glass"
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/11/2007 9:24:50 PM | eh...
now let me try a glass
of silly-smarty ass
wine
i know the bottom is so divine ... lol
but then again
why go up
if you can`t come
up again ... (not a question) ... lol ... your turn... lol
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 729 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/11/2007 9:34:10 PM | up again ... (not a question) ... lol ... your turn... lol
as choirboys solomnly sang noel
and the deacon said to the bishop
I like the boys in skirts
rumplestiltskin smiled his smile
and gave them both bad warts
while crocodiles on hang gliders
hungrily were stalking
other boys on slower toys
found flying sure beats walking
until that time [forgive this rhyme]
as land was fast receding
the bird in hand can't understand
why it takes a beating
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/11/2007 9:48:50 PM |
why it takes a beating
on days and nights of non ending
crazy lust and devotion
forget all that ... gets down on his knees and says
lord join me here...
I
am on a mission.
his prayers eventually slip
into banana
balm
ala lotion
of coconut
and creme that peels right past the whole tropic
of capricorn
which
by the way
didnt hold any delight
so he sailed...
into a breeze and right outta sight
how could anyone be so pure as to deny the desire
the combo loco
a heart thats right and pacific
a cruise
--while a fire ... yah
in the balm of a candle and twilight that glows
he knew how to thrill me
we
somehow just slipped
into a slip n slide
tide where the lights and the ride of the stars were just perrr
fecto and the mood
turned
to swim
melting a madness that had over
come him
as me within
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 731 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/11/2007 10:04:00 PM | within
or was it really out
it wasnt much
there is no doubt
for it scarcely touched the sides
leaving an unhappy bride
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/11/2007 10:09:07 PM |
an unhappy bride
does not know the falls
of niagra
a honey
moon is much suggested here
a visit of these
is an omen
of
a happy
a long
and
healthy
marriage
its true
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 733 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/12/2007 1:37:27 AM | its true
they got married at Niagara
but the groom had no viagra
and the Bride was wearing falsies all the time
then as he pulled out his teeth
[as if that was the least]
shesaid she'd been a hooker for one dime
it was clear to see
the heights of ecstasy
would possibly be missing for this pair
as she stripped off her veil
with all this entails
it turned out she no bloody hair
she was getting frantic
at all of his antics
when she saw he had a wooden leg
now she doesn't give a damn
hes not much of a man
shes quite happy sitting on the peg
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/12/2007 12:14:14 PM | She’s quite happy sitting on the peg
of the tiny stool propped up
in the corner of her small world
and as she stares at the walls
great thoughts emerge
from within her solitude
revelations that would never have
sprung forth
without the disturbance
to her natural complacency
life often puts you in the corner
when you don’t play the game
the way others expect
It’s difficult to live in the confines
of someone else’s box
we live, learn and teach by example
she quietly examines the speck of a spider’s leg
left in the corner on the indistinct wall
some learn from their mistakes
others just keep doing the same thing
over and over again
until it gets so mundane
that the world forgets
and they become just a speck on the wall too. | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 735 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/12/2007 5:19:43 PM | and they become just a speck on the wall too
like those flecks of fresh fly poo
So wonderful in salad found
the cockoach bits so nicely brown
Or half a worm in apple ripe
still better than a feed of tripe
whereas rich dark chocolate ants
are much worse in your pants
never fear frostbite fingers
braize them briefly for your dinner
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Posted: 12/12/2007 5:39:27 PM | braize them briefly for your dinner
if that is your chateaubriand
or fools gold
of tantalizing treats
the rarest of gems hide in the earth
dom perignon is a matter of taste
I much prefer the meadow filled with wildflowers
A picnic under shadowed tree
Closing your eyes and listening
To the heartfelt song of the sea
A shell of hidden virtues. | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 737 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/12/2007 5:45:38 PM | A shell of hidden virtues
lay sweetly there in musky warmth
as all inhibitions
so deliciously were torn
pinkly redolent
longing for the touch
flavour indescribable
lingers on my tongue
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/12/2007 6:47:17 PM | lingers on my tongue
the snowflake of my youth
falters on my lips ,when young
the hesitation of the truth | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/12/2007 7:07:17 PM | The hesitation of the truth
Falters when the moment is ripe
How do you say it without words?
And the music is lost
On deaf ears
Understanding only one part of the battle
Contentment filters through half open doors
We smooth the covers gently over us
As winter gathers us inside our own inadequacies
To make sense out of nonsense
A time for reflection, a time for peace
The toneless cries of faith
Wasted as we prepare for birth
We wait in reverence
Anticipation for the world to erupt
In forgotten layers of respect
The snow covers the purpose
Of our earthly vigilance. | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 740 | |
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Posted: 12/12/2007 7:18:04 PM | Of our earthly vigilance
we'll never have another chance
as bleeding we embrace the now
still the tremors deep; somehow
leave their traces in our minds
dissolution left behind
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Posted: 12/12/2007 7:41:43 PM | dissolution left behind
tomorrows hold unspoken times
embrace, fear not
let the soul embrace
the eyes seek
strangers, afar | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 742 | |
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Posted: 12/12/2007 8:24:31 PM | strangers, afar
dogs chasing a car
bitches in heat
so replete
ok
we went too far
But still
in wild imaginings
not simply just a friend
if we see
true destiny
together til the end
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Posted: 12/13/2007 12:07:37 AM |
together til the end
friend over friend
we bend
our bondage and bellyachin
by slakin
our penchant to perchance awakin
the yule n mule
aspirations
jingle the bell
sing and tell
put on our skates and
race like h*ll
skataddle
as mom would say
even today
i learned real fast how to
mend from the paddle
supposedly it did me good ... lol ... i dunno ... i still feel a bit a raddle ... lol
what do you think friend?
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 744 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/13/2007 2:29:19 AM | what do you think friend?
did being buddies spell an end
to everything that could have been
alas; if I had only seen
or spoken of just how I feel
one day it could have been more real
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/13/2007 2:42:04 AM |
one day it could have been more real
not that i needed more real but heres the deal
breaker
no funny no honey no lift no gift
no nicey no spicey
so gotta give it all up
don't sift. Tell it
like it is and it will fizz and fizzle with fine friends
not like fizzle but like drizzle with razzle
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 746 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/13/2007 3:01:16 AM | not like fizzle but like drizzle with razzle
until razzle finally got very pissed
for he was standing in the corner
not doing much I gotta warn ya
when he noticed that the other driver missed
so he hopped into his truck
and showing lots of pluck
headed round the corner for a spin
but the coppers they was watching
and evil plans were hatching
as they really tried to do him in
but young razzle was not frazzled
and quickly he bedazzled
the minions of law in that fair place
now the little sinner
is devouring all his dinner
with a wicked smile upon his face
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/13/2007 9:48:04 AM | with a wicked smile upon his face
he sat and staired at his empty place
in silver lined clouds of grey
he turned and found his forgotten way
his feet, his feet would rythm find
his breath, his breath, of words so kind
sliping past the falling leaves
and turning to the place he greaves
with a wicked smile upon his face
I shall never return to this place. | |
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Posted: 12/13/2007 10:51:40 AM | I shall never return to this place
what i mean is
is that really me losing face
or am i an idiom-it ?
tiu lien. let me count the ways...
to reclaim that which has been lost in the grand shuffle
while you live in my heart
there is this war
in my temple of peace and there is no glory
only safe keeping of your memory til you return and ...
i am holding the fort best i can
so
i'm not returning ...
i'm waiting like an idiom
i see you
in everything
even the
grain
becomes wistful as it twists about
in resignation
of the harvest
to overcome the scythe of such a long moon
without your sun
i am lost
again
only your memory keeps me
found
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/13/2007 1:47:51 PM | Only
your
memory
keeps
me
found
jest to jest as reason abounds
quiet pleasent the sight and sounds
this memory here arrogant yet still profound
I see the way in wich you rise
and wish to hold those dying tides
where ships of hearts shall slowly subside
Only
your
memory
keeps
me
found
And still I see your heartless crown
worn by fools in this foolish town
I seek your scent like a mad dog hound | |
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Posted: 12/13/2007 4:23:13 PM | LOL
good n looknforsome1...
I seek your scent like a mad dog hound
and somehow what i find
is fecund with sound
sense coming back after a long drain o the o go away
shoo
you bother me o
and to my content
i found my way around
the whole kit n ka boodle
just had to noodle
my way out
slip off the utensils and round up some chop sticks
that usually slows things down...
chow... LOL
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