longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 776 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/16/2007 11:03:15 PM | and pull me back to the reason I loved her
so would not seperate forever
always as a part of me she would be enshrined
sauteed liver; devilled kidney; brains are so devine
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/17/2007 4:46:03 AM | sauteed liver; devilled kidney; brains are so devine
but nothing can soften this battered heart of mine
I bruised it somewhat in the Dandenong hills
and numbed it next day in the Yarra wine spills | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/17/2007 6:01:10 AM | Numbed it next day in the Yarra wine spills
only to wake with a heart full of chills
I knew it was over but what a scare
to see them alone embrace on the stair | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/17/2007 7:01:10 AM | to see them alone embrace on the stair
is his last memory of her and the last stare
blood oozes out from his shattered heart
was it him or was it her who broke his heart
we can only wonder what just went wrong
broken heart he returned home
with an empty suitcase of love
and a bag full of regret, pain
and memory of his beloved no love
so farewell he shouts
to the one he could have loved
to the blossom that never bud
or flowered but suddenly died | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/17/2007 7:55:25 AM | "...or flowered" but suddenly died
the young piemaker said as he expired
But did he mean floured? Was the flour poisoned with flowers?
Could it have been foxglove ?
And just what was this nonsense this poster saying? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/17/2007 2:43:07 PM | And just what was this nonsense this poster saying?
hes been down on his knees and praying
the nonsense he spews ... is all too true
does not everything has some value
his lamenting is heard ...each and every last word
his knees are sore now from the constant abuse..
his soul is bare...and threaded from use
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/17/2007 3:52:59 PM | His soul is bare...and threaded from use
Leaving behind the anger....he calls a truce
Feeling lost in an abyss of lies
Screaming, raging...overwhelming cries
Peaceful restraint is what he desires
Breath love, breath life, breath me. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/17/2007 4:02:24 PM | Breathe love, breathe life, breathe me....
In the never ending swirl and ebb and flow
Of oceans child
As eons pass before us with
The breath of whispered wings and
Sultry colors light the skies
EDIT: Pokes out tongue. I like mine better :)
*good morning* | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 784 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/17/2007 4:03:12 PM | Breath love, breath life, breath me
as I am crack and soon you'll see
nightmares are a part of me
for every dollar ever earned
you will part with as you yearn
until once more I will you spurn
first I offer such sweetness
rabid dreams of pure success
to leave you in your hopelessness
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/17/2007 6:35:23 PM | to leave you in your hopelessness
is better than to stay here longer
and try to sort through the tears
they fall silently but splash with such
a racket as loud as my leaky faucet of
which both make me toss and turn all night
the worst plans always seem best
in the beginning dont they?
at least it can seem that way | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 786 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/17/2007 6:51:42 PM | at least it can seem that way
while helicopters flying
dawning at the end of day
other children dying
napalm burns as our wheel turns
conglomerates conspiring
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/18/2007 5:47:50 AM | Conglomerates conspiring
Without hurtful intention
For it was all in her fingertips
She feels more than a fish
There are no callous endings
On her and that’s no line | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/18/2007 7:59:36 AM | On her
and that’s no line
honor
to women
whose fragile
spines
bear the load
of family
labor
remembrance
sacrifice
honor to
the men
who love them
holding their balloons
bright
against the sky | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/18/2007 8:46:14 AM | against the sky
I see your face
Too far for me
to embrace
I imagine the lines
and trace them in
my mind
Hoping to recapture
the feel of you again. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/18/2007 11:56:30 AM | the feel of you again
plays with my mind
traces the time
waltzes on higher ground
a vision of something
ethereal
the feel of you again
clings the fabric of time
stays within my mind. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/18/2007 12:00:40 PM | Stays within my mind
heartfelt memories of time
ticking like the clocks beat
my heart feels each one;
yet never feels defeated!
To know of a Love as ours
one true!
Always know my heart is true
within the falling downs
getting ups of life.....
I know we had that magical moment!
I find my heart can never disquise.....
True love is rare....
often sought........
If we had it once..........
we are the luckiest lot! | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 792 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/18/2007 3:26:43 PM | we are the luckiest lot!
not sitting in a great big pot
with beans and carrots boiling
whilst at the fire the toiling
smiling cannibals are making
wisecracks at the baking
now I'm not sure of you
but I'd be stringy in a stew
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/18/2007 8:53:43 PM | but I'd be stringy in a stew
a tough old piece of gristly meat
you'd have to marinate my shanks
while setting the table
and giving thanks
while you were setting down to eat
I'd boil down to marrow bones
you'd wash me down with something sweet
and finish up with scones
and I would surely hit the spot
to satisfy your jones | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 794 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/18/2007 11:14:18 PM | to satisfy your jones
possibly wont suit me
for regardless of my efforts
they degrade my dignity
for mr jones is such a bore
and mrs jones lives at the store
their kids are simply awful brats
[although my dog enjoys their cats]
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/19/2007 2:59:23 AM | [although my dog enjoys their cats]
I can't let it go on like flying bats
Scattered in flight
When dusk turns night
Devoured like road kill
By vultures on the hill
This bird in the cage
Chained in bondage
Must break through
And be done with you
v
oncelucid
19 December 2007 | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 796 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/19/2007 3:14:45 AM | And be done with you
until that fateful morrow
as unearthed in certainty
I wallow in my sorrow
breathing in your escence
arousals musky heat
longing for your presence
darker promises to keep
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/19/2007 4:03:25 AM | darker promises to keep
from the ones
newly encountered
newly beloved
newly engulfed
in a passion raw as fire
on a journey far from reason
there the fire will linger on | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/19/2007 8:40:58 AM | there the fire will linger on
till the day when I am gone
safely kept inside this box
key and keeper to the lock
forged of steel, wielding power
contemplations by the hour
someday it will set me free
unlocking chains binding me
“Day-o day-ay-ay-o”
“Daylight come and he wanna go home”
(Harry Belafonte) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/19/2007 9:32:45 AM | unlocking chains binding me
sometimes I can’t even see
sheesh lyric finders lie
google harry just to find
many versions to his line
is it this or is it that
makes me feel just like a rat
well not necessarily true
rats are good too
anyways back to harry
and me wan’t to go home
is that the line to his lyrical poem
well least I didn’t type larry
so now I go sheepishly
face red as sunset on the sea
get dressed and off to work
feet soon to hit the dirt
or should I say snow
gees more pleasure for my woe | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/20/2007 5:14:49 AM | gees more pleasure for my woe
more love for my desire
to read the works of poe
and frame my words with fire
often is the temptation great
but still I do ..hesitate
when emptiness masks what I create
and pain is what we allow
which sin when we collaberate
and our foolish pride we swallow( jet power copyright2007) | |
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