longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 801 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/20/2007 4:04:00 PM | and our foolish pride we swallow
as in fine blacmange we wallow
oozing sweetness everywhere
with modicums of quiet despair
as purple people eaters fly
along the water in the sky
to flutter there then wilt and die
with seldom a true reason why
as beelzebub with angels danced
the other gods often chanced
their arm at playing twenty-one
until the gambling brought undone
the flurries at the end of time
all the same the wine was fine
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/20/2007 7:44:12 PM | All the same the wine was fine
despite the company
and the souffle
that had breathed it's last
waiting for the Mulligatawny to be supped
the Coq au Vin became more
than a double entendre
Crashing bores bred by
pedigree bitches and studs
all of whom should have been neutered
before courtship.
English gentry at it's best
or worst
Thank god for people like me! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/21/2007 6:03:38 AM | God?
do you hear me
do you know me
do you feel
the darkness of living
of being
in the world
not of the world
we exist in the moment
and we dream while while we wait | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/21/2007 6:24:26 AM | dream while we wait
some call it living
illusion and shadows
memories forgotten
impressed on emotions
no context or meaning
waiting for death
is this moment enough
enough for what?
enough for life?
is it not all that life is?
dream while we wait
fantasy and grandeur
dissolve the nightmare
detach from the dream
and know it is small
a fragment of fragments
not important at all
but there is no more
nothing beyond this
this dream of life
this moment, this kiss | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/21/2007 7:02:25 AM | "This moment, this kiss"
she sang
I kept waiting for the next line
ya know, like
"wedded Bliss" or
"planted on my lips"
it seems that the frog in her throat
choked her instead
I wonder if she'll be famous now she's dead?
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/21/2007 2:57:09 PM | I wonder if she'll be famous now she's dead?
this they will say as they touch her head
close her eyes stuck open in surprise
As they close the bag over her once pretty face
Will they wonder what stumbling star will take her place
I can see her in my mind and what they will find
Sprawled on the bed with a letter clutched in hand
A line for her mother for her son and one for her fans
on her slim wrist a slice where she missed
Then beside her bloated body down by her feet
Three deadly pills that she forgot to eat
A bottle and cap she had no time to put back
Poor fallen star we all felt sorry for her at the end
When she took the stage i know i hoped she'd rise again
But it wasnt meant to be so all we have left to see
Is the mockery the press will play for weeks
Then maybe finally she will be at peace | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/22/2007 4:44:17 AM | Then maybe finally she will be at peace
my love and my spirit so swiftly deceased
She looked and she felt like true part of me
Now she's gone what on earth will become of me
I remember it well, I recall at full speed
when she slid from the road to the trunk of a tree
How I wept when I saw her, the one I most liked
all bent up and all mangled, my old prized motorbike... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/22/2007 2:46:49 PM | All bent up and mangled,
My old prized motorbike
A monument to my manhood
And Youth mispent
Tried and tested
Testosterone injected
Fueled by passion
On wheels of desire
Now nothing more than a wreck
Sitting in a corner of my garage
Under an old oiled dropcloth
A constant reminder
like the aches and pains
Of years past
And tribulations trialed
both passed and failed
Nothing more
Nothing less
Than who I was
And what I am now
And where I ought to be
Enjoying the wind on my face
Each and every day I can
At Peace at last | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/23/2007 3:08:42 AM | at peace at last
cold and motionless
as i lie
in my simple grave
but it's all
i ever needed
to be true
throughout life
too bad i
probably can't
say the same
thing for you and
so many others
who were too scared to
follow the heart | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 811 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/23/2007 3:14:10 AM | follow the heart
for its rather nice
with devilled kidneys
and driblets of spice
sweetbreads are sweet
but liver is best
sauteed in garlic
forget the rest
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/23/2007 7:45:42 AM | Forget the rest
I had the best
He was such a pest
Within the nest
He practiced overkill
Perhaps to thrill
But such a pill
To swallow until
Again return
I feel the burn
Of he, so stern
Now resting in the urn.
V
oncelucid
23 December 2007 | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/23/2007 10:45:57 AM | Now resting in the urn
Once lucid now languishing
Forever forlorn and frightened
In darkness drearily diminished
To nothing more
Than the essence
Of what I once was
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
That is all I have become
Nothing more than everything
Nothing less than nothing at all
A smudge on the lives of others
A spark once built into a raging fire
Snuffed out and made cold
By the depravity of others
Undermined and under appreciated
Just another item to be dusted off
From time to time
So as to be nothing more
Than the essence
Of what I once was
The subject of small talk
For those who go on about their lives
Without me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/23/2007 8:14:23 PM | from lessons learned
and knowledge gleaned
from wisdom earned
and karma cleaned
we gain the grace
of darmas wheel
with loves embrace
and faith to heal
we light anew
the inner fire
and find it true
our hearts desire | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/24/2007 9:20:42 AM | Our heart's desire
can take us higher
create a liar or compulsive buyer
crier of foul
a midnight howl
jelly like jowls and scowls
Owls don't have this kind of problem
they only need today
some low light hunting grounds to search
make the kill
then fly away
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/24/2007 4:52:30 PM | persistence
resistance
insistence
another call
just stall
drop the ball
all in all
a wall so tall
the small crawl under
avoiding the thunder
except in a blunder
we wonder if it makes any sense
when so often it feels too intense
as pounds crumble into pence
a weight as a measure
can often kill pleasure
while thinking of leisure
near exotic lost treasure
the off shore oasis
is put through the paces
with rented out spaces
within reach
no need for speech
or to teach
as you lie on the beach
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/24/2007 7:18:59 PM | as you lie on the beach
the sunny beach
the golden beach
the endless beach
and let your mind drift
as you gather a handful of sand
and let it sift through your fingers...
slither and sift...
a few coarse grains of silken silica
adhere to your palms
as you lie on the beach
the desolate beach
and squint in the sun
trying to remember the sound of his voice...
trying to remember
his face | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/25/2007 4:30:39 PM | his face
once familiar as
reflected thought,
but legendary now
by its absence--
memories
are silent film.
a joy to relive, though
Players have died.
Haunting voices
plead to colorize.
But I won't allow it.
They were
never relevant.
Scenes of sharing,
minus expression.
Replays of our game
for entertainment value...
We wear our
poker faces of memory. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/25/2007 11:37:33 PM | We wear our
poker faces of memory.
full concentration
hard
on every card.
We know the winners
the sinners
and the saints
'cause nothing taints
the soul like guilt
Rome was built
on such assertions
Misunderstood by all
when the fall
really came.
I do not blame the people after all,
they knew not what they were doing
and someone was screwing
with the minds of the majority
as a minor minority
rules from ignorance and fear
too shut down to hear
or understand themselves anymore
But we know the score.
Show up at the game,
know the right name,
and you're in.
It's not really a sin
to believe in who we are
and life is by far
the greatest proof of that truth. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/26/2007 9:30:16 AM | "We wear our
poker faces of memory"
hey i can really relate to that one - your stuff is really good and getting better moment by moment - I see a bright future ahead for you | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 824 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/26/2007 7:32:26 PM | the greatest proof of that truth
is Rudolph stranded on the roof
as Santa drops his bag of goodies
for he had a massive woody
The purple people eater farted
although he had barely started
wolfing down the lovely bits
he licked off the widows tits
So serious the words were written
til that fateful apple bitten
while feathers fell on empty ears
instead of gorgeous derrieres
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/27/2007 9:53:49 AM | Instead of gorgeous derrieres
there was a line of bum cracks
perched on seats
that barely contained their sedentary mass.
Lee jeans in 50 XXX
held up, but barely,
by lunge rein length belts
under whale like bellies
a testament to years of Coors
or Millers
or Michelob
although now they drank the "light" version
while wolfing down the transfat laden
"Homestyle cooked" meals
followed by the rest of the pack of Winstons
"light" of course
Meanwhile, with the laying down of
the final, deadly layer of plaque
unhealthy smoke constricted muscle
the agony of blocked Coronary arteries
would soon provide adequate fodder
for an eulogy | |
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