| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/27/2007 1:52:54 PM | for an eulogy
blighted by skullduggery
and hampered by tom foolery
the noses too buggery
They line the bar
tom's or clancy's or dew drop inn
never having come far
livin in sin
mortal they came in to the world
and mortal they are | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/27/2007 2:45:18 PM | And mortal they are
Though no sense of their mortality
Flows through their veins
As they approach life each day
With reckless abandon
Careening from experience
To experience
With the naivety of the angels
And the false bravado
Of a conquistador
Conquering new worlds
New loves
Conquering life in all of its glory
In the name of Glory
Till comes a time
When the world crashes all around them
No escape from the trap
The steel jaws bite deeply
And they bleed
Hemoraging life in all its inequities
Red rivers flow never ending
From mistakes and misjudgments
Blood as crimson as the mortals we be
Ah sweet youth
I'd change nothing about it whatsoever | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 828 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/27/2007 11:27:04 PM | I'd change nothing about it whatsoever
and eat ice cream with pickled pepper
anchovies and hazel nuts
billiard balls and mullet guts
as in my chilli you may see
jelly babies just for me
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/28/2007 12:50:41 PM | jelly babies just for me
I think they be divine
with stark raving clarity
in soup,salad,or possibly brie
I do not like warm french cheese
it musters up my pallet
I do not like them if you please
with creme' broullaite or shallot
I do not like the way it smells
it's odor quite horrific
from the shelf it never sells
and to be more specific
I do not like warm french cheese
whether big or small
I do not like it from the freeze
I do not like it at all
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/28/2007 1:00:25 PM | I do not like it at all
the landing after the fall
the bell that tolls the call for arms
the yelling goals with false alarms
the salad tossed outside the club
that guy who always calls ya bub
the sun so hot it burns your flesh
wrestling without time for a breath
green food colour in my beer
resolutions on the new year | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/28/2007 1:28:31 PM | Resolutions on the new year
flit like moths on
the lightbulb of wonder
till the bulb is shut down for
that first nights rest.
Day two, the year proceeds,
unassuming, to count (with
our permission) axis spins
anonymously.
Only the the younger half
have time to care. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/28/2007 2:55:16 PM | i do have tme to care
about what you say
i care if the sun shines today
i care if it snows
I care if your heart breaks
I CARE IF YOU ARE ALONE
i care if you cry
I care if you die
I care if you feel pain
I care if you are locked outside in the rain
I CARE IF YOU ARE HURT
but most of all I care about you | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 833 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/28/2007 3:18:08 PM | but most of all I care about you
for you're delicious in a stew
apple there between your teeth
I dearly love the roasted meat
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/29/2007 11:29:51 AM | I dearly love the roasted meat
wrapped in lips botoxingly sweet
suckled like some giant thumb
gently rolled around the gums
caressingly savoured like a gem
held as tight as your fountain pen
guided inside that linear path
flowing like some cosmic math
devoured twice beneath the sheets
coloured for more attractive feats
on a good day we just may shoot me
a video home file of this booty
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/30/2007 9:13:07 AM | a video home file of this booty
of silver idols and calves of gold
materialism is so snooty
I just like plain old truth be told
a little rhyme,a some meter metre
some alliteration or onamonapeia
and it will gladly greet her
some sopiferous prose and we'll see-a | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 836 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/30/2007 7:30:44 PM | some sopiferous prose and we'll see-a
illusions feed the cornucopia
mainly lying destitute
patiently cannot refute
liers words of discontent
yet the pipers pay the rent
singular in opposition
tenderly the one decision
unites the lights of heavens balm
priestly loves enticing calm
invigorating ecstacy
devilish complicity
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/31/2007 3:57:42 AM | devilish complicity
the model of passivity
feigning simplicity
and innocent inactivity
fiendish duplicity
the claimed insensitivity
false air of authenticity
and alleged objectivity
beneath false publicity
your true subjectivity
your treacherous toxicity
misuse of sensitivity
claim not to be aware
innocence of their despair
feign mature objective care
as you rejoice that life's not fair | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/31/2007 8:16:01 AM | as you rejoice that life's not fair
run idle fingers through greasy hair
thought drift without a care
daring everyone to break that far away stare
snow has now covered the ground
while silence has become the sound
passive day dreams continue to astound
around consumptions that add some more pounds
never wasted is all this good cheer
in dry light the colour's more clear
such detail to our eyes will appear
nearer we saunter to this coming New Year | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/31/2007 9:22:36 AM | saunter to this coming New Year
pretend to neither hope nor fear
keep your dreams silent, unspoken
lest your nightmares could be woken
"it's just another day," you say
"doesn't signify in any way"
but your heart knows the lie
anticipation without reasoning why
a new calendar for the wall
doesn't make you think at all
the future looks so fresh and clean
the past never again to be seen
one year ago would you have guessed
at what would come: the worst and best
loved ones lost and loved ones found
life turns about, around and round
some years seem to pass by in a wink
some seem like lifetimes, don't you think?
and we don't know as we stand here
what will come next, so we hope and fear
dread the pains that we might know
aspire to do better, learn and grow
each year begins in every moment
past and future always in the present
none of us can ever see, our next happiness or misery
each of us can only be, and live our lives hopefully | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/31/2007 1:45:21 PM | each of us can only be,and live our lives hopefully
in ways that may make a difference
feed the hungry, nurse the sick ,and offer sanctuary
pleading for peace and shunning decadence
Another place,another time
but the present is here and now
indifference can be a crime
but the past is a burden and we cowtow
to it
What can I say but hope for a new year, a better year | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/31/2007 3:07:58 PM | what can i say but hope for a new year, a better year
but all the years are the same
a couple of good days
that is all
i am looking for more
i don't see it in sight | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/31/2007 3:31:19 PM | i don't see it in sight
the end of the tunnel
because without a lite
you can't pour without a funnel
the happy stuff of book
that springs from everywhere
if you just know where to look | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 843 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/31/2007 5:08:31 PM | if you know just where to look
[near willow trees and dancing brook]
you may catch the faeries eyes
and listen to their lullabys
as opalescent shapes appear
offering such calmness there
all your troubles fade as dreams
nothing is quite as it seems
sublime the beauty of your resting
yet understand their awful jesting
when your wake you understand
powers beyond the ken of man
for as child you ventured there
awakening with pure white hair
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/31/2007 6:07:11 PM | awakening with pure white hair
would wear it with flare
faeries i know of those
living in my bygone woes
dancing on my toes
but as of now
here i sit reading prose
listening to songs
of bygone days
when i used to play
jude playin now
make it better
na na na na na
hey jude *S* | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 845 | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/1/2008 1:05:41 AM | has got piles
gone through the miles
nothing but style
besides the years
make me smile
beat the odds
and I nod
and smile | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/1/2008 5:37:17 AM | and smile
as you drive away
taking away nothing
I received from you
on this day
the memory of the moment
when you made me feel
like Cinderella
for the first time, ever | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/1/2008 8:32:25 AM | for the first time ever
he felt warm love
with cynical moments all around
no time to weather
the atmosphere above
left him panting without any sound
Now the clock was ticking
with a four four beat
the sun was strong and hot
too many children were under his feet
so he heads on back to his cot
its all so very different
this time and place with love
its like some ancient spell was cast
so the fly ball would fall in his glove
like no effort would be needed
like no wind would chill again
like every time he stepped to the plate
the curve ball wouldn't spin | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/1/2008 8:50:36 AM | the curve ball wouldn't spin
my feet hurt again
can't feel my toes
my soles have bloody holes
I to feel the cold
its a chilly wake
I turned to my left side
there's a smile on his face | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 850 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/1/2008 10:22:04 PM | there's a smile on his face
of malice there can be no trace
simply has a job to do
masked illusions shining through
with riot gun and taser barb
a cop patrols an empty yard
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