| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/2/2008 6:08:52 AM | a cop patrols an empty yard
empty souls are scattered abroad
a big yellow cat sits on the ledge
watching the rodents sifting thru dregs
a quick kill to satisfy its lust
the ruins tossed in utter disgust
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/2/2008 6:38:23 AM | the ruins tossed in utter disgust
so what to now cover my naked bust
these Chineese ware seem to never last
my patience is leaving very fast
Maybe I'll go topless into the streets
never can tell by the shuffling feet
how they'll greet a buxom lass
when their pants don't cover that ass
Its legal now in Ontario
breasts in the open make quit a show
though don't be feeding that little babe
some anal owner may start to rave
Its his property and he can restrict the flow
so watch what ya do when er ya go
never know who may cross your path
so come on baby do the math. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/2/2008 11:21:34 AM | so come on baby do the math
is it global warming or Gods great wrath?
Not your fault, it's sinners you say
And you'll be ascending right out of harms way
so what do you care if the fish all die
was just a symbol you used by and by
and hell on earth is what you believe
so just trash and burn it before you leave
Ya I'm sure there's a heaven with streets paved in gold
and all your enemys will be bought and sold
it matters not the unbelievers fate
they have no purpose beyond heavens gate
so bomb them and starve them and spread some disease
I'm sure that's a good way for your god to please
I'm true looking forward to your great escape
the end of your pillage, the greatest earth rape
no more dominion, no suffering or pain
So the Earth can create just like Eden again. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/2/2008 11:32:10 AM | so the earth can create just like eden again
but eden was destroyed by water in the
end ...of time all shall perish
unless us humans change our ways,
we all will be destroyed in the end of days
humanity has a choice, to create life
or to make strife
to help a fellow man
or cut off his hand
to make what is broken whole
or to destroy all that we know
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Posted: 1/2/2008 12:06:34 PM | to make what is broken whole or to destroy all that we know
can be the same thing.
In the creators hand lies destruction too
like a child unsatisfied with its playdoh creation
they tear it all down to rebuild again | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/2/2008 1:27:35 PM | they tear it all down to rebuild again
replacing wood and stone with rusting tin
how I yearn to see a tree,
evergreen so strong is pleasing to me
this is why I am leaving the city
to many people cluttered and busy
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/2/2008 1:33:24 PM | too many people cluttered and busy
like bubbles in soda just getting dizzy
rushing around but stuck in a cup
and never the wherewithal to ever look up
shake them and break them - just get them to see
life isnt all about them...its all about me! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/2/2008 1:38:37 PM | life isn't all about them...its all about me!
your way of thinking reminds me of me
yes I've decided to say what the hell
I've given them my all, my compassion was my jail
no more miss nicey, they will behave as i say
I've got a black whip, if he won't do it my way
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Posted: 1/2/2008 1:44:31 PM | you've got a black whip if I dont do it your way
sounds highly erotic I dont mind if i say.
am I on my knees
just begging you please
are you using a baton
or a plain simple strap on?
And that is your way to express your wishes?
all cause I asked, "wash or dry the dishes?" | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/2/2008 1:53:55 PM | all cause U asked, "wash or dry the dishes?"
you my dear i would smother with kisses
there are some who deserve a beating
acting so crass on our first meeting
I really do want to shower him with love
the one that was sent by angels above
I've decided in my heart last night around ten
to only meet and make new friends
because my past failures left me broken
hurt, confused, and utterly chokin'
I know now what I must do,
to canada first class to find someone new.
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/2/2008 2:14:39 PM | "Canada first class to find someone new"
I'd sign that delivery if it meant holding you
I read the black letters - HANDLE WITH CARE
and slowly unwrapped the box then and there!
I lapped at the chocolate, the juicy fruit center
No way I could help but to open and enter | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/2/2008 8:12:41 PM | No way I could help but to open and enter
expressing loss of a poetic mentor
expressions of Bobby seven
poetry writen now in heaven | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 863 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/2/2008 8:21:59 PM | poetry writen now in heaven
tasteless as that bread unleavened
offered by a rabid priest
in recompense for all; but least
that shaking hand may touch the tongue
alas for scruples; now undone
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Posted: 1/2/2008 8:30:31 PM | alas for scruples; now undone
poetic thoughts of 7th One
Gifted poet not guessed
Bobby seven to heaven blessed. | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 865 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/2/2008 8:43:53 PM | Bobby seven to heaven blessed
I never knew so couldnt guess
hope he did not leave a mess
as it seems a friend you are
look upon the newest star
as he may have gone quite far
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/3/2008 6:30:46 AM | As he may have gone quite far
I hope you packed a couple of jars
ham sarnies and some pickled eggs
help to revitalise tired legs
as he soldiers on his way
to who knows where...
or did he say???? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/3/2008 8:34:57 AM | To who knows where, or did he say
He’d ask for help to find the way?
And so we’ll journey on together
Through stormy seas and quiet weather
Walk with purpose, stroll with leisure
To find adventure, to find great pleasure. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/3/2008 9:52:28 AM | To find adventure,to find great pleasure
Noble causes such as these
a bounty and lustrous treasure
upon the seven seas
Aye tis' a pirate life
to roam against the weather
for the sea be not a wife
and his cap adorned with feather
free is he as free as ever
seeking a sanctuary port
indebted to some and to some never
salt spray be a comfort
to a countenance made like leather | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 869 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/4/2008 2:12:50 AM | to a countenance made like leather
the purple people eater lusted
tickling her now with a feather
as once more he dusted
for sycophants in tighter pants
answered to his calling
beware the bite of killer ants
or safes which are falling
bunyip chased the mermaid fair
denying murky water
she returned the passions burn
leading to the slaughter
of inhibitions quivering
in champagne bottles bubbles
a gasp of pleasure shivering
no more mermaid troubles
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Posted: 1/4/2008 10:47:19 AM | no more mermaid troubles
let remose go in an outburst of bubbles
gently flowing to pop up above
banish the doubts with a halo of love
swim in warm waters of destinies flow
splashing and laughing sunlit aglow
shake hands with a starfish and romp with a whale
seabreeze the coral and swim past the veil
avoid the jellyfish yes they have their place
stay with the coloured fish in a good space
wise ancient sea turtles tell tales of old
play with the dolphins so brilliant and bold
ride on the waves of the oceans delight
then curl up your tail and sand sleep for the night. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/4/2008 12:03:29 PM | Curl up your tail and sand sleep for the night
the morn will bring more time for that bike
with streamers and bells it is quite a sight
the quicker you sleep the sooner you delight
Lost contact from said object just doesn't feel right
so you must let velvet dreams cover over your rising fright
sanded eyelids close hard but kept tight
may just be the thing to cause frustrations flight
you can think about sheep or some fish that might
be caught in your net or hooked with a bite
painted on the side of a Harley Davidson trike
recurring each evening in sleepy time trite | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/4/2008 4:34:17 PM | recurring each evening in sleepy time trite
escape in dreamlore magic sweet flight
chidren fatherless die on the street
gangs futile declare combat feat
politicians elected gorge fat from poor
wage unequal yet women minority endure
compassion for that of other beings delight
trite dream that recurs blissful sleep at night
on morrow to wake harsh reality
fight what one can mediocrity
tired strenght spent at day end
comfort sought from like minded friend
from battle in both mind and soul
discouraged reality unacheived goal
to slumber in dream where all children fed
fairy image to dance dreams all equal blood red. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/4/2008 9:24:04 PM | all equal
blood red
no royal blue
no purple souls
or indigo eyes
no yellow bellies
no black hearts
no green naivety
or white purity
all equally frail
the colour of hope
and fear and love
is blood red humanity | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/4/2008 9:46:30 PM | Blood red humanity
Given to insanity
Screaming
Dreaming
Begging still for justice
Won't they see this 'just is'
Part of what's not real
It isn't yours to steal
Dripping crimson from your skin
This battle wasn't meant to win. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/4/2008 10:13:19 PM | This battle wasn't meant to win.
Final orders hopeless stark given
Officers in assummed command
From enlisted compassion demand!
No more for such insanity!
Children starving needlessly!
Warfare of gangs dubious victor
Diseases plague on bodies blister!
Nay! Cry I with drawn sword!
Death to be complacent accorrd!
This battle wasn't meant to win?
Won and fought for long ago begin! | |
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