longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 876 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/4/2008 11:21:54 PM | Won and fought for long ago begin!
whilst Adam begged the snake who grinned
to linger in the morning
the dark fulcrum of sweetness there
in sacrificial mourning
aspects of such bright despair
that hovering malignantly
offers raw delight
hip thrust so ecstatically
echoes through the night
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/4/2008 11:41:16 PM | echoes through the night
wolf howl lonely owl flight
starlit blue moon backdrop
sensual pleasures no prop
sacrificing nothing
save that desire
that the moment
of pleasure
last
eternally
echoes through
whispers of laughter
basked in the moonlit night
crooning wolves howl in accord
echos of contentment to sleep soared. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/5/2008 12:02:41 AM | echos of contentment to sleep soared
with wings of gentle slumbered flight
and melting moments...sweet delight
drifting, falling, sinking
oblivion takes me home
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/5/2008 12:09:31 AM | echos of contentment to sleep soared
cadavers scattered the landscape, maggot food and feces
the lonely old lady with torn clothes and scythe
looks at her work and steps back satisfied
"this will suffice. the death of humanity by suffocation"
no one left to appreciate the nonappreciative species
avoid a void clamoring and laughing house of cards and burnt out candles
"ah, emptiness" | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/5/2008 12:12:22 AM | {oops}
oblivion takes me home
unfortunately, i'm lying to myself (scorn)
with oblivion, all is naught--home,lies, and all the rest
having never been born
my eyes are blind to their lack of consequence | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/5/2008 12:40:54 AM | my eyes are blind to their lack of consequence
perchance I may write nonsense
of dragons breath and oysters pearl
of beings seen in other worlds
where lonesome does the lava swirl
as hieroglyphs of tainted myths
lie buried in the heavens fire
faeries dance in circumstance
within the dead kings pyre | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/5/2008 4:10:01 AM | within the dead kings pyre
lay your love consumed in fire
taken away when only given
momentarily for use, now hidden | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/5/2008 7:20:46 AM | Momentarily for use now hidden
Such are the desires of a young man
Reluctant to move forward
Reticent as to his ability to move back
Unable to see the future
Nor wanting to remember the past
Always living for the here and the now
Forever forgetting yesterday
Unabashed and unafraid
Of what tomorrow may bring | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/5/2008 8:14:16 AM | Of what tomorrow may bring
prophets and sages sing
seems they always give that lament
drowning us sinners in some hell bent
destruction through the ages
everyone of them sang
even when in a country twang
lost hope and sorrow
no chance for tomorrow
it no wonder our youth do reject
for it show a lack of respect. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/6/2008 9:29:25 AM | for it shows a lack of respect
when you talk down to me
I cannot tolerate neglect
of my inner philsophy
Do unto others
as they would do to you
and if I had my druthers
I druther bid you adieu | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/6/2008 10:04:27 AM | ...unless you want me to
speak the words I long to hear
I can never figure out what to do
a decision that is neither far or near
but lies just beneath
and is entwined around
my belief
that the lost are sometimes found | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/6/2008 2:24:08 PM | that the lost are sometimes found
is a hope ever sound
wandering through the maze of years
hoping for you as time nears
the end for me
wanting to be
happy as time draws nigh
wishing for one more high
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oncelucid | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/6/2008 2:30:21 PM | Wishing for one more high
The kind that took a certain course
And led me on a ride.... you know the one
Not so peaceful....not so longingly....not so mistakable
Just that kind of high that makes my cheeks hurt from the smile
The kind of high that softens the blisters on my achilles
The high I got that one time on that one ride....
I know you remember..... | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 890 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/7/2008 6:52:01 PM | I know you remember.....
that night in December
lying by the still lagoon
as we dared
a kiss to share
and loved beneath a silver moon
mosquitos whined
but for a time
everything stood still
forget that
if you want to
but I never will
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 892 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/7/2008 7:36:20 PM | she is not me
remember this
for she has no hairy chest
just nibbly bits
in their place
delightful grin upon her face
bewitching
possibly its true
meanwhile I'll enjoy the view
as broomsticks are nothing new
but rake handles are stouter fare
for gliding through the midnight air
so I'm glad she is not me
as we fit pretty well you see
as mortice tenoned into place
with little gasps from smiling face
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/8/2008 10:56:58 AM | with little gasps from smiling face
eyes bug out when they see the ace
I'm guessing it puts you in your place
now pray the dealer changes pace
with eights already showing strong
memories of past plays so wrong
wild and western death like days
a hand that made Bill end his ways
its been so long since he cut loose
a star in the dust of swinging noose
cost of freedom from strong and free
the dead man's hand is what they see | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/8/2008 1:02:49 PM | The dead man's hand is what they see
just before the skeletal digits
tear out the blood curdling screams
from their throats.
Nightmare and reality
crossed in time
feeding fear,whipping to a frenzy,
hearts and minds stopped. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/8/2008 7:18:33 PM | Hearts and minds stop
When love has hit the spot . . .
Leap
Run
Trust
A risk to take
Even if it does ache
What is not said
Goes unheard
What is not dared
Goes unknown
Better to have dared
Than never had shared . . . | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/8/2008 9:47:33 PM | than never had shared
or otherwise, since then
than the gray cloak of winter's breath
but she couldn't undo, or maybe
than wax poetic, a final note of indifference
the famous and the sacred television heros die like stale bread | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/9/2008 4:44:09 AM | sacred television heros die like stale bread
but that's quite okay cos they mess with my head
they prance like they're gods
in their lycra clad bods
I wish they'd just put on Mythbusters instead. | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 898 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/9/2008 5:36:50 AM | I wish they'd just put on Mythbusters instead
to quell those voices in my head
that burn and rage in disbelief
alas the problems with my grief
proclaim the answers seldom read
and burst into a spectral vision
that nervous priests on dubious version
of christianity it seems
playing on islamic dreams
or shinto with its many shrines
echoing those buddhist lines
that kali is the best of all
and holds the rummel in great thrall
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/9/2008 12:07:36 PM | in great thrall, enslaved, us all
thinking we're free cos we can't see the wall
illusionary, the world we see
infinity interpreted by memory
lost in space, imaginary place
world without meaning but your face
nothing known, authorities outgrown
insignificant, disillusioned and alone
in acceptance of hazy circumstance
admit infinities of ignorance
in delusion, endless confusion
illusion after illusion
yet untaught, beyond thought
we love and find the truth we sought | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/9/2008 12:29:28 PM | We love and find the truth we sought....
In growing through the process of fault,
Sometimes learning the same,
but with a different view from what we were taught,
Don't believe those who say tomorrow is that of yesterday,
cast that all that wrought | |
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