| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/9/2008 5:38:23 PM | cast all that wrought
iron and ribbons
into the sea of sorry
your not forgiven
cast all those shadows
glass or ebony
upon the waters washing
discordant harmony
cast your tangled lines
nylon and steel
in that pond of hope
momentarily feel | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/9/2008 6:46:18 PM | felt forever
velvet sometimes
nylon on tuesdays and poly today
her manner of dress is always just the thing
i can see those lines wiggle and move
she glances my way a shoots a quick smile
pure red | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/9/2008 7:04:54 PM | pure red
desire
slices through
the ordinary
cleaving
our neat sphere
stunned
we sniff
charged
atmosphere
with racing pulse
alert
and seeking | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 905 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/9/2008 10:11:16 PM | and seeking
did it reeking
exude the bloody slime
of hungry damp
and foetid swamp
bitter warmer wine
to linger
as a finger
gnarled in rheumy frost
in such malaise
did hatred rise
with unforgiving cost
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/10/2008 5:20:33 AM | With unforgiving cost
so many souls were lost
when she swooped down from the sky
many young were doomed to die
Amethyst eyes that glowed like fire
when they filled with such desire
to devour the youth of man
was her lustful, gruesome plan
When she roared the hero knew
she would swoop the town anew
If his sword, by the witch's verse,
touched her lips it would lift the curse | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/10/2008 6:44:32 AM | touched her lips it would lift the curse
The fear of the femme had made his life worse
Than the living of hell in the fires of shame
Have you bannished the goddess in the lords name?
He who honoured the women he loved true and dear
Ah the sentiments changed through the centuries of fear
Creating distrust between women and men
as love turns to hate time and time again.
It's time to change the imprints of old
as the prophesies transform this straw into gold
Alchemy of love, honour and respect
To have and to hold, cherish and protect
Divine is the love that grows whole between
A true king of man and a womanly queen. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/10/2008 1:01:46 PM | A true king of man and a womanly queen
string lines together for all to sing
under the guize of must do social affair
don't let them see you don't really care
lipsynching to the tune that they picked
trying so hard not to be quick
silver and gold flash round the court
as the high priest of love thinks up a retort
true to some god created in the past
bought by ancestors way too fast
as nature showed up with random wrath
breaking up groups of sand castle cast
the true king of man and womanly queen
stand high ground and continue to sing | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 909 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/10/2008 3:23:14 PM | stand high ground and continue to sing
the jester laughs at the golden ring
hung in dubious splendour there
unreachable high up in the air
doughy priests in mantle bourne
drunkenly will greet the morn
persuading all to have a go
but seldom will they ever know
that golden ring wont hesitate
and so they understand too late
the jester in his laughing guise
sees the world through other eyes
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/10/2008 4:39:41 PM | sees the world through other eyes
Borrowed from Mr Magoo
Who mistook the hatrack for his wife's rack
And then was hit with a shoe
(A steel-toed size six) that brained him
Flat on his back in the hall
As his woman stepped past and sneered
Like a cig-drooping Lauren Bacall. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/10/2008 7:36:17 PM | Like a cig-drooping Lauren Bacall
she sashayed across the floor
eyes fixed on her prey
the poor schmuck in the grey suit
with the combed over bald spot
and the pocked marked skin.
Here from Cleveland or Talahasee or
Nowheresville
with a billfold full of crisp greenbacks
and his mother...
several hundred miles away........
come out to play...big boy
your life as you knew it
is history | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/10/2008 8:01:03 PM | is history
a catalog of our today,
inwhich infinite possibilities will betray,
and lead us a stray to carry on like yesterday,
carry onward now and look to take a bow,
on the stage of life we know it as now,
step forward all ye talented ones | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/10/2008 10:14:49 PM | step foward all you talented ones,
twos and threes,
orgies can be fun,
at the beach in the sun,
God worshiped by aztec people,
You people scare me!!!, | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/11/2008 9:20:37 PM | You people scare me!!!,
you ride on carts
and lawnmowers
machine from the waist down
impatient and pushy
you barge in line
but linger in your turn
carts with enough food
to feed a small village
because, god forbid
you don't get your share
you were raised by wolves
but you want me to care | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/11/2008 9:31:17 PM | but you want me to care
I don't now, and won't tomorrow
However, I'll miss your tofu mayonnaise
As strange as it may have been to me at first
nothing else can now quench my thirst
you were my last bad habit
until i moved to Bagdad
then i met the sheik
he would laugh about camels, tents, and poverty
funny stuff if you’re a sheik
and children were lying out there in the desert shriveled under the sun
shish-kabob
dates
oil, ah sweet oil
back to America | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/11/2008 10:04:23 PM | Back to America
Which one saw?
Southern?
Northern?
Continental land?
War between grand?
Division of 'mighty' country?
Battled to end enslavery?
Told in fabled history lore
Tea bags of British to harbour tore
Felled red coated from bush behind
Hidden sight from bush beligned. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/11/2008 10:08:53 PM | Hidden sight from bush beligned
Espousing authority of what kind?
Americas of what you speak?
'tis human nature that is weak.
What example?
What to see?
Taliban, whatever..
What hypochrysy! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/11/2008 10:34:38 PM | What hypochrysy!
hypo chrissy, or bellow christina
hyper-diane, or funky woman
incognito, the wolf slinks from point A to point B
I was lucky to catch a glimpse, thus enabling me to relay the message of her travel
at about the same time a fly lit on his nose
as his skin twitched, across town she abrogated memories of him
"I CAN'T GO ON LIKE THIS!!!!'
she screamed,
"my hang nail was bad enough, but for him to creep in here....F That!!!"
meanwhile.....
caviar, and hookers, and the finest blow
zip zip, sunset strip limosine and pimps
"coast to coast, baby."
thats what they called her, Coast to Coast Baby. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/11/2008 11:26:04 PM | Coast to Coast Baby
Streamliner gone maybe
'Canadien' Canadian Pacific pride
Silver cars domed passenger ride.
Canadian Pacific coast to coast
Renowned among world the most
That's why She's enshrined in' lore
Heart engraved upon memories to soar. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/12/2008 7:45:03 AM | Heart engraved upon memories to soar
How could she ever have given more?
Open arms that unhindered her heart
She gave into the calling right at the start.
He came in, felt comfy, and wanted to stay
But others bid to him, so he began to stray.
Far from her eyes, he thought he wasn't seen
Not as safe as he thought he should have been.
Once bitten, twice shy she felt the need
To break away from this, after his deed.
She walked away, head down, forlorn
Shattered and bruised, her heart again torn.
Her gait slowed, her view now cynical
Seeing all in terms only clinical.
Shades of gray she views all she sees
Makes her often fall to her knees,
In prayer to someone, somewhere
To help her heal, and make her care. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/12/2008 7:13:15 PM | to help her heal, and make her care
yeah, sure, we'd all be better off if her wounds were tended to,
but why should i think that what she thinks is of any consquence to me?
i stare into space.
after this i'm going to get some sleep
poetry is the last frontier for bleached out singles everywhere
sit and listen to one's self think
vomit word soup into computer sink | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/12/2008 7:27:52 PM | vomit word soup into computer sink
disgorging streams of worthless shyte
spattered on the keys, fingers sticky & gross
they spew forth into being, yesterdays digested stew..
careful there, i think you have some shyte on your shoe..
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/12/2008 8:01:17 PM | careful there, i think you have some shyte on your shoe..
and if your tongue is really short; don't know what you'll do
but if you are limber; lupus like in quiet repose
you can always free it; by using your long nose
fingers are prehensile; usful tools in fact
wonderful for digging; in those musty tracks
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/12/2008 11:38:25 PM | wonderful for digging; in those musty tracks
old relics hidden from the past
marked off circles around burial sites
of ancient travellers on their quest for light
ghosts whose karma sends opals
instead of tears
promises of a devine epiphany
not coveted by years
archaeology uncovering the muffled sounds of war
for those who hear the footprints
on the earths crusty core. | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 925 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/13/2008 12:42:37 AM | on the earths crusty core
one night I slipped so I was sore
it seems I had damaged my paw
but thats not all; I'll tell you more
for here the Earth had nasty splits
though I bounced on my big tits
I really hurts when I sits
also on my nibbly bits
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