| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/13/2008 9:48:27 AM | also on my nibbly bits oh so easily i do recall the twist
pleasure ensued notwithstanding the grimace
kisses replete to bring soft smiles back to lips
as if it just happened, imagine this passed away mere minutes
indeed harder and surely tastier than rubbery eraser nibs
endorphins like morphine rushing headlong past deliciousness
vomitous perhaps; this selfish little itty bitty ditty about tits
the best thing of all is it can just turn into whatever you wish
adoration of whatever you so selfishly miss
or what you adore and idolize; what brings you purest bliss
hey whatever works for me or you; ya gotta admit
for this pickle jar and her adored yum pickle too
how i do hope you all have your very own for you
the one you adore to slap n tickle, suck and nuzzle
one who does without prompting exact same for you
myself forgoing highly over romanticized candle light
quite content @ mid day, dark night and full stark daylight
the real sum of the equation is whomever brings you back to rights
together the act of creating the put back together: like Humpty Dumpty
that wonderful ooze of sticky gooey spooge mending like crazy glue
bringing order to chaos of regular stressors in life without questioning why
everyone has a someone or some thing just look around you
is this in plain sight to help salve each other's plight
person, place or thing; just whom, where or what is your glue?
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/13/2008 5:24:10 PM | person, place or thing; just whom, where or what is your glue?
Watch the prism sing, in bloom, held fast with you
Wandering minstrels sat for a show
while the donkeys kept time with their brays
morning fires still burn from the night
with the waking of new holey days
we are the folks we’ve been waiting for
returning from centuries old
galaxy questing or along for the ride
we’re daring and dashing and bold
prisms are splashing the red of the fire
that burns in the core of the earth
roses and tulips and poppies on hills
where the blood of my menfolk give birth
igniting in orange where passion creates
tigerlilys run through the fields
still counting coup on Demeter’s pain
for to double the new crops their yields
Dandy the lionheart holds golden glow
And blinks back the sun in your eye
Settling down in the green common grounds
Where we all lay our bodies and die
One life to the next we give and we get
As the green trees spin gold into yarn
Weaving the tapestries playing our lives
And the minstrels applaud in the barn. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/13/2008 5:39:08 PM | And the minstrels applaud in the barn
Creatures drawn to such joyous sound
Sewers placed down momentarily yarn
Gathered subtly to encourage joy found.
Minstrels take up instruments to skill
Gathered there to heart's most thrill
Music played is heard beyond our ears
Play us now with joyous uninhibited fears! | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 929 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/13/2008 6:30:13 PM | Play us now with joyous uninhibited fears!
the luminosity of your tears
bathing me in endless flood
I love the sweetness of your blood
so offer me; but do not check
my nuzzling deep into your neck
Where others fear the darkest night
we'll revel there in pure delight
undead yet living our own way
Come my darling, Shall we play
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/13/2008 6:48:15 PM | Come my darling, Shall we play
or just save it all for a rainy day.
Close your eyes and take my hand
I'll take you to a far off land.
Where the rain is warm and the scent of dew
lays on that first kiss, from me to you.
So come my darling and dream awhile
Search your soul for that inner child. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/13/2008 6:55:27 PM | Search your soul for that inner child
before we all become to wild
Come my darling, Shall we play
in the night, that special way
feel the depth of all we have
binding thoroughly in the lab
bubbles brewing briskly now
pigs and horses with a cow
shaken lightly to mould that drink
just before you find the stink
rising high throughout this place
it feels to slow to be a race
then some guy in a funny hat
says look over there, that's where its at
pretty soon the day is done
time to go, stop having fun
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/14/2008 10:21:44 AM | time to go, stop having fun
past pain hijacks happiness with the point of a gun
the lord giveth, and he takes it away
don’t get your hopes up it can change in a day
pride always goeth before a fall
and love can be over with just one phone call
oh the nay sayers, pessimists, realists they say
will tell you it’s wrong to have it your way
they’ll tell you that joy’s an illusion at best
and you’d better get real because life’s just a test
of endurance of pain and a miserable ride
just keep your nose clean and do what they decide
is best for you making your life of some worth
for the miserable time that you spend here on earth
So gleefully cast these old imprints aside
And jump on for the wildest and best earth ride
Follow your bliss and follow your dare
Act with integrity, know life does care
Reach for the rainbows and soar with the wind
Truth is neither Adam nor Eve ever sinned
The garden is here underneath all the pain
Follow your bliss and restore it again. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/14/2008 6:15:41 PM | Follow your bliss and restore it again.
Life is to short to live it in vain
Love while you can, while you have the chance
For the love in his eyes, I seen in a glance
I'm sure he'll break your heart
As he's done it before
please walk away, there is plenty more
The beauty of living and loving again
Is as precious and meaningful
As our walks in the rain
For he whispered he loved me
It sent chills up my spine
What i'd give in this life, just to make him mine | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/14/2008 6:27:48 PM | Follow your bliss and restore it again
Taste the rain as it touches my lips
Feel the grass as i lay lifeless
Whispers on the winds Your voice
I awake trembling cold alone
Chills my comfort for the pain so aches
The sun rises I feel your warmth
Scents as flowers your taste of shades
Hearts abiss this last moment in time
I breath,I gush,I smile
What I'd give in this Life
Just to make_____________ | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 3:55:25 AM | Just to make
just to feel
just to savour sweet, sweet love
with eyelids closed
and breathing slowed
and laboured
yet interrupted by gentle sounds
the sounds of passion
the sounds of joy
a sound so primal and so pure
how much we prize the sound of love... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 6:22:15 AM | how much we prize the sound of love...
sweet song is being heard, from way above
spotting the Eagle flying high
spreading its wings as you ask "Why"?
all seems fine
why the confine
choose only one direction
whether it be one side or the other
or just a straight line
ennoble the thought and define... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 6:30:21 AM | ennoble the thought and define
only your own reaction
for your responsibility
lies only in understanding
what makes yourself tick
not what made someone
say that in the first place | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 938 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 6:45:17 AM | ennoble the thought and define...
the bitter grape on shrunken vine
as blackened birds of bloody hate
understand so very late
hatred is its own reward
cured now by the fallen sword
as dragon wings in endless flight
fade into the lonely night
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 6:56:23 AM | fade into the lonely night
here comes the dawns early light
last night the hatred was cured
as I took flight upon a dragons wing
slaying the fears of the unseen
giving way to once that was torn | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 7:12:02 AM | giving way to once that was torn
Masquerading around in the mask that's been worn
I'm wondering why some folks ever get born
just to dally their lives in contempt and scorn
causing disruption with lies and deceit
Gossip, innuendo, turning up the heat
relying on fear and ignorance too
What's the reward for malicious voodoo?
does it make them feel bully on top of the heap
does it make them feel stronger to herd weaker sheep
do they do it from fear that they're nothing at all
by corrupting the truth and starting a brawl
It's easer to destroy than create for these kinds
Who cause such misery through the twisting of minds
They're easy to see once you notice intent
read between the lines and you'll know what is meant
Light in alignment is clear and precise
Now children go home or learn to play nice. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 7:19:59 AM | Now children go home or learn to play nice
I heard her yell across the yard
and I smiled as I watched their
little legs pump frantically
little arms swing furiously
as they escaped behind the side
of the little yellow house next door | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 9:15:05 AM | little house next door
is it sunny on the floor
or do I need to bring my paint
for the ones who of grey become quite faint?
is the room to the right full of light
is the bath a room to delite
splashing birdies through the night?
can you open the window... knicker-knocker are you there?   | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 12:48:00 PM | can you open the window... knicker-knocker are you there?
hiding under obscurity like a little imp
a midsummer's night dream revisited
as you glace outside
the birds are gathering on every tree and wire
they say when all be dead and gone
it is the birds that will remain
building, out of destruction a new eden
that thin line of land between east and west
the paradise not lost but found in the resurrection
the one place remaining where the meek will inherit
and fly unencumbered by the stupidity of man, of woman
ignorance may be bliss
for now. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 2:50:02 PM | for now
she put her heart away
wrapped in silk for it was
too fragile for linen
now reluctant to share it
after the battering it had taken
placed it high on a shelf
where her soul had now taken refuge
ready to find the girl
she once knew and had missed
for so long | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 4:56:25 PM | for so long
have I missed you
for so long have I cried
for eternity’s tales
tell that history lied
for so long have I wandered
till these shores I found
for so long I’ve been searching
for this sacred ground
I’ll build me a cabin
High up on the shore
For so long to my lonely heart
Forevermore. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 5:22:50 PM | Forevermore
The stars shine bright above me
Forevermore
Moon seeks to light mine eyes
Forevermore
The tides sweep sadness from me
Forevermore
Love rides well by my side
Forevermore
The winds of time sweep round me
Forevermore
That peace in stillness sought
Forevermore
The journey well remembered
Forevermore
Peace purchased....sorely bought
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 5:48:19 PM | Peace purchased....sorely bought
no finer place to share our thoughts
No time like now to open up
And drink in the sweetness of this butter cup
It reminds me of the brighter days
when she was here to share her ways
It broke my heart more than you'll know
She walked away, said she had to go
To a beautiful land with no more pain
If we could all except, there is no blame | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 5:56:07 PM | If we could all accept, there is no blame
Lessons learned but never tamed
Some have the aptitude to understand
What it means to take a hand
With friendship eyes so wise and true
The dove flies in hearts and hue
Who wash the shores with other’s blood
Laughing at war as if a flood
Of wisdom hailed the ancient shore
With tales of miscued old folklore
If peace the lesson then what is learned
By killing foibles of rendering discerned. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 6:04:35 PM | By killing foibles of rendering discerned.
Harken the elders for they have once yearned
And sought after power till they stood upright
And understood forgiveness is power and might
To care for each other and strong friendships make
What you take with you cannot be a fake
True friendship holds through eternity’s way
And dawn brightens ever the newness of day
So hold fast to friendship and hold true to love
For what we make below truly echoes above | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 6:15:56 PM | For what we make below
Truly echoes above
For many a slave borne bastardry
Has been offered as 'salve of love'
Alone stand, face your elders
And all those who came before
If friendships hold you back from them
Tis on that, you close the door
If stand alone cannot be found
And herding of flock is needed
Then quake in your moccasins..hell be bound
Your ancestors words...unheeded | |
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