| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 6:57:55 PM | Peace purchased.....sorely bought
Unbound hands to hold
With a great price
Chance, if you will
Embracing grief
Welcoming self
Inviting pleasure
A willful soul
Scents of blooms
Of a glorified rose
Plucked
Then gifted by grace | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 7:08:15 PM | Gifted by grace
She sat upon the porch swing
Watching life unfold
Like beads on a chain
Over and over again
She prayed
That the world could sustain
The power of nature’s fury
Harboring inside the gift
Passed down from generation to generation
The sacred key to understanding
Her own place on the wheel
As it spins around the sun
A journey unheralded by time. | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 953 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 7:15:12 PM | A journey unheralded by time
morning can be so sublime
memories of the night
when gifted by grace
I gazed at her face
illuminated by the light
then surged right on up
to hold her and cup
her buttocks oh so tight
I squeezed her and pushed
we came and we gushed
as everything was right
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 10:37:49 PM |
for the night was full, yet young
pressing forward on our tongue
flickering diamonds up the rung
dreaming scalloped freize art show
contemporary scarlet angel snow
persnickity ginger berry free
loosing tea from galilee
soon when eve became mid night
millers daughter and corset tight
as fiddler cat and smooth dance boots
we'd found our way
through those old gnarly flutes
to the top of heaven
from where everything shoots
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 10:42:14 PM | We hung up for the night
as fiddler cat and smooth dance boots
we'd found our way
through the old gnarly flutes
puss and boots united | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/15/2008 10:48:51 PM | puss and boots united
some where time ignited
puss was pushy
and boots was mushy
in the end it was tushy
but the middle was
downright delighted | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/16/2008 11:16:47 AM | downright delightedly if we choosewe can playfully lazily savor
'n stoke what's become of this, once so hot fire's flavor
knowing now many things we could do so, just right
no reason for anger, jealousy, fears, flight or fights
smart and clever; strength in learned wisdom to know better
no longer the same rush rush rushing toward fairy tale tomorrows
accepting implicitly fully today without fixating on sorrows
having learned true gratefulness and appreciation are a learned bliss
oh how i missed you last night and today too; did you realize?!
now at work but i swim luxuriantly in my own creation sighing and fantasize...
imagining a fine delicato wine which shares same depth and sweetest blush rising
of blood surging throughout veins from the endorphic rush of your kiss | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 959 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/16/2008 5:21:26 PM | of blood surging throughout veins from the endorphic rush of your kiss
of watching you curving back to me; lost in perfect bliss
your little gasps of discontent, as you want more, deeply
from the bed the sheets are rent; spasming spasmodically
Silence of the afterglow
cuddling long; so replete
sorry darling; I must go
you better change the sheet
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/16/2008 10:22:20 PM | you better change the sheet
before you hit the shower
when we're back in business
we'll crawl like bees in flower
wriggling through the folds
and sniffing out the breeze
body surfing grabbing holds
letting loose our pleasant pleas
soft we'll whisper tenderlies
tease and tickle, roll and giggle
til sheet is flat
and fitted fickle | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/17/2008 1:59:23 AM | and fitted fickle
but slap & tickle
to tease the nipple
may cause a ripple
but a quick slash by sickle
may cause something to trickle
Is it blood is is water
this is somebody's daughter
should you've really not oughta
used that thing that you'd bought her
just to trim her hair shorter -
one bad swing and it caught her!
"Just a flesh wound" she said
punched me hard in the head
and I fell off the bed
like a big lump of lead
thought I'd bounce but instead
wound up bloody well dead! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/17/2008 2:29:37 PM | Wound up bloody well dead
So it was... the book I threw with dread
Didn't have the muster to comprehend
I read
On and on ... the world that gives up it's shed
Of misconcieved contrived ignorance and all that entails...stubborn thing ... unedible
I wanted something to eat
Like herbal folklore magic and loves mystery ... the Real Stimulant instead | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/17/2008 3:43:03 PM | Like herbal folklore magic and loves myster...the Real Stimulant instead
All these words dancing in my head
taking heed
Wanting to get out for all you'ns to read
A flesh wound indeed
as it doesn't bleed,
Going on and on at a steady speed
Spasming my hand about
typing fiercely to get it out
There had been some doubt...... | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 964 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/17/2008 4:38:17 PM | there had been some doubt
about the convicts curse
questions sore were asked
flogging made it worse
in this time of deep reflection
padre offered benediction
to the lost lambs of god
[pronounced so clearly from his log]
prisoner[ of Irish seed]
revealed once more his fond belief
and finally it came to pass
padre got a warty ass
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/17/2008 4:50:07 PM | slowly ...
the ache fades
work was hell bruises to prove
mind blank to get thru today
reveal how much memories
cause aches unknown
thinking hurts more
living releives the pain
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/17/2008 5:07:38 PM | Padre got a warty ass
tell me ain't got no class yeah
he wears his dog collar
and don't woof
he walks like a steamin
goof
lemme tell you
he got a great big cassock
but he got a tiny wee c*ck
he is so insecure
his sermons are quite dire
an he's waiting for the sword
to drop
gag thats bad.......
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 967 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/17/2008 5:13:56 PM | living relieves the pain
blunt memories only remain
of my time in Spain
Of senoritas dancing
avoiding spiders prancing
meanwhile I was chancing
my hand at doing painting
so I'd get my fainting
ladies not abstaining
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/17/2008 7:24:32 PM | Ladies not abstaining
and why should we
then it be thy man do'n all the complaining
many have voiced the distaste
of a women tak'n first place
Adam was made for Eve to seduce
let go of that noose
watch out we're all run'n loose | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/18/2008 7:09:56 AM | watch out we're all run'n loose
chickens from the hen house
chasin’ down the goose
ducks are in the water
doves are on the fly
the horney owls been spotted
the meadowlarks don’t lie
sun is on the roof top
lilac on the breeze
lazy buzzing summer sounds
the last of the honey bees | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/18/2008 7:15:35 AM | The last of the honey bees
in quest of the very last flower
here in the final hour
of life on earth still seeks to please
the law that is written in his honey-bee soul
while we, it appears, continue to pursue
our self-destructive goal. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/18/2008 7:22:52 AM | our self-destructive goal.
Armageddon’s feast
Staring down the gaping hole
Of the final black beast
Sonar testing brain waves
That kill the whale pods sure
Training military braves
Preparing acts of war
Towers fill the airway
With a psychedelic trip
Telepathy was underway
Upon the radar blip
Nuclear explosions
Within the dolphin mind
Manifest erosions
In all of human kind | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/18/2008 1:27:59 PM | In all of humankind
is there the perfect being
eyes that are not blind
and truly seeing
ears that aren't deaf
tongues not of stone
feelings not bereft
so that we know we are not alone
and hearts not of clay
for the sins we atone
until our judgement day | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/18/2008 1:39:10 PM | until our judgement day
shall we vow to live a certain way
laying ground to the profound
not giving into the sway
while some fall to becoming prey
I for one, of my own
will live life til judgement day! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/18/2008 2:59:11 PM | live life til judgement day
for they say
then
life will end
be you saint
be you sinner
everyone is dead
there is no winner
time will stop
the cup runs dry
no use to run
no need to cry
tell a tale
tell a lie
tell your friends
fairwell goodbye. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/18/2008 3:16:36 PM | fairwell goodbye
as said, all man is doomed to die
tho practised in deception
those who parade and shout
and try to convince that death be conquered
are able to do...really nowt
tis fear of death that holds the grip
and blinds the quaking eye
tis best to grab the thorn of life
and LIVE until we die
for none will e'er escape it
tho some still return at will
dont waste a day...'stead taste it
on that note...I think I will :)
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