| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/23/2008 9:44:44 PM | better now and now and now
minutes pass to age wine?
Better, yes, passing time
Savoured, tasted
Fruit of vine.
Fragrant bouquet
Sense of smell
Clear in light
Seen as well
Heard mind
Casted spell
Magic encounter
Touched heart fell
(sigh)
No, we are not THERE YET
Be patient, time will tell. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/24/2008 5:21:37 AM | Be patient, time will tell.
As seen from the past
resolutions that couldn't be kept
savoring the taste from be blessed
getting there will be soon
opening my eyes
dancing with you to our tune
mesmorized by your potion
its so hard to wait
I'll stride enjoying this ride...... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/24/2008 6:32:26 AM | I'll stride enjoying this ride.....
through mountain tunnels
ventured deep inside
daylight bursts welcoming
portal exit an entrance to light
fragrant pine tickles nostrils to scent
mountain air sweetly embraces sun's kiss
clouds wisp in delight blown soft by skies of ocean
horses never bridled embracing freedoms never lost. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/24/2008 9:34:46 AM | horses never bridled
embracing freedoms never lost
running through winter landscapes
hoofprints mark the frost.
Canyons in the mindset
holding ancient truth
written on the rockface
in memories of youth.
Bright the fire flickers
deep in Plato’s cave
and those who wander towards the light
are both foolish and brave.
Crystal springs eternal
within the forest deep
where silence makes a mockery
of the collective sleep.
Suffer little children
for your parents lost their way
yet dawn still awakens
upon the next new day. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/24/2008 2:22:58 PM | upon the next new day
snow fell
upon the next new night
a arctic wind blew in the window of their bedroom
upon the next new dawn
a yawn spawned hope for a quick solution
though doubt quickly set in
with little to win
little to lose
even less interest in borrowing
what could fall upon these moments yet to be
crossed in a border blockade breach
new arms could hold the fort
if only for that next new day | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/24/2008 5:05:02 PM | If only for that next new day
the snow would stay
glistening like diamonds straight away
without any doubt
of a new dawning
if then it only dawns on me
just for show
a solution has came to mind
shut out the naive young who try to deceive
bust down them doors
unleashing a new day set about | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 1007 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/24/2008 5:31:45 PM | unleashing a new day set about
whilst the purple people eater
let go with a shout
that echoed there
reverberating
dulcet toneless fog horn voice
penetrating everywhere
as listeners
[who had no choice]
scrambled
dishevelled
for the ear muffs thick
a lonely dog
emerged from fog
gave the ears a lick
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/25/2008 11:15:52 AM | Gave the ears a lick
Mmmm that feels nice
lick again twice
to clear the wax
so I can hear what the bear has to say
silently listen'n
but pay'n attention
for what each day will bring | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/25/2008 7:26:11 PM | For what each day will bring
Is for the heart to know
Is it a song you have to sing
Or despair deep below
Every day brings a promise anew
Early morning flowers with dew
Trees that grow without anyone watching
Until they're old and branches ar catching
The full brunt of a saw so sharp
They fall without the sound of a harp
All melodic and sweet as in death
Than newness is gone as we catch our breath | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/26/2008 8:26:18 PM | Than newness is gone as we catch our breath
Suffering a fool yet it still acts worse
I think you need a doctor twisted sister
As your plague reveals the hag in you
Like an idiot believing you’re a dragon
Might allow you a window seat
In some loony bin
The sisters and I like visiting times
We love looking at albums
And swatting flies that buzz by | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/26/2008 9:19:53 PM | by attention seeking cry
I know that was never you
Your tears I heard
and wipe away without fear
now I cry
with happiness to see you dear | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/26/2008 10:00:03 PM | with happiness I see you dear
and now with a wonderful man
to spoil you and make you smile
life just doesn't get any better than this. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/26/2008 10:09:19 PM | Life just doesn't get any better than this
swattin' flies , by the side of the road!
Hit ...miss...hit ...miss!
Damn sure know my soul is blessed!
No more swattin' flies for me
I am bigger and better....
I been set free!
Life is bigger than a fly...don't ask why? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/26/2008 10:23:10 PM | Don’t ask why - life is fading
Into oblivion I see
As I copy all that’s useful
In the vastness of the sea
Together voices just get stronger
Harmony abounds
Laughter once more pervades the surface
Of a winter fantasy. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/27/2008 12:15:32 AM | Of a winter fantasy
Just you and I
My gray sky
Girl friend
Casting apocalyptic
Doom and gloom til
She feels sick
Of it all
But I love her
And I love her
Frowning faces
Misplaced youth
Broken heart tissue
Pumping cold
But still I want you
To grow old with me | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 1017 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/27/2008 12:34:00 AM | But still I want you to grow old with me
Withered thighs and sagging bums
Teeth that fell out long ago from gums
Toothless grins and whiskers on your chin[s]
But still I want you to grow old with me
Gnarled fingers cold as ice probe private bits
It's really enough to give you the runny shits
Constipated consternations in constellations got no consideration
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/27/2008 12:35:22 AM | consideration is
to grow old with me
would be just great
--no howling weirdos at the gate
that follow some
like doom and gloom
but They can see I have no broom
One or Two or maybe Three
Hyenas stand and play with fowl
But they are chickens not night owl
So High Ho High Ho ... away we go...LOL  | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 1019 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/27/2008 12:38:40 AM | So High Ho High Ho ... away we go
And silver thinks he stole the show
While kimosabi sits and shits
Old tonto's got the tail
Horses run in squeaky poo
Arses fart and smile with glee
Comic figures rise
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 1020 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/27/2008 4:02:00 AM | Comic figures rise
plastic witches can't survive
therefore never thrive
paid; the shaman desecrates
true beliefs so the fates
add unbalance to his tastes
unwary coven gathers near
chanting into hallowed air
Alas; I only grant them fear
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/27/2008 5:54:07 AM | Alas; I only grant them fear
Those who dare to come near
Touched by fire makes one leary
Come a little closer, here, my deary!
Let me soothe your frazzled nerve
With my wisdom, wit and verve
I'll hold you close and taste your skin
Once together, I'll let you in.
Explore the vastness of our mind
While gamely playing each one in kind.
It's best to stay away just now
Least your soul be mine, and how. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/27/2008 8:24:22 AM | Least your soul be mine,and how
but your heart belongs to another
that's okay for now
you still are like a brother
couched with the knowledge
you have shared
not an institutional college
but the hard knock school you bared
has left me with some degree of enlightenment | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 1023 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/27/2008 2:46:40 PM | has left me with some degree of enlightenment
and scars of unseen battles
the coils of hate are tightening
death will shake his rattles
and smile
deliciously
contended at the passing trade
ruby eyes are shining now
happy with decisions made
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 1025 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/27/2008 3:05:17 PM | but perished in the fire
marshmellow on a sagging stick
therein dies desire
smoke is lying thick
pernicious fools use the tools
as falls the tower of Babel
gathering infects the schools
death will lay the table
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