| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 4:10:45 AM | (morn'n Hammy sister)
that someday it will all be child's play
gathering more sisters and brothers to play in the hay barn
Up in the loft-- Ten lined up in a row, taking turns on the rope swing
Hold on tight! You wouldn't want to fall .... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 6:16:09 AM | Hold on tight! You wouldn't want to fall ....
in love too fast, it would not be at all
the wisest thing, as the experts all say
Strengthen those knees, and just walk away.
Oh don't let him kiss you, damn it's too late
Oh well, just surrender, love has it's own fate | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 6:28:55 AM | Oh well, just surrender, love has its own fate
I'm living in a heavens' dream
its glorious to finally rejoice
the inner voice
a driving force
leading me to this course
blissful state of forever love
never believed when others' said
"Its clear and surreal!!" | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 7:19:39 AM | "Its clear and surreal!!"
She had sex appeal
But her head keeps
Spinning around
Like a scary
Friday the 13th. movie show
That’s the kind of dates
I wind up with
Don’t you know | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 9:46:13 AM | Don't you know
The reason she has that glow
is from the night before.
I was ready to leave her at her door
then we kissed and our bodies took control
Urges from somewhere in our very soul
passions overflowing we just gave in
flesh to flesh skin to skin
Two bodies entwined our hearts beating hard
just for that night we dropped our guard
let our basic instincts lead us to our goal
and when we awoke we regained control.
But the memory is forever and it's why i'm knowing
that night we were together our juices were overflowing | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 10:41:01 AM | that night we were together our juices were overflowing
on a blanket in the beachgrass
under the moon and the stars
a magical hue, making love
to the rythym of the waves
we watched the sun set and then rise
as if the night took but a moment | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 11:27:47 AM | As if the night took but a moment,
but for some it seemed like 10 days,
the beauty, is rich in it's colourfulness and vibrance,
and in it's impact on the human imagination | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 1:28:49 PM | tis but one love under every single nation
and but one hope for all people
for peace on earth
for a shoulder to lean on
for a hand to hold
for a look of empathy
for a bowl of soup
so why are nations so separated
why are people so divided
why do we permit ourselves to live in silos
why do allow leaders to blind us
by waving their flags
If we simply awoke
to the one love and hope
and if all acted upon it
tomorrow the world could be a different place | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 1:59:26 PM | tomorrow the world could be a different place
tazers and mace
pepper sprayed face
race around in a circle
paint everything purple
enjoy your maple surple with dem der flap jacks
its better when sleepin out back
traveling with a rucksack
fat headed from the fresh air
its only fair
when how and where
just don't share your thoughts | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 2:03:40 PM | Just don't share your thoughts
I walk amongst love of hearts
writings sometimes worlds apart
but in unity our hearts beat,
together
in the belief of one another!!!
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 2:29:03 PM | in the belief of one another
or to a sister or brother
please don't smother
that child in good intentions
let some natural interventions slip
lessons learned from playing with whips
tear off a few strips
they will mend
so in the end
they don't do it again. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 4:36:01 PM | They don't do it again
after one time they just abstain
sometimes I like to go for more
as long as we're not doing it on the floor
Those rug burns take a while to heal
is it worth the pain just to hear you squeal | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 5:07:07 PM | they will mend
so in the end
they don't do it again.
hang on a moment while I look inside
taking count how many scars you still hide .
would love to extract and clean them all
with added assurance that you shall never again fall | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 5:20:46 PM | with added assurance that you shall never again fail
lunch pail
and all
jack and jill they had a
thrill is in the air
and really not contrare my french is amiss yet the meaning is this
here i am not a thing
on my mind it is a
echo
so i just am here
to say hi and disappear
for a while to read
some kinda
language in paint | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 5:48:09 PM | some kinda language in paint
My favorite color is white
There is Polar Bear white
There is refrigerator white
There is Scared Stiff white
But my fav is Vanilla white
And I may just take a bite | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 6:05:09 PM | ***This is a duplicate, scroll down to next post***
"Language in paint"
How could I forget?
The roots that lead my obsession in art
Paint and canvas, subject and muse
all to create an interesting hue
To stare from a wall, revered respected
the profile of billions perspective
I could feel David move and
Life flow, animating Adam
Know of the anxiousness of birth
when cut from Zeus' person
I knew the pride of a God
at a plaza in Florence
and the love of a mother
in the rushed strokes of an addict.
it is language in paint, and stone, and clay
private and public, gut twisting and serene
it is, above all understandings
the communication of silences. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 6:12:33 PM | And I may just take a bite
of the food to my right
though its been there longer then I care to imagine
but its paper season and I am behind
Hygiene becomes least of my mind
Come join me, we'll be study kin.
***Sorry this last line is the one that is the first line of the next poem**** | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 6:30:11 PM | (Kaitiey ... no prob.. )
Hygiene becomes least of my mind
but its paper season and I am behind
Come join me, we'll be study kin.
because you found the door your already in | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 6:56:38 PM | because you found the door your already in
is between the worlds, outside and within
Creative realities made just for you
a wondrous carousel of adventures that grew
out of desire for a life that is whole
sailing the spirit and healing the soul
calling from yesterday, holding tomorrow
catching the joy in the hands of lost sorrow
stand in the portal and sing your full song
and your truest love will soon come along | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1596 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 7:04:25 PM | And your truest love will soon come along
Sounds like one of my saddest Blues songs
Deeper and deeper in love I go
Finding my dog is my only loveshow!
Lol he never asks for money!
He sincerely loves me!
He snores just alittle!
An' he goes outside to piddle!
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 7:13:34 PM | An' he goes outside to piddle
fiddle around alittle
spittle on the ground
a mound of ants invades his pants
as rants and ravings of the mothers
smother your laughter like a glove
your truest love will soon come along
they sing it constantly in those songs
so patiently abstain from having some
from the one that doesn't fit the bill
willing that elusive dream to be real
stealing glances at others you think to be that way
straying across lost times of play
the decades fade away.
then one day you meet a seer
who directs you to a mirror
it then becomes clear
the one who loves you is near
infact is here
right where you are standing
demanding to be loved in return
so to fulfill that yerning
start learning from the people who transend
looking for an end
in the mating trend
just spend your time well and happy within yourself
for that is the sacred book on your shelf
nobody else can love you like you do
or alway be that true
so don't be blue
celebrate the discovery
the self love recovery
then in your joy
other girls and boys
will love you too.
as long as you keep it realistic
don't get too narcisistic | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 7:46:54 PM | don't get too narcissistic
Your teeth will turn yellow
And you’ll suffer smoker’s cough
You’ll be short of breath
And you will really feel old
What? ….Sorry…….whoa…
Thought you said nicotine-istic
Well I’ll be durned…
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/18/2008 7:48:08 PM | don't get to narcissistic
remember, you don't want to get stuck
with your roots in the ground
when the Birds and Bees fly away
going somewhere else to play
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