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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 1603 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/19/2008 4:49:04 AM | No barriers
just conscience and solitude
no warrriors
but obedience and servitude
more oil for us
as death becomes the overlord
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/19/2008 9:30:25 AM | as death becomes the overlord
All bumbling clumsy squires,
and cowardly thieves in the land
will be preemptively put to death.
We will have to stop at three for tea | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/19/2008 11:06:49 AM | We will have to stop at three for tea
along the Ivory Coast
Then over to Cape town where
we'll just have eggs and toast.
Madagascar by supper time
Mauritus for a midnight snack
and trust a cove to lay our heads
at sunrise we'll get on track.
All the way to Northampton
and a skip on down to Perth
We'll have lunch with long lost kin
in merriment and mirth.
Over to Tasmania,
A detour to the Gold Coast
Then over to New Zealand where
we have such a gracious host
Supper where we're wined and dined
and moored safe for the night
Sunrise comes and we're on our way
It's such an easy flight.
Island hopping through the Cooks
Must see Raivavae
Ahunui and Pakarua
then time to say goodbye
Easter Isl. where history
makes a statement true
Then up to the Galapagos
And then on to Peru. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/19/2008 12:16:49 PM | And then on to Peru
Nevermind there's nothing to do
Living it up in France making out with random women all night
Can't decide if I like the size 0 models or the one's that use their tongue to wet my pallet tight
Only a million more miles till I get where I want
Any place I go they got liquor upfront | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 12:39:33 PM | Any place I go they got liquor upfront
I'd tell them they were slobs but i'm not that blunt
They should learn to sip and enjoy the taste
not spill it down their shirts drinking in such haste.
It's not as if their wines are all that great
But their cognac surely does invigorate the palate | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 1:16:16 PM | their cognac surely does invigorate the palate
then as the night goes on we can smell it
all over your body
in your hair
on your cloths
everywhere
so don't dare to drive
call a cab and stay alive | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/19/2008 1:22:51 PM | Call a cab and stay alive
There is no use risking insanity
I was so tired wrestling the car keys
From hands that cease to function
In a rational coherency
Live life to live | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/19/2008 1:34:10 PM | Live life to live
I will start today I promise
For the ink dried today
And the weight of the future
in the form of an impending divorce
resolved itself today
So I can turn the page
and take a deep breathe
move back in the house
I built with my own hands
Hold my head high
Knowing I did my best
And while my best wasnt good enough for yesterday
I re-believe my best may be good enough tomorrow | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 1:42:14 PM | I re-believe my best may be good enough tomorrow
And there is no doubting the need to begin
The rest of your life without regret
Yesterday’s dreams have dissipated into a cloud
Of clarity
Enjoy the fresh scent of freedom
Run through the field barefoot and with joy
Live again and be happy. | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 2:21:12 PM | Live again and be happy.
I WILL run through the field barefoot with joy
I WILL go fly a kite
I WILL go build sandcastles
I WILL play in the sandbox
I WILL push the swing
I WILL live again and be happy
I Promise.... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/19/2008 2:44:24 PM | I Promise....
to never let myself go thru that again.
I Promise....
to never let her/him go thru that again
I Promise.... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/19/2008 2:48:41 PM | I promise . . .
To find the hidden mysteries of life
In each and every bud of spring
I promise
To find contentment in the smallest
Recesses of simplicity
I promise
To find compassion in the sunrise
Forgiveness in the passage of my heart
As I compel people to wake up
And realized their dreams
I promise
To not waste the day in being forgetful
Of small kindnesses
And simple courtesy
The road is not a wasteland
But a journey forward. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/19/2008 4:05:11 PM | But a journey forward
Imbibed within a rythm
All it's own
The comings weave ecclectical
In and out the goings
Rising round and through the hall
In so much of a tingle
(Never minding the crawl
Of snails
Pace and fern
Spores floating
That finds my will of ways to stall)
Hampered in a turniquet
Saddled up to ride
The blaze
--It's incessant chirping
Seems to lubricate
The wheel
And drown in flowered hours
In a sort of circumvented keel
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/19/2008 6:56:45 PM | In a sort of circumvented keel
that keeps our lives an even deal
of give and take and give again
a mix of sun and nourishing rain
making rainbows of the light
that lead to treasures beyond our sight
like friendships found in cyberspace
that lead to weekends at your place
fun and frolic and a bran new thread
So next time come to our place instead. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/19/2008 7:03:49 PM |
So next time come to our place instead
Invitation is really nice for head
Tired of tricks and treats ( brain dead)
Time to razzle-dazzle with grace
Fly away to join the race
Leaving wayward hours of toil
Kettle water is on a boil
Making ready ... tea for two ... or three
The day is polishing up so free... | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 8:03:21 PM | The day is polishing up so free...
I am happy to put the morning behind
Remove the hospital from my picture
Relax and forget
Cold steel tables
Prodding hands
Relaxing and rolling with the lomi lomi breathing
Letting the energy flow through you
Taking you away to a gentler place
A field of welcoming warmth
Drifting up the laneway
An invitation I look forward to accepting. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/19/2008 8:22:25 PM | An invitation I look forward to accepting
It's a fine way to polish up my eticaughty
be a lil naughty
In publicity
Then returnable to my humble
Abodeo and
Stitch my sides together with leather
From laughing at myself
Bein a monkey playing pin the tail on the donkey....  | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 8:40:43 PM | Being a monkey playing pin the tail on the donkey
don't take a drink of coffe just yet
here comes some more funny shi*t
I'll be tip'n my hat
for some spare cash
so I'll always have something to wipe my as*s
whose playing little boy blue?
getting his balls off
By the little old lady living in the shoe
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/19/2008 10:36:08 PM | By the little old lady living in a shoe
Is a daisy
Dog that's lazy
They sleep away
The sing song day
While butter churns
In broken clay
Crockitty rockitty in her chair
Feet in air hair falls down to underwear
Something stirs and wakes her up
Tea cup falls and hits her pup
Bark and scream it does erupt
Looks out side to see whats up
There's little boy blue
Knock knock nocked up ...
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/19/2008 10:38:00 PM | By the little old lady living in the shoe
There was a young man who hadnt a clue
he went to the bar
and played his guitar
and cut an album that went platinum
he sung of the blues
with a voice that was drunk
till his fingers were bleeding
and everyone was laughing
but its one thirty in the morning
and the office will be hard
but he was OK with that
for the day needed to be marked | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/19/2008 10:42:48 PM | for the day needed to be marked
the day he found what was lost
as the sun flying through the sky
and the stars hung low enough to touch
the sky ceiling covered in black velvet
his eyes turned to her
the sigh
the smile
beautiful one | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/19/2008 11:11:32 PM | the sigh, the smile, beautiful one
the day he found what was lost
But the loss was long ago
as he felt his way through the dark
but the sun rose in a rainstorm
and the stars shined above the clouds
and he knew thet were there through faith
as he knows they will be there tomorrow | |
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Posted: 3/20/2008 6:46:00 AM | as he knows they will be there tomorrow
there is no sense in trouble to borrow
paying Paul at Peters expense
doesn't really make too much sense
Living too high makes a really long fall
buying right into the Chinese shopping mall
where three for a dollar loses your pay
and tomorrow you'll throw it all out anyway
Mortgages higher than the worth of your home
three cars await last months pay for the loan
Sinking in deeper to the myth of the land
where bigger and better has the upper hand
leading you down a false garden path
the thirties had nothing on this coming wrath.
Buckle up tight now, the piper wants his pay
learn to plant gardens, it's a bran new day. | |
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