| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/21/2008 8:36:37 PM | breathless for more
the shore
waves sculpting solid granite
dream weavers span it
nothing but time
life lines
astonding diversification
inspiration
that long walk along the beach
unnecessary speach
the touch of a swinging finger
let it linger
eyes catch that ilusive spark
periferal dark
so easy to miss
then a kiss
the world comes alive
passions thrive
then a rest
you catch your breath | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/21/2008 9:00:43 PM | You catch your breath
and turn your head
ever so slightly
a voice you once knew
so intimately
has once again spoken your name
in a whisper, near the nape of your neck
sending chills along your spine
and memories along your mind | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/22/2008 6:04:45 AM | And memories along your mind
tangled in the cob webs
growing thinner with time
clinging to the silk threads
The brightness of being now fading
lightness of youth now fails
in the ebbing tide gone wading
in memories the heart still sails
Into the sun we follow
on to an unknown ocean
in shallows now we wallow
derelict now we're motion
less | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/22/2008 6:17:29 AM | derelict now we're motionless
eyeless, hidden by eyelids
speachless muted by babble
Odorless scented with a stench
Wake up the fools asleep in the desert
For their souls are not yet thier own | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/22/2008 6:25:58 AM | For their souls are not yet their own
Time will tell if rulers eat their own words
History books will show it like it is
But please believe that the soul belongs
Not to any country, man or beast
It lives on inside the ticking pulse of the universe. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/22/2008 7:02:24 AM | It lives on inside
the ticking pulse of the universe.
the heartbeat of creation
where time and space
collide, converge, and embrace.
when all matter and spirit
passion and joy
come together in a lunar moment | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/22/2008 7:10:22 AM | Come together in a lunar moment
drop your drawers and bend
and to our fearless leaders
an unmistakable message send
half my money funds their war
the rest I spend on gas
So I bend low and spread them wide
so they can kiss my azz. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/22/2008 7:34:45 AM | so they can kiss my azz
waiting for me to pay those high taxes
shove a corn cob there too
maybe the rufage will give ya a clue
liars in con
beating their drums
refusal to tap your feet
will make you poor and weak
money is now just a thing
barely get'n you by
Hopefully soon the rich will
spread some of their bucks | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/22/2008 7:45:55 AM | hopefully soon the rich will spread
some of their bucks
bring us some of their good lucks
right to the edge of the toast
goodbye bad luck and
"Here's a toast to the most tried monkey , seen on this side of the coast"...
--it would come none too soon
my arms are out of strength
stretched , and thin as a ghost
so like I said, may good fortune smile and swing in
with a catch and release...
--us poor Monkey-folk
that eat bananas and roll reefers , scratch our heads and
give you the heads
up about what we've reads
where the tea is made, bananas are grown, and
how it tastes. ..
Testing
the market
--for you Rich-folk
is getting stale....
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/22/2008 3:15:40 PM | Testing the market, for you Rich-folk is getting stale!!
that money, you'll tighten up
when ya see
the weak minded of you
start gang'n up
move'n in on your stoop
leaving trails of monkey poop....lol(noth'n to this it just rhymed!!..lol)
as you scurry to clean up a mess you created
you'll have to join the circus to get fed!!
Tell me now
will you vcarry on with your con
Tomorrow?!!,
It's not here yet and gone
A day for anyone that may choose to resurect | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/23/2008 2:33:18 AM | Respect the life I live
Dont laugh at me for using
Relics
A turntable was almost
Free
Leave me alone
Suzie Q was right
Keep moving on
Sick of being abused
I am rolling on
Now am satisfied  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/23/2008 5:05:04 AM | Now am satisfied with the lovely taste
Added a little thickening flour paste
To my award winning turkey ball soup
Am going to surprise the entire group
To make it you buy an old tom turkey
This may sound like a bit of malarkey
But dinner is going to be okey-dokey
I’m having fun, so I’m a little bit smurky | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/23/2008 5:20:04 AM | I'm having fun, so I'm a little bit smurky
Your having Turkey?!!....lol
I'm sure we'll be having Ham...lol
Possibly even some Lamb...lol
It will all be the same in your house and mine
Smiles run'n wild
even if there aren't any kids
to laugh at dig'n in the snow
finding what the Easter bunny had left
It's all in the same when you know you are Blessed
and not insane
A smile you put on this face of mine
Knowing everything for this Easter Day is fine... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/23/2008 5:32:17 AM | Knowing everything for this Easter Day is fine...
As I rise from the dead, from
turning water into wine.
OK, i turned it ice, bacardi made the miracle. But
Now I need to shake the webs and hide some eggs
"There's a thin line between saturday night and sunday morning" | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/23/2008 6:48:24 AM | "There's a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning"
Got up early, had me a big a bowl of cereal an I’m still yawning
Now we got snow up to a tall Swede’s azz
Don’t know how long this snow will last
In the snow drift we will hide the Easter eggs
The kids will be cute with stilts on their legs
The snow is going to be way over their heads
Should stay in and drink hot chocolate instead | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/23/2008 9:10:11 AM | Should stay in and drink hot chocolate instead
I wish I had listened to your advice
Now am left in an alcoholic stupor
Wondering what you taste like
Tomorrow is a new day
I’d like to embark on
Before you bury me
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/23/2008 9:16:22 AM | should stay in and drink hot chocolate instead
of get warped with the bring me down
--fumble arounds
there is so much to enjoy
even from despair
but some like to take you to the
dark over there
forgetting all you know
sand keeps pouring through the hourglass
just flip it again
see if it does the same thing
ring a ding
hello
what do you do with a person of faith
that has so little
and says believe believe!
good god there is a point where
you just don't have enough faith
for those. Hard as it is
one has to leave. To regain
your equalibrium. Rebalance.
And restore ones health. Some people are
intent on making one crackers. Holy s*it!
just stiff stuff
loosening up...
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/23/2008 12:06:07 PM | loosening up
^^looks like a forced smile...lol
where did malcom eggs go?
in the middle?
get it?
corny. I know.
You know
I often think I want to be left alone
When the truth is
I don't
Really all I ever want is peace
I know war
Lived with ignorance
Negative tales of superstition
In my family
If it had a minus-fun note attached to it
--Well it should be good for us
--Sinners you know
Lets buy the whole bunch...
And let's erase that sh*t you just made up
Sit up!
Smarten up!
What's wrong with you??
Wow!!!!
Why are you so disturbed!!!!?
My sister joins the "crazy chorus"
Interjecting. Unreflecting. Total goader.
Let me be free here and say.
She and my mom are a team
Instigators
--Alligators from hell.
They should go on Dr Phil
Enlighten folk
Of the really sad drill
Kill Kill Kill...
all hope and happiness
any validation...
Right now I'm the needy one
But yes. I will not feel one bit of guilt
When I can finally financially be free
Of the two 'bull-women' in my family tree.
Again this is just another unwinding...
steam-letting rant
Swingin like a monkey...
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/23/2008 6:09:47 PM | Before you bury me
like that skipped entry
its only fair
to share
all these thoughts delicately
then a bit crass
like that kiss my ass
coming on so fast
the trash is left on the curb
words heard
no longer abusurd
yet pay no head
just read every second line
feeling the time
saved
in a wave
could spray new life
into all this nice white hope
avoiding the rope
hanging from that old oak tree
its not for you
though just may be
waiting to see
a new me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/23/2008 7:40:21 PM | Just may be waiting to see a new me!!
Never have I felt that way about you
You've always been, YOU!
Of every word you say
even between the ass kiss of bliss
Black stockings in fishnet
bootaah, slap'n too
or Bang-n-cauk......lol
I couldn't resist
urges of sexual fantasies
for me a play of sorts
Acting it all out in the real
Feelings risen of the days giving | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/23/2008 9:21:04 PM | Feelings risen of the days given
all you can to make your man steel
knowing he is all you'll ever need
to fulfill that glow, down deep below
A river runs through it | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/24/2008 7:15:02 AM | A river runs through it
edging the existence
of free flowing water
lined with trees and flowers
Life swimming within | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/24/2008 7:27:32 AM | life swimming
within
on an inflated inner tube
bonga bonga-floating the universal jungle
of ups
and downs
ins and outs
and round abouts
flip over and go fer
an under-water swimmy
the wetting water finny
smooths the kinks and ruse
into new news
ink wet
water jet
dorsal speed
the sadness shlept
--off to find somewhere else to feed
dissolved of old
the news gets fold
and recycled or thrown to the curb
looking forward to growing more herb
or rye
in the eye of the hurricane
out comes appear closer...
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/24/2008 8:19:01 AM | out comes appear closer
The cologne was way to strong
I wasn’t able to get near enough
To try to see if I should belong
Some time things just don’t add up
May be I’m not that good at math
I’m gonna’ have to pass on this one
Gone searching down a brand new path | |
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