| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/5/2007 4:49:23 PM | my sisters and brothers of prose
My thoughts are fleeting and often misleading
just like a punch to the nose
ribald and dark ,rough-edged and stark
I still luv ya my brothers and sisters of prose  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/5/2007 6:22:28 PM | I still luv ya my brothers and sisters of prose
suck up some air through that nose
and hold it
examine it, play with it, ponder it
the excess to success
variety and exclusivity
each breath a million thoughts
how do you filter out?
the data filled with noughts
the data with a plus
got to be a negative too
cos on any kind of scale
these are the measure of you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/6/2007 2:50:31 AM | These are the measure of you...
These words of wisdom
You believe to be true
If the poetry you write
Measures who you may be
I ask you my friend
Can you not see
The measurements of yourself
Just don't add up
I've seen you pick people apart
And they get right back up
Like these little mistakes
In the poetry and prose
Soul Seductive's extra "I"
Come on girl, let it go
For if words make the person
And you think this is true
Then I see judgemental eyes
When I look towards you! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/6/2007 9:33:29 AM | When I look towards you!
my heart aches blue
why'd you wear that shoe
there is so much more in life to do
I hope your final callin'
ain't about ballin'
when life gets to stallin'
you need to pull up your socks
darlin' | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/6/2007 9:53:20 AM | darlin' oh darlin'
wont you be mine
a critique is judgemental
so eat with the swine
no matter that you
were trying to improve
some people don't like it
so tell them to move
pull up your socks
dance all your days
make tuna sandwiches
with mayonaisse
and where exactly have I fallen
if life don't include
a lot of ballin
have to go now
words are stallin | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/6/2007 11:13:01 AM | words are stallin
my muse has run dry
late night freeway
was passing me by.
Pulling out the irritant
saying whats on your mind
in a secure environment
well that can be just fine.
But when your engines stalling
and you don't really know the way
Looking for a rescue
is no time for word play.
Sometimes we need a towtruck
to get us started here
and thats what first and last line does
the message is always clear.
Come on lets play and understand
we all have different needs
Times I want honest critique
others to write just as I please.
Stranded on a highway, I could use a friend
If you can't then pass on by, no need to pretend. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/6/2007 10:49:08 PM | If you can't then pass on by, no need to pretend
can you spare me a tenner?
no friends from whom to lend
a tenner you say
not a fortune
how do you intend to spend?
I will buy myself a weekly fix
no change for food n drink
so do you let them have it?
think now think
as they indulge in self abuse
giving them money is no use
they start smelling bad
and become a recluse
what they really needed
was to be of some use
to have a purpose
a reason to live
I am sorry my friend
no money to give
but I can feed n clothe you
give you water to drink
if you will work for me
what do you think?
work for no money
you must think me a fool
cos in the land of the living
money's the rule | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/7/2007 6:56:51 AM | [from broken link at msg. 146]
close enough to hold that money's the rule
old and bold yet still so cruel
a school of fools within that measure
thinking more dough will bring them pleasure
when treasure is sitting all around
crosslegged on the ground
laughing and singing with fire warming hearts
the children of games that don't end except to start
again and again with a jovial smile
knowing that love and compassion make style
spreading the word to fill darkness with light
communications is free and so am I tonight. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/7/2007 7:33:01 AM | communications is free and so am I tonight
so let start some intimacy and lets do this right
I wanna seduce your mind as well as your flesh
from the moments it all starts you'll feel so blessed
wishing to caress you all over your skin as you groan and stare
the fact that someone might walk in on us and neither of us cares
it doesnt have to end right now, nor will it be over anytime soon
maybe we shall just "rock the boat" from noon to the next full moon | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/7/2007 7:33:27 AM | communications is free and so am I tonight
so let start some intimacy and lets do this right
I wanna seduce your mind as well as your flesh
from the moment it all starts you'll feel so blessed
wishing to caress you all over your skin as you groan and stare
the fact that someone might walk in on us and neither of us cares
it doesnt have to end right now, nor will it be over anytime soon
maybe we shall just "rock the boat" from noon to the next full moon | |
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Posted: 9/7/2007 5:22:49 PM | maybe we shall just "rock the boat"
from noon to the next full moon
And see if we can keep this ship afloat
and outlast this wicked monsoon.
The rains have been pouring for many long days
and waters are rising around us,
we have been sandbanking in so many ways,
but the waters won't cease to surround us.
Don't look like an army can come to our aid
they're busy recruiting the crude
We are left sinking the bed that we've made
and we're quick running right out of food.
If we survive it will be by our wits
and not by our governments trying.
It doesn't look pretty, down here in the pits
and we all know now just who's been lying.
So paddle your own load, we're heading upstream
to find a new truth for tomorrow
We have a choice to begin a new dream
or stay here and drown in our sorrow. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/7/2007 6:28:02 PM | we have a choice to begin a new dream
or stay here and drown in our sorrow pie
should be an easy decision to make
but with too much to drink, we can’t think straight
that’s just the beginning of our problems here
our thinking is screwed because of the beer
our beer is too strong because of the rules
our rules are all wrong because of the tools
in charge. So listen up, my friends and foes
you know how the saying goes, it up to those
who know the difference between wrong and right
to push all day and all the night for change.
so take my hand and I’ll take yours, we’ll dance
and sing the song of love, believe the dream. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/7/2007 9:00:52 PM | and sing the song of love, believe the dream
Now I lay me down to sleep
see it's not at all like it may seem
illusion stands,
who's left to blame
while frequent flyers play the game
of scorching deserts where once plough lay
across the land bountiful, I pray
the lord my soul to keep.
Led like sheep
to the slaughter
Magdalines daughter
rises forth with scorn in her eye
and passion in her womanhood
Damned if she'll stay kind and good
Let her do to all others as she would
as she should
Fleas from a camels back
we lack
the fortitude to even apologize
sometimes I despise
the whole human race.
A disgrace
to our heritage we make.
if I should die before I wake
they'll be one less consumer for Hell to take. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/7/2007 10:55:05 PM | there’ll be one less consumer for hell to take
along for the fiery ride
instead I’ll bathe with you in the blue green yonder
wearing nothing but seaweed
watch me flip my tail your way as I shimmer
towards silver horizons
or surf with me through mercury swells to a place
beyond landfall, hell or promise | |
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Posted: 9/8/2007 9:38:46 AM | beyond landfall, hell or promise
waiting for the beyond
was a landfall
it came from hell
from Mars
to re-ignite a flame
a long lost promise
no promise was made
at least not yet
promises you dont forget | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/8/2007 11:41:19 AM | promises
you dont
forget
forever love
you promised
me
promise
still we keep
separately
living flames
remembering
we | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/8/2007 9:40:49 PM | a perfect harmony
duet sung sweet
the world is a sucker
for twined voices
as we sway on the rope
of pure music
over the waters
of sentiment | |
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Posted: 9/8/2007 11:19:45 PM | as hearts dance with elation
my heart pumps sensations
givin' myself that york sensation
not peppermint patties, but love vibrations | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/9/2007 12:02:59 AM | not peppermint patties, but love vibrations
have you tried a Maltese sensation?
best way to drink milk
my skin feels as soft as silk
but my muscles are well defined
I am currently in heaven
playing on my karoake machine
singing along with all the greats
that was always for me a dream
and now Whitney has joined
my evergrowing playlist
of songs I would like to sing for real
and Stevie Wonder is there too
I would love to thank them all
for being here for you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/9/2007 1:27:06 AM | for being here for you
is the best that I can do
always wanting to do more
feeling a little bit unsure
knowing my own stupidity
how clumsy and wrong I can be
I pray I'll never let you down
never love you less than I can
and sometimes it seems
these days are just dreams
and I fear to wake
find it's all my mistake
how can one person be
so lucky as me
to spend time with you
to be here to love you | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/9/2007 4:37:27 AM | to be here to love you
Behind every great man is a great woman
you’ve heard said…and the fool believes that
it’s the female clown who knows better
the male ego needs the joke
the female represents Michelangelo’s smile
he was the first to document that
Moaning lists…pity you had to be 48 to understand
scientific fact…am over my hormonal blues
regressing into childhood…that’s a fact | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/9/2007 5:44:34 AM | Regressing into childhood…that’s a fact,
with all its innocence and wide-eyed wonder
in everything we say and how we act,
enjoying the experience without fear of blunder,
why did we abandon this delightful security
for mistaken promises of adult maturity? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/10/2007 8:38:04 AM | mistaken promise of adult maturity
linked to age is such a rage
yet lost in the reality of time
some minds never find the place
paced by stress's race of rats
fun in frolic or saturated fats
we may change the hat upon a head
without another word said
dead thoughts breach what's hot
or not
like yea,
so you've got a...
pending point of conflict
feel sick from all this pressure to grow up
loving the cup you've always used
even when abused
it never failed to crench your thirst | |
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