| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/5/2008 10:30:49 PM | to change the past ~
would seemingly alter
the experiences;
the life I've lived;
the woman I've become
to suspend time ~
to extend a breath-
taking experience,
to fast forward
thru the mediocre;
I can imagine
I don't wish to change
the past, except to
remember everything
better than it was... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/6/2008 1:28:35 AM | to remember everything better than it was
and to really take a look around
at the script
where it got ripped
and shredded
then tape it back together
with fine lace and hills of heather
shared with summer wines'
and a special weather
kinda friend
tasting the finer things that last
past the due date
like good preserves | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/6/2008 8:49:20 AM | like good preserves
or honey ...
they say honey never goes bad
but it will turn to sugar
it's that bad
if you wanted honey?
Just an observation, of sorts. | |
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Posted: 4/6/2008 9:20:35 AM | Just an observation, of sorts
not needing any retorts
or spectator sports fans
acting stupid in the stands
but on the other side of the coin
we find the head of a moose
that makes two heads to choose
no tail in this tale for sale or to lend
its only there for you to spend
but a phone call takes two
so what can I do
except move on to something new | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/6/2008 9:57:30 AM | except to move on to something new
experiencial boredom says boo hoo
what's there to do?
and there is a whole mess of stuff
waiting for me but how to?
how to make a day my way
I want to drive it
with flair
maybe a bong
a song
or a toot
but today is going to be a hoot
not a loud one
just a good one
I am driving today
tomorrow i will go along to make hay
ride the tractor and watch for predators
keep my feet on the floor
and the clutch handy
cuz there may be some kinda animal crossing
and who wants to dent a tractor?
they are not easy to negotiate
and animals are rather unperdictable
so for some reason
and there really is none
I know today is going to be a good holiday
there are no malls out here
in the bush
just deep snow melting
rain swimmin in from the big ole sky
fire in the stove and birds calling to each other out in the trees
so there really is no needs for me today
just a hollerday | |
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Posted: 4/6/2008 10:19:53 AM | just a hollerday
Are you a good
double clutching
tractor driving
hard to sway
Kinda girl?
If I was a
country boy
I sure might
go for you
maybe | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/6/2008 12:40:29 PM | maybe
if I let it all be seen
maybe
the would won't be so mean
maybe
if we stand together now
maybe
love will show somehow
maybe
they will stop at the light
maybe
the song will feel alright
maybe
I will find some nourishment
maybe
money will be well spent
maybe
the sun will make you smile
maybe
you will walk the extra mile | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/6/2008 12:52:54 PM | You will walk that extra mile
and grow into an adult my child
You will hoe the row with sweat in your brow
because there's work to be done...and maybe you'll show someone how
to keep on keepin' on with disasters in their sights
Knowing that anything is possible with a heart and a fight
And love will be found inside these ties that bind
Not the frilly, flowery love...but the durable kind... | |
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Posted: 4/6/2008 1:13:36 PM | not the frilly, flowery love...but the durable kind...
that comes from the heart, and not from the mind
a love so true, and all so real, the kind any one would like to steal
a love so pure and all so sweet, an honest love there is nothing so neat
for every one would kill for such love, and if any one wouldn't i throw in my gloves | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/6/2008 1:27:16 PM | and if any one wouldn't I'll throw in my gloves
Throw in your gloves then Jay
not all of them come to stay
when things get a bit rough
they have to work and stuff
you can forget it .... they go on their way!
Better off without them anyway! That's what I say.
(Hi Jay. Long time no see.) | |
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Posted: 4/7/2008 3:03:03 AM | Better off without them anyway! That't what i say
but why cant true love ever come to stay
why cant two hearts ever feel the same
is there so many people out there just playing the game
for one to get hurt its such a sin
will people ever let down barriers to let us in
we ae not all the same some of us truly care
but you will never find out unless you let us in there.
(hi 123 goodluck, yeah its been a while lol ) | |
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Posted: 4/7/2008 3:21:36 AM | you will never find out unless you let us in there
with a broom and a shovel too
clearing the space of unwanted hair
after that brand new doo
we need a new look just like those few
with money to toss around
give us a break with what you do
then we will clean your grounds
coffee cups and paper bags
scattered by the wind
its all those commuting lags
thinking littering is not a sin | |
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Posted: 4/7/2008 4:28:48 AM | Thinking littering is not a sin
Come on in,
Let the purification ritual begin
Grounds could use a good cleaning
(Good to see you both Thorb ... Jay)
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Posted: 4/7/2008 8:10:43 AM | Grounds could use a good cleaning
Is that why my coffee is so rank
I never scrub that crusty old pot
Just dump new grounds in the tank
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Posted: 4/7/2008 1:45:11 PM | Just dump new grounds in the tank
and roll up your pedal pushers
up past your knees
then wade in
new grounds scrubbin rounds
your hairy shin diggin boneos
toes squigglin with glee
to feel so free and sloughed off to the new
satin skin
caffiene soakin in
makes the whole body shiver
with rushes
and when done
rinse in fresh melted snow
warmed on the wood stove
and enjoy the green tea
with your your new coffee table legs | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/7/2008 1:51:06 PM | with your new coffe table legs
you should get a butcher block top
and when you filter the dregs
you get caffeinated non stop
and when you are up and running
wherever it is you go
just remember the old punning
don't eat yellow snow | |
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Posted: 4/7/2008 1:56:59 PM | the ole punning don't
eat yellow snow
just the green stuff
underneath it
is herbal as you go
barefooted in the wet spring run-off on the ground
slippin like a lady slipper
underneath the shaded woods
slices and slashes of sunlight
peircing through the pines
injecting heavens happy hippy head rests
down driveways of lazy woods-people
to a lane of daisy-be signs | |
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Posted: 4/7/2008 6:22:03 PM | to a lane of daisy-be signs
to a line of punk that does whines
to a set of tires which misalligns
I will guess my best but make rhymes
You can come to my house and i will get lost
and I will come to your club and you will get tossed
and i slept on the street till i felt frost
for I was willing to pay the cost | |
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Posted: 4/7/2008 9:23:28 PM | for i was willing to pay the cost
to ole jack frost
if he was willin to represent me
well
didn't go
so
swell
--i got nipped
he got jipped
and the whole encounter was
a negotiated bum deal
thought it was a steal
till i could feel
again
then
3000 yrs later
i recognize the problem
i have been paying for jack frost
ass
my energy
bill finally came in
FROM THE GOV sayin
--my equal payment plan was way outta sight
anyway...all i am sayin is i am just learning to enjoy the fire...
and i don't want the energy prices and taxes to go any higher | |
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Posted: 4/7/2008 9:32:10 PM | and i don't want the energy prices
and taxes to go any higher
I'm chopping wood
to make me a fire
To warm my beans and
Mulligan Stew
With out the heat
I'd soon turn blue
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Posted: 4/7/2008 10:10:21 PM | I'd soon turn blue
without the sight of ewe
dancing in the sand
music playing rubber band
leaping lords surround
no day
but knight
compound | |
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Posted: 4/8/2008 12:05:27 AM | compound
interest abounds
making sucking sounds
on its way down to the ground
being trailed by the sheriffs bloodhound
Getting all dressed up and heading into the town
Dancing the Cha-Cha, the Twist, Chitterbug spining around | |
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Posted: 4/8/2008 7:05:09 AM | Dancing the Cha-Cha, the Twist, Chitterbug spining around
jumping up in the air falling down on the ground
It's all an expression of how the music makes us feel
dancing chin to chin or toe to heel
I personally enjoy moving to rock and roll
even if my movements look like i'm out of control
I don't dance to please anyone other than me.
It may sound selfish but at least I feel free.. | |
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Posted: 4/8/2008 7:19:36 AM | It may sound selfish but at least I feel free..
Sailing around a mystical sea
leaving behind all worries and woes
where next I land nobody knows
Don't send me your problems, expecting to find
solutions absolving you out of the grind
you made for yourself, entrapment all found
I'm leaping to neverland both feet on the ground
Don't try to pull me back into your games
I'm done with the drama, and I ain't naming names
I'm leaving behind all the troubles and pain
and heading to where the sun shines through the rain
Call me irresponsible, call me a brat
It makes no difference, I'm "off duty" to that! | |
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Posted: 4/8/2008 8:34:54 AM | I'm "Off Duty" to that!, It makes no difference!
Setting the table up on shore
watching the waves roll in
indulging bounties of the sin
cradled in the arms with his love
everyday becoming more perfect than the one before
walking through the door forever more... | |
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