| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/8/2008 11:45:26 AM | Walking through the door forever more
No further in than you are further out
Crossing a threshold between here and there
Seeing the big picture from the wrong side of the peephole
In for a penny and then out for a smoke
Passing by opportunities despite all the pounding
You just keep on walking and talking on bye
Walking through the door forever more
Never once turning the key in the latch
To a place you might eventually call home | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/8/2008 11:51:28 AM | To a place you might eventually call home
If the landlord would ever leave me along
So the corn beef and cabbage stunk up the hall
No need to pound your fist on the wall
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/8/2008 3:04:28 PM | No need to pound your fist on the wall
so small that hole may be
free to become larger and larger it is
quiz the kids after that game time
find a mind to redesign
align some planetary thought
brought from status to oblivion you go
Pluto no more
sure that ball of ice was twice as sad
had a Roman god and everything
sing praise for the good ole days
haze covered shadows of lost dreams
scream to be heard again. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/8/2008 8:28:29 PM | scream to be heard again
no more still & quiet
what would you do
if time flipped
would you embrace the backwards
take the front walk instead
would you right all wrongs
haze lifting to brilliance | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/8/2008 10:26:14 PM | haze lifting to brilliance
as the tides catch the morning sun
a tiny bird sits over head
watching carefully
all the colours of the world
are placed inside as curiosity
sunshine in flight
as the hawks make way
for the rush of tender mercy
and the waves break the silence | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/9/2008 4:37:29 AM | and the waves break the silence
and the silence was no more
the waters swirl around themself
then wash up on the shore
and with the water was a branch
deposited somewhere far away
the branch now turned to driftwood
hidden by the oceans spray
and as I walked the beach this day
the branch it caught my eye
a beautiful piece of natural art
of which there is always a supply | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/9/2008 10:55:29 AM | a beautiful piece of natural art
of which there is always a supply
not the stuff you'd find at the mart
not really the stuff you can buy
This kind of art is not made by man
it's shaped by nature herself
amassing its color since time began
I think it'll look great on my shelf. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/9/2008 11:08:17 AM | I think it'll look great on my shelf.
Fond a mushroom growing with
the likeness of Moses on it
Discovered a Piece of burnt toast
that looks like Jesus a little bit
Kept on a shelf out of the way
Till I find some sucker on E-Bay | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/9/2008 4:54:52 PM | Till I find some sucker on E-Bay
I guess I may continue to play
this ole thing could really sing
yet with these new gadgets so cheap
the peeps don't want to fork out enough dough
thinking some old game would blow
but what can they ever know
if they don't try before they go | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/9/2008 7:58:52 PM | if they don't try before they go
and kick the pail to
fly a scale of 1 to nothin
then who's to know if they were puffin
the dragon slayer?
I wouldn't 'of
if I could've
used the handy dandy thingy ma jig
that had a name but was lost
from bein tossed like a old bone or stone in my shoe
but who's to know when to go or when to
keep on the path
that is the only one
does it ever get more real?
--one might think
and over stink
about the situation
looking for some insulation
simply to cocoon or hibernate
one of the two
--best be doing that ... sometimes
the energy principal
of reserve and prosper
is a sure way to stave off the enemy of gravity
now who's laughing..? ME | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/9/2008 8:50:43 PM | stave off the enemy of gravity
now who's laughing..?
Isn't that normal?
And I do get around
I haven't been to the
shoe repairman in years
Because my feet still
don't touch toe ground | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/9/2008 9:35:48 PM | because my feet
still dont't touch toe ground
or heal-up
so let's just free up
our body lace
of shoe liven and crocodile given
tears for beers
and eyes for eyes
and tooths for tooths
let go of goose
and ride the caboose
to journey together...LOL | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/9/2008 10:10:15 PM | as long as I'm with you
Let me know what I must do to keep you in my sights
the night is long, I'm not as strong as I used to be
If you don't mind, if you've got the time
I need you here with me. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/9/2008 10:32:35 PM | want to dance? (dancin' banana)
sure, smarty pants
uninhibited though
free expression
eye to eye
space given..
love to dance
timings not by chance
spaced respected express
freedom of discovery..
I digress..
Tango learned
Hard to discover
Waltz yearned
Simple cover..
Two step..
Quick! Quick!....slow...
Love ta' dance....seen in eye
Romance made satisfied sigh.
Threesomes just don't cut the rug
Picnics ruined by uninvited bug
Dancin' bananas without to be seen
Cuttin' the rug dancing with partner been. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/9/2008 11:01:02 PM | cuttin' the rug dancing
with partner been
a wondrous delight
spin me please, spin me...
you know i liked to be twirled!! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/9/2008 11:10:23 PM | you know i like to be twirled
like a butterfly
just lift me up
LOL
okay your off the hook
i can twirl myself
all around you
if you want to meet me
we will twirl away... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/9/2008 11:14:59 PM | you know i liked to be twirled!!
twisted and pulled upon...
please dont be afraid..
your lash is entrancing..
teasing and dastardly the shit
hasn't even begun to hit the fan
and willingly i plod along...
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/9/2008 11:25:25 PM | we will twirl away..
waltzing matilda..waltzing..
you twirl away the spinning top..
connection sought if only a moment stop.
Take offered hand and look into eyes
Space respected between us subtle embrace
Music heard to flow release of soul cries
Dancing begins freedom unleashed no race.
Twirled is not to observed approval seated
Relaxed to enjoy new found freedom greeted
'Twirling' observed by others irrelevent
Dancing two as One in heavens spent.. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/10/2008 6:49:03 AM | Dancing two as one heavens spent
All out of money
can't even pay the rent
I'd laugh if it was funny
but betwixt a rock and a hard case
I enlisted in the army
sent to Iraq to blow up the place
Now days spent dodging friendly fire
bullets flying faster than I can run
sinking deeper and deeper into the mire
crying tears from a gun
talking heads and pols incessant chatter
never really solving the issues
in the end what does it matter
crying mothers and their tissues
with their beloved in a box
still nothing is resolving
will there be convening peace talks
or just the doors to war keep revolving | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/10/2008 10:01:01 AM | The doors to war keep revolving
As amoebas grow yet not evolving
Ever questioning but never solving
The answer plain despite devolving
Matters not what people say
They come they do they hold their sway
At end of time or end of day
Intent is paved with mock display
Whether wondering near or wandering far
Where we go is where we are
A door left firmly closed or cast ajar
Will evolve revolve or leave a scar | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/10/2008 2:31:28 PM | Will evolve revolve or leave a scar
Of course. It's part of learning
Will it remain?
Will you forget? in time?
You can forget if you choose to
Learn from what never (once) was
Closing the door to the past
Open the window for a different view | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/10/2008 2:38:26 PM | Open the window for a different view
Did that at the car wash drive through
Window in the roof was slightly ajar
never noticed from inside the car
Storm of suds rained down on our head
No longer could tell her hair was red
When we arrived into the out side air
My new relationship now ended there. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/10/2008 2:45:26 PM | My new relationship now ended there.
wasn't really a loss
she'd made herself
an albatross
the temper came out
when the suds came down
as she sat stewing in his car
too mad to utter a sound | |
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