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Posted: 4/10/2008 4:49:17 PM | too mad to utter a sound
decided instead to buy all a round
cuz I want my feet on the ground
and for you to know what i had found
But I wont cuz its just me
for all i want is for you to see
you can eat muffins covered in brie
you can choose to live and be free | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/10/2008 9:54:29 PM | you can choose to live and be free
taking off the masks one at a time
to let the inner spirit soar
waves crashing inside your head
eyes delving deeper and deeper inside
to find the person who you were
without the years of searching
or the ramifications
that chose themselves
light the candle in your darkness
close your eyes
and hear the inner voices of the earth
cradling in the womb or your birth | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/10/2008 10:18:56 PM | Cradling in the womb or your birth
Kicked n’ kicked for all I was worth
Nine months stuck here in solitaire
I wanted to get out, to somewhere
Travel the world free or for pay
Continue to do it most every day
Spend nine month in a single spot
I’m moving right on, ready or not | |
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Posted: 4/10/2008 10:52:55 PM | i'm moving right on, ready or not
to this world my parents had brought
their warmth and care will never leave
to this assertion i truly believe
oh, the world is such a wild place
i sit here quietly staring in space
confused of what is all around
what is not lost is always found | |
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Posted: 4/10/2008 11:20:14 PM | What is not lost is always found
It fell to the floor without a sound
Rolled in to a corner and laid down
Collecting dust not making a sound
For days it was missing and not missed
Weeks it was hidden, crossed off the list
And nobody pouted and nobody hissed
It wasn't important enough to get pissed | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/11/2008 12:05:25 AM | It wasn't important enough to get pissed
But I did anywayz
Swung....grazed her face...almost missed
but the second try landed with oh, such precision
fight or flight? she had no time for decision...
landing square on her jaw
Was that stars that she saw
Or pieces of teeth as they flew through the air
You can have the man b*tch
but that's my bed you're in there
And on the nightstand that picture....of he and I....
Did you realize the wrath that would follow my eyes?
So you've made your bed
too bad it was mine
but you're still lying in it
a few stitches...and you'll be fine
although, my hand it is broken
aching in my bones bitter token
of a heart that was too
'cause it didn't have a clue
(okay....so maybe it WAS important enough to get pissed :P) | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 1910 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/11/2008 2:15:22 AM | 'cause it didn't have a clue
it was important to get pissed
like the virgin feeling blue
as her pussy wasn't kissed
and the schoolgirl; name of Sue
whose latest period was missed
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/11/2008 2:24:49 AM | 'cause it didn't
have a clue
regarding the taste
of you,
the touch of you
skin soft under palm
scent lingers,
musky fingers,
it didn't know itself
at all.
now it beats
eternally
now I listen. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/11/2008 8:06:58 AM | Now I listen!
Only hearing one beat
Together seductively
stroking firm
climaxing to a summer storm
warm and wet
whole and pure
Watching the sunrise
Together on this shore... | |
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Posted: 4/11/2008 11:01:24 AM | Together on this shore...
Sweeping the sands
with this new-fangled
pricey Mineral detector
I seek my fortune
of jewels and gold
Sure hope I find it
Before I get too old. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/11/2008 2:16:06 PM | (had to come in here.. i am too old )
Sure hope I find it
Before I get too old
what the hell happen, suddenly all seems to fit
gotta wear grampa sweaters, cuz it's too dam cold | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/11/2008 2:44:18 PM | Gotta wear grandpa sweaters, cuz it's too damn cold
fake it till you make it, or untill you break the mold
age and beauty are the things that we all see the most
both of which are on your side, but you don't like to boast
the sun goes up and then goes down, never failing to bring light
so why can't I roll out of bed without some kind of fight.
stupid alarm clock - always ruining a good dream
and shakspear once said
"all that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream" | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/11/2008 4:33:30 PM | "all that we see or seem,
is but a dream within a dream"
Damn, I hate it when I sleep
and start into the confusion
of those double feature dreams
Can't remember if I'm the hero,
or the sought after shifty villan
trying to escape by any means
I lie here shaking and chillin' | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/11/2008 6:38:07 PM | I lie here shaking and chillin'
is it the ague?
some dark villian
the buebonic plague?
I truth here one must believe
that verse and meter
doth relieve
the vile tempered and may be a detour
to the message if we only can hear the language of nature | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 1918 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/11/2008 6:54:35 PM | to the message if we only can hear the language of nature
to know in ourselves even this equals failure
that shivering fear in the flight of a dove
falcon in swoop; red drops from above
roar of the cataract surging in flood
waters now tainted in innocent blood
scream of the puma late in the night
bambi is dead lets feed in delight
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Posted: 4/11/2008 9:11:27 PM | Hot grill tonight
who's got the beer
someone grab the weinies
i've got the spear!
should we crock
should we grill
the homeade ice cream is ready
bring on the chill! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/11/2008 9:11:35 PM | Hot grill tonight
who's got the beer
someone grab the weinies
i've got the spear!
should we crock
should we grill
the homeade ice cream is ready
bring on the chill! | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 1923 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/11/2008 9:35:21 PM | bring on the chill!
and if you will
do not spill
upon your frill
saucy remains of bambi
we will swill
our beer at will
as yet until
our bellies fill
will delicious bambi
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/11/2008 9:58:24 PM | will delicious bambi
pole dance her way to fame
If she gets in trouble
with the Sherriff
Who will she blame | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/11/2008 10:03:00 PM | Who will she blame
when she's done with the game
of hiden'seek with her lover?
It may sound strange
but if it's all the same
I'ld rather play tag with her mother! | |
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