| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/14/2008 1:28:10 PM | try to replace all that she wore
after the accident down by the shore
the lights and sirens shout out for more
while spectators watch and tally the score
its hard when the stores are far away or closed
her shoes floated away as sand destroyed her hose
I'm cleaning the muscles out of her nose
as others pick algea off of her toes
its a tradgedy you will see on the air
with glistening video of kids crying there
friends and neighbours imply they care
though making remarks about her bleached hair | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 1:39:04 PM | though making remarks about her bleached hair
"with all due respect" to this body lying there
For all had heard about that girl ....and her wild wayz
find justification for mistreatment:
seems to be the latest craze
further mistreatment after what's been done is enough
beginning
middle
end
this life sure is tough | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/14/2008 2:58:45 PM | this life sure is tough
she said cloth in hand
swiping down the bar
preparing for the next fan
there's days that spirits flow free
there's nights when the people order tea
man, the stories that could be written
by a girl like me | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 3:59:01 PM | The stories that could be written
by a girl like me:
Go on JuJuBee
show us some of the smartly words
Stories are always best told
by the One's who have and continue to live
and grow
That is you a bloom... | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 4:56:52 PM | (I heart Hammy)
That is you a bloom...
Shining in the April moon
Laughter bubbling
Troubles all gone
Take the chance when you can
Our Hammy might've met the perfect man
I wouldn't trade a thing
but for a man in Washington
(ps for Hams---can't tell all, girls gotta have some secrets)
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Posted: 4/14/2008 6:07:10 PM | but for a man in Washington
the road not traveled
a heart unraveled
sometimes,
I can still smell pines
taste ocean tang
I close my eyes
and Seabeck
beckons | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 7:22:17 PM | Seabeck beckons
the jockey reckons
Whips the tail
Close to the rail
Please don't throw a shoe
Dreams about to come true
Doing the photo poses
Running hard for the roses | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 8:06:22 PM | Running hard for the roses
Despite the tangle of thorns
Torn asunder by both wonder and doubt
Not any more in than you're any more out
Find a turn
Feel the burn
Adrenaline stoked like bonfires
Another false ending
No sense in pretending
Amazed in a maze full of liars
Running hard for the roses
Despite the tangle of thorns
Wear your heart on your sleeve as you pout
Not any more in than you're likely left out
Amazed in a maze full of liars | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 8:32:48 PM | Amazed in a maze full of liars
thorns...liars...
one & the same
that's why i asked
does everyone play games?
I am not one to play
with other's affections
if destiny decrees me
to a life of alone
i'd bypass all the players
being comfortable
with no throne
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Posted: 4/14/2008 8:44:20 PM | With no throne
I sit
but I gotta Burger King crown
even if I eat my whopper alone
I won't wear a frown
because whopper's are good
and so is life
my happiness isn't centered upon being a wife
(although..it would be nice ) | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 8:49:32 PM | My happiness isn’t centered on being a wife
But mistress to the hand of life
Being comfortable with no throne
The words of Whitman stand alone
Write from your heart and truly be
The “I” inside you cannot see
That immeasurable sequence of desires
Holding trust inside the fires
Deliverance from need or empty want
The golden chalice divisible fount
Drink not from greed but hold on tight
To intuition the mother’s holy light | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 9:40:59 PM | To intuition, the mother's holy light,
I attribute the call I received one night
When so far away I fealt, and oh, so alone
My mother decided to pick up the phone
To remind me I'm made up of stuff similar to concrete
and that the things you search for, once found, aren't always so "neat"
and true friends, that care about your well-being.... well, they're few
"Heads up girl, this is the real world, ..and at 53, I can count only two" | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1963 | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 9:50:56 PM | 
Heads up girl, this is the real world, .. and at 53 , I can only count two
In this lifetime you will meet many freinds
many will leave you speechless
some will leave you in sorrow!
Once in a lifetime my friend...you will find one
Then when you are 53 or less you will look around
and cry!
Counting good friends on the fingers then...
only a good moment to swear!
Friends...Good ones are few and far between...
you will count them on one hand!
These are the ones you always keep!
Freindships forever...when things get deep!
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Posted: 4/14/2008 9:58:37 PM | "Heads up girl, this is the real world, ..and at 53, I can count only two"
friends come in different boxes to be delivered at a time in your life
that you really need them to appear
each has a different potion of varying degree
the true friends light up the vial in colours
that are beyond counting
when the glass is half empty
they fill it for you without asking anything in return
(sorry a little late) | |
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Posted: 4/14/2008 10:26:35 PM | Friendships forever, when things get deep
They fill it for you without asking anything in return
When of the void you haven't spoken....
they just know.....'cause they watched and learned... | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1966 | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 1:06:07 AM | Amen...sistah...
Let not heart blista'
Depths o' season
With reason
All come to pass.
Friendships endure
Comforted cure
Strengthened
Lengthened
Life.
Amen..brethren..
And 'sistern' too
Water gathered
Swimming
Comfort
Life. | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 7:16:39 AM | LIFE!!
Oh the possibilities
Living and breathing each day
as if tomorrow shall never come
dream if you will of the forever garden
where always you'll find a new bloom
consumed by its beauty can be found
looking towards the future that can be
not meant just for the lucky or faint of heart
but, for all
Dreams can come true
If you dream them too... | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 12:46:55 PM | If you dream them too then dance
inside your head across the sands
dance in the foamy sea and sing
silently with your heart aflame
a million things in one day
touch your heart if not your mind
think of friends far away
feel them near and dancing too
love breaking over you in waves
sunlight haloing on hair
the world is full of suffering
but for one moment dance with joy | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 1:03:06 PM | But for a moment dance with joy
Don't forget to dance with them all
Friends from a far all are dear
Let me help you dance till we tear
Lets feel what its like to fall on the floor
Laugh and cry till we can't know more
A new day will come and We'll dance a little more | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 1:51:36 PM | But first we gotta clean up our earth's latest war
uneasy
i am
Democracy spread before WE even know how
I'm waiting to see what becomes of us now
silence is golden...
but what is it holdin? | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 3:45:04 PM | they just know.....'cause they watched and learned but what is it holdin?
what do they yearn
a patchwork of words
some complimentary
some constructive criticism
some just empty
some that make em want to dance
like nobody's watching
like the music was for them
like its the end of work
like it will never end | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 4:23:31 PM | Like it will never end...
this ever-changing light that shines...
I may dance to a different tune...
But I can assure it's all mine...
A long time ago I learned
that living for others proved to be quite tiring
Those that try to shoot me down, while I dance around,
will miss and keep on firing
Anger has no home here
although on rare occasion it stays for lunch
I've fought enough fights, been read my rights
and recieved one too many a punch
Someday this life will be over
and the half that I didn't control sopped up pain...
So until the lights shut out, in the heart and this soul..
I'll hang around here and try to act sane..(kinda)
Judgement to be placed on 27 years,
is critical, usually, I find...
but upon dropping all charms, and meaning no harm...
there's no mirrors and smoke to my kind...
I mean what I say when I say it
I live alone, and have for nearly 10 years...
You tell me what causes a woman to do such...
Go ahead, please, dress my fears....
My shoes, I'd let you wear them...
If I could find them, i think they are lost
But I'll gladly run barefoot in sand or in grass
if merely losing my shoes is the cost
Or losing the good graces of others
because that too can prove to be of no worth
It's just God and me
Living in this brand new city
and all that's certain is a death and a birth.
"Do I contradict myself?Very well then I contradict myself,(I am large, I contain multitudes.)-Walt Whitman-" | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 9:07:51 PM | all that's certain is a death and a birth
of breath fresh mint lipped
tongue and cheek whipped
mellow
mozy to the rosie rows
sniff and cry
and come to life in the midst of strife
after strife thorn to thorn or petal
to petal sometimes shifting
gears and petal
to metal art cart wheels and passes
summers
sometimes partys and sometimes bummers
doesn't matter much when your bodys sayin
waky wakie my lil flakey
move with the flow
create your own show
so
slow lil slow down time arrives
starts finding
opportunity as usual , with hopes
that this one flys | |
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