| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/10/2007 1:57:59 PM | it never failed to crench your thirst
Drank till you thought your belly would burst
Was your glass half empty, or was your glass half full
Too many sizes to choose from, when there is no rule
Maybe you had fifty percent more glass than you actually need
I’ll stick to drinking my beer out of cans, yes indeed | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/10/2007 2:29:44 PM | Brizo, 168, brilliant.
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I’ll stick to drinking my beer out of cans, yes indeed
Landfill sites swallow all with the need
to force oblivion upon us untill
you have drunk your fill
it never failed to crench your thirst
or quench your worst
attribute
it is all a tribute
to talents shown
ad visions flown
as prayer flags in Tibetan promises
of life everlasting.
Fasting may help
clear out the conduits of peace
Yet collective responsibility
has yet to respond
to the cries of the earth
and rebirth is not a karmic option
regardless of the meditative moments consumed
I fear we are doomed.
Warrior and dreamer must align
as planetary powers unite
it is not a fight to the finish
but a fight
against diminishing light
and the birthright
of conscious connection to the whole
igniting collective soul
to breath as one.
It has begun. | |
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Posted: 9/10/2007 3:08:17 PM | It has begun...the three hatchling's breaking out -
the talons claw the shells away
making room for the snout.
Shortly, deeply orange eyes peer through the dark dank air
wondering inquisitive to see what could be there
then drawing breath the dragon roasts the helpless hatchlings trey
then unfolding wings it flies away in search of other prey. | |
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Posted: 9/10/2007 5:27:48 PM | then unfolding wings it flies away in search of other prey.
despised that creature that of which to other slay
presumed unseen with self illusuon great
to shallow death is but that fate.
orange eyes and presence dank
shallow thought of to spirit drank!
unfolding wings fear at stake
Quivering that bird flight doth take! | |
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Posted: 9/10/2007 5:33:23 PM | Quivering that bird flight doth take
Mystical creature of the lake
Random tales they still abound
With very little but a windswept sound
Up to heavens curls of grace
Away i go ... can you hold my place? | |
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Posted: 9/10/2007 5:52:11 PM | Away i go...can you hold my place
'Tis not considerd that a race
Depth of flight perspective soar
To see the grandour beauty explore!
The spreading of such wonderous wings
Not confused with evil things!
Unfurled wings to heaven's grace
Can no one hold You to such place! | |
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Posted: 9/10/2007 6:55:09 PM | Can no one hold You to such place
and tame your wildness and grace
somberness replace your smile
trained artifice your lack of guile
may you always seize your joy
reject the need to play it coy
illuminate with your own light
and leave behind the bored and trite
I love you best for who you are
you're like a bright and shining star
and if I could I'd shelter you
from compromising yourself too | |
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Posted: 9/10/2007 7:30:54 PM | From compromising yourself too
your heart may be ...forever blue
Insist you have a voice and then....
demand it time...to be again.
Life is something of a pain
it lives it shreds....it comes again
We all have heart...we all have soul
To know of both....is my ultimate goal. | |
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Posted: 9/10/2007 10:19:02 PM | to know of both....is my ultimate goal
to know I got love and I know I got soul
my love is richer than the purest of gold
at least thats what they say, thats what I been told | |
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Posted: 9/10/2007 11:36:18 PM | At least that's what they say,
That's what I've been told
These things won't matter to you
When you're very old
You won't care about the Bling
Or the brand new fancy car
You'll care that you travelled togeher
Though lifes road was sometimes hard
You won't care about the waist line
The hairline, boobs , or hips
You'll only care about the heart
when you kiss eachothers lips
You'll care about the lifetime
spent hands on the front porch
And know that your dear one
still carries, for you, a torch
The silly little things in life
Like who was right or wrong
Will fade into forgetfullness
When, still, you hear "our song"
At least thats what they say
That's what I've been told
These things are the things that matter
When you're very old | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 2:37:21 AM | When you're very old
You begin to detest all the clichés
If only aged 44
I still had the body of a 24 year old
Should I still be alive at 64
Will anyone remind me to look in the mirror?
Now at 84 I shudder
Rocking chairs have arrived with a remote
All this new technology vexing me
No wonder we expire before 104 | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 7:51:00 AM | All this new technology vexing me
No wonder we expire before 104
I can imagine the brave new souls
saying exactly this
we have created ourselves out of
the ability to figure things out
without the remote
that ends up buried in the chair
along with a lifetime of waste. | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 8:16:06 AM | buried in the chair
along with a lifetime of waste
living in denial,
the truth never faced
believing CNN
and the lies told there
always the critic
from the armchair
shouting at football
shouting at life
you watched from the armchair
your walking out wife.
numbed with the beer cans
blame is the way
you kept you self smugly
from having to pay
no one to love you
a house not a home
your bitterness deepens
as you die alone. | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 9:22:37 AM | as you die alone
you think as your being judged
what could I have done differently
to make me a much better one
why isnt GOD happy with me
what did I say, what did I do?
"should I have followed the BIBLE
and GOD says I tried warning you
now you are in eternal flame
burning just never ever ends
maybe we need to think of all we say and do
cause one day it will be the beginning our own ends | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 10:06:21 AM | cause one day it will be the beginning our own ends
I’ve followed my version of the bible on the internet
Spent more time in penance
Never questioning my God now
I hear His voice
Echoing my soul
Paying my dues I have no regret
Pitying you for your sad attempt
You left me no regret
Still loving you for the hope | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 12:18:42 PM | Still loving you for the hope
as it springs eternal
from the nail bed of your wounded heart.
Who will part
the heavens for thee
as Moses parted the Sea?
Suffer.
Suffer little children.
Be meek, be poor,
endure
another round
of Karmic delight
as the light
remains hidden
under a bushel of fear
and we are left here
living the fall out
scurrying about
in the destruction of our leaving.
We have all been deceiving
the holy ghost
and at the very most
we can try to be kind
but the human mind
is so disconnected from heart
that we do not know where to start
to heal.
We can only feel
as deep as our pain has allowed us
It runneth over, our cup.
They nailed you up
and left you there to bleed
their greed
for suffering, licking lips at the sight of pain
and once again
they're howling for blood and bone.
War alone
shows us, I suppose.
Not enough the rows on rows
where desert grows
crosses born
to die in scorn.
We all die.
Heads severed and hung to dry
just trying to please
bodies blowing in the breeze
strange fruit indeed.
Yet you still bleed
from every church wall and cemetery
yet your cross is very
very old.
I've been told
your Mother died
For one whole year she cried
at the agony of betrayals cost
as all was lost
of that bright dream.
It sure doesn't seem
any better to me.
Jealousy
and greed
precede.
I know we have to change
and rearrange
our thinking.
We've made a stinking
mess of the wisdom taught.
We got caught
in thinking, that life is so tough
we could never be enough.
You told us, these things we could do and more
we just don't believe you anymore. | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 12:53:08 PM | we just don't believe you any more
and wonder what you deny it for
we can see the pain behind your smile
the weariness of mile on mile
of year on year and tear on tear
do you think our hearts can't hear
do you think our hearts don't bleed
to reach out, to help you is our need
we know you don't need us
that you don't want sympathy or fuss
don't want to have to stop and feel
to let grief be spoken and made real
we know, we know -- but don't know what to do
so we nod at all the lies from you
we don't believe you any more
but we let you close the door | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 1:00:15 PM | but we let you close the door
And i let you walk away
For the pain you see is more then
One can bare
It doesn't matter how much you care
For this cup no one dare
In silent reverence I wait
For One day No need will be shared
One we both don't wear
I'll keep telling you its ok
And you will keep telling me good day | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 2:53:47 PM | And you will keep telling me good day
Good Day ..Gud-day ”G-Day” I say it “ Gidday”
That sounds more like the Aussie way
Hmmmm...do most Aussie's have that kind of southern accent?
Have you been to the Gold Coast? The Alice? Or tiny ol' Tassie?
Always wanted to travel to meet a "Sheila" a fine Aussie lassie
Good enough plan for a guy who’s never been south of Tallahassee | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 3:09:33 PM | Good enough plan for a guy who’s never been south of Tallahassee
and all heritages say been overseas…caught the wind
into the spirit of Tasmania you know?
those winds safely sail me
for I don’t have to travel his ship
am in the biggest strouvle
where is the stern from the bow
somome..hell I still manage to pour myself another drink | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 6:34:15 PM | somome..hell I still manage to pour myself another drink
how can I proceed to follow
the Tasmanian devil
I would sooner lock myself away
in a tower than drink until I am numb
I would sooner feel and be alive
or regress and start sucking my thumb
I'm not fond of rhyme
but understand it for its own expression
not fond of drinking
unless it is pure and untainted. | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 7:04:16 PM | ( ^^ nice one autumn. Look everyone vvvv I managed not to rhyme..lol. doesnt happen often. Just a note.. this is no reflection on a persons choice of religion, it's just where autumn's last line moved me *been reading a lot of the bible lately*, so please.. no one look for hidden messages.. there are none.)
unless it is pure and untainted
let thy hand not cast the first stone
bare upon yourself, the burdens of your sin
or allow me into your heart
that you may live
forever
with the father of all heaven and earth
in the pureness of my blood
Amazing grace indeed
a gift of everlasting life and love
to give yourself so another may live
what more can one do to show their love?
fact or fiction?
let your heart decide | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 7:51:24 PM | fact or fiction?
let your heart decide
beliefs are subjective
but I always go with intuition
on most things in life
the underlying currents
that land you upside down at times
we crave for smooth sailing, peace
and security
but the world won’t let us rely on just that alone
the one prayer that always worked for me
is please give me strength
to carry me over the rough times
know that good things always come back
and change is slow
it takes its time
believe in yourself. | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 9:16:10 PM | believe in yourself.
You are enough.
When the going gets tough
and life plays rough,
know it, you are enough.
Things can spiral down real fast
and you gotta remember that nothing can last
forever.
Never give in to the doubt
it is all about
the way you hold your truth firm
and you learn to turn
the sinking into thinking
for yourself, make aware
play fair and do not compare
yourself to any other place but now
here, that's how.
Take it from now and see where you can spin
your future by shifting within
and changing life patterns deep
and keep your head above it all
do not fall in line
Believe in yourself, you'll be fine. | |
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Posted: 9/11/2007 10:19:55 PM | believe in yourself, you'll be fine
repeat again the simple line
"it'll be fine, it'll be fine"
class begins at nine | |
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