| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/6/2008 7:06:07 PM | to live without a doubt...
Happy enough to shout
Not spinning your wheels
Having fun, day in day out
Take your time, mosey along
Or running hard with the herd
take time now for yourself
follow your heart, undeterred | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/6/2008 9:08:22 PM | follow your heart, undeterred
i'm learning to do that now..
the freedom of self is such an allure
yet, i'm not quite sure how..
oh...but life is much better than it was
even though i am still me
and the reason, i think is because
i have begun to see... ~*~ | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/6/2008 9:53:10 PM | i have begun to see... ~*~
truth is never easy sometimes
it hurts like hell
the ride...is a sideways skidding in
friendships cultivated along
laughter breaking up the pain
trivial things washed away
keeps me smiling back for more
(hey gang! miss yas!!! ) | |
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Posted: 5/6/2008 11:13:57 PM | keeps me smiling
back for more of the mysteries
that life beholds
back for more of the yet unknown
while the known
sits gently in my memories
resting there
among the debris of yesterdays
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Posted: 5/6/2008 11:43:52 PM | Among the debris of yesterdays
Lie the remnants of life’s final decay
Lost in the illusion of time’s essence
Becomes the being of the present
Lost shadows cloud the mind
Lost looking for something to find
To hold on and to grasp
On to something but not the past
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Posted: 5/6/2008 11:57:22 PM | Onto something
But not the past
Hard to grasp a shadow
A ghostly whisper
Of what was once
But now merely vapor
...in the vaccuum
......they call time
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/7/2008 5:44:56 AM | in the vacuum they call time
an echoing silence
from all the lost yesterdays
pulsates into the tomorrows
we will never see
vortexed into todays
we have to learn to love | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/7/2008 6:14:09 AM | we have to learn to love
undo the tangled mass of consciousness
that thwarts our inner knowing.
We have to learn to love
Push aside the fear and doubt
that cloud the care from showing.
We have to learn to love
we were not born so closed to faith
built damns cease joy from flowing
we have to learn to love
choose the path that opens us
and know our hearts are growing
We have to learn to love
all other ways have proven wrong
the love path's where we're going.
We have to learn to love
find within the joy of self
and leave our love light glowing. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/7/2008 8:22:47 AM | and leave
our love light glowing
for the coyotes
that have moved into the hills of laid down
wet grass
shining
polished to bone
ash deep
as removed as the bulrushes that explored the sky
of meer ponds
mirror-deep in dog-eyed sleep
they eat
their meals
in revered solitude
away from the table
forks and knives
and cultivated
chives
I can hear them
remotely
--removed
from civilizations
push
a family of bristle-haired lovers
eating fresh chicken
snuck
away to gather
privately
to commune
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Posted: 5/7/2008 11:58:03 AM | to commune
like the distant roll of thunder
I roll down from the dark mountain
My azure blues encompass all around
I speak with the voice of the howling wind
I am united in oneness with all the elements
earth,sky water,and fire
I am immune to time and place
I am at peace | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/7/2008 12:17:32 PM | ^^ nice one fission
I am at peace within the oneness of simply being
A macrocosm in the sights of the microcosm
A microcosm within the greater universe
The universe itself a microcosm
Of the greater nothingness
That simply 'is'
Step outside of ego for a while
Put id outside for a rest
Be still
Be so still and quiet that
Not even your own breath
Has any great significance
Feel your senses come alive...
Be one with the wind
Listen to her song
Breathe in each bird call
The ticking of the quietest clock becomes a booming drum
Turn it off
(But remember the intrusion)
Sink further into the stillness
Stare wide eyed at the flame
Unseeing
That you might see whats really there
Drift upon the waters
Feel each ripple's flow
...and speak to the stars
Then soar on the winds of time that ever were
And ever will...
Just...be
Can you see now?
Can you see how small we really are?
And the all the rest
Is just an illusion
A sensory intrusion
The daring plot of
A ticking clock
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/7/2008 12:44:34 PM | Good Afternoon errbody!....wow Salty....that write.....most awesome...
ready or not
lickity split
gotta hurry and get outta here
so I can go and sit
like Salty said
gotta get outta my head
and breath....
hard to do with the smog and cars and people and bars
and concrete and hookers
saw a crackhead down the road at the store...so I shook her
and screamed in her face
GET OUTTA THIS PLACE!!!
GO FIND YOUR SOUL GIRL!!!
....there's not enough rivers and streams in this concrete world....
do you know where you come from?
.........ever been there?
...................do you care?
.....................can you FEEL that much?
................................or have you lost touch? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/7/2008 2:15:12 PM | or have you lost touch
angels talkin' babies coming
out of your head boy
praise be
there's a song
time frame Vietnam
starts off with helicopters
gotta find the name of it for best friend | |
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Posted: 5/7/2008 2:55:14 PM | √ For my best friend
Happened too soon
Doc sadly said ,
"He's close to the end"
Hard to believe
I'm losing
My buddy,
My closest,
High school friend. | |
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Posted: 5/7/2008 3:06:27 PM | high school friends
creative souls in another country
on opposite sides of the world
framed timeless in my memories
looking at those old pictures
you and me in the 80’s
the black clothes and asymmetric haircuts
cracks me up when I look back | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/7/2008 3:49:29 PM | eyeguy...bless your heart babe...sorry to hear that
and tropical...lovin the new pic girl....
cracks me up when I look back
over my shoulder
at the kids out there
bout to run each other over
was the screamin' that got my attention first
if tha boogie man had got 'em
man...that woulda been the worst
come to find out there's a monster livin on my patio
in the little room with the meters..
and this whole time I didn't know
till about 10 kids were screamin at my door
I bout fell out and hit the floor....
(true story...just happened bout 30 mins. ago..windows open to hear the birds....but the kids on the sidewalk are much more amusing!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/7/2008 5:49:07 PM | The Floor
Subject I am acquainted with
Let me tell you it's a bore
For shore
Lost my inspiration there
Once
"When I saw"
The door
Straight ahead of me
(Best door I opened)
I believe
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/7/2008 9:16:04 PM | Oops I did this out of order and doing it anyways... why? Cause I can :) Hello my friends.....woooooohoooooooo
[Death will lay the table]
I believe ....Death will lay the table
It laid next to me in bed
My mother told me a European fable
Fangs sprang from my grandmother's head
Swirling ceilings and colors in mosaic
Drugs seeping into my system in rhythmic code
This hospital down is downright archaic
My child slid out in bloodied precision mode | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/7/2008 9:22:03 PM | my child slid out in bloodied precision mode
my heart did too
thought I didn't have one left for years
turns out it was in my shoes
so I ran barefoot for days
in a drug-induced haze
then remembered I was missing something
fealt my chest
no heart there pumping
just me and death
dressed up in our best | |
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Posted: 5/7/2008 9:54:32 PM | just me and death
dressed up in our best
waiting for the old reaper grim
he caught my eye
and i just sighed
then asked for a bottle of gin | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/7/2008 10:14:24 PM | then asked for a bottle of gin
to help drown the war within
but with the gin the sounds became louder
and the flood gets opened
the chick in the mirror - I begin to doubt her
and that's all I needed
for the flood to wipe the thoughts away
the ones evading my happiness
and stopping my play
armed with shields...and armor thick
the feelings, gin, and thoughts
ALL make me sick
(sorry....not drunk....just one of those dayz) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/8/2008 12:34:45 AM | ((( Meant to be 100% humorous, put a smile on my girls faces ... remember the good times, fight back if you have to )))
ALL make me sick
You, with the roving d*ck
can't keep it inside those pants can you?
WTF? You gonna give it up
to every b*tch that walks the planet earth?
THAT d*ck belongs to me
and don't you forget it
I'll cut the damn thing off
Then how are you gonna pee?
Yeah, I'm thinking
You don't wanna f*ck with me!
((( I hope that got some smiles for ya girls, have an empowered day!))) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/8/2008 5:20:20 AM | (whoa girl, don't want to mess with you!!!....i-guy, i'll pond mail you...take care there)
you don't want to fvck with me..
and i don't want to fvck with you..
just want to let it be
and in my heart be true...
drama is no longer
a game i wanna play
the love that i hunger
is the only way
to love myself..and respect my very being
am so thankful now that i'm truly seeing..
if you want to fvck with me
i don't want to fvck with you
baby, i'll just let you fly....
please don't cry...
just walk on by. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/8/2008 5:35:32 AM | baby,i'll just let you fly...please just walk on by
those little things you do
the rain drops dance and the butterfly
make me comprehend those things about you
what is it about you that I fear
that you are growing up too fast
you seem my little dear
but time goes by so fast
that little girl is all grown up | |
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