| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/12/2007 9:40:46 PM | Class begins at nine
Diligently I studied
It’s the psychology mark
Time stamped twenty four ding dongs
The answers failed to arrive
I finally heard my bed screaming for me
Who grades humour if not my mind?
With Distinction, I passed my own test
Honorably in peaceful dreams | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/12/2007 10:24:25 PM | I passed my own test
honourably in peace
full dreams indeed, like
plump late summer peaches
or the milky way
like chocolate on my tongue
and whipped cream on yours
yes, carnival, masquerade
dream time indeed.
so I know now, for sure
I’ve been tested
and I, came out awake
daytime and I wander
through deep forest trails
past bone piles and spider’s
gossamer threads.
the testing, the tasting
waits for dark of night
while movement and sound
in sun beam I find.
I hum while I wait
For the owl’s song to call
me home to the night. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/12/2007 10:46:08 PM | the owl’s song to call
me home to the night
webbings of spiderlight
truth to be told.
Behold
Peejwayahoo
babysitter,
comes out in Great Grey moorings
and the silent wings soaring
through the late afternoon
soon
the nightbirds come.
Wild grouse thrumm
the landscape and drum the earth.
and the cry of the loon, set sun to mirth
as whippoorwills flash by in the meadows mist
and insist upon your knowing.
Sawet sweep through the night sky
fairy wings in the frosted breath
of the moon, where lone wolves howl
at the base tone call of the Great Horned Owl.
Wander me lust in this kaleidoscope awakening of fall
just following the moons most sensual call. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/12/2007 11:42:33 PM | the moon's most sensual call
thin yellow light drifts over all
gently touching, moving on
caressing all it alights upon
a touch so soft you hardly feel
a longing that becomes more real
calls you to the silent night
calls to let your dreams take flight
but as shadows drift like a slow tune
you lie and listen to the moon | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2007 4:28:28 AM | You lie and listen to the moon
your voice echoes through the stars
each night you wish me a pleasant night
leaving me in guilt for you work too hard
and behind this screen I play
wishing I could hold you just once
there is no thesaurus for moon
just us one day will do? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2007 6:50:21 AM | Just us one day will do
Forever after and hitherto
Harkened here by the hasty heart
Torn asunder as part and parcel part
With time to mend the rend it's made
Lest be forlorn and hope waylaid
A wanton glance to guide the way
Amidst tussled covers to spend the day
As night descends to adorn smiling face
Within the dream find a saving grace
Till morning comes and you find it gone
Like a hand left lingering over Destiny's pawn | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2007 6:51:14 AM | just us one day will do?
like a vitamin ,a daily balance
every day ,precious when you only have a few
I am in a trance
I cannot tell what is reality
when I have burned my candle at both ends
a crime cost me my legality
and I surely must make amends
Is this real or am I spent
burned ashes at the edge of a dream
I wonder where I went
Now, only No one can hear me scream | |
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Posted: 9/13/2007 7:03:39 AM | Now, only no one can hear me scream
For someone asked for sanity
the witch and wizard were forgiven
They bring forth my mirth
for they don’t understand my smile
when THEY reply
I never knew you; were that upset
Today they call em physiologists
I’m still the fool for I pay them
and the crown still believes
my hysterical laughter in eternity | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2007 9:45:41 AM | my hysterical laughter in eternity
still crying out at the hypocrisy
of life lived under the thumbs
of the oppressing ones.
Freedom they said they would give us
If we asked the king to forgive us.
and if we agree to pay tribute
they would stop the rape and loot
we didn't even know
which ones were in control
at any point in time
the fully sublime
shiftings of power
by the day and the hour
locked in the ivory tower
and away from the peasant earth digger
they had much bigger
things to accomplish, than just a pleasant life.
And all the strife they laid upon us all
was part of the fall
from dignity.
It's a pity.
Then came the mines and the factories
warriors needed to keep the keys
to the city gates in the right hands
none of us really understands
the workings of the minds that need
so badly to succeed
that life has no meaning or worth.
Even less for planet earth.
And she's dying
and no one is trying
to revive her.
Now they want to survive her
and credit card shackles still hold the debtors prison
third world vision
is incomplete
no one can compete
in world markets controlled by the elite
we are the billion feet
of the crawling beast.
and at least
we could know why we chose it.
Just suppose it
could change.
Seems strange.
But if the feet stop running the treadmill of fear
and we all held dear
what was important, sacred, the sane
would we stop acid rain?
What if our lawns became gardens all
could we reverse Edens fall?
What if our children could eat and play
from natures sweet bounty every day?
Would cancer disappear if we stopped the spray?
and left no more poison where children play?
What if we made our own industries
in each of our communities?
What if we made windmills and power the sun
we may have just begun
a revolution
that holds a solution
for our planets peace.
I release my rage at the beastly machine
that holds destruction, Pull myself from in between
the cogs of the wheel of the corporate dream
and paint a new picture in the sky.
Of streets and towns and city planning true
ways and solutions that work for me and you
and the earth's evolution could take another turn
where we do not burn
in the hell of nuclear wastelands
It will take many hands
to undo the self fulfilling prophesies of armageddon
Get on board, this train is moving. get on
with it. We all fit in the grand plan,
the saving grace of man. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2007 10:36:59 AM | the saving grace of man
Amazing Grace the plan
ravincause that is a "Quality" piece of writing
how to beat that
lets come out fighting
strip down naked
doused in mud
that should wake up
the neighbourhood
I have a vision I would like to see
of people flying across the sea
the journey quick, fast and exciting
and dreams of revolution!
well I am spinning
a solution
I am going around
trying to locate
the perfect sound
so that I may practice
my art
hone up my skills
and learn a new part | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2007 1:32:51 PM | learn a new part
put on a new mask
bends his mouth to a smile
suited for the task
instruction books read
muscles carefully toned
fine clothes make this man
each skill finely honed
he knows what they want
and bought into "you can"
doubles his dating
this hollow man
the girl who would love him
this unconfident person
cannot see him hiding
behind the crowd-pleasing version | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2007 3:04:40 PM | Like a hand left lingering over Destiny's pawn [the patch] behind the crowd-pleasing version
some decisions to spawn unkind visions fall upon that neglected incursion
with Truth as a player
the old soothsayer strays into your dream
painting hand signs across wanton minds
within those betterment schemes
a toss of the dice
your loaded
a flip of the cards
it imploded
we watch everyday for that paper to come
leave it on the counter to chew some
a little bit numb
when recollection is done
and
patience is slightly eroded | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2007 10:09:55 PM | patience is slightly eroded
and I have been goaded
into a rant.
Ooooh I can't
stop myself.
Arrogant Children of frontal lobe disconnect
cannot feel past your intellect
thanks for saving you our water?
While you lead to the slaughter
the men and women of ancient rite
test your might
on the unfree world
logic unfurled
in doublethink mentality
erasing the totality
of existence.
Your ignorant insistence
that your way is right and smart
build another sweat shop wallmart
while the ceo's of lockheed
have a pressing need
to piss themselves.
Missile shelves
go off with streetbomb precision
and every decision
is money making for someone high
on the hog. Why
do we so blindly go along
when we know, it is so very wrong.
I cannot watch the news without being aware
and it hurts so much to care
Georgies state inundate
Come on in the waters great!
Little warm for this time 'o year
never mind, have a beer
Global warming ain't real
but these hurricanes have a nasty feel
Loose the eagle from it's tether
must be terrorist affecting the weather
whether or not there is proof
time for another spoof
give the impression
that there is no recession
and the millions of homeless are just lazy
things can get a little hazy
unless you tell us what to think
the new world order really does stink.
Ya, take our water
and use our kids for cannon fodder.
I'm done with that reality spewed
Time for this Earth to be renewed. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/13/2007 10:14:50 PM | patience is slightly eroded
when to some the truth has exploded
that what you knew as "right"
turned out to be wrong
and the very fact you are in love
makes you want to write a song
I have always loved singing
can't encourage it enough
it really helps to get you through
when things are pretty tough
I am feeling in a "Party" mood
much planning to do
about the food
don't show up unless invited
to do so would be seen
as rude
I can be much more daring
now the railings are up
and I carefully sand the stairs
then oil and annoint them
and quietly say my prayers | |
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Posted: 9/14/2007 9:51:35 PM | Time for this Earth to be renewed.and quietly say my prayers
while the Hall of Fame dusts off the balls so coveted within the stares
Fans that dream of better days while eating crap from a bag
slurping sugar water between the screams and waving flags
No time to think of all that stuff politicians and sages taunt
we need to feed the sports cast reads through discussions in a restaurant
Only when that final blow comes insulting across the neck
or through a coronary artery clog will there be a better prospect
three at plates in the still of a fastballs awe
crossing that interception with a striped segmented straw
twisting curls between slap shots
she was feigning interest while hiding hots | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/14/2007 11:14:05 PM | She was feigning interest while hiding hots
Pacing at cave’s edge
Alpha she howls but
The quarter moon wanes
reflecting pale dawning
She claws back into her heat
waiting for the rounding | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/15/2007 7:02:55 AM | waiting for the rounding
up of the cattle
the human cattle
the flesh of choice
the blood so sweet
they taste it
long before the slaughter
before the darkness
they close their eyes
and anticipate
the screaming of the lambs | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/16/2007 12:54:01 PM | the screaming of the lambs
and then the silence
dark thoughts
fears and shadows
monsters within
are worse than real
anticipation
unholy dread
imagination
grieving heart
torn by notions
empathic suffering
stick out your chin
tell yourself lambs don't know
lambs don't scream
they merely die
it's our hearts that scream
with knowing the evil of it | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/16/2007 1:01:50 PM | without knowing the evil of it
all i have becomes faceless
and all of me is nameless, suspended
i alone decide upon the choices i choose
so yes i must accept full responsibility too
yes oh yes i shall be in mourning
pulling my cloak closer and more tightly
folding into and unto myself
oh but not for obvious reasons
nor for particular persons
or even full clarity of reasons
even i recognise the simplicity
of licking my wounds
giving self time necessary to regain balance
comforted somehow in the knowing
to unto everything there is a season
murmmering and ruminating to myself
i whisper my prayers, hopes and failings
designing to look ahead past flailings
thoughts comforting and sighs
this too shall pass
as the wind dances
as water falls and cleanses
as time iteslf does
all it has ever been known to do
breathing life and death into our lives
cyclic events unto our earth and space
as we avail ourselves to the rythyms
but not necessarily the ryhmes
it is merely subjective
this thing we call time
rise again and comes the radiant sun
nightfall paints the sky anew
from deepest within
molten lava stirs from ash
blue purple red orange white silver
mercurially my soul is yet salvaged
my soul still has smoldered but
yet remains afire with possibilities | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/16/2007 1:15:54 PM | afire with possibilities
your soul dawns every day
and in every moment
and in every way
overwhelming
thoughts of being
growing, changing
with all you're seeing
thoughts electrifying
possibilities by the score
becoming yourself and shining
shining more brightly than before | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/16/2007 1:50:45 PM | shining more brightly than before
one by one returning, spirit evermore
the earth calls to her new dreamers dreaming
sleepless nights while conscious streaming
the histories of humankind
within context of brilliant mind
gathering the skeins of past and present morning
the warriors gave the warning.
awakening the dreamers
to dream.
Standing firm the warriors start
toe to to and heart to heart
standfast as the world remembers
phoenix flies within the embers
of paradise lost
in the dream.
Warriors dreamers so unite
Both are needed for the fight
that begins within each heart and soul
to reconcile the earth to whole. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/16/2007 2:03:38 PM | reconcile the earth to whole
unlock the door beyond the dreams
and each lonely tortured soul
shall go beyond what merely seems
beyond illusion of separation
hands reaching with love to hands
in support and co-operation
reconciliation across the lands | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/16/2007 7:15:42 PM | Reconciliation across the lands
Amidst fields of Amber silky strands
The Wind dances to a song all of its own
A Hill rises to the occasion standing stoically alone
Beneath the shadow of a slowly passing cloud
My heart beckons bewildered as if saying a loud
In the land of Big Sky you are finally free
So live life as the Man you were always meant to be | |
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