| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/8/2008 6:39:18 AM | that little girl is all grown up
but deep inside she breaks
she presents her self oh so well
but really she just aches
sometime the pain is so intense
she just wants to hide
but puts the smile on her face
and goes along for the ride
wonder if that little girl
will ever let me be
but then again that little girl
is really just...me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/8/2008 6:45:33 AM | daaaayuuuumm.....lmao....nice one Lucky....lol....and g'mornin Rose!...hope so far the day is good to you!
just walk on by
and keep on walkin
I'll watch you dissappear
on the horizon
think of only the good things
and feel regret
when of the harsh realities
I should never forget | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/8/2008 6:59:01 AM | I should never forget
but I do....
I should remember, I once knew
that whole poem by heart, it's true
now the memory banks are few
and overdrawn too.
I should never forget,
it's making me blue
birthdays and meetings, oh poo!
I need a blackberry oh yes I do
Or I'll never get all this work through
and I can't remember the password I knew
files unaccessible, and I have no clue
I should never forget...
did not make it to that last rendezvous
nothing I can do to un-do
I just plumb forgot that meeting with you
I think it's a menopausal mid life issue | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/8/2008 7:11:34 AM | It's really just...ME!!
I should never forget
That menopause, happens to All Women and Some Men....lol
and to look once I've posted
that I didn't miss anyone!!
Slip'n in their Part of them
or
Is it just really...ME!!
Using the "Edit Post" key?...lol
Ah, Hell, now I gotta pee
and change this pad of mine...
Yup, I can be gross at times!!
 
("Bloody Mary" anyone...... ) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/8/2008 1:40:33 PM | Bloody Mary" anyone?
Gonna need some sustenance to get us through this one.
Vodka will do it,
Step dancing Russians , can't just soft shoe it
not this time.
Not so sublime
No wishful thinking
this one's really stinking
and showing it's horns
thorns
rubbed in-sides again.
No, we'll defend our domain
this time.
Have a drink with me and lets tally our fates
while Jim there mental masturbates
How do you turn the other cheek on this one?
He'll ponder that till he's done
then agree
this is a repeat of history
and the bad guys will not learn
No, no cheeks left to turn
c'mon Jimmy boy, not ours to forgive
nor live and let live
Not when souls are at stake
you cannot make
someone good.
Is that finally understood?
It's a choice through and through
the Creator knows what to do
so lets just back off and ride this one out
it is all about
Love.
And sometimes, the most loving thing we can do
is stand strong and see it through
holding space for goodness this day
till all else dissipates and just blows away
wheat and chaff
not sword, but staff
let all choose their own story
and try not to feel sorry. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/8/2008 2:25:18 PM | and try not to feel sorry
for the pain they inspired
they were in a hurry
and they were also so very tired
fighting for the lost cause
dying for what someone else believed
never taking a restful pause
even tho they'd been decieved
eventually they got what they came for
a bullet or a bomb
the battle won but not the war | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/8/2008 2:39:56 PM | the battle won but not the war
what is it good for
absolutely nothing...
say it again
wish i may i wish i might
find us alive by starlight
Dear Lord please watch over the ones in green
keep them safe for us in the inbetween
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/8/2008 4:18:42 PM | Keep them safe for us in the inbetween
There is no pergatory, hell's on earth it seems
No matter your color, gender or age isn't seen
Blood splurts the same tint in muddled reams
No one is crying gas prices are the true war
Diversion is a plus for the greedy
If you believed people die for the price of a car?
You can't of the heart that is needy
Your mind is fed lies every day
Navy, army, the guard is in the mail
Yet headlines espout love is the way
Do you mind missing those who left with the green beret? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/8/2008 6:17:41 PM | do you mind missing those
who left with the green beret
and so the story goes and goes
to this very day...
yes the war is so unjust
wasting lives and money on the rich
someday it all must stop
those lousy sonsuvab!tch... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/8/2008 10:51:21 PM | those lousy sonsuvab!tch...
mouthbreathers the lot
fill their tanks w/ money
and see what they got?
bank accounts that grow
everyday
no cost to them the lives lost
money to burn
karma to pay | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/8/2008 11:38:47 PM | karma to pay
for you're in debt
and guilt is despoiling your kidneys
For the love meant to whom it is oweing
Ask the Power above for forgiveness of self and the power
of loves excelling way | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/9/2008 7:25:50 AM | of loves excelling way
I am a witness
though I ran from feelings
I did so for fitness
I cannot escape
the one who gives me light
though dark were my intentions
she still shone through bright | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/9/2008 11:05:01 AM | she still shone through bright
because the antithesis was ebon
and in the reflected moonlight
I could tell she was gone
just a comic book heroine
but to me she seemed so real
no one knows how my heroine
really made me feel | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 2240 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/9/2008 12:36:48 PM | The thought of you
ignites fire
wild full of desire
thus the flame
dies
I open my eyes
reply
no answer
I look to the sky
I still dance | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/9/2008 12:48:17 PM | I still dance
though the music has faded
into obscurity you remain
hopeless, jaded
discernment was needed
yet my words came so quick
thought was not of essence
your song I did not pick | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/9/2008 1:23:59 PM | your song I did not pick
for the beat is too thick
the rhythms just echo and shake
like something was over baked
now the dance you do on the stage
will never become the very next rage
its more like your stomping out a fire
or being strangled by the mic. wire
your image is so much like a bum
with bling from the dime store on your thumb
some jaded ideas dripping all around
as you stumble and squirm to make raw sound
I heard you spent some time in the can
sucking up to thugs and the man
on your knees with and open mouth
while taking the microphone way down south
Still I won't ever hold that against you
yet a real job might be good for you too
leave that crew of low down scum
play some ball and have some fun | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/9/2008 3:04:48 PM | play some ball and have some fun
I lost my ball
may I borrow yours
I just want to throw it up against
this brick wall for a bit
you can stay and talk if you'd like
you don't have to
if you have something else to do
I'll bring your ball
back home to you
give me an address
I just need it for awhile. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/9/2008 8:24:09 PM | I just need it for awhile.
I really want some right now
can't stop thinking about it
My palms getting sweaty
My tongue is stuck to
the roof of my mouth
lips are stuck to my teeth
Getting hard to breathe
Then her mother called
and she turned an ear
to hear her mother say
"Didn't I tell you...
Don't play with........
Was now or never
My chance to grab
her sticky lolly pop
and quickly run away | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/9/2008 8:31:28 PM | and quickly run away
to another lonely night
lighthouse in sight
shining it's eye of light
unspoken warnings given
to ships way out at sea
danger below the surface
waters not safe as they seem
could get cut to pieces
if you go too deep
sail away to deeper waters
find the path that's tried and true
that will be the path for you. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/10/2008 12:49:16 AM | that will be the path for you...
or perhaps the path for me...
the one less traveled...
off the beaten path
is where i want to be
not manicured
nor orderly is where i
want to roam
but overgrown
with weeds and such..
is where i want to call home | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/10/2008 7:29:24 AM | Weeds and such, is where I want to call home
freely to vine out and grow
perhaps intruding
even when told??!!
I still have breath and growth
to come
what may
in everyday!!
Pull me up if you wish
poison the soil I live
I WILL STILL GROW
maybe not here
but there
somewhere
That is the specialest part of being a weed
don't ya know?!!....lol
Roots and seeds
spreading and seeping
without cultivation
That's why I leave my dandelion's alone
Yellow blossoming to GOLD!! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/10/2008 7:57:05 AM | Yellow blossoming to GOLD
both can leave you oh so cold
afraid of the word or ravinous for wealth
wanding to bomb so needing stealth
like some Pentagonal goof
attcking them without the proof
justified by greed and stupidity
lusting for black gold with its liquidity
good thing soon that bush will burn
the will of the people twists and churns
new bull crap spread across all media
making need of vacation come with expedia
tossing and turning with digital channels
plaster the wall with phony wood panels
mount that h d plasma machine
be sure to keep it nice and clean
invite all your friends to watch the game
provide some beer to keep them sane
maybe some nachos with salsa and cheese
forget a wars for they never please | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/10/2008 2:46:04 PM | forget a wars for they never please
It's time in spring
to rake the leaves
Flower beds have to be dug
Dislike the fact
we're working with mud
one day soon
the rains will stop
then the flowers
will begin to pop | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/10/2008 4:52:20 PM | will begin to pop
then drop
or flop like some old man's chest
hidden by a velvet vest
not impressed with what you say
then what the hey
its just a play on words
some feel quite absurd
I heard it all before
then closed that door
for now i really need some more
cheese and crackers to stop the crowd roar
let the crumbs fall on the floor
more sweepers will be hired
the seats may later be wired
for intranet capabilities for future games
you know nothing ever stays the same
name the team for some fierce beast
the dough won't rise without the yeast. | |
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