| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 12:21:21 PM | and you
so true in that game
some glue
and a new frame
like a picture on a wall
most often ignored
sometimes a bit askew
other times bored
she thought to herself
too often and long
until one fine morning
it was turned into song
la la lady lookin in the mirror
we see what we want
and hold it with fear
the time will come when it becomes a blur
then off to the doctor for another cure | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 12:26:03 PM | then off to the doctor for another cure
your picture fallen from the wall
onto
the floor
and the glass shards
refract the light
and each one
shines out to touch
the opposite wall, the ceiling,the floor
resplendent
with each a little portrait of you
and all the Mona Lisa smiles | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 12:52:54 PM | and all the Mona Lisa smiles
took a while
to form
from
phoenix
fire
lust
desire
...Mona Lisa...
her eyes told the story
of singed wings
hopes and dreams
and things unknown
seams sewn
old genes
and new shoes
eyes steadily gleaming
while singing the blues
....Mona Lisa...
tight lipped
but well equipped | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 3:04:51 PM | tight lipped
but well equipped
will rock the boat
but won't sink ships
so come on board
you merry mate
man the hatches
and seal your fate
open the porthole
to your desire
trim the mainsail
to fan your fire
swab the decks
with your sweat
view from the crow's nest
is the best yet
from aft to stern
you make me yearn
to ply your seas
and then return
to a port of call
where she awaits
a salty maid
with nasty traits
tis better here
than in the storm
but linger not
be true to form
for a woman's lair
cannot compare
with the lofty swell
and the salty air | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 3:14:06 PM | tight lipped but well equipped
we sauntered off into battle
but when bullets flew
and the bombs fell true
put tail tween the legs to scaddadle
road tripped with wings clipped
down a creek without a paddle
the hair it grew
the tale that grew
was worthy of a taddle
till we sipped and became ripped
and played with guitar and raddle
stomp our feet an'
scream like a cretan
beats mooing along like cattle | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 3:27:51 PM | mooing along like cattle
they were led into battle
no need to prattle
said the 3 star general
we've got some work to do
I mean you and you and you
what a scraggly crew
said the 3 star general
you must lower your head
when the bullets fly overhead
or else you will be dead
said the 3 star general
they were gallant they were brave
except for one named Dave
you are such a worthless knave
said the 3 star general
Pvt Dave felt the generals ire
when he sent out the wire
"I'm dying from friendly fire"
said the 3 star general | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 3:56:37 PM | "I'm dying from friendly fire" (sorry for the bump iceaxe)
said the 3 star general
"But there is no fire that is friendly"
said the youth lost feral
the youth lost feral hid amid the rocks
atop a jungle bluff so high
lobbing RPG's at the general's troops
and laugh so hard they could cry
but the radioman said before he dropped dead
34-44-20
then the migs flew out to show their clout
and dropped some napalm aplenty
now that jungle bluff has seen enough
as the ecosystem's unraveled
and the cocateau flew to a region thats new (spelling shift due to word blocks)
to a place that man's not yet traveled | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 4:11:19 PM | but a place that man's not traveled
is so very hard to find
must be a wonderful eden
where the animals are always kind
but be sure to your dying day
oh sweet pretty cocateau
that evading man's large footprint
is all you ever do
for if he catches up and finds
somewhere he hasn't been
he's sure to fvck it up
and send you off again
in search of a place so hidden
no man would dare to go
but beware if you find it
don't let anyone know | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 6:36:48 PM | don't let anyone know
while they were distracted
you slipped out to the show
met up with yer buddies
whom they don't know
had one hell of a good time
razzin some hoes
On the way back to keep it discreet
you took the shoes off of your feet
walked on the grass because of the heat
pavement in summer and bare feet
Sneaking into the house from the back
you avoid every squeak and hardwood crack
quickly undress and hit the sack
feeling like a found needle in a stack
You mom peeks in while sucking mints
she says something about the sink and a rinse
as your eyes close you hear laughter commence
your busted my boy from those green foot prints | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 6:41:19 PM | your busted my boy
from those green foot prints
Big foot roams again
looking for a home
Leave a trail of popcorn
for him to follow
He might feel at home
Somewhere in Sleepy Hollow | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 9:15:20 PM | Somewhere in Sleepy Hollow
I wander through a daze
Bathed in stench that no bog contain
I wonder,"Did It follow"?
Across this wretched hovel bridge I gaze
When calm fades to the fear arisin' again
Only a glimmer of the demon doth I see...
Before I can only see dark...No More!!! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 9:21:07 PM | before i can only see dark....No More
Praaaaise the lord, praise his light
so shouted the man on the corner
with his eyes full of fright
if his God really listened
someone would listen to him
but his words ring hollow on this cold night
a broken man within | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 9:25:47 PM | a broken man within
but where do i begin
to heal myself again
i am only me
sometimes i cannot see
what will be, will be
if i just let it go
then go with the flow
i can take life slow
as i mindfully breathe
i begin to see
what i need to be | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 9:38:43 PM | what I need to be
is sometimes clear to me
other times its not
but then you know what?
I try to let things pass
and thank my lucky ass
that I am even present
in a life so evervescent | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 9:58:40 PM | in a life so evervescent
in all the sparkle and glow
i am forever grateful
for whatever it is that i know
and when life....
does what it does
i breathe deeply
and sigh just because
life is forever changing
each moment never the same
living life with eyes wide open
i will have nothing ever to blame | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 10:11:13 PM | i will have nothing ever to blame
observing learned of life's game
golden knives awarded walnut plaque
smiling rodents with silent attack
politics self serving to each level
planed as wood to carpenter bevel
iron bent in heat of moment charred
permanent thought ironed scarred
youthful saplings guided strong
torch thrown to correct the wrong
if stalwart taught young ones the game
i will have nothing ever to blame | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/19/2008 11:02:26 PM | I will have nothing ever to blame
if I do not play the game
I can not lose
if what I choose
is to forever stay the same
I will have nothing ever to claim
by choosing to always remain
hidden within
alone with my sin
a loner without a name
I will have nothing that is my own
no crop from seed unsown
no daring risk
no hopeful wish
and nothing to bemoan
I will have nothing when I am grown
and when death strips the flesh from my bone
just a clean linen sheet
beneath six feet
of dirt and a cold dark stone | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/20/2008 4:46:54 AM | of dirt and a cold dark stone
will someday be my home
unless i decide when i expire
to rise in a funeral pyre
and bury my ashes for me
under a majestic oak tree
to nourish the terra ground
when i'm no longer around | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/20/2008 5:15:48 PM | when I'm no longer around
there is going to be
one of the grandest
yard sales in town
First sell all my good stuff
To get a lot of Moola'
then the not so rough stuff
will bring a few more dolla'
Got to sell a thousand books
from Aardvark to Walla Walla
They will be surprised
He really was a scholar | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/20/2008 5:57:22 PM | Gone searching down a brand new path
the eye in the guy knows
search and rescue is Dreams lost in winds
flutter,tilt yer head aside empty notions
breathe and be Just whom you are
her wings will flutter,gentle carress your face
BE YOU!
there is an eye in the sky for both women and men
as WE are | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/20/2008 8:13:10 PM | [sorry formummz but you didn't follow the thread premis]
He really was a scholar
though who could know
for in-between the hollers
there wasn't much of a show
the books and papers were scattered round
a yard sale in the rain
the toys from bygone days might drowned
we quickly put them away
We looked around for his lap top
or a stashed portable drive
none was found between the drops
of rain upon his life
papers and books were quickly put out
the recycle goes on the curb
none had thought to read about
the old type written word
cyber now was everything
everywhere there are teachers
laptops rule the classroom thing
they even guide the preachers
libraries will all be virtual space
the page is to be shredded
time for waste won't leave a place
that seems where we are headded | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/20/2008 9:06:55 PM | that seems where we are headed
the writing on the wall
a song played too long on the radio
a racehorse now left in his stall
A lifetime of love
now sits lifeless and cold
words fall deaf to the ground
relationship sadly grown old.
( ....... a place I dont ever want to be!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/20/2008 9:45:38 PM | relationship sadly grown old...
a time for me to move on...
sometimes it might seem bold
but when it's time, it's done
no longer will i ever
live in misery
suffering i will never
i need to be...
me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/20/2008 9:54:33 PM | I need to be...
me
so I'll send me home
if myself I see
I was here
but now I'm gone
left my name
to carry on.....and on........and on....
it goes
my nose itches
what does that mean?
no ones talking....no riches....
just allergies
and trying to please
happiness.....sadness....
when wearing one
the other no one sees...
but they both exist
if not:
I swung...and missed...
do that too much...and then you're out
no doubt
eye on the ball | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/20/2008 10:09:15 PM | eye on the ball
and the yardsales across town
Saturday mornin...cup-o-joe..
you won't find me hangin around
too much junk
and treasures
and smiles
and old ladies ready to fight me
wanting what i want....just to spite me...
darned old bitties
i mean...i know I'm just a witty...
but if i'm that damned ornery when I'm old
if there's never a smile or kind word to be told
other than to my close friends in the last pew
do like granny would
and beat me with your shoe | |
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