| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/29/2008 5:46:06 PM | i write anyways cuz I cant seem to recon'
how the hell i got here
my outside is aloof but my insides do becone (spelling, i know)
as a fumble around for my beer
i know i've stayed true to my big picture
though i lost all that i held close
staring ahead at the ceiling fan fixture
thinkin' bout when she called me morose
some chase being happy as if it were the objective
but happiness is an outcome, not a goal
hanging a mirror makes not one reflective
diamonds do not turn to coal | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/29/2008 6:27:40 PM | Diamonds do not turn to coal
but ash can generate fire
yesterday is not far gone,
tomorrow's feeds life's fuel.
perception just a little off,
timing not quite right.
come pass some time with me,
dwell awhile in hindsight | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/29/2008 6:41:19 PM | Dwell awhile in hindsight
If only we could see what was
before
is
now to be
no turn'n the clock back for me!
Clock is wise to the future of happiness
in that every breath take'n
of that moments last!
Relishing in the behind of me
Going towards the futures' destiny... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/29/2008 6:43:16 PM | dwell awhile in hindsight
for it sees twenty-twenty
do not suffer to save the earth
for it will still provide us plenty
instead adjust what it is you want
to match that which you need
for as the Lorax taught us
no one needs a thneed
i know not where Im going
maybe you can guess
but i know the last word
uttered was unless | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/29/2008 7:53:26 PM | Uttered was useless
silence silken voices swell
filling my mind with wonder
at the words lying there in wait
I dream in poetry
not caring if it is heard.
Stringing words as one would pearls
writing on my eyelids | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/29/2008 7:57:10 PM | Writing on my eyelids
Dwell'n awhile in hindsight
If only we could see what was
before
is
now to be
no turn'n the clock back for me!
Clock is wise to the future of happiness
in that every breath take'n
of that moments last!
Relishing in the behind of me
Going towards the futures' destiny... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/29/2008 9:27:18 PM | going towards the future's destiny
one foot at a time
wandering through the unknown
often losing my mind
am humbled by what i see
and all that i do not know
i knew so much more back then
where did it all go
i try not to figure out
who is what and why
really it's none of my biz
why even give it a try
a few tools i'm learning
on this journey called life
when one is so hurting
they are often living in strife
so be it and let it be
is what i seem to do
and whatever you think of me
is totally up to you
the only person who i have to live with
is really only me
so whenever i am irritated
might as well just let it be. | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 2383 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/30/2008 5:46:05 AM | might as well just let it be
and fade into obscurity
thus to be where I am free
to find the final destiny
a child watches their feet amazed
to see them move another pace
sweet the smile upon their face
til we put them in their place
to take from them the magic days
leading them so far astray
until it all has gone away
as they forget the play
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/30/2008 8:15:46 AM | as they forget to play
I "pity the fools"
busy being perfect
forgot to break the rules
just a little
within reason
not talkin treason
just enough to remind them that they're alive
just enough to learn
put the gas in
and drive
not pedal to the metal
not a snail's pace
ain't worried bout the law
and this ain't no race
just drive babe
tunes up
windows down | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/30/2008 8:44:43 AM | windows down
panoramic scenery
horizon playing tag
car eating bitumen
every crossroad giving choices
every choice
a new horizon | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/30/2008 8:53:05 AM | a new horizon
we are given ever day
one we can chase with a vengeance
or hang around in and play
the colors of the horizon
vary with the change of time
no matter the hue,
or what you do
the beauty most sublime | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/30/2008 10:28:46 AM | the beauty most sublime
begins within
ripening with time
until the outer rind
grows parchment thin
and all the weathered cracks
and seams and spots
reveal the source
soul of light
that yearns to reunite
with bouyant kin
radiant and yang
illuminating yin
to drop the shell of skin
only a role
and recognize the whole
weightless
without sin
ecstatic joyous spin
cosmic once again | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/30/2008 7:30:13 PM | cosmic once again
insanity of a mind sane
star tripping the rainbows
watching veins pulse and grow
waterfalls flow on the walls
while the voices silently call
rabbits turn pink bunnies in the sun
isn’t this fun the mad hatters hum
left behind frozen in time
coming down searching for a sign
descending in a tunnel of black
searching for a light trying to get back
and Alice runs and the universe lies
mushrooms sway as the moon cries | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/31/2008 3:04:50 AM | mushrooms sway as the moon cries
saying hellos instead of goodbyes
swine is swaddled in dutches' arms
bloodcurdling squeals of panic and alarm
nothing is ever quite what it seems
hoping to god this is but a dream | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/31/2008 8:18:25 AM | hoping to god this is but a dream
for which all things elemental
wakened by nitemare screams
for which telling of truths is central
its in the way the breeze
moves the grass and shakes the trees
I see it in the thinnest veil of cloud
I hear it in the voices ;shout so loud
I see in the stone of mountain
I know it has length and breadth
it has character and depth
the knowledge that is passed
from generation to the next
our fate may not be cast
our futures not be vexed
our we not all from one
and one from all
I sense a change in the weather
like the coming of a fall
coming from a pessemist this may sound strange
I know of hope,hope for a change | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/31/2008 4:09:33 PM | I know of hope, hope for change
a few from the past I'd like to rearrange
for setting us on a path of destruction
but absent from their own induction
a regime of dunces born without shame
an aging broker with a familiar name
badly damaged but for some reason, unscathed
some secrets, I suspect, headed to the grave
but not soon enough in my estimation
after nearly destroying the laws of a nation
delivered to the scary precipice of hell
the day compassion died and the axe just fell
is change in the air, do you feel it coming
like a bucolic breeze over green fields thrumming
the seeds been planted and its starting to grow
if watered and weeded flowers will show
for a good bed of manure surely smells
but it paves the way for Cathedral Bells
as the stem lifts purple petals in wonder
no looking back at what's been plowed under | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/1/2008 8:28:24 AM | no looking
back at what's been plowed
under a cloud
like what if
we could of
so bleak in time
decline that find
stack the cards
to be put away
another day you play the wreck
check out before leaving
check to see if its breathing
file that thought
forget what you bought
brought
sought
become a piece
that environment demands
now commands
at hand you will find peace
leaving the grease in the fire
not answering the wire
desire for self on a shelf
with vanity insanity driving the rest of humanity
you will find the puch line
outside the box
inside detox
a new pair of socks and a tie
it is no lie to say you'll die
if you don't try to live | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/1/2008 9:29:11 AM | it is no lie
to say you'll die
if you dont try to live
to touch to feel
to scratch beyond
the glossy surface
to breathe it in
but
where did you learn
to take so bold then
toss away what
is so willingly given
so icy
so cold
so pseudo anime
choosing to
play simply
confuse
the issue
with indecision
and lack of faith
and the fence stays warm
with your ass
marinating
such a pretty ass
but watching you
play with them
like shiny toys
notches
ego
games
playtime
made you feel so good
for a while but gifted
you in ugly
cause you
leave them behind
for us to find
broken, angry, digested
and dissappointed
with unrequited
wishful thinking
of things that never happened
while you go on living | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/1/2008 9:50:21 AM | ..
...While you go on living
what single part is truly alive?
as each stone is placed
past sight, with trembling hands
deepened to the sound of a tear, felled.
Harm-bringer, closed eyes and
empty spirit
come the night, upon wings, swift
that it drown a grief, bitter
hidden amongst the ash.
As you steal away promises
and lay with ill thought
amide your treacherous ruins
bathed by the silver light
recalling dreams, now stune upon the stars...
False prophet, path alive by fire
victim, always the victim
blessed with eternal sight
cursed with everlasting life
nosferatu, to shadow you remain.
... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/1/2008 10:32:40 AM | nosferatu, to shadow you remain
passionless pain endure
heaviness weighs
until the dawning of light
spirits unite in ethereal beauty
hoping this to be true
a book i once read
plays again in my head
unbearable lightness of being | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/1/2008 10:34:16 AM | nosferatu,
to shadow you remain.
to suck our blood and haunt our dreams
to rule our nightmares and our screams
to troll the pond and darken the water
share your so called wisdom with no quarter
nostferatu,
I long for your kiss.
I feel my heart beat till I feel your fangs
for in your kiss eternity hangs
but here's news for you, my kiss was a fake
for you lack reflection and here comes the stake. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/1/2008 11:08:29 AM | Unbearable lightness of being...
born of the timid hand, eyes that gaze in longing reprieve
frail, to the winds without sound, voice ashudder
lost to the trail, wherein, grows the empty beast
as hands trace glass, viewing deceit, in the east..
Pride, no longer such word need be spoken, aloud
for by the arduous path, set to reside, 'pon cloud
whereby shadows drift in fleeting glance, enshroud
wither the flesh and hand, the gentle strum, empowered
leaving hearts in brutal reminder, no sound.
.. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/1/2008 11:33:24 AM | leaving hearts in brutal reminder,
no sound.
leaving memories i wanna make kinder
next round.
leaving images making me blinder
i clowned
sailing with a broken fish finder
i drowned.
leaving flower pressed in pages
as things frosted.
leaving streets in rages
and being accosted
leaving what i earned and my time in cages
and all things that were lossed
leaving the loosers and all of the sages
everything else it has costed | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/1/2008 12:39:35 PM | Costed isn't a word, so I'm correcting.
Everything else it has cost has been lost by this lil lone soldiers spiritual holocaust
Frost lingers, those fingers trying hard to pull triggers but I figger
It's all an illusion of a statuesque figure, cloaked and shrouded by fear
Drop your tear and step clear time to light this place up and let em all see ya clear...
Sit back, relax, tip that shit to your lips gather strength by the hurricane force as it rips
Tears, ensnares while the timid just stare hide in their glass blood drips foreheads fair
Who cares?, not this guy, partial to the thunder with a strangled cry I watch em all go under..
So strke up the tunes, keep pennin the shit while the shining minds laugh and let the dogs slip
False dreams, failed hope, see ya swingin by rope, downed by the scope cause they just couldn't cope..
Lite it up, pass it over and shit get me a beer and stop lookin at my ass, everytime I pass near..
Victim number 100 bye and have a good day, this took me 5 minutes,
so what ya got to say?........
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/1/2008 1:32:36 PM | So what ya got to say?....
when you've thrown your charms away
we could talk about politics
or religion too
we could talk about pain
from all sorts of views
or we could drop all that shit
'cause today it just don't fit
on my agenda
u got it in ya?
to talk about nothing
let the worries take a break
grab a cold beer
and grill out some steaks
listen to the breeze
feel it on your skin
let the moment of freedom
overcome what's within
forget whatcha got to do
let go of what's already been done
yesterday is through
today I'm basking in the sun
(a meager attempt to follow ya truth...lol) | |
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