| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/5/2008 7:34:42 PM | Every road could lead to something
I said confidently to my dumpling
but you refuse to ask directions
to the passageway to my heart
so wrong turns become the norm
and it ends up in a storm
I would love to lead you there
to the very central part
you'd do better with your eyes closed
like using your nose to find a rose
I'll let you know when you are warm
and we can slip out of our egos | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/5/2008 8:32:10 PM | and we can slip out of our egos
to become what we are meant to be
to live in beauty and truth and light
not for possession should we fight
but discover the meaning, the reason to see
the beauty that is all around me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/6/2008 4:22:37 AM | from the beauty with in
all life begins
song of the sparrow
litany of the lark
masked in sorrow
face distorted by pain
buried with in the darkest heart
still reigns the eternal spark | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/6/2008 5:15:41 AM | still reigns the eternal spark
and the feul of friends fills the hearth
feeding the flames to again burn bright
outpourings of solace and of support
takes the fear out of thresholds
hope of tomorrow, provision of light
(THANK YOU MY FRIENDS FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!! , joro). | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/6/2008 6:42:55 AM | hope of tomorrow , provision of light
a path no longer shrouded
but unveiled , as wings bravely take flight
One step before, two now behind
the shadows soon melting
as the way embarked to find. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/6/2008 12:48:06 PM | as the way embarked to find
challenges the mind
some kind
behind
reminds us
a big fuss
gets you kicked off the buss | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/6/2008 1:01:12 PM | A big fuss
gets you kicked off the bus
and when the words one speaks
reeks
and looks like
dried up blood and guts
spewed upon the floor
in gory relief
and smells of
tainted diplomacy
the face that speaks
corruptive fancies
looks like lies
never tasted so sweet
sugar coated fill
and so called good will
........the bus is going
and no
we don’t
have change for a buck
..................because the bus has gone | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/6/2008 1:41:38 PM | Aww come on, I ran and ran to catch it......lol(now out of breath, bare with me!!)
Because the bus has gone
I guess, I'll just start walk'n
to that destination unknown
yet of today
Glad I put the comfortable shoes on this morning!!
or maybe I'll just sit and ponder
did I miss read the schedule?
shouldn't another one come along soon?
Nah, I'll keep on walk'n leisurely
Maybe something will dawn on me... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/6/2008 5:36:53 PM | Maybe something will dawn on me...
as the tales spin round my brain
There is no beginning or end to free
Just a space of loving restrain
not sure about the part deux first line last line
I read this all the time
when does dementia begin or hope decline?
Sun sets nightly escaping reason or rhyme | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/7/2008 9:14:44 AM | Sun sets nightly escaping reason or rhyme
dementia begins when hope declines
following patterns from a'sge gone
we find our rhythm and dance on.
the moon follow the sun most days
in the dark of the moon, there is another way
planting or reaping guided by her light
rise we again to flee or fight | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/7/2008 12:22:48 PM | Rise we again to flee or fight?
To stand the line and face the night?
Or do we stand to comprehend,
to see this battle find its end?
Shall we as others stand to fall,
dominoes, lemmings, one and all?
Or shall we yet pursue what's best,
to stand aloof from this their quest?
Should tyrant lords demand our fate,
or should we stand outside their gate?
"To arms! To arms!" they call and call,
laughing while the wanting fall.
Rise we again to flee or fight?
I say we stand for what is right;
but what is right is hard to see,
confused, lost to philosophy. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/7/2008 1:58:15 PM | confused, lost to philosophy
thoughts ending in circles
and hard to free
tease the string
and find the end
unbend
the twists
and loose the knots
follow straight thought
connect the dots
preemptive wars
are seldom won
they line their pockets
with our young
and record profits
oil has brung
from destabilization
and speculation
and we are not done
paying yet
in boys
or trillion dollar debt
follow money's dirty trail
to where it ends
and pull the nail
from sacrificial hands | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/7/2008 3:14:39 PM | from sacrificial hands
comes sacrificial help
to sacrificial problems
that some say do not exist
well
can i give you a hand
am i a problem? no.
systems are problems
people are people
no. your not a problem
and
the sacrificial hand
reached out to offer help
and the person at need took it
damn, thought i would get home early
but
didnt get home early
but i did get home
which is more than i can say
for the dude i helped who didnt
so
i wish you full hope
and you tell me it s crap
but hope and crap co-exist
to the casual observer
cuz
we live in a world of nonsense
and nuthin i hear makes much sense
i listen but you must be too dense
wont give to a non deserver | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/8/2008 8:43:14 AM | wont give to a non deserver
or even to some well desrver
want to take my time
and stay well away from trouble
won't give my time away
won't give my life away
won't move till tomorrow
and tomorrow is so far away | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/8/2008 7:29:04 PM | and tomorrow is so far away
mind still stuck in yesterday
and not get past the overtones
time for money, money for time
just repeat again the time
stay at ams length do not borrow trouble
trouble s ill forms us,
and yet we carry on lest we forget | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/8/2008 8:40:28 PM | and yet we carry on lest we forget
another day older, deeper in debt
but knowing that this isn't
what life is all about
i want to pull my hair and really start to shout
shouldn't life be a gift, our daily pleasure
why must we always have to measure
what we have and who we are
with others all around
i know deep in my heart
where love can be found
(bingo a...you are soooo write on!!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/8/2008 8:57:55 PM | where can love be found?
in the depths of the cave of pathos
in the glimmer of dawns rays shining upon a companion's face
in sweaty passionate embrace
in true philanthropy
in a yearnful tear
in spirituality with the Divine
within one truest self
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/8/2008 9:04:29 PM | within one truest self
you’ll find a little soul
trapped, tired and hungry
give the little soul some loving
so to hold your hand
and to warm up your heart
the poor little trapped soul
all tired and hungry | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/8/2008 9:49:26 PM | all tired and hungry
i stop and breathe
deeply
in with cleansing air
out with toxins
centered
i reach for nourishment
not poison
but wholesome food
to feed my body (and mind)
(watch the whites....
sugar, flour, corn)
it has taken a lifetime
to honor my body
and my mind...
ever so slowly
i am finding me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/8/2008 11:22:48 PM | I am finding me
in places, I don't wanna be
sitting solo by the sea
I am finding me
drinking green tea
wishin' for a wii
I am finding me
as silly as can be
wishin for a he | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/9/2008 1:17:15 AM | wishin for a he
try to see his face
he's not wearing one
in spirit he lives
with me always
content with what is
and what is not
remembered what was
that never was
dreaming a dream
wearing a coat
to heavy
of course ...
it's summer. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/9/2008 6:00:23 PM | it's summer
now we complain about the heat
how it hurts the feet as they swell
and smel
yet who will tell that tale
from back when we were pale
huddled round a fire
dreaming across the wires
sun and fun and places to run
then when it has begun
who is the one
bytchin for air conditioning
a cool breeze
no bugs in the tree to bite their knees
just hoping to get laid in the shade | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/9/2008 7:21:28 PM | just hoping to get laid in the shade
the lonesome cowboy, his hair in a braid
waiting out under the thick spreading yew
hoping his aching heart will stay true
wishing his horse were not lame as it were
and he could ride into town and have a visit with her
but Miss fanny's delights will have to wait till he can ride
and visit the brothel that she works inside
Cryin' his heart out, the blues and the pain
Poor lonesome cowboys been foiled again | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/9/2008 9:35:03 PM | Poor lonesome cowboy's been foiled again
taken for a ride on a wayward horse
the nightmare throwing him, doubling the pain
of separation from Miss Fanny's delights of course
but thrown once more he must again mount
tuck down into leather, apply the spur
head across obstacles too many to count
until at last he can be with her | |
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