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Msg: 204 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 11/20/2009 7:12:05 AM
I used to wonder how my Dad could drink coffee in the midst of summer sun slurp it right up and be glad with the vile brown drink and a buttery bun just a moment for reflection a small break in his day a brief yet tidy introspection out in the field cutting hay now I am older and I enjoy a cup of joe,but hey in the morning when the sun isn't high and I think I know what dad would say "Aaaaah!" ©2009themission

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Msg: 174 (view)

Ft Hood Incident Highlights Dangers of Gun Control Posted: 11/18/2009 9:20:57 AM
what about the "alleged "reason for perpetraitor to have a plan of action to keep from being sent to the "war zone" in the first place? treating the symptoms without curing the disease. If only someone would have been more aware of this guys mental well being he may well have been discharged or kept out of active duty status in the first place. Is it a symptom of needing "bodies to fight a war?"

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Msg: 6386 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 11/18/2009 8:59:50 AM
the sand I am seiving gives gold nuggets for you the hand I am holding recieves the ticket for what show we are hoping to view the movies,too costly so fricket its cheaper and more amusing to watch people at the mall all scurrying and perusing and getting really nothing at all

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Msg: 198 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 11/18/2009 8:56:19 AM
the one who will never read it is the one who sleeps easy his concious thoughts don't feed it her raucous thought so teasy her innocent ambivilance her vision of herself patterned in hoar frost a page of words,poetic contrivance the book of a life so burned and so frayed but all is not lost and all is not paid talk of religion,betrayal,and corruption is life:pardon the interruption we now return to the regularly scheduled program

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Msg: 193 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 11/16/2009 7:18:05 AM
life ,so confused by it all I come home and throw my troubles at the wall lie back and spout about how I am feeling but what good does it do to talk to the ceiling I hurl obscenities at the door does it hear or care anymore? and the poor hard floor accepts my pacing other than that it is ignored even though it waits safe and solid for my feet thanks floor just for being there

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Msg: 183 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 11/11/2009 11:55:58 AM
take away sin nothing to believe in wouldn't it be nice to live without vice no beliefs to defend just being a friend no echo so hollow no words to swallow no heaven or hell wouldn't life be swell

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Msg: 142 (view)

roses are red.. Posted: 11/11/2009 11:51:34 AM
many a petal can be rosy violets love dew my neighbor is nosy how about you? roses are red my windows dingy(din -jee) i'd write more bad lines but too stingy

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Msg: 181 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 11/9/2009 8:20:47 AM
I was not born of silver I have no wish to be other than I am I'll stand and deliver love is a heart scam the myth is anything that anyone believes in including the the all powerful invisible being in the sky

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Msg: 111 (view)

roses are red.. Posted: 11/4/2009 9:53:41 AM
roses are red violets are turquoise they say I have A D D but....hey look butterflies!

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Msg: 313 (view)

The Moon Posted: 11/4/2009 9:35:30 AM
talking to the moon (sheer lunacy) I get no answers but watching it fills me in on the tide and when to reap and sow the man in the moon laughs and then I know

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Msg: 107 (view)

roses are red.. Posted: 11/3/2009 9:59:30 AM
roses are red violets are blue I hate the end of the month when the bills come due roses are red what is hyperplexia sorry I have aixelsid roses are red tin foil is shiny kiss my hiny,kiss my hiny

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Msg: 174 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 11/3/2009 9:46:12 AM
we are not coins struck from the same mold we all see different versions of past presidents we are more like paper currency as it passes on our DNA with just a touch each conspiring to gain monetarily I am not too caught up in the system fingers tapping anonymously

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Msg: 6264 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 11/3/2009 9:41:07 AM
how real is that? And do we really care? about other peoples emotions can you frightened by a dare can you kneel in devotion can you sympathize with disaster if you aren't the victim can you be slave ,servant,master the lights are dim as the electric cosmos lights the way

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Msg: 169 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 11/2/2009 6:05:57 AM
wanting is the solitary suffering of man need is just a shade of greed giving a fraction of an inch leads to self destruction time in need of a pinch teaching not a fortê, I desire instruction all men/women have dark sides temptation led to frustration I rarely get involved in trivialities of human condition happily ever anonymous

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Msg: 166 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 11/1/2009 5:42:29 PM
You could really do it if you put your mind to it tonight love may fall down thru layers of black velvet smoldering embers the heart reveals what the eyes cannot too many years stacked on the face too many years wasted on the rat race to catch whatever falls anonymity wins

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Msg: 163 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 10/30/2009 6:56:35 AM
No desire for elation but desire to be heard ,loved,held with fascination by the fire in a few words what is a picture long hair ,teasing eyes and empty smiles for a camel; I'd walk miles to drink from the cherished well of inspiration

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Enslaved to the System Posted: 10/29/2009 11:22:47 AM
even when none is around does not necessarily make a sound a voice from the wild darkness it lets you express your innermost thoughts on beauty and hate pure thought is never too late

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Enslaved to the System Posted: 10/13/2009 4:31:53 PM
wildest romance starts in the minds of people we never have known ice forms on the town clock and steeple dream lover so noone dreams alone while finding gold in the sands its dark at 7 am here in the northern lands meanwhile the banana dances

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Msg: 147 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 10/13/2009 6:32:36 AM
The day I first learned,HURT so I built that wall brick by brick,immune, inert to pain, the wall grew tall until she came and started to tear it all down pictures of her plastered over what is left will the wall crumble? or will I start to rebuild the fortress of my heart

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Msg: 145 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 10/12/2009 7:37:06 AM
the air is filled with sound all the electronic gizmos that the earth is floating around someday someone will decipher the cosmos Carl Sagan came close but perhaps the one voice you listen to by choice will be full of answers to the quest you need to spend to invest it all takes time and nothing is as serious as it seems to be

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Msg: 141 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 10/11/2009 5:35:33 PM
the dust danced on the road as the wind picked up the place so dry you could drown in a paper cup the dog lazes in the shade of the old tree and for my love I wait, to see my special one is overdue walking from the track with a well worn shoe she smiled as the heat came down she'd hold my arm as we strolled thru town but my love where are you? where are you to hold on these cold nights? how far did you travel to see the sights? I am standing and waiting dear are you close by,are you nearly here? home

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Msg: 136 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 10/5/2009 10:05:17 AM
chnage doesn't come easy if changes come ever over country roads lite and breezy with a fulcrum and giant lever I moved the world,or the world moved me I am never sure which because sometimes stuff just happens time steams by in a blur and if I am lucky and not caught up in change I catch a glimpse of a shadow of my life memories good and bad but memories are circumspect are they real,or memorex? to be continued.......?

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Msg: 6074 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 10/2/2009 6:49:46 AM
not at all afraid to be alone a sober quest for drunkeness for sins we must atone for infidelities we must address a craving , a lust for beer what started is nearly done for you and you alone my dear I'm finished with you hon'

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squat and p**p Posted: 10/1/2009 1:47:37 PM
for in simple form for eyes to see the phalanx formed but its way barred by misery that loves company the accompanied regiment ;battle scarred for still others oft unenlightened at the time of vernal equinox masses ran helter skelter very frightened for on the land a paradigm,accursed blight, the pox for when skin turns pale and grey and rings form round the eyes hidden from the light of day another fellow being dies its grasp like an iron hand first a hundred ,again a thousandfold its reach far across the sand its might cannot be foretold the greatest scourge upon the earth nothing stays its icy doom know your station,mark your worth smoke,fire,and ashen plume each one given a part to play each one touched by Spanish kiss truly marked the end of day knowledge of ignorance is bliss ( a previously undiscovered quattrain?)

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Msg: 128 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 9/22/2009 5:38:10 AM
on the bank of the river the siren sings her song hoping someone will give her a love that lasts long her tresses soaked and streaming and clothes sunk tight to skin no one particular she is dreaming just waiting for it to begin her eyes like steel her touch like fire can't keep an even keel as he feels her desire he knowingly plugs his ears to keep on paddling faster told about it for years never let a siren be your master still he wonders what it would be like to give in to that feeling and surrender to disaster

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Msg: 278 (view)

The Moon Posted: 9/21/2009 7:54:40 AM
I sit and wonder why this happened to me the edge of the moon appeared and seemed to whisper my name wonder sure but worry not all answers come in time so shall the sun rise soon ©2009the mission

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Msg: 125 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 9/21/2009 6:38:14 AM
foolish thoughts placed randomly on the page its passion that brings the word even if it may express a rage and cause a herione her loins to gird is she brave none the less? her tresses flow as she steals the breeze her raiments flow as her heart may bleed both in part as thoughts, boil and freeze as she gallops along on her mighty steed she is a hunter , a searcher for truth who can blame her born in the wrong time or place but as the fable says slow and steady wins the race

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Msg: 6019 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 9/21/2009 6:23:59 AM
As I flew with those wings,but not free as a bird like Icarus they carried me too close to the sun and the tense flapping was heard as me and the ground became as one what fun can you have with just wax and feathers

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Msg: 55 (view)

squat and p**p Posted: 9/14/2009 10:16:52 AM
The old man passes my dooryard If I am awake enough to see head high,arms swinging hard he seems he's got somewhere to be I wonder where his path goes and if I walked the same way does he follow his own nose and why is his hair all grey? so I wait and watch carefully to see when he comes and where he goes so nonchalant and carefree a bouncin on his toes but no matter how I try I just cannot trace his steps nor even his footprints I espy turning over every stone with forceps so the man is an enigmatic mystery I may never know his history

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The Moon Posted: 9/13/2009 7:18:59 AM
In a clear sky you can see the moon even one the sun is high washed out blue silvery spoon and when nite falls the firelight beckons and the moon calls sometimes up half the night,I reckon just staring up

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Enslaved to the System Posted: 9/13/2009 7:09:59 AM
They cut down the trees to till the soil then they traded off their souls for oil they stopped planting crops and planted Wal-Marts where people used to live and work all in the name of progress but in the process they eliminated jobs and eventually themselves poor thoughtless humans

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Enslaved to the System Posted: 9/11/2009 2:50:47 PM
"Lump sat alone on a bog in a marsh she's lump she's lump she's lump she's in my head she's lump she's lump she's lump she might be dead" presidents of America

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Msg: 107 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 9/11/2009 9:33:50 AM
Gotta message from Jesus today in an internet e-mail bearing his image in the usual way thought it was a joke or a note on how not to fail It said if you love someone pass this on how did he know I was even at home so I clicked to pass it along hope the pope in Rome can get a message this way Don't blame me I really did try told him to advise all the sinners to pray for the world to figure out just why there is another way for God to doubt is the word really gettin spread about Because I gotta an email message from Jesus today

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Msg: 105 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 9/10/2009 5:46:16 PM
I am not great man I'm not a proverbial nice guy I have farmers tan and a wandering eye I see things through or lay them to waste I let bills get overdue I may lie to your face I may not call for days at a time I may run thru the fields at night and whisper back to the corn I'll step thru the door at first light I may cry softly, when I'm torn or I may tussle with the cover I'm a man not an easy lover I won't drink too much or curse in church insist to pay the "Dutch" while smile turns to smirk I'm smug and often bold watch TV too much don't listen to you when you scold still wherever I roam I always miss you you make me feel at home

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Msg: 103 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 9/10/2009 4:58:16 PM
my capillaries burst today in my brain but I think I will be okay I smile thru the pain of all those numbers and the additions to my life that it left me so divided troubles multiplied but I never had but one problem what is the binary system and it's cogent function

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Msg: 5975 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 9/9/2009 4:23:36 PM
to hold hard lesson learned inside heart transplant patients know yet all of it taken in stride quiet memories glow of people and places they have never seen quite strange the muscle memories

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Msg: 98 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 9/9/2009 4:20:25 PM
I read the phrases about the heart but unable to see between the lines her loneliness worn like a dress I think it would be fine for a whispering mention to be found on those lips a fondness deserving attention never to be mine a wink,blink or caress for the lonely places deep in the heart

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Enslaved to the System Posted: 9/9/2009 9:22:31 AM
time does make us age but some age out of their time what sages call old souls well passed prime, I still rage is it a crime to not act your age without rhyme or reason I defy clarity and season I know I am to blame for love not knowing my name

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Msg: 93 (view)

Enslaved to the System Posted: 9/8/2009 7:17:46 AM
If she were back in my arms would she be satisfied to love singularly I have tried friendship,then love may come for a spell but something happens,and all goes to hell so different ways I have chased amore and always ask myself what the hell for? Not enough money,too far away will love true love find me sometime,some day? maybe it's me after all too picky ,too petty ,too big, or too small always looking for perfection using it as protection,when no body is perfect after all

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Msg: 5947 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 9/2/2009 1:27:28 PM
then another kind has formed of all the sad thought and every lonely sigh the battles that are fought no war won for all those that die who wept for them?

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Enslaved to the System Posted: 9/2/2009 1:23:53 PM
we don't always find what we seek but if a message gets out life is not for the meager and weak live life without a doubt seems like the best advice ever given but to be free of any regret you have to hole up in a cave I don't envy the life some lead but I hope to rest easy in my grave

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Msg: 84 (view)

Enslaved to the System -- cry of the dove Posted: 8/31/2009 2:00:39 PM
The wind comes down from the dark mountain and speaks to me it tells of a storm by the way the branches in the forest sway I think of the animals as my brothers with the wind, the sky,the earth,and water I join all things elemental,I am at peace

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Msg: 80 (view)

Enslaved to the System -- cry of the dove Posted: 8/29/2009 7:27:53 PM
A joyful refrain are the tears of a paper thin heart tenderest moments,whispers in the rain quiet forboding and a tremulous start the familiar well worn creases of two worn thin by time they aim to satisfy and it pleases the silvery side of every dime

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Msg: 79 (view)

Enslaved to the System -- cry of the dove Posted: 8/29/2009 7:15:12 PM
always feeling as if I know I am young but I've known for quite some time my escapes with her are detrimental when those images cross my mind we all show some potential and the clamorwhen I think of her raven hair She sees the silver poking up the truest pleasure seems to return nearly every day but this thing called love has made many a fool she dances around,swaying hips brings a smile to my lips her eyes burning into my heart I may have another day ,another night unable to use my greatest tool todays smile is tomorrow's smile line I know in my soul she will be alright

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Msg: 77 (view)

Enslaved to the System -- cry of the dove Posted: 8/28/2009 4:18:54 PM
speaking of soft voices of all gals I've seen who make the painful choices they may dream of meadows soft and green and young lasses who cry rivers until tears run dry it is so lonely and worrisome but then tears stream;boo-hoo on freckled faces of all the little girls who will experience heartbreak and sorrow tears today; smiles tomorrow

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Msg: 5929 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 8/28/2009 4:09:00 PM
held within a kiss is a lifetime sugary sweet bliss a song and a rhyme held within a heart two hands fingers grasp love is just a start a golden necklace with a clasp flowers in a vase and things that bring a smile to your face

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Msg: 5920 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 8/27/2009 3:14:05 PM
that heart that loved that heart that broke heard round the earth the words that they spoke about the miracle birth gave it all til there was nothing more to give he died so that we could live.....

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Msg: 74 (view)

Enslaved to the System -- written at 4:30 a.m. Posted: 8/27/2009 3:07:46 PM
her crying sounds like some small bird maybe the coo of a dove or lonesome whippoorwill the tears roll from her eyes as she stands alone on the porch and the echoes fall from the surrounding pines like snowflakes she mourns for what was and wails for what life brings bitterssweet sadness that attaches itself to everything ©8/2009the mission

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Msg: 5829 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/29/2009 8:21:18 AM
why bother with this love? Its tennis,game ,set,match an empty burner on a stove from midair it's a snatch like some tumbling trapeze act we dare,sometimes we miss and fall into the net as a matter of fact and sometimes it goes all the way to bliss and they lived happily ever after we live ,we love,we fail cause life ain't no fairy tale

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Msg: 44 (view)

himynameisSarah: That hair in my face, man, shit, I got it bad Posted: 7/22/2009 6:16:28 PM
Once upon a medieval time in the land of knights and castles whence thou spake in rhyme and wore crowns and capes with tassels

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