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 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
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do i really have to do this? (i get it tho)????

yuck

so easily survives a fart
so harshly deal with the bears
so quick he is to depart
to walk away without cares


to know right and wrong thru a poem
to find something to do when im bored
to write off the bank i am owing
to find truth in a major chord
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
Msg: 327
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Posted: 4/12/2010 8:17:36 PM
(Well Rasko you did OK with what Thorb left you)

to find truth in a major chord
is not in a fart good lord!
having to play along
like a game of ping pong
I'll leave you two with this mess
and say good night I guess...
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 4/13/2010 1:13:14 AM
say good night I guess
unless this night is sleepless
dozing in and out of dreams
nothing is what it seems
time and space illusion
leading to confusion
mind in full profusion
of thoughts that are refusin'
to leave me peacefully
but now i'm getting sleepy
so will bid these lines adieu
perhaps tomorrow i'll see you
with another word review
if the muse wants to continue
 HAMAZING
Joined: 10/21/2007
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Posted: 4/13/2010 6:27:13 AM
IF,
the muse wants to continue
then,
there
The lines will continue
Cultivating flatulent build ups
Releasing its gassing effectively
Clearing an overcrowded room
I stand in the stinch, with hand over nose
So I can taste what he had for lunch
Hearing its waste
Blowing in the wind
Muse's continue their destined
Intent...
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 4/13/2010 11:44:37 PM
disclosed under the tent
was just another woman giving birth
and woman giving birth can also vent
or was that fart?

Comedy is also akin to error.
Take it back, ride like a wind.
clear all air between you, the other.
Martha did love whatshisname...forever.
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
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Posted: 4/14/2010 3:16:54 PM
on the 12th of never
i hereby
promise
to cut my hair
shave my beard
throw away
my denim jacket
from the 70's
thats been
run over by 3 cars
once
with me in it
(lucky jacket)...
and turn
my back
on what i believe
turn republican
go to church
when not a funeral...
and tape together
and read
the love
and hate mail
you sent
that 'accidently'
got shredded...
with a file
of quotes
from God
and Nietzsche ...
and conform
to what
you sought
and wasnt...
but until then...
i won't.
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
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Posted: 4/14/2010 4:05:49 PM
I wont quit
having sex with a young Clint Eastwood
eating cookies in someone elses bed
making my children mad for the fun of it
annoying parents of bratts at our local Wal Mart
feeding left overs to the neighbors dog
borrowing my ex boy friends tools
turning my cell phone off all day
playing poker with the guys
flashing my tattoos
picking my nose
and being kinky

I am me
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 4/14/2010 11:19:56 PM
I am me.
I have a lawyer
a housekeeper, a nanny
a physical release something
I also have a house
(apparently it dreams...)
I thought I was very smart
I am only one of many
who never bit anything
resembling why anything, ever, happened.
I, however, can make good stuff happen
I can make coffee!!
 HAMAZING
Joined: 10/21/2007
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Posted: 4/15/2010 6:52:54 AM
I can make coffee
satisfying to the eye
having you taste its journey'd bean
long into the day
Its caffeine, is only one extraction
Another, the outer layer (known as "cherry")
shielding the seed to picking perfection
Where the roasting gets its aroma
I must add the cream and sugar
As for
Plain Black, harshens my nerves
leaving me jitter'n and hype'd....
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
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Posted: 4/15/2010 11:01:08 AM
pull it together for that cop
or a hefty price he will write you,
and find a reason to be nice
kindly handing a fine that's due,
flirting crying or talking wont work
for this is Silver Bullet country,
so Yankees tourists truckers beware
they will find cause I guarantee,
sing the blues this is dixie land
and you'll see them at dinner,
with their wife and bratty kids
and only your pocket thinner......
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 4/15/2010 10:06:48 PM
and only your pocket thinner
is better than my eye, my mind
gathering some kind of wool
I am going to quilt something ..
more than ordinary. Why not?
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 4/16/2010 2:27:03 AM
more than ordinary...why not?
when the ordinary becomes the extraordinary
life steps up a wonderful notch
until we can see finally
the ordinary is always the extraordinary
where miracles abound...
each moment of this sacredness
is where love can be found
from within this place of tenderness
we share a common bond...
love's breath can always touch us
if our hearts are never bound
 hthrfthrhd
Joined: 1/1/2010
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Posted: 4/16/2010 6:46:29 AM
What a glorious and uplifting sound,
as each foot slaps faster to the hard ground.
My chest heaves with each short breath that I take,
if I don’t stop soon, all my ribs might break.

I must continue into the dark night,
and go ‘til morning when it’ll be light.
By the new dawn, I’ll take a look and see,
is it from you or myself that I flee?
 hthrfthrhd
Joined: 1/1/2010
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Posted: 4/16/2010 5:29:04 PM
When I hear that buzzing bee,
Lord, put me down on my knee.
How you have been good to me,
let the world endlessly see.

I thank you now and forever,
watch me grow in each endeavor.
I glorify you in my song,
bring me the love for which I long.
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
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Posted: 4/16/2010 6:04:39 PM
bring me the love for which I long.
i paid my dues and know whats wrong
i wont sell out for the price of a song
i wont sell today for my sorrow

it still all makes sense if you glance and are tight
and make the decision that you know you aint right
ive had better days but still i aint that bright
i aint bailing for the sake of tomorrow

(bad poem)
 hthrfthrhd
Joined: 1/1/2010
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Posted: 4/16/2010 7:31:41 PM
I ain’t bailing for the sake of tomorrow,
you might think you know the most of my sorrow.
What I have revealed to you is so little,
if you knew the truth, you would play your fiddle.

Your fiddle’s strings would wail like my aching heart,
the piercing sounds would hit your ears like a dart.
The bursting of your eardrums would surely hurt,
last time we spoke on the phone you were so curt.
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
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Posted: 4/16/2010 7:43:18 PM
last time we spoke you were so curt.
but we never spoke so i am hurt
words lay ready for a sudden blurt
whats it your selling to me

i wont buy you time on a tuesday
i dont care what happens next
i see the sunrise between today and doomsday
i got no use for the lost and perplexed
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 4/18/2010 1:48:44 PM
all I heard was a silent and invisible sigh
as if the air had been released from the sky
as if the oceans and rivers had all run dry
but our heavenly world did not just die
instead it began to grow and multiply
with a level of consciousness ever so high
 himynameisSarah
Joined: 5/27/2009
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Posted: 4/18/2010 7:54:17 PM
with a level of consciousness ever so high
can you take me there?
please hold my hand
I might be scared
to drip past places
I've never seen
can I live in the real and still be me?

OH shit, just realized I wasn't posting on a regular thread...
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 4/18/2010 8:44:39 PM
But all I heard was a silent and invisible sigh
(miscalculation)
You heard a child being born
you heard mud smearing this face
you even heard a silent sleeping..
then you heard despair
then you hear a kick! Loud.
each one dying, is just one less than you.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 4/18/2010 8:49:08 PM
...sorry. wa1..you and then somebody else posted...oh well.
with a level of conscousness ever so high
I think I was four.
I am outside, I am a target of sunshine.
I am body, nothing more. I feel good.
During my dirty thirties, something escaped this scene.
Mind is less than matter.
 WeAre1
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Posted: 4/19/2010 4:40:07 AM
no apology needed, 60! it happens often with overlapping, just not so much lately...
attempting to patch them together...not sure it will make sense....


'can I live in the real and still be me?
each one dying, is just one less than you...
mind is less than matter'....

so what is it we're after?

living in the real is beyond the chatter,
when the ego dies is what we're after
releasing us to the stillness...

where mind does not so much matter
body stops trying to run faster
heart keeps loving forever after
 HAMAZING
Joined: 10/21/2007
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Posted: 4/20/2010 7:50:45 AM
A faded footprint lost in the sands of time gone by
A spark of imagination gets me high
No laminate, wonton soup
winging a broken scene
Fly'n the blue skies, where the clouds taste of marshmellow white
Glide'n Island to massive lands, Oh, the demands....

Rolling waves, tiding their flows
Sand corrupts the footsteps hole
An imprint left of carrying force
A pick me up, loading this course....

Lovers, Friends, Companions of Sort
We take our turns
The Habitat we've become accustomed to stale our air
Pushing beneath, a gust comes
Soaring past a retrival of reprieve....

Can't you see?
FORUMS validiaty is a wealth of its own
a hunger that most crave
for a direction
a determination
appreciation



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 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
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Posted: 4/20/2010 8:19:29 AM
(we have one, its under the registration tab~ then it comes up. Heck of a place.)

appreciation
in a days rest
from playing too hard
with my buddies
even though I dont drink
therefore make beer runs
and win at poker
only to buy dinner
cause I feel bad for
taking their money
when they do so much
if I can keep them
sober long enough
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 350
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Posted: 4/20/2010 11:02:06 PM
stop hiding and pretending your are dead
Why?
Pretend that you are alive.
It really takes the cake.
Walking the walk
talking the endless talk...
holding up a sinking sky.
Excuse me...who really is alive?
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