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 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
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a perpetual motion of life & death& a cog turning eternally
winding around lifes small people and problems yet sternly
never once retreating to take that a$$ beating
the devil throws at you from a distance almost cheating
masking hiding what it really wants to say
knowing simple stupid should quietly pray
and await what's surely coming to them one day
those that live in glass houses, it true what they say
 knightwhosaysnih
Joined: 4/2/2009
Msg: 427
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2010 5:46:48 PM
you will become truly free
when it’s discovered that
the shackles of others expectations
can in fact be escaped
and when the harshest inner voices
are banished from the choir
inherently flawed creatures
but at least we try
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
Msg: 428
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2010 6:10:04 PM
but at least we try
one new thing every day,
to learn from our mistakes
and the consequences,
how to smile at stupid jokes
still laughing at the silly,
making new friends
diverse but strange,
to embrace these differences
aware of our unified humanity,
loving each new day
like it is our last
 knightwhosaysnih
Joined: 4/2/2009
Msg: 429
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Posted: 6/13/2010 8:04:14 PM
and into every pore it might seep
at a rate so small as to escape notice
but over time concentrations build
filling the cells made for
independent thought
with noxious propaganda
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
Msg: 430
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2010 8:09:42 PM
with noxious propaganda
they can save the panda
but pollute the gulf coast
for a profit they will boast
the mess we all will live
Mother Nature will not forgive
she will pour out her wrath
likes shes taking a bath
and remind stupid men
this is her den...
They need to play nice!
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2010 8:32:04 PM
They need to play nice
the men with the dice
gambling with your money
is their nasty sad vice

profits to the prophets
but the losses are yours
take that to the bank
you bunch of suckers

a payoff to madoff
lands one man in the pen
as the kings in their towers
pay the crusty white men

so their bidding is done
in the chambers and halls
of a house of cards
that inevitably falls
 knightwhosaysnih
Joined: 4/2/2009
Msg: 432
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/13/2010 8:32:47 PM
They need to play nice
But they never do
As if the two could be
Independently weighted
In favour of the latter
They say we can balance
The environmental cost
With the economic gain
A failed understanding of
Political power
Which ultimately belongs to
Fungi, bacteria and green plants


obviously too slow
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
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Posted: 6/13/2010 8:42:37 PM
Fungi, bacteria and green plants
were squeezing out of his pants
and he had to run all day
to keep the rodents away

the fetid aroma was coma inducing
reducing my eyes to tears
and I am not sure but deducing
he hadn't bathed in years
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 434
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Posted: 6/13/2010 9:06:08 PM
If...
he hadn't bathed in years
He should have left..behind
nothing but his words.
I cannot imagine denying
a day when my body submerges
into a river that shocks my senses
awakens my appetitite...I need
this more than more. Clean
becomes a beginning (again)
I need to end scoured.
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
Msg: 435
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Posted: 6/14/2010 7:37:45 AM
The cleansing of the soul sublime
Living life in the prime
But what is happening is a crime
While the gulf is full of slime

We can't turn on a dime
And change the tune of the chime
It isn't a simple rhyme
That's run out of time
 davidsauvignon
Joined: 2/6/2008
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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/14/2010 11:18:52 AM
That's run out of time
as he lie expiring
contemplating his contributions
hoping they were inspiring
to those whom he'd loved
and some still desiring

a wry smile turns to a grin
wondering what journey
he's about to begin
while his breaths become shallow
ultimately very thin
with only one regret
not seeing her again
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
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Posted: 6/14/2010 2:08:39 PM
not seeing her again
ethereal her form
misty clouds enshroud
that's the norm, sadly yes, the norm

but the breeze that frees the vision
from dusty trails through my mind
and a smile is then emitted
is it hers or is it mine

was it eons ago my loved one
or was that yesterday
photos faded as memories
slowly slip away

would I know you if I saw you now
would you laugh at what I've become
or haven't, perhaps I should say
still the same old bum

or would there be stirred a fiery broth
that flows over when the lid is lifted
after hours, days, months, and years
since our love mysteriously drifted
 hthrfthrhd
Joined: 1/1/2010
Msg: 438
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Posted: 6/14/2010 7:16:45 PM
Since our love mysteriously drifted,
the burden of it has now been lifted.
It was easy at first, no work at all,
until one day, I got your lover’s call.

Or was it a text, I don’t remember,
I know the month was surely November.
The skies were dark, the wind blew, oh so cold,
now, in another’s arms, I will grow old.
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
Msg: 439
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Posted: 6/14/2010 8:00:03 PM
(in memory)
now in anothers arms I will grow old,
that is but a distant dream~
or at least its a quatro blade razor
so close yet so far,
remembering you both still
the emotions of the ying and yang,
it is my love and I will keep it
grown into the foundations of existance,
how some days I hate you both for leaving me here
like a payment for every single evil sin
then all it takes,
is that one simple act or song or smell or memory,
to remind me of what once was in blissful delight...
it is my love and I will keep it always
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
Msg: 440
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Posted: 6/15/2010 5:19:31 PM
(hugs and a kiss my Rasko; I missed you sweetness! Thanks for the water...)

a lie to then plead the fifth
through the sands of time I sift
carefully reviewing each grain
as my eyes begin to strain
it all becomes one big pile
of memories I thought to file
upon that instant rewind
there is something I always find
that my soul I will feed
by the fifth I did plead
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Posted: 6/16/2010 1:40:35 PM
True treasure or merely fool's gold
I always wondered what true life really holds
Is it material, all glitter and gold
or born from within folds of your souls

like some I seek to find the trueth nearby
sometimes on a moutain, up near the sky
or laying in the grass so green, thankful
thankful for what i have and grateful even for loss

for even through the loss I've gained
perhaps it's knowledge, yes some understanding
perhaps we know next what next to refrain
if I knew then what I know now, where would I be landing?
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
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Posted: 6/16/2010 3:07:41 PM
if I knew then what I know now, where would I be landing?
on my bum or on my head or on my two feet standing
hindsight in my mind's right nearly perfect vision
lot o good it does me now as doc makes the initial incision

just cut it out and let me pout about my poor life choices
sure it's easy to find fault but where THEN were your voices
the frail fail like a rusty old nail when hammered on the head
is it life or strife or going under the knife that one should truly dread
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
Msg: 443
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/16/2010 3:28:02 PM
(it sure is good to have the boys posting!!!)
is it life or strife or going under the knife that one should truly dread
I say it is being numb to the world around us virtually dead,
the mubbling zombies going through the motions for a paycheck
are the plastic Prada products produced plentifully up to my neck,
I am one that chooses to stop and breathe beauty's bountiful boasting
while at the sandy sultry shoreline shimmering in the sun roasting,
knowing none of life's obsessions possessions recessions really matter
its in the mix of what we call life on the spoon eating the batter
 iceaxe
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Posted: 6/16/2010 4:25:35 PM
life on the spoon eating the batter
that was his mojo, getting fatter and fatter
and when I would question he'd say it's no matter
life is good so you better enjoy

well if life is so good should it not be prolonged
and isn't the gym where he really belonged
then he gave me a look that was very prolonged
and said his idol was the Pillsbury doughboy

so go to your gym he said very snidely
as his cavernous mouth he opened more widely
biding time with sweet slime as he sat there idly
you make me more hungry the more you annoy
 sinlov
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Posted: 6/17/2010 6:32:36 AM
did I just turn into that tiresome brat?
chasing cat around a room with no doors
no holes, no floors , a big round sphere
wouldn't due for Alice to be here
she'd swear she was on drugs inside a big round ball
first cat , flower, preacher, another I refuse to recall
but yet it seems the cat dug claws in
and got out once again

Hugh?? what does this mean its too early in the morning.
 iceaxe
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Posted: 6/17/2010 11:32:01 AM
got out once again
life so free outside the pen
my master's a disaster no love for me
like to lift my leg on his shoes and pee

now out on my own nose down for a bone
for days and days he would leave me alone
now on the prowl, no longer penned
but damn it all if he isn't still my best friend
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
Msg: 447
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Posted: 6/17/2010 11:59:30 AM
if he isnt still my best friend
I would cry and beg forgiveness
they are all my dearest family
each with that one quality
I love more than the rest
every special thing
making them all my own
loving them more each day
getting it all back ten fold
knowing the gift is giving
smiling into tomorrow
 davidsauvignon
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Posted: 6/18/2010 7:15:51 AM
but it does take effort to be ever mindful
with that heart trustingly given to thee
to cherish it, to tend to it, to mend it
when things aren’t as they ought to be

while it’s often quipped two beat as one
qualms remain for those cores shaken
destined to an infinite, scathing arrhythmia?
or enlightenment of the path we’ve taken
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
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Posted: 6/18/2010 8:18:22 AM
enlightment of the path we've taken
earth quake our foundations shaken,
brushed the debris aside in the road
left all the baggage no need for the load,
rubbed my eyes so I could clearly see
I am in the world and the world in me...
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Posted: 6/18/2010 12:47:48 PM
I am in the world and the world in me
searching for clean air to breathe
awakening on a new road in the sunshine,
playing into the darkness with our minds
a shallow gasp of air to shallow people
means its time to stick in the needle
as we beg for forgiveness despite our greed
uncaring of what others need
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