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let me say...did I love myself?
ahh now arrives the real dilema
loving but not love in return
turn and burn? no, love never leaves
to give you more, overlook myself
wanting nothing more than to hold you,
and know you reside by my side
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 477
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Posted: 6/27/2010 10:53:26 AM
in a dream where anything is possible & fancy takes flight
if I close my eyes will he dissappear or just keep knocking
peeking through my window watching
longing to touch my skin underneath,
waiting for a dance when the record is over
the things you can think of when your sober
chasing a butterfly on a witches broom
or not in captivity .....god it was a full moon
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 478
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Posted: 6/27/2010 10:44:10 PM
it fully raised my hackles
now, I silently appraise
any one entering me...oh

look Sir, I heard a bell
in my head.
and missed all and every
one of your droll, funny pouring
in between you, your arms, your
soldier stance.

On the other hand
I got lucky.
I refused to bolt.
When you die
so many decades later.

I will see you as the first time.
Cowboy boots and all.
What I slowly learned.
Your mind was a diamond.

...and I enjoyed every bit
of this life, our conversation
stalled...but refused
death. You spoke.
I, of course, answered.
Joined: 1/1/2010
Msg: 479
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Posted: 6/28/2010 7:03:27 PM
You were always really there,
an answer to my blank stare.
What I sought was always near,
I’ve searched endlessly with fear.

Now I hold you, you hold me,
how much time before you flee?
Now I understand the game,
our behaviors are the same.

How much can I get from you,
before you have any clue?
I’m in it for only me,
too bad your blind eyes don’t see.
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 480
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Posted: 6/28/2010 10:56:05 PM
too bad your blind eyes don't see.
what is the true darkness.
this hardness that is my heart.
that is my intent...
at any rate the minnows
are pretty cute.
I caught a few.
Joined: 7/28/2009
Msg: 481
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Posted: 6/30/2010 6:15:11 PM
What was that crunch under my foot?
I hope not my heart or yours,
much room is left inside here
and I like you opening doors,
please come inside its rather nice
though modest and fair you'll see
the tough exterior blends away
what is left is the woman in me,
your calming voice and evening talks
I've come to enjoy more and more,
so please keep knocking on those doors
and maybe my heart shall pour...
(for my J)
Joined: 7/28/2009
Msg: 482
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Posted: 7/1/2010 8:30:49 PM
Nothing sinks low enough not to have a use
water always meets its own level
even when in a glass
and I like the drink
Joined: 12/28/2009
Msg: 483
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Posted: 7/2/2010 4:58:36 AM
If only you can figure out how to reach the moon
remember not all people eat with silver spoons
not all children have clothes with laced shoes
with a picked white fence home nor a house
food in the fridge but no power to cook
cant judge a movie by the cover of the book
these are the ones who need us the most
despite self inflicted, pain, drugs, or both
quickly we place judgment but know not their claims
only to shun without knowing their names
so reach out my friend and lets lead this crusade
for many are broken without hope for today
so give of yourself if just being kind
for it might be your son or daughter next time
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 484
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Posted: 7/2/2010 10:31:01 PM
allowing the planet to regain it's sublime
is..some form of Walt Disney
Give me the struggle.
Oh yes, Buddhists announce
a break from is not wrong
to want. It is wrong to attach.
Eeeny meenie minie moe
here I go...learning
that I love the human body.
Very much, a lot.
When I go...give my appetite
to the next one.
Joined: 7/28/2009
Msg: 485
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Posted: 7/3/2010 8:46:12 AM
keep the child within alive to chase away the shades of blue,
even if it kills you in the morning trying...

(great line there) XXX Hugs and Kisses Everyone
Have a safe and happy 4th of July weekend celebration
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 486
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Posted: 7/4/2010 9:33:34 PM
on foot.
above, I climbed these very rocks
behind me is where I came from.
before, toward a future
is a past I am willing to escape
Although, before me
the waves carry me..
clear.Clear as the first and very
only time the sky offered me an escape.
What I left was pristine. I sink into any wave...
any moment water lulled my quarrel. Alone.
Never is anybody alone...any wave is you.
We weave to a Universe never ready to drop a stitch.
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 487
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Posted: 7/4/2010 11:27:00 PM
my heart will always live there
surrounding me is a quiet ...
there are no whispers.
this pond, this child.
this very sacred moment.
my head is bent, I have no fear.
Here, this moment, I could die.
Joined: 7/28/2009
Msg: 488
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Posted: 7/5/2010 4:14:52 PM
to question time that does not beacon
is a bunch of crap when you get pepper spray,
the local Ft. Bragg Police blow boo ta ta
and screw with innocent people I say,
Got it in the face eyes and mouth WTF?
trying to stay away from the mosh pit
and asking for help from that cop he SUKCS,
he blasted me with the crap instead
gave my daughter a fat lip pushing her,
your darn right we filed a police report
I ended up in the medic tent all night yes sir,
I have epilepsy and was so dizzy I couldnt stand
all cause I wanted to hear Chevelle play,
I did have a blast at first with everyone
till a soilder (my son in law) had to carry me away,
what a bunch of garbage on the fourth
they should be ashamed to be Americans,
making me so ill like that on base no less
am I not an American?
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 489
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Posted: 7/6/2010 11:34:35 PM
then make a true effort to lift up another
why? they don't want it. You only imagine
they do.What most want is to take you down.
Where you seek is closer to self.
All of the others are not yourself.
Let others learn always comes.
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 490
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Posted: 7/7/2010 9:07:36 AM
If we learn to swallow that bitter-tasting pill we can put justice to bed
Once Pronounced, announced, or perhaps just said
Justice for one, Justice for all
especially to those who have fallen
Is the scale slanted
or weigh equally
the broke are broken and the rich
have little care, I swear
one day we better all beware
Free medical help we will not need
the haves will take the have nots
and watch them bleed. There will be no such things as justice
it's very little now. Murders get out, pedifiles paint the
town. But can't pay your child support and your locked underground.
What is justice? The ability to pay your bills
free healthcare and a homecooked meal?
freedom of speech, the right to wear what you want to to wear
or reign your own set of justice, with the weapon you bear
the ability to walk through any hometown and not be mobbed,
murdered, carjacked or robbed
to hear each mans story and give that one little sob
an eye for an eye, take what was taken from thee
lethal injection, hanging or firing squad; Which one would it be?
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 491
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Posted: 7/8/2010 1:20:37 PM
for life is sweet
remind me often
lest I let it surprise me
when a smile or a rose
or tickled toes
sneak up behind me
only to find me
in bitter repose
for nobody knows
when or how it ends
or if it even depends
on how its lived or why
torrential rain
or bluest sky
wash me clean
or bake me dry
to feel the life
inside my veins
including all
the aches and pains
let me wince
til a smile returns
convince me since
my heart still yearns
for gold and glory
and forget-me-nots
it's not the cold
nor distracting subplots
that lead you to
the palace of peace
just let them go
release, release
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 492
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Posted: 7/8/2010 11:29:37 PM
release, release
it is five o'clock
I think I looked at you.
its been awhile.
You still have arms.
I loved your arms.
You had eyes...
I stopped looking
and your nose
and your stern mouth
softened monthly by a smile
genuine, very apt
lets you walked.
heavy...oh your mind
never understood...
kindness is like rain.
after a duration of spectacle.
and...come here...your smell
is every history that every
had the nerve to stand, walk...
this then is the earth.
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 493
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Posted: 7/9/2010 6:23:55 AM
learning how to fly
so hard to get by
stay opened minded
love and treat with kindness
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 494
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Posted: 7/10/2010 4:18:13 AM
while humans prowl the world
it will never be perfect
and yet who are we to say
what perfection is anyway?
could it not be
it's all balanced perfectly?
can we not see
there is a sacred energy
weaving webs by our design
creating suffering for all time
and loving life and death sublime...
or learning now how to define
what's real and what's imaginary?
how strong is our creativity?
could it not actually be
we're creating our reality
and though it may seem imperfectly,
could this all just be imaginary?
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 495
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Posted: 7/10/2010 3:40:23 PM
could this all just be imaginary?
a fragile fleeting spin through time
teetering like a coal dusted canary
perched upon a burning vine
strung over a gorge of depth immense
from which mists and beasts echo forth
caught in a flash of the present tense
somewhere alone between south and north
is it a dream from which we escape
when the sun slips over the hill
and is the last breath before slippery death
like the last drop of ink from the quill
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 496
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Posted: 7/10/2010 5:10:17 PM
i can say im half right when i know im half wrong
as I sip from the cup that's half full all night long
and he writes just like this when penning a song
the last line doesn't rhyme with the others

we go back a ways through wine flavored days
we both drink the broth and sometime he pays
and it doesn't much matter what anyone says
we feel just like long lost brothers

Rasko, you rascal, there's a story to tell...
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 497
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Posted: 7/10/2010 5:16:30 PM
we feel just like long lost brothers
one sister and her brothers three
together for all eternity
lauging and crying and running along
making it up and writing the song
one plays the trumpet
the other guitar
one works for hollywood
we all live quite far
away from each other
one sister three brothers
yet soon we will be
together...this family...
laughing and crying
hugging and sighing
all grown up, supposedly....
this sister and her brothers three
share a love that's not imaginary
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Msg: 498
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Posted: 7/10/2010 5:32:24 PM
share a love that's not imaginary
or do hard time with the toothless fairy
fool me once had my head in a vice
called it love, almost went there thrice

is it real or memories faded
was there true love before we hated
or slight of hand with a false bottomed hat
well the bunny's long dead, so that was that
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 499
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Posted: 7/10/2010 5:39:11 PM
well the bunny's long dead,
so that was that
'fraid it was eaten by the cat
a love/hate affair
they had on a dare
my son's too young to remember

hey ice and rasko....good to see you
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 500
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Posted: 7/10/2010 7:48:24 PM
hard to resist that first line:

we need to drift to what i dont know
but we are the stars in our own picture show
so make it happen not just once or twice
juicy fruity the offering now take a slice

go on let it drip its nectar perfume
let go of the zoom, and the need to consume
for every action is tagged with a price
just more idle words from your friend ice
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