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 60to70
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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 ....it always comes.
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
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?
 mz taken
Joined: 11/30/2007
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Posted: 7/7/2010 7:30:48 PM
lethal injection, hanging or firing squad; which one would it be
are any of them warranted as a way to right the wrong
it's a strong innate pull to not let the ogre free
leaving further misery strewn as they plow thru the throng
but is death the form of retribution
that best fits this monsters actions
many would be eager to administer that injection
it does give one thought to their own reaction...
 iceaxe
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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
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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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
Oh...yes..blue
and your nose
and your stern mouth
softened monthly by a smile
genuine, very apt
lets see..how 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.
 ...rosie...
Joined: 6/30/2007
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Posted: 7/8/2010 11:36:23 PM
this then is the earth
heart beat of mother nature
her rhythm varies

smiling
i think of the essence
her high desert fragrance
after summer rains

(am waiting for monsoon season!!)
 mz taken
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Posted: 7/9/2010 12:17:30 AM
after summer rains
the air is palpably thick and heavy
expecting relief, the heat remains
relief comes in the form of a swim in the levee

in SoCAL June gloom lingers
a blessing for sure
no burning sun rays fingers
a mild summer so pure

being early mid-July there's still the chance
for sweltering humidity
powerful enough to induce a trance
which can easily affect our humanity

I will count my lucky stars
and not question why
the barometer bars
haven't yet hit sky high
 andover1111
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Posted: 7/9/2010 12:51:20 AM
haven't yet hit sky high
though I've been high enough
floated on air, laughed from my soul,
got going when the going got tough
it still seems as easy as ever
to open a new connection
my heart so easy to enter
though defenses say seek protection
but what's the worst that can happen
if we dig into love that can fade
we've spent our time in a joyous place
and sleep in the bed that we've made
 montrg
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Posted: 7/9/2010 4:08:25 AM
and sleep in the bed that we've made
or turn and run
and then yet learn to fly
or trampled and possessed
what the herd has to say
deaf to the song
of the birds in each day
not screaming or crying
or knowing what to say
and turn blind eye
hadn't learned how to fly
so choose to laugh dance and sigh
sun shines bright
seeing moon in the sky
in a heart bird's windsong
blue and white luscious sky
gypsy songs never die
don't cry for me i didn't die
learning how to fly.
 sinlov
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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
 WeAre1
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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?
 iceaxe
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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
 Rasko
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Posted: 7/10/2010 3:59:29 PM
like the last drop of ink from the quill
like the last drop of moonshine from the still
like the last drop of hope before i pay the bill
i wanna eat ribs cooked by barbeque will

where harleys and triumphs and egos throw down
in the name of soul food cooked under ground
the cholesterol is ok for i know where im bound
knocked out by a bullet that made no sound

shot in the back i got mad and walked on
to my guitar to make up a song
i can drag it out but i dont know how long
i can say im half right when i know im half wrong


Howdy Ice. love you man.
 iceaxe
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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...
 WeAre1
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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
definitely
share a love that's not imaginary
 iceaxe
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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
 WeAre1
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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
 Rasko
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Posted: 7/10/2010 6:21:36 PM
my daughter's too young to remember
when i was dead on the street
scraped off the street in december
when my prey took me as young meat

the bunny's long dead, so that was that
i held onto hope till he fried his mad hat
i know that i will survive the hole
to face the white rabbit and fill my role

bonghits on toadstools do insects sit
as no one knows where to go
the war is on, its tag your it
we need to drift to what i dont know

(actually, i havent done a bonghit in over 20 years).
 iceaxe
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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
 xlr8ingmargo
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Posted: 7/10/2010 8:00:53 PM
just more idle words from your friend ice
and you friend Margo too,
XXX Kisses
its what I do...
(thanks for all the peotry everyone)
 iceaxe
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Posted: 7/10/2010 8:21:04 PM
its what I do
she said to me
then let me go
just let me be
I swallowed your hook
and it snagged on my heart
and that's not even the hardest part
no the hardest part would be my head
why didn't you cast the line there instead
twas it you or me said let's go to bed
and let the chips fall where they may
well the salsa was hot and it burned going down
and the chips tipped in bed and fell over the ground
like creamy guacamole that slowly turns brown
its best when its fresh as baked bread
but stale and hard it makes a good bait
just pierce it with hook, cast your line and wait
but when lust turns to love and then slowly to hate
toss em back in the drink and then anchors away
 Rasko
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Posted: 7/10/2010 8:40:05 PM
toss em back in the drink and then anchors away
lost pirate maps as memories decay
i know where im going but where i was i cant say
at the scene of the crime what i did was amscrae

but under the torture of persuction
i thought it was a joke
for their imagination of dissolution
did not make me choke

i am holding to the boycott on AZ, sorry. what is being proposed borders one step from the germans asking jews for papers in poland.
that should not happen and can not be allowed to happen here.
 iceaxe
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Posted: 7/10/2010 9:01:32 PM
did not make me choke
did not make me blush
did not get me excited
not the slightest rush
I wasn't turned smitten
like a kitten on crack
no chills or goosebumps
ran down my back
kept my sweet cool
no look of surprise
when she nibbled my neck
then stared in my eyes
no choker here
just a steel poker face
you think you got me
with perfume and lace
you thought I would crumble
or bumble my words
you've hit on the big time
now go back to your nerds
hey where are you going
you teasing sweet tart
didn't want you to go
just playing the part
no drama you say
is in your pertoire
shoot straight you say
just be who you are
so I shook like an earthquake
and sweated a quart
and wordless and stammering
came my retort
that's cute she said
you remind me of Brave
then said that's her chihuahua
and I felt like a knave
with tail tucked firm
between my legs
I begged like a dog
but then she reneges
so if you want love
on your own special terms
be prepared for the snub
and a blush that burns
 WeAre1
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Posted: 7/11/2010 2:43:15 AM
a blush that burns
a body that turns
faces to see
her natural beauty
emanating energy
that we all carry
but on her it flowed free
naturally....eternally
now just a memory
forever haunting me
 sinlov
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Posted: 7/11/2010 8:49:54 AM
forever haunting me
hmm a love with no terms
no what would that be
you go your way, I go mine,
many happy returns
no good for each other
yet chose to copulate
have those congical visits
tormented by the thought,
I ever was in it
but love was sweet
it was in the air
or was it the pollution
made me think it was the solution
enjoyed it all, a faded tapestry
even have the gulls. to say
yea call me tomorrow
the fugking, the fighting
it never ends
seems the only thing constant,
my own little friend
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