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Msg: 851
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(and always have good tires...)
what a lovely testament to your mother.
Each mother that is like yours
gives a measure of strength
a long history of understanding how to survive.
Celebrate good, loving mothers.
A gift.
Joined: 12/1/2010
Msg: 852
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Posted: 12/16/2010 11:11:07 PM
A gift
I miss her
can't wait to get home
and walk the hills
see my old pathways
deer walk by
it's so nice and quiet
that sky
that turns above you
like a compass to my heart
down in a holler
Where good memories get their start...
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 853
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Posted: 12/17/2010 8:51:30 AM
Where good memories get their start..
right from a loving heart
what to get a mom, who's done so much for me
forever nuturing, sometimes overly
nothing would ever be enough
times she comforts me when life is rough
no monetary value can complete
no compensation could compete
other than to do her wishes
like honey please do your dishes,
pay your bills on time,
I don't need one thin dime
shopping for a heart so big
who would never take a swig
neither take a smoke
who still laughs at fathes stale jokes
and tells us don't be crude
although he's kind of rude
at times he a blast,
until you make him mad
pretend it's Christmas everyday
that what she used to say
and in her heart, I know she means
Don't change for one day
as if it would seem
Joined: 12/1/2010
Msg: 854
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Posted: 12/17/2010 12:17:32 PM
Don't change for one day as if it would seem
don't change for anyone
just bust at the seams
live your life hurried and disorganized
stay obsessed over a married guy
drink cheap liquor and then try to forget
the awful headache every morning you wake up with
more lies
more tries
at nothing
**** a ring
I'd rather just not look at the final score
I know in my heart forever more
that you will remain, til the end of my days
and I wonder where we'll be, my love?
Where will we be
as our hearts ache and remember
will I actually ever
get elected?
Will you be smiling at me with a metal plate in your head
tube down your throat
some ridiculously plastic-coated Barbie
wiping your spit from a collar
stained with my lipstick
from so many nights ago
and that stupid **** doesn't even know
why you wear it
****ing shit
get out of that wheelchair
and come let me braid your hair
I want to do it no other way...

...(imagination ran wild)...
Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 855
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Posted: 12/18/2010 2:58:56 PM
"its all wrong"
comes the shout
what's it all about?
Is that your song
or my tune?
is any one listening?
the moon
bright and glistening
And sounds of night
rang pure and quiet
and that one lone
call belted out
It was heard
By someone deaf
to beauty
sung by all
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 856
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Posted: 12/19/2010 1:30:57 PM
sung by all, so fleetingly
as we hurry never missing a beat
to in a hurry to smell the roses
every word to you imposes
barely enough time to speak
even less to care, its the freak
I know you have a heart
and in fact I know its large
if you understand a childs needs
and the practice of no greed
to believe in Santa and not God
sounds like faith misplaced
sermon for today because no wonder
this poor world has gone asunder
all I want you to do is have a little
faith, more in God than the human race
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 857
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Posted: 12/20/2010 4:33:42 PM
Is the madness of the hidden under cover
there right next to my lover
or could be one in the same
but for now we pretend to call no name
when mets and were all ruined
boy I believe I'll be spewing
missed the chariot because I caught a ride
who knew the damn devil was inside
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 858
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Posted: 12/22/2010 3:39:53 PM
really lost & given over to the liar as time will tell
this earth it might be for you and me ...swell
far less likely that you know,
one day that you succumb so low
dragging self on the internet undressed
try to find an inner best, or live this cativating quest
my gear is on for harlets that throw stones
if my saviour has gotten me thus this far alone
know you'd think the door's ajar
that distance will keep us apart
devil slides in she feels invited
look i shot again ... i'm excited
there must be more to your dumb life
we have forgiven looks despite
the picture was so plainly there
bet you thought someone cared
now surprised to see we don't
I know it still doesn't mean you won't
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 859
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Posted: 12/23/2010 7:31:22 PM
only space to keep us alive
good thing.
space is essential
to breathing.
space is the last I checked
worthy of my respect.
In space I absolutely floated
in Christmas.
Space freed me to say...
Merry Christmas to first liners, last liners
if you have lived, you have done more
to respect
Happy New year!
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 860
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Posted: 12/25/2010 7:27:15 AM
be happy my daughter and please dont ask why
there are tears in my eyes and blue in the sky
just salt to the earth in liquid form
and as for the blue that's just the norm
far be it from me to wish my opinion
will form the foundation of your dominion
my thoughts are old as the mold in my head
and you so fresh find your own instead
for the answers you seek don't peak in my mind
they are dated and fated to speaking unkind
for time is a seamstress whose thread goes bare
and weak as the whisps of my thinning grey hair
And I just a potter with a new bowl of clay
but you need to fill it your own special way
Joined: 8/7/2007
Msg: 861
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Posted: 12/27/2010 7:18:30 AM
you need to fill it your own special way
let it overflow not lest you lose precious drops
but secure the contents so they remain by your heart
with the knowing that at this moment the wondering stops.
Don't spread it around 'til the volume has run out
keep it all for yourself; that's your own special reward
The other must fill their own vessels with learning
they will find it inch by inch and then gain it yard by yard.
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 862
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Posted: 12/27/2010 5:38:40 PM
they will find it inch by inch and then gain it yard by yard
we know some lessons are kinda hard
lessons of love, some of money, many of people
hurt the most above church and steeple
which will you find a higher regard for
is it love or do people that matter more
money will not return the love,
sometimes the people either
trust the love you have
found in other people
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 863
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Posted: 12/27/2010 10:14:27 PM
I am up for the things that may clot
like ice cream
a year old child's smile
the way the wind wisps, cools, humours
my always descent into nothing that matters
and what clotted the most
was my heart
struggling to understand
why nothing is greater than a singular beauty
e.g. when you last smiled....when was that?
Why is the fortune one is handed?
the last thing one remembers.
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 864
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Posted: 12/28/2010 6:18:17 AM
the last thing one remembers
was staring at the embers
where tongues of flame once blazed
before the past was raised
like peeing on hot coals
with transgressions all exposed
its time to bury the hatchet
my sternly faced Miss Ratchet
to nurse the wounds or cauterize
searing flesh with naked eyes
grab more kindling or grab a pail
is it time to sail or time to bail
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 865
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Posted: 12/28/2010 1:36:00 PM
is it time to sail or time to bail
hard to tell drinking all that ale
but astonishing enough
being here is a plus
kiss, lick, and spit at people
as long as you feel there not your equal
but the ale will dry up one day
then there debts to pay
making amends to all lost friends
and the ones you could have had
had you had not been so mad
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 866
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Posted: 12/29/2010 8:27:00 AM
had I not been so mad
around christmas sitting in chair
christmas I must remeber to heed
things everywhere
wondering if I was truely blest
to have these two men like boys
that want extravogant toys
the curse that I recieved
enough to make a mother grieve
refuse to sign onto a plan
suck it up now be a man
they want phones with internet
I said no, with some reget
but god was there and he was listening
less than 12 hrs away who needs the doctor
attitudes like this I did not proctor
something cheaper not a two year agreement
get some insurance and a ride, you have nothing to represent
puking 8 times knocked, the phone's in the tub
now tell me who needs back rub
guess I have to remember, these other time
when I was proud to call them mine
when i felt blessed God gave them to me
be thankful and grateful, must remember to heed
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 867
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Posted: 1/3/2011 11:30:00 AM
wrapped in plastic for transit, whats the deal
don't know where I 'll get my last meal
dirt is done now its time to clean
anyone got some extra mean green
the cleanser u know its powerful stuff
long as you don't breath in the fumes too much
the soaps not over too early in this life to tell
I'm still young and restless yet bold and beautiful
still thinking about the man last night
who winked to let me know he was watching
started my heart to throbbing
I was flattered, him all dressed I was tattered
just for a minute I imagined....
oh that right I can't say that... I'm old fashioned
while doing things mind kept wondering
back to where he was at
just couldn't do it out of respect
but if I get my chance again
I'll not bite my tongue, my friend
give him the wink, pray he ask what I think
so suave, so debonaire, yet down to earth
had me wondering what he did since birth
if I get the chance again, I not choke on my words
as I speak softly, but not from my mouth
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 868
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Posted: 1/5/2011 9:39:57 PM
Finding their way and where they belong
Until...the sky hurries into a panic
of where I belong.
Birds are programmed. I am not.
My given freedom is my sorrow, my loss...
My understanding is....bent, young, over the pond.
This best was easy.
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 869
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Posted: 1/6/2011 10:00:28 AM
this best was easy, although I was sleepy
I had a cold and was sneezing,
effortlessly I got though it all
now its time to get on the ball

a mind can take you some strange places
be careful no one knows what their fate is
bereaved, bereft, cut off completely
dealt that hand i felt so defeted
for the times that I felt so bad
thought I lost every friend I had
I discovered the friend inside
whos knows the secrets I can not hide

never alone its been written
and all my sins are forgiven.....
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 870
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Posted: 1/7/2011 8:12:26 AM
which direction your heart flows in the spriritual ebb
only God can tell, not left to you or me,
to tell me how its gonna be
God knows I'm a sinner trying to Sin Not
he knows I'm no murderer, and really not a theif
knows I went to college , have degrees in carnal knowledge (not reall)
I am trying not to lust, for in him I should put my trust
joker, smoker, midnight tokker (what ever that is I stay up all night daily)
yes I am a sinner, didn't mean to hurt no one
playing music, I like to have fun
mans forever judging actions, never mind the intent
can't look inside the heart to see whats really meant
I suppose action as opposed louder than the words
times no action or reation speaks louder than whats heard
Joined: 1/4/2011
Msg: 871
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Posted: 1/7/2011 7:54:17 PM
louder than whats heard~
my mind marches forward in philosophical thought
debating deep in the firing neurons of electrical impulse
feeding my body with calculated movements in a blink
are thoughts faster than the speed of light?
or are they lost only as quickly?
might I remember the good ones well
holding them close in mine heart
reminding me I am but a mere visitor
upon the shores walked before me
leaving sand in my shoes

Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 872
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Posted: 1/7/2011 10:36:45 PM
leaving sand in my shoes
is never as hard as leaving
the epitome of beauty
sun, something so squeezingly beautiful
blue sky, this look in your eyes
are always gone...each look after this
becomes furtive, lonely, gone
we leave each other at some given point.
last time I looked....
I was leaving the room.
Joined: 1/4/2011
Msg: 873
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Posted: 1/8/2011 11:54:21 AM
in the land of the free where so many sob
they marry for money to a fat slob
to eat ribs taters and corn on the cob
and lazy days to turn into a blob

(hugs and a kiss my J~)
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 874
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Posted: 1/8/2011 2:38:17 PM
you know you are my friend
though you may not want to be
one day will grow to an understanding
to be less demanding
to agree, to disagree
you might end up liking me
but for now you can assume
that in my heart you have a room
Joined: 1/4/2011
Msg: 875
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Posted: 1/8/2011 5:50:47 PM
in my heart you have a room
furnished modestly but well
with bright sun lit windows
carefully placed lace curtains
and an old quilt from days gone
sewn with the love of generations
by worn hands and eyes that could
no longer see the small stitches ~
but ever so perfect still from memories
made so long ago they are but a day dream...
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