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 sinlov
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I'm longing for the other
the other dream that I had
for it was much better and didn't smother
in fact to have it I was glad
but the nightmare that is mine now
leaves me in shaking fits
and scretches through my brain plowing
the only way to get rid of it
is to wipe the slate clean
it when I find i don't remember shit
there are no troble in my dreams
oh and don't eat before bedtime
lots of spicy stuff
then must likely I don't have it too rough
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
Msg: 952
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Posted: 8/29/2010 6:31:46 PM
I dont have it too rough~
we sound like spoiled Americans
we dont even know what real rough is
we think we have an idea with our "Missions"
the so called trips that help people~
who are we really kidding anyway?
Take a look around and be thankful
even misery here is paradise in comparison
yet we dare to complain
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 953
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Posted: 8/30/2010 7:19:53 AM
yet we dare to complain
look who's worse off than you
like the guy who cleans
the elephant cage at the zoo
or the woman who mops
the barroom floor
of spit, and vomit
and who knows what more
and how 'bout the guy
just back from Iraq
with loss of limbs
that won't ever grow back
then there's the miners
faces blackened with fright
caught in a darkness
more lonely than night
so sing me your lament
are your feet in cement
is a knife at your throat
is your last dollar spent
so spare me your anguish
as you languish in self-pity
and think of the guy at the zoo
with his boots all shi††y
 andover1111
Joined: 12/2/2009
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Posted: 8/30/2010 8:40:57 AM
with his boots all shi††y
he showed up at my door
same old grin
I knew from before
the years piled on
they had not been kind
no matter to me
love his spirit and mind
those raw joyous souls
sometimes cross our path
they struggle with demons
bemoan the aftermath
of their rough choices
or days of bad luck
their phonecalls at midnight
when they need a buck
but in those eyes I see
the boy of our youth
and we see in each other
all we need of life's proof
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
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Posted: 8/30/2010 11:15:04 AM
all we need of life's proof
of the need to press on
is the notion that life
is much like a song
the intro is sweet
before the words come
just melodic voices
and a pulsating drum
a repeating chorus
shuffled with verses
roll right along
without reverses
an occasional bridge
keeps us on our toes
we set the rhythm
but we don't compose
up and down the scales
through octaves and measures
a grace note or trill
some of life's smaller treasures
some songs end
in loud cymbal violence
others just fade
slowly into long silence
then the ballad is over
the record has played
but others have heard it
so its essence has stayed
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Posted: 8/30/2010 12:36:53 PM
so its essence has strayed
but not at all,
just some not paying attention
to what you fail to mention
the days of wine and glory are gone
but yes we dream that its not for long
who says they're not grateful and thankful
just because were not toting real bankfuls
make sure that your dreams are not up in the stars
keep feet firmly planted and play with the cards
the cards your dealt with, the ones on the table
don't like the name then change the label
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
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Posted: 8/30/2010 4:15:10 PM
don't like the name then change the label
don't like the moral then read a new fable
don't care for the dance step just play a new song
if you don't fancy the geisha then get a new gong
if your hands full of diamonds and the trump is hearts
jump up from the table and go and play darts
if you don't like the beer then find a new drink
and if you don't like me I don't care what you think
 andover1111
Joined: 12/2/2009
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Posted: 8/30/2010 4:31:29 PM
and if you don't like me I don't care what you think
I can't please 'em all I'd go over the brink
I'll make up some standards that I can live up to
and hang with people I can lift a cup to
some think I'm amusing some think I'm a bore
some call me free spirit come call me a whore
some think me a genius some think me a jerk
some think I'm great playtime some think I'm just work
but the only opinion that counts is my own
I'm the one I must live with when you have all flown
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
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Posted: 8/30/2010 4:36:59 PM
^^^ I heard that!
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
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Posted: 8/30/2010 5:29:38 PM
I'm the one I must live with when you have all flown
it won't be pretty but it will be a home
dishes and laundry may get outa hand
and floors and bathtub may be covered in sand
maybe I'll just go and live with the gnomes
just sit and eat mushrooms and write witty poems
and when I'm all finished and when they are read
you may better know why I never made my bed
 swamp_dude
Joined: 7/23/2007
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Posted: 8/30/2010 10:34:15 PM
know why I never made my bed
reach deep down to the back of your head
find that corner you hid in as a child
feel trepidation as emotions run wild
grab any shard of sanity
as it floats across the vanity
gets mirrored in flashes of memory
floating in the shape of anemone

as the dust bunnies collect around your feet
you may start to think of things to eat
breakfast, lunch, or after school snack
don't matter when you feel that crick in your back
remembering the day of the month might help
the schedual that's posted beside the kelp
a souvineer of a summer long gone bye
this is when I get to get up and fly
 grilledsalmon
Joined: 8/7/2007
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Posted: 8/31/2010 6:47:30 AM
This is when I get to get up and fly
It's the 3rd time today, but I'm still willin' to try.
I almost got there the 2 times before
but my feet felt glued when I got to the door.
I know I can make it, I have the right 'tude
Just needin' to figure why my heart cries "elude!"
It's out there, I know it, and all for the taking:
success and its comforts for me to start making
One more big PUSH and I'm ready to soar
if only I can find the key to unlock the door...
 andover1111
Joined: 12/2/2009
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Posted: 8/31/2010 3:35:06 PM
to unlock the door
first peep inside
scope out the spaces
darkly unknown
carved out of it's core

intuit the key's
unique shape
its curves and
protrusions
be that one that sees

fill the keyhole as a cup
spread into each nook
until with the
slightest movement
click whoosh it opens up
 swamp_dude
Joined: 7/23/2007
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Posted: 9/1/2010 9:17:50 AM
click whoosh ...
it opens up
all over the booth
I missed the cup
waitress forgive my clumbsiness
I'll gladly help clean up this mes
I know its your job but I'm such a dork
I shouldn't have pried it with my fork
I was really just trying to do my best
now I've got four extra holes in my chest
maybe a damp cloth if you can find a chance
I'm feeling a bit faint better can an ambulance
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Posted: 9/1/2010 2:28:03 PM
I'm feeling a bit faint better can an ambulance
and just call the mortition and hurst
cart me away please, send flowers to the church
burry my body, but let me stay in your heart
think of the good times, not the bad parts
think of the time we ran for the hills
made meals, and lived at each other's crib
I am gone away, who knows if its forever
maybe God or those scienctist will think of something clever
and I'll return again, uplift me from your soul
and we'll continue gleefully until the next death unfolds
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
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Posted: 9/1/2010 3:48:38 PM
(morbidity seems to be the theme today. ok.)

we'll continue gleefully until the next death unfolds
at which point we will be appropriately grim
that a comrad has gone down in flames
due to the fragility of our life and limb

pole bearer blues, the last sucking air
ironic collusions, the future is dim
there aint no promise that life will be fair
it seems more likely that fate acts on its whim
 andover1111
Joined: 12/2/2009
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Posted: 9/1/2010 7:04:34 PM
it seems more likely that fate acts on its whim
than with the grand plan people sing of in hymns
I stand in the light sometimes bright, sometimes dim
usually just treading water
the traffic jam holds me safely in place
the trip and the fall keep me out of the race
the whirl of my spin can blur, not erase
the coin flip of good life or slaughter
 grilledsalmon
Joined: 8/7/2007
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Posted: 9/2/2010 3:40:13 AM
The coin flip of good life or slaughter
She was ready to face it but the moment caught her
What ifs and what could bes surrounding her head
She'd rather be fishing but she stands there instead.
The other life - the one she surrendered
was less than the cost of the fight which it tendered
She would rather have left it behind in peace
but she left it behind with her brow in a crease.
So maybe the odds at fifty-fifty aren't so bad
We all yearn for that other life we never had.
 andover1111
Joined: 12/2/2009
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Posted: 9/2/2010 9:15:10 AM
We all yearn for that other life we never had
if we believe the grass must be greener
in truth each of us gets our share
sometimes fatter or leaner
each of us gets our joys and our woes
I can choose where my focus will be
I never really know what lies over the fence
I guess I'll just stick with me
 swamp_dude
Joined: 7/23/2007
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Posted: 9/2/2010 9:24:48 PM
I guess I'll just stick with me
he knows all the things I want to see
he even knows what I want to do
can't say the same things about you

twas only just the other day
words were spoken, well, thrown my way
black clouds didn't form in the sky
I just turned and said, goodbye.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 9/2/2010 9:31:54 PM
I guess I'll just stick with me
sometimes more serious
sometimes carefree
sometimes so rebellious
full of mutiny
sometimes too zealous
still learning to let it be
yes, guess I'll just stick with me
on this journey of discovery

ahhh....

I just turned and said goodbye
seems we both gave up and cried
felt there was no more point to try
knew the gift of us was over
knew we'd trashed our four leaf clover
knew the love was buried deep
blind from losing too much sleep
buried now in fault and blame
without the love we'd gone insane
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 9/2/2010 10:42:16 PM
without the love, we'd gone insane
how, where does love go?
Is is similar to snow?
does it melt obediently
ruled by a common sense
that is the seasons?

Why does love get buried?
What is a reason to describe
why I stopped loving...you.

Then life can be long
our emotions are very short
the weather did not agree
you liked tea, I swam in the sea.
I liked fantasy, you liked nothing,

Ha! where is love? Once I closed.
Nothing entered. Until one moment
I felt the greater power....not called
not summoned....we were all
knock knee beings. Lectured to.

Until something broke...vividly
I saw that love is more than frequently
not only necessary but inevitably
what flavours each breath I take
each movement you made.
 swamp_dude
Joined: 7/23/2007
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Posted: 9/2/2010 11:04:58 PM
each movement you made
a little closer to the grave
especially those on a Saturday night
waisted in a dark room feeling alright

'Not feeling too good myself'', bounced off the walls
while the second balcony let out cat calls
screams followed suit with the flick of a mane
nobody there knew his real name

dancers on the left and right of the stage
distracted some while others engaged
moves that could pass for defensive posture
following a rhythm similar to 'rock lobster'
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 9/2/2010 11:21:22 PM
following a rhythm similar to "rock lobster"
until I fell into my bathtub
hit my head hard enough to announce
no rain tomorrow
then I stripped off my clothes
stepped into my shower
scrubbing away every debris
that clogged my getaway
in this debacle, I remember...
oh...something very valuable.
I loved your baby picture. so.
and that wondrous babe
twenty years ago in National Geographic
with eyes that saw yesterday, tomorrow
and promised me eternal peace.
someday.
 Erota
Joined: 12/28/2009
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Posted: 9/3/2010 12:53:09 AM
That promised me eternal peace someday
while today is the tomorrow I worried about
yesterday, so it's the here and now I pray
focused on what I am after in this next chapter
worried not about what the 'who' nay's say
head held up high with much humbled pride
as I sore like an eagle and slay whats inside
conquer those demons that plot so much strife
man, life can be hard when it cuts like a knife
still I press onward with tenacities great might
While I lost a few battles like a soldier I still fight
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