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 grilledsalmon
Joined: 8/7/2007
Msg: 1026
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Where money & cheap sex is worshipped to a standing ovation
I walk the streets with my head hung low
Can't decide if I should enter and make therein a fair donation
Or ignore them all and keep my wits in tow
They offer escape from the circle of my inner thoughts
I need to be rid of this contant yearning
Let me go worship at their altar before my nerve rots
Perhaps I will be the one who is learning
I am too quick to judge the ones who enter with wallets open
Maybe they have the right idea and it's I who errs
For all I know they would even gladly welcome the sainted Pope in
We treat them as outcasts but they look at us and say "Who cares?"
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 1027
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Posted: 9/16/2010 3:54:44 PM
We treat them as outcasts but they look at us and say "who cares?"
must not be important in his eyes, his eyes of a cold cold stare
and every time I speak to him, and him to me
I feel we in two foriegn lands, no closer could we be
his closeness yet distance is tearing us apart
how come we can't have common ground, and think alike
yet everytime I speak to him or he to me , we end up in a fight
 revoskeepnus
Joined: 9/2/2010
Msg: 1028
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Posted: 9/16/2010 4:59:38 PM
yet everytime I speak to him or he to me, we end up in a fight
Obvious to everyone but us that something isn't right
I allowed a muse to mess with my mind
the sad thing is, he was just killing time

As the end draws near
why is it I fear
a demon in the night
when I've already allowed one inside...
my head
 Kranck
Joined: 11/30/2009
Msg: 1029
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Posted: 9/16/2010 6:16:14 PM
my head
was a peaceful place
my bed
a ship I sailed alone

but now
I'm laid to waste from
too much coffee after midnight
too much coffee after midnight
 revoskeepnus
Joined: 9/2/2010
Msg: 1030
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Posted: 9/16/2010 6:18:46 PM
too much coffee after midnight
sets a body to rockin'
just right
if I had someone to share this "tragic loneliness" with
 Kranck
Joined: 11/30/2009
Msg: 1031
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Posted: 9/16/2010 6:27:00 PM
if I had someone to share this "tragic loneliness" with
if I had someone for this next dance
if I had someone to dosey-do
yeah babe, if I had someone

if I had someone for the lonely night
this time baby I’d do it right
if I had someone to coochie-coo
damn rights baby it’d be you



(bye-bye baby bye-bye)
 revoskeepnus
Joined: 9/2/2010
Msg: 1032
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Posted: 9/16/2010 6:36:32 PM
damn rights baby it'd be you
so why don't you reveal your true self
why must these games continue
don't you know I'm going through hell

To tell you the truth
I really don't need
a man as crazy as him
put an end to that seed...
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1033
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Posted: 9/16/2010 7:08:56 PM
put an end to that seed
i am glad i am freed
since i quit smoking weed
i know whats been decreed

crazy is what crazy does
chasing tomorrow, chasing the buzz
whats the use knowing what yesterday was
lost in the haze of the heartbeat

 Erota
Joined: 12/28/2009
Msg: 1034
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Posted: 9/16/2010 11:01:37 PM
Lost in the haze of the heartbeat
was a cup placed upon a shelf,
filled with the promise of a better tomorrow
I took a drink till there was nothing left..

Years and years seemed like seconds
as my happiness had just begun,
a bitter sweet taste of reflection
was the taste felt upon the tongue...?

a crazy scene from an insane game
round and around with continual play,
and even up to this very day,
I swear that taste was real....

Lost in the haze of the heartbeat
those memories yet still remain,
a forgotten past no longer enslaved
from the poison filled liquid buzz.
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 1035
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Posted: 9/18/2010 9:13:40 AM
Like a dove in flight endlessly
with no place to safe enough to land
over mountainhills, water, and sand
so in great strengh, with courage, heart, stout
forever flying, keep passing by, loneheart throughout
with no significant other, no one to smoother
my love in excess creams, spills about sours dies
could it be that I need to land and try
not well enough to take the struggle
it's easier to just fly by, forgetting lovebirds cuddle
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1036
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Posted: 9/18/2010 3:31:14 PM
lovebirds cuddle
out of the rain
embracing each other
forgetting the pain
excess exceeded
its time i walk
torture me
until tomorrow
i made a promise
i wouldnt talk

(10/30/10 DC. Be there!)
 Kranck
Joined: 11/30/2009
Msg: 1037
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Posted: 9/18/2010 5:45:26 PM
i wouldnt talk
if I were you
I’d keep a corner of my soul tilled bare
In case a kernal of humility fell there

I wouldn’t even raise my head
I’d let others speak instead
He was just a child who held
the fire my heart sleeps in
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 1038
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Posted: 9/19/2010 2:06:43 PM
the fire my heart sleeps in
will be rekinndled
if we practice and take
our time. Tell me dear
what was the fight for
to make me travel all
the way to fight
when together in love
should be the purpose
for flight.
Relatives there,
so hotels no problem
But tell me again cause I
don't understand
at first you crucify then
your a friend
Is this the ambush you
were planning for
or hopes that you'll
make a good score
I know you know
that I'm poor,
don't have money
just love galore
I'll support you if I
like the cause, if you promise
to love my dirty draws
ok you say that's asking
too much, but I say baby
what the duck
You pretend when you want
not to know my name
but all and all, i'll still be the
same, rich or poor, so
say what you like
cause i know you've told
me to take a hike
 swamp_dude
Joined: 7/23/2007
Msg: 1039
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Posted: 9/19/2010 5:41:52 PM
you've told me to take a hike
I was positive you said trike
then later I thought the things you bought
would last a lot more than a night

you've told me to close the fridge door
stop galking at drips on the floor
pull up yer socks , stop touching those rocks
I really should be trying to do more

you've told me to go jump in the lake
pole vaulting may be a mistake
I saw fire in your eye and that's not a lie
next time I'll clean off the plates
 Kranck
Joined: 11/30/2009
Msg: 1040
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Posted: 9/19/2010 5:48:58 PM
next time I'll clean off the plates
and save the thrift store putt-putt
on my counter-top
the task of chewing through the fish-bones
like me it’s less than stout of heart
and not made for family duty
just a temporary hook-up
 revoskeepnus
Joined: 9/2/2010
Msg: 1041
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Posted: 9/19/2010 6:23:08 PM
just a temporary hook up
why did I even look up
his picture
this fixture
imprinted on the computerized version
of my heart

I see it floating in front of me
blackened, dirty
covered in fake snow
can't even afford to go north for the real thing
this is what I am
Every word he spoke still rings in my mind
he didn't even speak them
they were just electricity through a screen
sped up electrons
emitting childhood dreams
and fantasies
**** I really need

To stop worrying over something
that I can never have
stop throwing good love away
on boys that are obviously bad...

However, only time will tell
free myself from the hell
of hornyness
with a kiss
from the devil's pipe.
 Kranck
Joined: 11/30/2009
Msg: 1042
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Posted: 9/19/2010 6:39:05 PM
With a kiss from the devil's pipe
She flew to some supposed shore
With a suck from a witches tit
He grew til he couldn’t get out the door

One far away, one couldn’t get away
One had to go, one had to stay
With a devil’s pipe and a witches tit
They couldn’t dance no more
 revoskeepnus
Joined: 9/2/2010
Msg: 1043
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Posted: 9/19/2010 6:41:11 PM
They couldn't dance no more
scared to walk through the door
of reality
and insanity

Puh! Who needs em?
I'm gonna go talk to a fairy
ask her if she dares me
To fly to the moon tonight?
 teeantee
Joined: 6/14/2010
Msg: 1044
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Posted: 9/19/2010 7:09:00 PM
To fly to the moon tonight?
Sultry silent pixies invite
Sacred whisper fairy things
Fleeting hummingbird wings

Gardens darted about care
Seldom flight noticed there
Gathering simple floor danced
Forest gathered Pixies entranced
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1045
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Posted: 9/20/2010 8:52:14 PM
For such endeavor only burns holes in their own soul
though i said the things i thought to
i am up for whatever and rock and roll
in the fog of the morning of the lost dew
tumbling sound wont take me off point
focused on the jungle smoking a joint
the birth of the savior i wasnt there to annoint
i was passed out at the time so and dont have a clue
the sins that went down are between me and you
i will walk away and forget that i knew
death was coming and was well overdue
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
Msg: 1046
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Posted: 9/21/2010 3:11:39 PM
ready to endow and be unforgiven
christ let me go, I want to stop livin'
the things he says they break my heart
I wish he knew his heart was so hard
but i am not myself, not totally healled
they say it was something through codependency
its more than reefer that's got him ****ed up
its the thought of missing out on this sweet love
guess I'm a sinner thats trying to change
move over baby so I can get in your lane
talk about your beast of burden
before you met me it was curtains
looking from the outside you'll never totally see
what your missing inside me
love to take up a fight,
love to be at your side tonight
but i must remain and do some chores
I just love mowin the great outdoors
so write me sometime and send me your number
stead of being cold, cold like a cucumber
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 1047
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Posted: 9/21/2010 10:16:34 PM
stead of being cold, cold like a cucumber
i seek out someone who isnt an ***hole
and someone whos not addicted to slumber
and keeps their eyes on the goal

tomato plants wild ideas lost resurrect
ideas spent wandering tend to infect
the frog on the tray i need to diisect
is up for fulfilling his role
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 1048
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Posted: 9/22/2010 4:47:31 AM
is up for fulfilling his role
of trying to reach his goal
to open and share his soul
it not for the puppeteer's toll

where once he was vibrant and free
now holding strings we can hardly see
except when he tries to escape from the lies
of living life large yet invisibly
 andover1111
Joined: 12/2/2009
Msg: 1049
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Posted: 9/22/2010 5:31:28 AM
of living life large yet invisibly
I dream, this my hazy goal
taking big bites of what I find tasty
but not taking on somebody's role
just slipping through under the radar
who me? is my battle cry
the good and the bad making their silent pass
to you and to me I won't lie
 Kranck
Joined: 11/30/2009
Msg: 1050
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Posted: 9/22/2010 6:49:41 AM
to you and to me I won't lie
of all our promises small and monumental
this may lead us to the silence
you and I

and in the other find unfolding
a universe of quiet wonder
and in each other find
our deepest solitude
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