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 mz taken
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spark that feeling in the pink
don't look away or even blink
new embers can cool quickly
never igniting completely

use the bellows, poke, stoke
don't let it go out in a puff of smoke
don't be afraid to add more kindling
ah, your warmth has set me tingling...
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Posted: 8/15/2010 2:41:49 PM
ah your warmth has set me tingling...
hot and bothered I might use my finger
but now I'm just luke warm
there is no need for sadness, no harm

but if we ever got together
the sparks would end never
my engine would always be hot
cause dear I like you a lot
 revoskeepnus
Joined: 8/7/2010
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Posted: 8/15/2010 3:02:04 PM
cause dear I like you a lot
searching for something else in the arms of others
has proven to be
a rather fruitless endeavor

Make my time be spent
send me a kiss
I will catch it
and blush like a spring chicken...
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Posted: 8/16/2010 4:07:29 PM
and blush like a spring chicken
while kissing you, i'd be missin' him
and probably great ...or at least good satisfaction
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
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Posted: 8/16/2010 8:56:44 PM
satisfaction
for us
is not a question
of slaughter
its one of torture
with big holes
in my head
lapsing
and polka dots
of memory
forgetting
 swamp_dude
Joined: 7/23/2007
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Posted: 8/16/2010 9:40:49 PM
forgetting the big picture
just too many trees
lost in all the details
an involuntary sneeze

where is that memory
the thought that brought you here
I know I wanted something from this room
a few moments ago twas so clear

some may think its chemical
some say genetic make the play
some will pass it off as age
somany just don't want to say

dicipline with silly little trick
those joke images that just won't leave
I never much liked to think insults
some memories I will have to grieve
 Brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 8/16/2010 10:08:41 PM
some memories
I will have to grieve
ah love
why did you leave me?
you took yourself away
and yet
you're somehow there, believe me
I don't know how
I'm tender now
with past regrets to peeve me
did all I know
to let you go
for love you did deceive me
yet still you creep
into my sleep
ah love
why did you leave me?
 mz taken
Joined: 11/30/2007
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Posted: 8/16/2010 11:42:18 PM
why did you leave me
or did I leave you
is it myself that I deceive
or did I ignore all signs in lieu
 FineAndCuriouslyTrue
Joined: 10/15/2009
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Posted: 8/17/2010 5:18:12 AM
Or did I ignore all signs in lieu
The obvious signs were far between & few
Pieces of the puzzle of your own life
Find yourself in the lurid picture & discover what is true
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Posted: 8/18/2010 3:02:32 PM
find yourself in the lurid picture & discover what is true
often wondered about the life you never knew
less can be said if not in same shoes
relax everyone I got good news
everyone needs to break the glass and get out of the house
just go you own way like a quiet little mouse
before the stones thrown, are right back at them
everyone just pray and sing a hymn
what a beautiful day and a good tomorrow
if I don't bleed off into some ones sorrow
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
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Posted: 8/18/2010 7:06:52 PM
if I don't bleed off into some ones sorrow
forgive me if i bleed on my own
we can share our fights but theres no time to borrow
in the end the fights ours are alone

count me in for peace and love
so long as i get to eat
classist constructs about whats above
is why the two sides cannot meet

the world is divided if you cant see you are blind
and will die and rust in your tomb
pointing fingers is easy when with your kind
in a world of denial we are doomed

(how tragic)
 Inicia
Joined: 12/21/2007
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Posted: 8/18/2010 9:24:15 PM
in a world of denial we are doomed
blind I stumble through feeling for the words
hoping that the others who are blind will lead
me through the world and from the tomb

Mourning with early calls from flocks of birds
Ignored the dove's quiet coo the crow they heed
As dawn brings the sun's light to horizon's loom
Forewarning eve's bloom of bloodtinged
blackbirds and sage rushed tumbleweed
over parched land, offerings of singed
flesh and blood-letting guaranteed
To appease any sayer of doom
 revoskeepnus
Joined: 8/7/2010
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Posted: 8/18/2010 9:55:39 PM
To appease any sayer of doom
I'd lead straight up to the tomb
and shine a light into your eyes
wake up you beast
it's time to rise

If I forget to rise
when I wake
I'll have to take a little break
and look down on this body
so many receive pleasure
and I have yet to be truly fufilled
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 8/18/2010 10:28:40 PM
and I have yet to be truly fufilled...
at ten
at twenty
then thirty...strap on your seatbelt
here comes fourties, fifties and on and on
nothing captures me more than one big, big
harvest moon.
people do not leave things alone.
 revoskeepnus
Joined: 8/7/2010
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Posted: 8/18/2010 10:33:32 PM
people do not leave things alone
where in the hell should they go?
Run thousands of miles
searching for something...
I just want to wear the ring
of honesty with myself
and I've yet to devise such a thing
 FineAndCuriouslyTrue
Joined: 10/15/2009
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Posted: 8/19/2010 4:32:15 AM
And I've yet to devise such a thing
Or perhaps it always existed anyway
Lost in amongst the chaos & affray
World spinning but who's really winning?
Wait until we can all have a new beginning
 revoskeepnus
Joined: 8/7/2010
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Posted: 8/19/2010 7:59:01 AM
Wait until we can all have a new beginning
the sun is reborn everyday
I watch it on the horizon, directly above
and am jealous of its frivolous existence
I suppose everyone needs a clock for reference
but I hate being on time...
 swamp_dude
Joined: 7/23/2007
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Posted: 8/19/2010 8:41:29 AM
I hate being on time
its so slippery
I just never seem to be able to keep my balance
the space provided can be so small
one second
one moment
one time is all you can have
late or early makes more sense
being on time is too intense
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
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Posted: 8/19/2010 9:06:16 AM
being on time is too intense
a programmed response to me,
why not let the moment fly
and chemistry just be,
sure sounds like much more fun
than stuck inside some box,
rattling round in someones head
there are so many rocks,
dump them out and start again
replaced with newer thought,
it is the good things that are free
you know they cant be bought,
throw that clock away today
and fear that you wont know,
when how where to stay
and let your feelings grow,
sometimes it is that simple
to forget time does exist,
before you know you'll understand
its an addiction you cant resist,
as the day floats into night
you will remember well,
your bondage to the clock
as been a living hell
 swamp_dude
Joined: 7/23/2007
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Posted: 8/20/2010 12:19:06 PM
as being a living hell
now seeing taste and smell
low teeing the ball you're going to drive into the wind
slow peeing so call waiting can thrive on past sin
whatever that means doesn't matter in the end
as feathers float gently down from round the bend
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 8/20/2010 11:41:41 PM
as feathers float gently down from round the bend
I exist somewhere else...
feeling, tasting reality.
One_ this gray, sober, ugly nowhere day
running fingers along an anonymous wall
but...strength placed a comforting arm
around a child's frail shoulder
with care my steps lifted to reach the sky.
Who, what cares?
Something indeed accepts every flippin pain.
 mz taken
Joined: 11/30/2007
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Posted: 8/21/2010 3:43:24 AM
something indeed accepts every flippin pain
a carry-over or a new twinge to sustain
a natural progression in my geriatric phrase
or due to mismanagement of this life maze

no one to blame for my current affairs
or whether I choose the elevator or stairs
my choices have been all my own heretic
perhaps a smidgen have come via genetic
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
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Posted: 8/21/2010 7:33:37 AM
perhaps a smidgen have come via genetic
inheritance but, soon, hectic
and afraid to be alone
they joined up with other tendencies.

Every disease is a remedy
for some other condition.
What is real is, always,
no more than a suspicion.
 grilledsalmon
Joined: 8/7/2007
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Posted: 8/21/2010 9:36:50 AM
No more than a suspicion
Led me to seek him out
And sent me on this mission
Of which I can now tout
My sense that he was leaving
turned out to be too true.
And while I sit bereaving
He's off in his Navy blue.
 sinlov
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Posted: 8/21/2010 10:14:11 AM
He's off in his navy blue
as i used to be too
for blue was my favorite color
i'd where it like no other
and he was handsome and devine
only problem he wasn't all mine
he love to share and share he did
but boy, oh boy, did i love my squid
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