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#16
Aug 30th, 2008, 07:44 PM
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 Let Us Drink Let us drink the bitter wine Until our dire woe Which bedrives us to a restful privy Where we stub our great big toe Let us drink the fire water Long, hard, and deep And when the wolves come lurking We'll be fast asleep Let us drink the dark-brewed ale Against a night bored cold For breaking fast and supper, too Lest ere we die growing old Let us drink the foaming beers Pints adozen, three dozen, and more We'll tempt pretty maidens Out to the twirling floor Let us drink the sparkling clear water For purity and truth It'd be better for us This, I think, forsooth. 
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#17
Oct 10th, 2008, 11:15 PM
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 Maureen, April 25, 1975 - June 10, 2003 There should be a single word Just one word That can conjure all the beauty This one person holds I knew her And I loved her My divine muse Tragic angel But that one word Just one word They are all dumb in my ears Dumb in my mind And I am too dumb to find it Shocked in loss Ignorant of the loss Until now Now, I cry I sob, face held tight Until the ache of not crying Clenches my jaw Locked at the keyboard Searching for the one Reaching But I know it isn't out there Neither is she This bitter blow I lament and shall For long whiles Vain searches For just one word.
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#18
Nov 6th, 2008, 05:38 PM
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#19
Nov 6th, 2008, 05:48 PM
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The Way it is
The Way It Is
Life's a long highway The road signs along the road Telling you where to go They're all cliche Look on the right and on the left Turns of extreme Leading on to more extremes Getting you nowhere All the time you are nowhere That nobody else hasn't been Looking for the new place an original Knowing you'll never find it It's lumps and bumps hills and curves A variety of dilemmas That make us sore, swell, and ache No roads have none Depending on the vehicle of your progress You may swerve or plow straight on through either way there is the chance Some reckless happenstance Can we afford the time and effort To aid those trapped and brokedown In the median On the side of the road Risk ourselves and our progress Their sake or ours Beware of hijackers and thieves Keep a watchful eye on your trailer Help those of earnest need It's a nowhere world with nothing to do All wrong turns and potholed roads Where ever you are going Don't turn off Don't turn around Just keep driving And hope you don't breakdown.
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#20
Nov 6th, 2008, 05:56 PM
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The Way It Is too
It's a tired grip that holds the world together All the people are prying And pulling to get the fingers loose We want to just spiral out into nothing Just burn up in the sun Sink to the bottom of some forgotten ocean Be as far from ourselves as possible We want to look back and be ashamed of what we did We want to cry about our shame We want to be defeated and trampled Punished, as it were, for our crimes But we do not want to confess We do not want to be caught We do not, in reality, want to feel the pain of our own punishment We romanticize the end we know will come But we deny the time of its arrival We deny our part and place weights evenly across any available shoulders Innocent as babes, knowing we increase our guilt All it takes is the tiniest plea for forgiveness Accepting that forgiveness In whatever form it may come The grip really never loosens
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#21
Nov 6th, 2008, 09:33 PM
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Isn't It Hard
What do we do about being split You know it's not us But me Or I See how thin the razor can slice So very thin A soft pat And miles of coarse toast to go Would that it were That we could give excuse For selves Holding self aside Where's the end And my pistols My lost sunshine That retreating path Damn complicated wrong rights Right wrongs Clenched eyes and borrowed time No more tears and no more smiles There once was a chuckle A gleam of mischief Replaced by woe and responsibility A daydreaming ache Wishing that more was really more And tasting the ghost of sweeter times Dreading the touch Needing it all the same Delving eyes for the fire Finding the dying coals and ash Can't quite resurrect The old heated burning soul Thinking of escape Distance and wonder Mountains and mineral plunder Stumbled and trodden paths I wonder when I died And how it happened I admit to confusion And now the truth The truth A well spoken lie Believed and repeated In a heartless strain Like the Earth, my mean mistress Wrapped in leathery bonds of pollution Begrudging of her tainted bounties Where it's all brine and can kill in time Will a conclusion be the last word Should one get stuck in the folds Undigested, unspent Understood, by who and when I like the random confusion When it works with me Wielded like some melee club Spiked of all that's foul and wrong Injured for longer than memory serves Limping along to get along Dying again with each lessening word The pain of love long out lives the joy It's a cry Not so much a belief A poor wish gone awry With rags of hope tying it together How do I describe this odd solid Life's new contraption A pain maker A rears and ahead One long march into bitter lament And the hope leading, pulling, tugging That tiniest bright pinpoint The goal amid the darkest hour How more sad can this get Swiftly and suddenly What's to say but silence Tiny steps away Hands in the coat pockets Head down Eyes aglaze Moving along waiting for better days.
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#22
Nov 16th, 2008, 09:50 PM
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Castor and Pollux
Destined to sail on separate mains By their gracious Mother Birthed Gifted each By his own renowned Father Unalike but Brothers The same One to live on in forgotten years And one to die as the age passes But for request of love They both now shine Immortal for all time In the sky
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#23
Apr 24th, 2009, 09:27 PM
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She Whispered To Me And she whispered to me She whispered so quietly Her voice was a tickle A blissful buzz And I took joy in knowing her secret We held hands Whether in wrestled grip Or lovers clasp Our palms matched And I took joy in her touch She could create Create with paint and brush Photographic lens Words, paper, and pens And I took joy in the beauty of her mind She was pulled on Pulled down Life beat her dreadfully Still she smiled and I marveled at her strength When my mind aches to know another secret The sweaty brush of hand on hand To know beauty And to carry on when there is little reason I take heart from all of her that I knew
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#24
May 5th, 2009, 07:03 AM
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There are so many words
Which explanations fail Beauty confused Sorrow left shallow Happiness washed out Anger impotent Feeling across the barrier Illusions that fade No one quite reaching Understanding not received And lost.
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#25
May 27th, 2009, 10:39 AM
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A Final Cut . Let us talk about the edge Its keen, smooth, rifled surface Removed of knicks and burrs How does it cut? My, how it shines! Not so when dipped in thick ferrous brine Once and half again as long Than an arm, so deftly turned By, swung or through, taken At contest's end Dull and blurry, blind To the darkening of each mind In what frame do these words speak Of sword, battle, and loss of life Nay, tis but a pittance So shallow a code hidden Masking what is loved and lost Deciphered in time at great cost
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#26
Jun 24th, 2009, 11:57 AM
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While sleeping I mumbled my thoughts
One long ego riddled scream Into the darkness, so cliche Waking again to have forgotten And relive them all day, the next Not remembering a word Discovery hell Stumbling along the same path again Vague illusions standing in recognition Passed away as strangers Bubbling cauldron spilled Hearts vie and boil Among dying heat Sizzling ashen coals And choking steam It is an end A sweet, bitter end Cloaked friend and bosom pal Thick wrapped covering coat Comfort on a long road After a dead fire So void of direction Moving at speed Crashing along, through Back to the start While sleeping I mumbled my thoughts Last edited by Securis; Jun 24th, 2009 at 01:36 PM.
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#27
Jun 27th, 2009, 11:19 PM
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So froze up inside
My life is bad poetry Big words that don't mean much And can't rhyme It should read longer But it doesn't Like all good work It ends before time Leaving someone Wanting more
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#28
Sep 5th, 2009, 01:10 PM
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John Lee Hooker's strummin my soul
So be good and smile Be good and smile The world don't know you So be kind Be kind There ain't no love out there Make some and save it Oh, please save it You ain't owed nuthin' That's for sure For sure It's all blank and gray Get my brush and paints My brush and paints Gonna leave it better than I found it Gotta go sometime Sometime There's too much to do Not too soon Too soon. I'll wake up tomorrow morn What great hope Great hope One more day above ground Tryin to make it right Makin it right John Lee Hooker's Strummin my soul And it's time to go Time to go.
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#29
Oct 4th, 2009, 02:07 PM
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Spending time taming words
Making them speak A mind's peace Coding morsels Of sorrow Of depression Seeding hope Of love Of clarity Time not wasted Vanity staved away Humbly seated Hiding away the real words Within the words left on screen No notions of truth No notion of fame No glory Just the moment All felt on the surface Smaller than a grain One long beach Meaning and mean Lost in the surf Jetted jetsam Counting letters And placing them together One more line and then we'll go.
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#30
Oct 4th, 2009, 02:22 PM
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Come hither, you look at me
Fool I am, I step closer The space keen, steep Paths lined, crumbling No fear, only the smallest caution Snarled, snagged Caught for true We'll have to see What I have the means To do.
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