Thoughts that sometime...rhyme

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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Future....Perfect?

The past is all about the future. How do we know there will be a tomorrow? Because there is a yesterday. Then,where we are now was the future, unknown. But we prepared as we always have by looking back and knowing that tomorrow will be a lot like today but better if we avoid the mistakes we made... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 17, 2005

Safely through the night.

The sun slides behind the hill Afraid of what it will see When darkness reigns. The world disappears, wrapped in a black cloak so tight we can see nothing all the familiar landmarks are gone. The moon too hides No light is cast anywhere A perfect night for monsters out there. When we are small, and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 12, 2005

A dream beckoned.

I crawled into a dream, it was warm and comfy, I think I had been there before and as I snuggled in the real world began to disappear it was all beauty here no nasty people, nothing to fear. I licked an ice cream cone made from the sweet parts of life until my tongue became the color of the sun and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 8, 2005

Time capsule.

It only takes two words and some time To come up with lines that rhyme. Eschewing rhyme for raw emotion, Lines split And cascade Ripping a tear From the unwary eye. So it must have been for the Dinosaurs When they got handed their pink slip, Tweet- time’s up everybody out of the primordial pool.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 5, 2005

Welcome to in-between.

That which is above me Eludes me As does That which is below me. Above the sky, how can I know of heaven? Below my feet, it could be neat but I can’t go there. So here I am on an ethereal plane Stuck on the sideways elevator That connects the in-between. There are those who are certain of things... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 3, 2005

Has anyone seen my blog?

I know just what I would do, that is, If I were you. I’d go check out F4Ts other blogs, yes I am certain that’s what I would do especially if I were YOU. Am I just trying to get clicks, or score points with the hot blogging chicks? Either one, I think will do, as long as you click on just one or... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 25, 2005

Broken on the other side.

Silently the sideways door Twisted from its hinges And went spinning down the street Pausing briefly under each street light To dance a few steps of the Tango The music still echoes In my head. Quite often When the world seems strange Because I have eaten something I shouldn’t The most ordinary... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 22, 2005

I would like a word.

Or two with you Would do. And if I had a thousand I would paint you a picture of you and I on a beach at sunset wind tousling our hair. We would just gaze into eyes That we know as well as our own And looking back would be love, tenderness, a deep abiding devotion to each other. Does such a picture... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 19, 2005

Mother Moose.

Way back in the old times, Mother Goose got all the good rhymes, and now Jack Sprat and Jack-be-nimble are under contract with the fairy-tale Union. What we need in these perilous days, are some rhymes that would help us mend our destructive ways. So meet Annie Acid Rain, if we don’t stop her she... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Time blows through my hair.

I stood, in a doorway I never knew was there. I smiled back but failed to recognize the person I saw there a slight bent figure without much hair. My mind, forever playing in dandelion fields runs naked, unaware it will soon need shields. How soon, before I do not know that which I now take for... Sign in to see full entry.

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