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Jul 15, 2007 11:22:19 GMT -6
Post by kingcobra on Jul 15, 2007 11:22:19 GMT -6
To be, what a glorious thing yet what a burden for us immortal sparks while encased in these cursed sheathes
To burn so brightly like meteors in the night sky only to sizzle and dissolve into a silent fade at the end of our momentary journey
Hey Gauranga, where do you dance tonight? Are you scooping up billions of sparks on your sankirtan through the cosmos?
Hey Nitai, where do you cavort tonight? Are you playing your avadhuta role for the sport of the nine-islanders?
Hey sparks, Rise from your nocturnal slumber. Do you hear the kirtan party? Do you have the ears to hear?
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Jul 15, 2007 17:47:42 GMT -6
Post by Nitaidas on Jul 15, 2007 17:47:42 GMT -6
This is why we need to attract some good poets to CV!
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Jul 16, 2007 12:23:33 GMT -6
Post by kingcobra on Jul 16, 2007 12:23:33 GMT -6
My thoughts exactly as a matter of factly Smack me with a mackerel for being a hackerel
Poets come hither and do not dither For we could wither without good wit here
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Jul 16, 2007 21:23:55 GMT -6
Post by Nitaidas on Jul 16, 2007 21:23:55 GMT -6
Hey! Maybe you do have some promise! Keep up the good work, King. We need more smiles around here.
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Jul 17, 2007 8:12:32 GMT -6
Post by kingcobra on Jul 17, 2007 8:12:32 GMT -6
I was trying to come up with a good bawdy limerick. Here is what I have so far:
There once was a yogi from Texas, who got stuck his solar plexus
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Jul 18, 2007 18:51:23 GMT -6
Post by kingcobra on Jul 18, 2007 18:51:23 GMT -6
I can't begin to depict with my bawdy limerick what went on in the back of his Lexus.
It was all topsy turvy and alluringly curvy as though he were trying to vex us.
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Jul 19, 2007 8:18:34 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2007 8:18:34 GMT -6
Y eah yeah go on.
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Feb 11, 2008 19:05:12 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2008 19:05:12 GMT -6
Microcosm
Dust motes swirl with every transit of broom and whisk First one orbit then another 'round and 'round
Tiny beings pray to the housekeeping Goddess celebrating each revolution
Does She notice their prayers as She sweeps order from chaos?
She seats Herself satisfied with Her work It's time for Oprah
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Feb 11, 2008 20:37:00 GMT -6
Post by hredwood on Feb 11, 2008 20:37:00 GMT -6
Contact I highjacked the frequencies Blockin' the beltway Move on D.C. Way past the days of Bombin' M.C.'s Sound off Mumia guan be free Who gottem yo check the federal file All you pen devils know the trial was vile An army of pigs try to silence my style Off 'em all out that box It's my radio dial
Transmission third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter if you're lookin' for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket On truth devoured A Silent play in the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The camera's eyes on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil? Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? Yes a spectacle monopolized They hold the reins and stole your eyes Or the fistagons The bullets and bombs Who stuff the banks Who staff the party ranks More for Gore or the son of a drug lord None of the above fuck it cut the cord
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Come wit it now! Come wit it now! The microphone explodes, shattering the molds Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha f**k off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-op Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons That five sided fist-a-gon Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger Tha triggers cold empty ya purse
Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library Line up to tha mind cemetary now What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin' They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells
Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
Bulls on parade
Come wit it now! Come wit it now! Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade! that was some poetry from zach de la rocha. I know its not mine but its good lyrics
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