Cyclops Rock
I taught you how to cyclops rock
And then you go and turn around and break my heart
And waste my cyclops time and mess up my cyclops mind
Im sick like chuckie was sick, my defeated heart keeps beating on
I wont die, like chuckie wont die, but Im not here to socialize
Gotta find a new place to hang out, because Im tired of living in hell
Im a mess since you cut me out but chuckies arm keeps me company
Im a fright with my tombstone smile
All the children run away from me
Gotta find new friends to hang with because youre all afraid of me
I taught you how to cyclops rock
And then you go and turn around and break my heart
And waste my cyclops time and mess up my cyclops mind
It was sweet like lead paint is sweet but the after effects left me paralyzed
I just stare with my one glass eye hoping you wont be back again
Theres a whole new generation waiting to be wrecked by you
I taught you how to cyclops rock
And then you go and turn around and break my heart
And waste my cyclops time and mess up my cyclops mind
I taught you how to cyclops rock
And then you go and turn around and break my heart
And waste my cyclops time and mess up my cyclops mind
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Cyclops
Cyclops woman got one eye in her head
Mascera-clotted vision she is fed
Cyclops woman cant see nothing at all
She got a pin prick spiral hole
She cant see nothing, nothing at all
She cant see nothing, nothing at all
Cyclops woman dying in her shell
Guilt got her trapped in nailed in well
Cyclops woman is the eye of the world
Whos reflections in the retina?
She cant see nothing, nothing at all
She cant see nothing, nothing at all
Dialate, dialate
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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My Love, My Cyclops
My sister called me today
Bringing a horrible and depressive news to me
Her voice sounded as if she chokes
But not really it’s my hearing that choke
Those words that echoed my mind
And brings sudden impulse into my senses
And my thought seems to stop and impede
For the news that explode and comes out from the line
Wish it is just a dream
And when i come home everything is just the same
Watching Cyclops running and happily wiggled his tail
And licking my feet as if his long lost friend
He always love to play with his sister Mayang
Even though Mayang is not in the mood
Kalag is his companion whenever Mayang doesn’t want to
And play with their Pooh stuff toy
Cyclops eat much even it’s not his bowl
He loves to eat with his sister
And Mayang will just stay aside
And look for another
I will missed you my love
My doggie that I love for a short time
You and your sister give me a reason to come home
Thinking that there are two little creatures that will giggle
I will missed you my love
My Cyclops, my ever hyper doggie
Hope to be there when you suffer
From the hands of Lucifer
Goodbye, my love
I will never forget you.
poem by LCG Mythought
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Ithaca
When you set out for Ithaka
ask that your way be long,
full of adventure, full of instruction.
The Laistrygonians and the Cyclops,
angry Poseidon - do not fear them:
such as these you will never find
as long as your thought is lofty, as long as a rare
emotion touch your spirit and your body.
The Laistrygonians and the Cyclops,
angry Poseidon - you will not meet them
unless you carry them in your soul,
unless your soul raise them up before you.
Ask that your way be long.
At many a Summer dawn to enter
with what gratitude, what joy -
ports seen for the first time;
to stop at Phoenician trading centres,
and to buy good merchandise,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensuous perfumes of every kind,
sensuous perfumes as lavishly as you can;
to visit many Egyptian cities,
to gather stores of knowledge from the learned.
Have Ithaka always in your mind.
Your arrival there is what you are destined for.
But don't in the least hurry the journey.
Better it last for years,
so that when you reach the island you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to give you wealth.
Ithaka gave you a splendid journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She hasn't anything else to give you.
And if you find her poor, Ithaka hasn't deceived you.
So wise you have become, of such experience,
that already you'll have understood what these Ithakas mean.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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The Parasites
The teetering
Cyclops
with a stake
through his eye
abandoned by his minions
seeking a new host
with one eye.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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We love Cyclops and as you know, we love James. It's a great team and we'll continue the team, obviously.
Courting Fidelity
It was
a graceful exit
with audacious idiocity.
A cyclops was going
for a dress disaster.
Visitation
of flesh, mars the beauty.
Cheating starts
between the pails of tears.
I start hitting the planet.
Let the bride
sleep in fog. A volcano
was going to shed
the sperms on your
shirt.
poem by Satish Verma
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Talk Straight, And Be Understood
when you write me
was it with the objective that i cannot understand you?
do you conceal true intent
with words that from time to time i have to refer to
a dictionary
threshing out
a connotation from a denotation?
if you hand me metaphors
on a platter for breakfast
i may be lost
in the labyrinths of the poem
and i cannot be back
home on time
and you will regret
my being lost
because you tell me that you
cannot wait forever
clicking clock
cruel running monotones
next time, please write to me in simple terms
one that draws me nearer to you
so that i may understand how you are doing,
what you are, and
where are you going
because it will be same with me
when i say i am lost, i am lost, i am not into a Greek tragedy
facing the cyclops and looking for the golden fleece
or building that horse
to the enemies
you have a bow and arrow
strike me at the center of my heart
do not talk about the apple on my hair
i know how to wriggle in
pain
with you, just tell me
and soon
this will be
over.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vulcan's Song: In Making of the Arrows
MY shag-hair Cyclops, come, let's ply
Our Lemnian hammers lustily.
By my wife's sparrows,
I swear these arrows
Shall singing fly
Through many a wanton's eye.
These headed are with golden blisses,
These silver ones feathered with kisses,
But this of lead
Strikes a clown dead,
When in a dance
He falls in a trance,
To see his black-brow lass not buss him,
And then whines out for death t'untruss him.
So, so : our work being done, let's play :
Holiday ! boys, cry holiday !
Rock Me
Oh baby you're young but that's okay
What's give or take nine years anyway
I'll bet you that cigarette
You won't regret my time
I want to be with a guy like you
So uncomplicated, so in tune
Just take off my dress
Let's mess with everybody's mind
I gotta tell you
Baby, baby, baby, if it's all right
Want you to rock me all night
Baby, baby, if it's all right
Want you to rock me all night
All night
Yeah rock me all night
Hey yeah yeah
Hey yeah yeah
I want to play Xbox on your floor
Say hi to your roommate who's next door
You don't have a dime, but I don't mind
Who gives a damn
Your record collection don't exist
You don't even know who Liz Phair is
Your potential with no credentials
Your mother taught you how to be a sensitive man1
I gotta tell you
Baby, baby, baby, if it's all right
Want you to rock me all night
Baby, baby, if it's all right
Want you to rock me all night
All night
Yeah rock me all night
Hey yeah yeah
I've been waitin'
All my life for
Hey yeah yeah
For this feelin'
Who'd 've guessed it could rock me all night
Rock me all night
You think I'm a genius
Think I'm cool
I'm starting to think that young guys rule
Oh God, let me save you
'll I might change you, and I might change my mind
Baby, baby, baby, if it's all right
Want you to rock me all night
Baby, baby, if it's all right
Want you to rock me all night
All night
Yeah rock me all night
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Flip-Flop! Clip-Clap! Boo-Boo Cried SOLO BOBBY – Trapped in a BOOBY-TRAP!
In lonely woods, I met Cyclops with solo eye and single mouth with fire
Goofing around in a city by varying names – hobo, hog are names few;
Anchorite, Hieronymite, troglodyte, , stylite, road hog are names new -
Solo Cyclops is a 16th century’s leviathan & 21st century’s plastic gyre.
Flip-flop! Clip-clap! Boo-boo cried solo Bobby – trapped in the Booby-trap!
Clip-clop went the horse's hop – lonely Johny weeps in the lonely shop!
Aloneness greets me seventy times seven and 24/7 with a mess!
Aloneness is a burning hole inside me with a hallow emptiness....
Aloneness is tearing me apart and pulling my only heart apart!
Aloneness is perfect but hopelessness and darkness in your heart.
Flip-flop! Clip-clap! Boo-boo cried solo Bobby – trapped in the Booby-trap!
Clip-clop went the horse's hop – lonely Johny weeps in the lonely shop!
Aloneness is a feeling of wontedness yet remains unwonted,
Aloofness isn't a simple word anymore - a nerve rattling terror;
It has undergone a surgery, turned out to be chameleons’ avatar!
So it puts every Jack, Tom and Jerry on the butcher’s altar.
Flip-flop! Clip-clap! Boo-boo cried solo Bobby – trapped in the Booby-trap!
Clip-clop went the horse's hop – lonely Johny weeps in the lonely shop!
Afraid of it, I wear a mask of180 roles in the life's movie horror,
Outwardly, I hug some in memory, some in illusion in the movie terror,
It visits every house with different names – reclusiveness,
Forlornness, friendlessness yet brings the same lugubriousness.
Flip-flop! Clip-clap! Boo-boo cried solo Bobby – trapped in the Booby-trap!
Clip-clop went the horse's hop – lonely Johny weeps in the lonely shop!
In spine-chilling viper fishes, drifts solo clown trigger fish – a yellowish one!
Among gargantuan planets nine, exists a solo asteroid – a bittie one;
Along elephantine Titan Arums dwells a solo Camellia – a reddish one!
Among creepy-crawly hyenas lives solo teensy-weensy gazelle – cute one.
Flip-flop! Clip-clap! Boo-boo cried solo Bobby – trapped in the Booby-trap!
Clip-clop went the horse's hop – lonely Johny weeps in the lonely shop!
poem by Harindhar Reddy
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How Does One Hear The Echoes Of Silence?
silence. Does not speak, silence is dead.
it is buried underneath the mouth,
and simply rots there, like dust,
with worms. It will be the worms
that shall utter silence, but at the end
silence is devoured
and gone.
what you hear and see is this
emptiness. it has feet and walks in air.
and tinkers in space, some moods and
feelings, fleeing, fleeting,
this emptiness speaks a lot
some words turning themselves
from elves to giants to cyclops
to monsters of the universe
where this emptiness dwells
it is in my heart, always, resounding,
with lots of echoes as it reaches
the walls of the farthest planet
and comes back to me
like the twinkling of a star.
and then i am full.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dont Mess With My Man
[spoken]
Uh, I like it baby (yeah)
Uh, one time for the club (ye-eah)
Two time for my thugs, uh-huh
Three times for my ladies, cmon, cmon, cmon (ooh, oh)
Uh, nivea yall.. je yall... (oooh)
Uh-uh, je yall
[nivea]
It was hard to find a brotha that was down for me
So Im tellin everybody let him be
Cause hes mine and I cant take no pigeons tryna take my baby
So I thought I had to let you know
Find someone that you can call your own
Cause now youre walkin in the danger zone
And if I touch you Ill be wrong
If you mess with my man, ima be the one to break it to ya
Got my girls, got my man, so find your own and leave mine alone
Dont mess with my man, ima be the one to break it to ya
Heres a little advice for you, find your own man
[je]
It was hard to find a girl thats really down for me
Seems like a lot of niggas tryin me
Cause they tryna take my baby, oh what the hell
So now you really better check yourself
Messin with my girl is bad for your health and
So you know you will be dealt with
Better find your own girl
If you mess with my girl, ima be the one to break it to ya
Got my niggas, got my girl, so find your own and leave mine alone
Dont mess with my girl, ima be the one to break it to ya
Heres a little advice for you, find your own girl
[nivea]
Girl Im warning you, if you want my man
You should just keep your hands to yourself, now-now
[je]
And playa Im warning you, if you want my girl
I suggest that you look but dont touch, now-now
[n] it was hard to find a brotha that was down for me, dont mess with my man
[je] its hard to find a girl thats really down for me, dont mess with my girl
[n] hard to find a brotha that was down for me, dont mess with my man
[je] so hard to find a girl thats down for me, dont mess with my girl
[nivea]
If you mess with my man, ima be the one to break it to ya
Got my girls, got my man, so find your own and leave mine alone
Dont mess with my man, ima be the one to break it to ya
Heres a little advice for you, find your own man
[je]
If you mess with my girl, ima be the one to break it to ya
Got my niggas, got my girl, so find your own and leave mine alone
Dont mess with my girl, ima be the one to break it to ya
Heres a little advice for you, find your own girl
[nivea]
If you mess with my man, ima be the one to break it to ya
Got my girls, got my man, so find your own and leave mine alone
Dont mess with my man, ima be the one to break it to ya
Heres a little advice for you, find your own man
[je]
If you mess with my girl, ima be the one to break it to ya
Got my niggas, got my girl, so find your own and leave mine alone
Dont mess with my girl, ima be the one to break it to ya
Heres a little advice for you, find your own girl
song performed by by Nivea
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How Do I Survive
How Do I Survive if you break my heart
I'm not strong enough
Just to smile and make things easy
I can't put on my brave face anymore
I always took it for granted
That I could take whatever you gave me
I guess you never really know for sure
'Cause there was never a doubt in mind
How it was meant to be
So who do I turn to darlin' if you should leave
How do I survive if you break my heart
How do I survive if you break my heart
I've got no excuses for bein' your fool
I never thought that it would be forever
But after so much time together
I've come to depend on you
What else am I supposed to do
'Cause there was never a doubt in mind
It wouldn't be easy
But I never realized how much you mean to me, ho
How do I survive if you break my heart
How do I survive if you break my heart
break
But there was never a doubt in mind
How it was meant to be
So who do I turn to darlin' if you should leave
How do I survive if you break my heart
How do I survive if you break my heart (How do I survive)
How do I survive if you break my heart (If you break my heart)
How do I survive if you break my heart (whooh, whooh)
How do I survive if you break my heart (How do I survive)
How do I survive if you break my heart (whooh,whooh)
How do I survive if you break my heart
song performed by by Hollies
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Mess Around
I like messin'round
I wanna mess around with you
Your love's so profound
Let's break some taboo
I want you in sensurround
Let me see you hoochie-coo
'Cos I like messin'round
I like mess around with you
I like the hanky-panky
I like the boogaloo
But what I like to do the best
Is messin'round with you
I wanna mess around
I wanna mess around with you
You're so superfine
I wanna fool around with you
I don't object to nothin'
Whatever you suggest
But before you say "I do"
I have one request
Hold me, squeeze me
You drive me crazy with your teasin'
Love that feeling
Baby peel me off the ceiling
Take me higher
'Til you set my soul on fire now
I wanna mess around
I wanna mess around with you
Turn me upside down
Let me fool around with you
Ooh let's mess around
Let's get into something new
Better cannot be found
I like messin'round with you
I like to do the mambo
I like to tango too
But what I like to do the most is
Rock n'roll with you
I wanna
Hold you, squeeze you
Come here sugar let me tease you
Feel that feeling
Just like dancing on the ceiling
Take you higher
'Til I set your soul on fire now
I like messin'round
I wanna mess around with you
Your love's so profound
Let's break some taboo
I wanna mess around
Let me see you hoochie-coo
You're so superfine
I wanna mess around with you
Turn me upside down
Let me taste the proof
Baby let's fool around
I wanna mess around with you
I like messin' round
I like mess around with you
I wanna mess around (very quiet)
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Stench Of Fear
As we pole dance with the sedentary clouds,
And surf the fine linings of the velvet dress
We lose and topple in our mythical quest
To sate in licking the lacquer of Cyclops-faith,
As the sheen of lackluster pearls and bayonets
Interpolating a shrouded sensation to grate
And lace the neck of the ephemeral portrait
Browning in stale corsets and guzzles
We deem ourselves with the iron rustles
Clinking the desertification of sunsets.
What is left to gamble in this conquest?
To keep my heart in the pockets of silence
And breathe the migraine of the valiance
Exuded by the auspicious vapor and malignance
In a fandango with oblivious complacence.
poem by Norman Santos
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Hey You, On The Phone
You,
On the phone...
You can be much more than what I see,
But you wont.
You can be much better than just 'be',
To condone.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.
Hey you,
On the phone...
You can be much more than what I see,
But you wont.
You can be much better than just 'be',
To condone.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.
All you want to do is stomp around and rock.
And,
Talk on the phone.
Or text mess. at home.
All you want to do is groan and shock a lot.
And,
Talk on the phone.
Or text mess. at home.
And,
Turn away to turn your back...
On something someone ask you to do.
Yes you do.
But...
You want someone there who just can't get there quicker for you.
Yes you do.
Yes you,
On the phone...
You can be much more than what I see,
But you wont.
You can be much better than just 'be',
To condone.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.
Hey you,
On the phone...
You can be much more than what I see,
But you wont.
You can be much better than just 'be',
To condone.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.
Hey you,
On the phone...
You can do much better.
Hey you,
On the phone...
You can do much better.
Hey you,
On the phone...
You can do much better.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.
AND YOU WONT!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Beautiful Ocean
Blue gill in the lake of my childhood
Underneath the burning sugarcane of my childhood
Which I never truly saw:
Nor were there stolen bicycles in the canal,
Or rabbits holes to housewives bedrooms
I could not even interpret what I thought of you
Lost in the scars and sweats over all of
Those meandering afternoons the visions of
A Cyclops introduced to the kaleidoscope you
Can tell he is enamored and his senses
Have been turned it pigs, and yet
The beautiful ocean opens all around him like
A flower the rest of the heroes escape into
Her classes- and he doesn’t even care.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Snow storm
Snow was drifting down,
falling on people in the street
like soft powder from the sky.
A chilly wind blew
from the Drakensberg mountains
and around me it was white
and fresh.
Every thing was clear
and white clinging to shapes
that man put there.
Traffic lights brightly blinked yellow,
red and green
like one eyed Cyclops’s topped in white
with cables feeding
thunder and lightning to them
and I felt like Zeus
while I walked away
into the new white world
and the white started to cover me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sandy
The hurricane has now arrived.
Her centripetal Cyclops eye,
swirling wind and wall of water
whirling, churning, surging cyclone
wreaking death and devastation
on the east coast population.
Amidst this inundated scene
the hapless, helpless victims screamed
for mercy but none could be found
instead a swell of water drowned
the most vulnerable victims
lacking the means to escape from
an unforgiving super storm
the entire country now mourns
poem by Albert Ahearn
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What A Mess
If you keep hammering anti-abortion,
Well tell you no more masturbation for men.
Evry day youre killing living sperms in billions,
So how do you feel about that, brother?
What a waste, what a waste,
What a waste, what a waste,
To have to talk to a phony like you.
If you keep telling us were more than equal,
Well tell you equal is not equal enough.
For centuries weve been taking your double ass deal,
So what do you say to that, brother?
What a drag, what a drag,
What a drag, what a drag,
To have to cope with a crazy like you.
Brrrr -
Ah -
Ah -
Ah -
If you keep laying on money or power,
Well tell you meanwhile your sprinkler is out of soda.
So keep off our grass till youre in some kinda order,
What do you say to that, brother?
What a mess, what a mess,
What a mess, what a mess,
To have to put up with a fuzzy like you.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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