I never told my father I loved him before he died, and I have a lot of issues about that. They're all swimming around in my head, in my heart, unresolved, and in a way it felt fitting to dedicate the film to him.
quote by Gary Oldman
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I will always love you
I loved you, much more than you will ever know
I loved you, and agreed to the cross to go
I loved you, even before you knew my name
I loved you, and willingly bore all your shame
I loved you, even when you were full of sin
I loved you, and died that I your soul should win
I loved you, so much and willingly died.
I loved you, then 'Father forgive I cried.'
.... and I will always love you
This Love, 'tis a curse
The gypsy, I, rambles
from place to place
remembering many things,
among them, whatever you do
don't get attached to some
broad, don't
let the bloody meat hook
that is love snare you
But down in Tennessee
I got caught by
this red head country girl
it was innocent, at first,
first it was just fishing together
then it was swimming together
then we started swimming naked
after that 'twas hopeless
I decided in my head
this whole thing was a fling
I'd just see her, every
once in a while
But then one evening,
she told me,
she told me she'd loved me for a long time, and I wish
I didn't know now what I didn't know then
So I split the next morning,
for Texas
to escape it,
but I couldn't
And now
everyday's an endless stream
of whiskey and broken dreams
and even the moonlight is blinding
poem by Paul the Lion
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Though race-related issues continue to occupy a significant portion of our political discussion, and though there remain many unresolved racial issues in this nation, we, average Americans, simply do not talk enough with each other about things racial.
quote by Eric Holder
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Unlovable
Are my lips unkissable?
Are my eyes unlookable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Am I unlovable?
Cynical, jaded, faithless, disappointed, disillusioned, used
If I could take back all my sweat, my tears, my sex, my joy I would
My time, my love, my effort, passion, dedication
In case of mistaken identity I gave these things to you
If I sound angry, bitter, sad, infatuated, it's the truth
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, just a few
Stages of acceptance that it's really over
It's just so complicated and I'm stupid for believing in you
You make me feel like my father never loved me
You make me feel like the act of love is empty
Am I so unlovable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't like?
I had your back, I held you up, I told you you were good enough
It was not reciprocated, you kept affection and yourself apart
You fed your love to me like crumbs to pigeons in the park
Sometimes I think you're satisfied to see me begging like a dog
I wasn't armoured, you were king, I gave my everything
Because sometimes you showed me just a hint of you and then
For just a moment I romanticised the notion
I can take away the torment, I can love you like they never did
You make me feel like my father never loved me (you never loved me)
You make me feel like the act of love is empty (I felt so empty)
Am I so unlovable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't like?
You make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me (you abandoned me)
You make me feel like the act of love is empty (I felt so empty)
Am I so unlovable?
Is my heart unbreakable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you despise?
Are my lips unkissable?
Are my eyes unlookable?
Is my sex undoable?
Am I unlovable?
Are my words unlistenable?
Are my hands untouchable?
Am I undesirable?
Am I unlovable?
You make me feel like my father never loved me
You make me feel like the act of love is empty
Am I so unlovable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't like?
You make me feel like my father never loved me (you never loved me)
You make me feel like the act of love is empty (I felt so empty)
Am I so unlovable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't like?
You make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me (you abandoned me)
You make me feel like the act of love is empty (I felt so empty)
Am I so unlovable?
Is my heart unbreakable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you despise?
You make me feel like my father never loved me (you never loved me)
You make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me (you abandoned me)
You make me feel like my father never loved me (you never loved me)
You make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me (you abandoned me)
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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Dedicated
Dedicated to those
Who fought and survived
Dedicated to those
Who fought and died
Dedicated to those
Simple men with
A great dream of peace
Dedicated to those
Families who cried
At their loved ones funeral
Dedicated to those
Who supported our troops
From beginning to end
I dedicate this to you
And hope that you'll continue
With what you do
I dedicate this to you...
poem by Janelle Morehart
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Mind and Heart
When I told him
How much I loved him
With all my heart…
He replied to me
Sarcastically…
There's nothing
Called the Heart.
It's all to do with the
Mind.
I felt heart-broken
With his curt reply.
Nevertheless,
Just to test his
Words…
I thorned his mind
With my prickly
Words, to see if his
Heart grieves…
Bingo! It did.
My offensive
Words caused
Him a lot of hurt.
He cried with a
Heavy heart and
Died of a heartache.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Love
Love is pain,
Love is vain,
Love is a game,
Love also can be a shame,
You told me you loved me,
But yet you told her you loved her,
My heart is sinking,
My heart is leaking,
I told you once,
I told you twice,
Never break my heart,
Yet you kept on breaking my heart,
Let me to believe that you loved me,
Those three words made me think that I loved you to,
Love made me blind,
Love fooled me once,
This time I am not playing your childish games.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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My own love
When I told I loved you, did I scare you away? When I told you I loved you?
Did it make you want to stay?
How precious these days are? I just can not say?
I love you more than I ever knew.
I been waiting to meet you, and the day finally came.
I felt you in my soul, you were the other part of me.
Now your here and I am complete...
When I told I loved you, did I scare you away? When I told you I loved you?
Did it make you want to stay?
You are my dream lover, my best friend, without you, I am not complete.....
I been waiting for you and I even met you in my dreams......
I had love so confused and I made all my mistakes and I thought it was you.....
When I told I loved you, did I scare you away? When I told you I loved you?
Did it make you want to stay?
Tell me you love and just don't go away.....
poem by Sita Cabrera
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William Upson
Air -- "The Major's Only Son"
Come all good people, far and near,
Oh, come and see what you can hear,
It's of a young man, true and brave,
Who is now sleeping in his grave.
Now, William Upson was his name --
If it's not that it's all the same --
He did enlist in the cruel strife,
And it caused him to lose his life.
He was Jesse Upson's eldest son,
His father loved his noble son;
This son was nineteen years of age,
In the rebellion he engaged.
His father said that he might go,
But his dear mother she said no.
"Stay at home, dear Billy," she said,
But oh, she could not turn his head.
For go he would, and go he did --
He would not do as his mother bid,
For he went away down South, there
Where he could not have his mother's care.
He went to Nashville, Tennessee,
There his kind friends he could not see;
He died among strangers, far away,
They knew not where his body lay.
He was taken sick and lived four weeks,
And oh, how his parents weep,
But now they must in sorrow mourn,
Billy has gone to his heaven home.
If his mother could have seen her son,
For she loved him, her darling one,
If she could heard his dying prayer,
It would ease her heart till she met him there.
It would relieved his mother's heart,
To have seen her son from this world depart,
And hear his noble words of love,
As he left this world for that above.
It will relieve his mother's heart,
That her son is laid in our grave yard;
Now she knows that his grave is near,
She will not shed so many tears.
She knows not that it was her son,
His coffin could not be opened --
It might be some one in his place,
For she could not see his noble face.
He enrolled in eighteen sixty-three,
The next day after Christmas eve;
He died in eighteen sixty-four,
Twenty-third of March, as I was told.
poem by Julia A Moore
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Morning Star
MORNING STAR
It is true, I have loved,
About fifty times, I have loved
And each time I have loved,
The more I have loved...
And in you I have loved,
At the most I have loved,
At the best I have loved,
Because you are loved...
And if that isn't love,
As some would call love,
Then they don't know love
And may never know love...
Yet, for me, this is love,
For the one that I love,
For as long as I love,
Near the heart that I love
Of the sweetheart I love...
And you are my sweetheart, my love...
This is a love poem dedicated to
the character 'Morning Star'
in the western film 'Broken Arrow'.
Her thoughts blossomed with true love...
Her sweet heart and her beauty
will warm my heart forever.
Superbly played by Debra Paget:
More info here:
tinyurl-dot-com/broken-arrow-film
and here: debra-paget-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Where Is My Mind
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
You tried this trick, and spin it
Your head would collapse but theres nothing in it, so you ask your self
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water
See it swimming
I was swimming in the carribean
Animals were hiding behind the rock
Except for the fish and it told me
I swear its trying to talk to me
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
You tried this trick, spinning
Your head would collapse but theres nothing in it, so you ask your self
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water
See it swimming
song performed by by Nada Surf
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I Dedicate This Rose ll
I dedicate this rose
to the one I love
to my companion in arms
to my pretty dove
i dedicate this rose
to the one I care for
to the one who's been there
within my hearts core
I dedicate this rose
to someone sincere
elegant and honest
and in my heart, very dear
I dedicate this rose
to my girl with sweetness
to the person of my dreams
to my beautiful princess.
(Charlie vergara/09.24.2009/1778)
poem by White Tiger
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That Year 1968
Father died that year. So did
Bob Kennedy, although that
Was a different death, planned
Right down to the last dark detail.
But your father’s was more personal,
More hurtful, getting right into your
Bones and heart. You were sitting
In the doctor’s surgery with your
Father where he’d come about pains
In the chest and back, when some guy
Came in and said, Bob Kennedy’s dead,
Some bugger’s shot him (excuse my French,
He added, there women being present) .
There was muttering amongst the throng,
Whispers, coughs, splutters, then a silence
Deeper than awaiting death by your father’s
Elbow, seemingly deeper than Nietzsche’s
Haunting eyes. Your father said nothing
That you recall, but no doubt he felt the
Same sadness that most felt that day,
The waste of a life, a fine brain blown out
Like some candle in a dark room, another
Organized snuff out by some rogue element
Of government backrooms. Father died
That year unbeknown by the world at large
(As if it cared) , but death was just as certain
And thorough when it came, sweeping him
Silently from the hospital ward, his link to
Life cut like a bloodied umbilical cord.
poem by Terry Collett
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I Loved You Once
I loved you once, with all my heart, my spirit, body, soul...
I loved you once, with all not part, with marriage as my goal...
I loved you once, with all my strength, as if I were on fire...
I loved you once, with all at length, as if love meant desire...
I loved you once, with all my dreams, which came by day and night...
I loved you once, with all extremes spent on this one delight...
I loved you once, with all God gave, with passion borne of joy...
I loved you once, with all to save romance and not some ploy...
I loved you once, with love divine, not holding back a thing...
I loved you once, with love benign that caused my heart to sing...
I loved you once, with happiness no other man has known...
I loved you once, with prayers to bless yet now I pray alone...
I loved you once, with each embrace, until the day you died...
I loved you once, with all God's grace yet now what sighs are sighed.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Hearts Healing
I called your name
you weren't there
I waited for you
You passed me by
I asked you to dance
You asked someone else
I loved you
You didn't love me
I said hello
You said good-bye
You broke my heart
I couldn't fix it
I wanted revenge
You lauged at me
I cried
You loved someone else
No one heard my cries
My heart was aching
You moved on
I didn't
You were happy
I was sad
I had no one
You had someone
I got lost
lost
lost
In the dark was I
alone alone alone....
my heart still aching
the memoires of us still waking
help help help
no one heard
alone alone alone
forever forever forever
it seemed
the pain was intolerable
I was going insane
my heart was still broken and pain
then then then
I saw
a bright light
i heard a calming voice
calling me....
it was someone who loved me
more than you,
I felt a strong
loving embrace
It was an angel you see
He loved me very much
He told me to go on
That I wasn't alone
I was healed
I felt happy again
and I knew I was loved
and I would never have to wait for love again.....
poem by Bella Ravenstar
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You Will Always Be My Father
I dearly loved my Father,
Till I was about twelve years old,
Then he started to go astray,
An affair is what I was told.
I fought with my Mother and Brothers,
They said he was just a rat
He was my reason for living,
My Dad could not do that.
At first he disappeared for days,
I didn't know where or when,
He could have been alive or dead,
But then he'd appear again.
There was never an explanation,
He should have given me that at least,
Then he'd show from out of the blue,
With his gifts from the mystic east.
You left my mum to struggle on,
With five of us in tow,
You let your heart rule your head,
You just didn't want to know.
I never believed you could have an affair,
I kept that in my head,
Until that fateful day I was shown,
You lying in anothers bed.
I never spoke to you for seven years,
That's when fate stepped in,
When I met you in the street one day,
I still felt the love within.
I bonded with you once again,
I unloaded my long held grudge,
Who am I to lecture you,
The Good Lord would be your judge.
You then met your younger siblings,
Whom you had barely known,
It gave you one last chance in life,
To see how they had grown.
You threw away a life of bliss,
But I don't believe you were bad,
To throw away your Wife and Sons,
You had to be bloody mad.
I was with you on the Thursday,
You just wanted to go to bed,
When I went to meet you on Friday,
I was informed that you were dead.
I will be eternally grateful,
For having you back in my life,
Life is really far too short,
To continue a lifelong strife.
So may you rest in peace Dad,
Though it's thirty two years on,
It seems like only yesterday,
I was told that you had gone.
Your wayward ways affected us all,
They had us in a lather,
But regardless of your betrayal,
‘' You Will Always Be My Father ‘'
If i Died Today
If idied today i would cry
i would cry for all the time i spent being sad
when i could have been smiling
if i died today i would weep
i would weep for all the love i never felt
when i was alive
If i died today i would be sad
sad that i never really got to feel special,
loved and cared for
If i died today it would break my heart
break my heart for all the times i have cried,
cried because i was in pain
if i died today i would be regretful
regretful for all for all the time wasted on vanity
and worrying what other people will think of me
if i died today i would forgive myself
forgive myself for being my best enemy
forgive myself for hating me so much
if i died today i would be devasted
devasted that i never really got to appreciate,
appreciate myself
if i died today i would feel lost because,
i have never really known
or found myself
if i died today i would miss me
i would miss me because i forgot all about mealong time ago
if i died to day i would cry for me.
poem by Elizabeth Jacqueline Mpanga
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On the other hand, at some level the mass of unresolved issues in Northern Ireland does influence the fact that there are so many good writers in the place.
quote by Paul Muldoon
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There is also an artistic element which is lead by the film maker. Issues of what is reality and objectivity are as always relevant as someone is going to edit the film.
quote by Ben Edwards
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Most Beautiful One
Tell me, why isn't there any more room left in your heart,
Most beautiful one of them all?
when you can't be found, the whole world falls apart.
Most beautiful one of them all.
It saddened me greatly,
like bridesmaids or daisies,
you told me you loved me not.
Now, I won't get my fill,
I have lost my free will
to the most beautiful one of them all.
I'll send a quick cable
as soon as I'm able
most beautiful one of them all.
In it, I'll tell you I'm fine,
while I'm losing my mind.
Most beautiful one of them all.
For a peck on the lips,
that was one helluva kiss.
I thought I'd felt everything
til I felt this.
Whatever the stakes,
I just can't resist,
the most beautiful one of them all.
Nearly died by the phone,
awaiting your call.
Most beautiful one of them all.
Where there could be a door
there's no entrance at all.
Most beautiful one of them all.
though shaken and nervous,
I'm still blood thick in your service,
Where, but here, could this have led
from the start?
I tried walking your horses,
before hitching the cart,
to the most beautiful one of them all.
Is that why there isn't any more room left in your heart,
Most beautiful one of them all?
My one and my only,
must we be apart?
Most beautiful one of them all.
No other's so right.
I'd rather lose than not fight
for your spotlights of neon, sunshine or moonlight.
You're what always and still gets me
through cold, lonely nights.
Most beautiful one of them all.
Tell me why isn't there any more room left in your heart?
Most beautiful one of them all.
When you can't be found my whole world falls apart.
Most beautiful one of them all.
It saddened me greatly like bridesmaids or daisies when you
told me you loved me not.
Now I won't get my fill til I've lost my free will to
the most beautiful one of them all.
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Buddy Bee Anthony
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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