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Memory (Thy Shall)
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
So delicate it may break.
A memory so lost,
So unwanted it tears apart,
Until it dies,
It shall go back to thy start.
A powerful memory it may be,
Or a memory that shall be overlooked,
Thy one shall let it see,
How thy memory is like a book.
But how powerful thy memory is,
It has to be stronger than a good memory,
A memory that has passion and feeling,
A memory that has greatness and becoming myself, I, and me.
Until that kind of memory is shown,
Thy memory shall be looked upon near and far,
Thy memory shall be kept hidden,
Until it shall be who we are.
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
so delicate it may break.
poem by Alicia Meyers
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Making Love With Memories
You poked my blurring eye,
Let me lift your mushy breast.
We aged onwards
While you stroked flaccidity –
Recalling decades of
Blood-gorged coming, shuddering to boot.
I kissed a venerable mouth
Crammed with falsities –
Once brilliant keys
Guarded by crimson lips
Washed by a sensual tongue.
And so we writhed in wrinkles,
Tiring effort, and
Memories.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Come As You Are (LP Version)
Come As You Are"
Come, as you are. As you were.
As I want you to be. As a friend.
As a friend. As an old enemy. Take your time.
Hurry up. The choice is yours. Don't be late.
Take a rest. As a friend. As a old memory, memory, memory, memory.
Come. Dowsed in mud. Soaked in bleach.
As I want you to be. As a trend. As a friend.
As an old memory, memory, memory, memory.
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
Memory, memory, memory, memory (don't have a gun).
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun. Memory, memory...
song performed by by Nirvana
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You Were A Good Friend
If I closed my eye-eyes
It did't hurt quite so ba-a-ad
'Cause tonight I just lo-o-ost
The best friend I ever ha-a-ad
You were a maveri-ick
Runnin' all away from New Orlea-eans
We'd tell stories 'round the campfire
Late at night when it was down
To just you and me-ee-ee
Good friend
Why did you have to go?
Just when I was gettin' to know you
I'll sing this song to show
You were a goo-ood friend
They don't make 'em quite like you
And in my memory you'll always be
A good good frie-iend to me
You said I got a home, boy-oy
Haven't seen it for so lo-o-ong
Said I'm goin' home, boy-oy
My work is done
I can feel it in my bo-o-ones
Good friend
Why did you have to go?
Just when I was gettin' to know you
I'll sing this song to show
You were a good friend
They don't make 'em quite like you
And in my memory you'll always be
A good good frie-iend to me
Good-good friend
Why did you have to go?
Just when I was gettin' to know you
I'll sing this song to show
You were a good friend
They don't make 'em quite like you
And in my memory you'll always be
A goo-ood friend to me
And in my memory you'll always be
A good good frie-iend - to me...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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My Favorite Memory
The first time we met is a favorite memory of mine
They say time changes all it pertains to
But your memory is stronger then time
I guess everything does change except
What you choose to recall
There's a million good day dreams to dream on
But baby your my favorite memory of all
Like the night we first got together on our bench
And held each other tight
Like the winter we spent together
Helping each other and closer then ever
And I remember our special times together
And our walks and our lost time together
It was always you who made the whole time a ball
It was you who called me just to hear my voice
Theres a million good times
I could dwell on
But baby you are my favorite memory of all
and you'll always be my favorite memory.
poem by connie Engstrom
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Good Old Days
Oh some times I think back to when I was younger
Life was so much simpler then
Dad would be up at dawn
Hed be watering the lawn
Or maybe going fishing again
Oh and mom would be fixing up something in the kitchen
Fresh biscuits or hot apple pie
And Id spend all day long in the basement
Torturing rats with a hack-saw
And pulling the wings off of flies
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
I can still remember good old mr. fender
Who ran the corner grocery store
Oh, hed strolled down the aisle with a big friendly smile
And hed say howdy when you walked in the door
Always treated me nice, gave me kindly advice
I dont know why I set fire to his place
Oh Ill never forget the day I bashed in his head
Well you shouldve seen the look on his face
Let me tell ya now
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
Do you remember sweet michelle
She was my high school romance
She was fun to talk to and nice to smell
So I took her to the homecoming dance
Then I tied her to a chair and I shaved off all her hair
And I left her in the desert all alone
Well sometimes in my dreams
I can still hear the screams
Oh I wonder if she ever made it home
I tell ya
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
Let me tell ya buddy
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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I live and will die by you
It is my memory of you
That kindles my spirit.
It is the same memory
That swindles my heart.
My head is full with your thought.
My bed is sore from the same thought.
Day by day pain aggravates;
The same way does my plight.
It is my memory of you
That gives me joy.
It is the same memory
That sends me to sorrow.
You throw on me the day and the night.
I enjoy both in different lights.
I cherish you in my memory;
I may perish from the same memory
29.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Can't Have A Good Time Without Me
(lewis anderson/lisa silver/russell smith)
You say you're not missin' me darlin'
I know you are and always will be
I saw you at the club actin' so in love
Ah, but that don't mean nothing to me
'cause as you danced by, that look in your eye
Showed me where your heart is secretly
Guess i'll be seeing you in the middle of the blues
You can't have a good time without me
You can't have a good time without me
You're going to see me in your memory
You're going to hear me in that melody
You can't have a good time without me
I remember those sweet nights with you dear
When i had you all to myself
Now those times are gone, but love still lingers on
You won't find with anyone else
Ah, well you may wear a smile, fool yourself awhile
But your heart and your mind will disagree
So i'll be seeing you in the middle of the blues
'cause you can't have a good time without me
You can't have a good time without me
You're going to see me in your memory
You're going to hear me in that melody
You can't have a good time without me
You can't have a good time
No you just can't have no fun
You can't have a good time without me
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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Memory and Oblivion
When all is lost, there is still a memory
From which a new city can be built in a new world.
Those with memory will be wealthy.
Oblivion cures the old wounds, and you must agree,
There is only the past and the future on the path;
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Memory will save oblivion from a bad reverie;
When the new city is built, it will be an abode,
Bestowed by those with memory to make others wealthy.
Before the temple, in the middle of the city,
Keepers of the fire all abided.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Fire will be born from night to be
New light when all knowledge is swallowed
And those with memory will be wealthy.
A new rose will bloom from the dark sea,
A city revived from memory and abroad;
When all is but a memory, there is still memory.
Those with memory will be wealthy.
poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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Commit To Memory
Commit me to memory, like I own you
Like the last of the raindrops in the consequent Summer,
And the foliage anew by Autumn,
Commit me to memory, though I do not own you
For when the darkness and sleaze go astray,
It is never too late to have vied for and pray,
That the remaining hours in one’s life sway
Towards forgetting and not forgetting –
Now what is better, to commit to memory
Or to disregard and go on day by day?
I know this true enough that you’d turn to say,
That certainly, one leaves and one stays,
You are earnest enough to have forged a lie
Contorting a vastly eviscerated sky
Oh, the things we do when we bid good bye,
How thwarting enough to not permit life
In every breath I pledge with strife.
And so I say, I will commit you to memory evermore
Until your ship is moored to my shore –
But then, hope is a loose accolade hanging
Unsteadily by a thread of phase-shifting,
Star blinding, moon kissing and sun quelling –
And so, to commit you to memory under the infinite sky;
With a sigh, the things you make me do when you say good bye
poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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Still She Cries
Tears that she kept from me
Somewhere theres broken dreams
Where love once used to be
All in a memory
With time we are forgiven
In time we will forget
I hear her voice in the night
Cries of joy
We were good... good...good...
I still recall how wed touch, how wed fall
We were good... good... good...
Tears that she kept from me
Someone she used to be
Forever yours then suddenly
One kiss she cant remember
I wish I could forget
I hear her voice in the night, cries of joy
We were good... good... good...
I still recall how wed touch, how wed fall
We were good... good...good...
Still she cries
Somewhere... still she cries
No one knows when lovers will walk away
I hear her voice, in the night
Cries of joy...
We were good... good... good...
All in a memory
Where our love once used to be
Good... good...
song performed by by Journey
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After Loving You
(words & music by e. miller - j. lantz)
But now after loving you, what else is there to do
For honey, all the rest is just gonna have to be second best
I know Ill go through life comparing her to you
Thats cause Im no good, Im no good to anyone after loving you
Your precious love cannot be erased by just another woman with a pretty face
And your memory, you know it will remain for it cannot be erased
Other loves may come along, they cant live up to you
Thats cause Im no good, Im no good to anyone after loving you
Your precious love cannot be erased by just another woman with a pretty face
And your memory, you know it will remain for it cannot be erased
Other loves may come along, they cant live up to you
Thats cause Im no good, Im no good to anyone after loving you
I said Im no good, Im no good to anyone after loving you
I said Im no good, Im no good, Im no good to anyone
To anyone, to anyone, to anyone after loving you
Thats cause Im no good, Im no good to anyone after loving you
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Travelling down memory lane
Traveling down memory lane
is not all black 'n white.
Traveling down memory lane
is not all lacking light.
Traveling down memory lane
is not eye filled with tears.
Traveling down memory lane
brings fresh and soothing air.
Traveling down memory lane
is love & pain, fun with friends.
Traveling down memory lane
is full of curves and bends.
Traveling down memory lane
is a test of time and mind
Traveling down memory lane
is a joy of it's kind.
poem by Ralph Acosta
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I Am Not Good Enough
I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH
I am not good enough.
I will never be good enough.
I will die not having been good enough,
And the world will go on
Without my name
My memory
My immortality
My place among mankind’s true creators.
I have not been good enough
I will never be good enough
I have had enough evidence
And lived long enough
To know this.
Why then can I not be wise
And accept it?
Why must I try to the end
To be what I will never be?
God Who has given me so much
Has not given me this
I should simply accept it..
But I do not and cannot…
So I write this.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Your Memory
YOUR MEMORY
Your memory,
comes like a floating cloud,
no one knows,
from where it comes,
and from where it goes
your memory comes,
like a sweet fragrance,
your memory comes,
from distant hills,
like a flowing river
and where it goes
poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
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Another...'Last Goodbye
Nobody knows how it feels to be me
Always alone unwanted and unloved
Feels deserted, unneeded and unhappy
Till you came
But things will never be as I wanted them to
What feels so good is not right to do
So I’ll just say goodbye and let you go
I know I can never have you
But thanks for the memory that linger in my heart
The good things we shared for just a short while
Only these stay in my memory
Nothing to hold….No one to love me…No more you
poem by Alexandro Hernandez
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Sometimes An Old Memory Gets In My Eye
Like someone drowning I reach for a straw
Grasping for love where there's no love at all
Slowly I'm sinking as time drags by and sometimes an old memory gets in my eye
I struggle for strenght to face the dawn
And I'm freezing to death without you to keep me warm
I hold an arm full of nothing close to my side
And sometimes an old memory gets in my eye
Sometimes an old memory gets in my eye
And when it's ours it's hard to keep my eyes dry
Don't think you see tears for I never cry
But sometimes an old memory gets in my eye
Yes sometimes an old memory gets in my eye
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Invite me to your memory
Invite me to your memory,
I wish to know you.
Let the wind comfort,
let me be your comfort.
Let me into your memory,
I wish to feel you.
I feel like nothing but a memory in your mind.
The look you gave me while passing, still stays with me.
Invite me to your memory so i can see myself.
i am nothing but a memory.
Some day i will be who you will see.
Say again for me,
and you will see.
I am nothing but a memory.
poem by Ricardo Flores
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Trvelling down the memory lane
Travelling down the memory lane
is not all black 'n white.
Travelling down the memory lane
is not all lacking light.
Travelling down the memory lane
is not eye filled with tears.
Travelling down the memory lane
brings fresh and soothing air.
Travelling down the memory lane
is college, fun and friend.
Travelling down the memory lane
is full of curves and bends.
Travelling down the memory lane
is a test of time and mind
Travelling down the memory lane
is a joy of it's kind.
Poet: Spandan Bhattacharyya
poem by Spandan Bhattacharyya
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