A stolen object brings no joy to one's heart.
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Object
You know you turn me on
Eyes so white and legs so long
But don't try to talk to me
I won't listen to your lies
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
Sophisticated smile
You seduce in such fine style
But don't try to fool me
'cause i can see through your disguise
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
But i don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objection
To you touching me there
Object object
Object object
Object object
Object object
You know just what to do
Lick your lips
And i want you
But don't try to hold me
'cause i don't want any ties
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
But i don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objections
To you touching me there
You're just an object object
Object object
You're just an object
song performed by by Cure
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A stolen object does not fill ones heart with joy.
Sex Object
Yes! No!
Yes! No!
I don't want to be your sex object
Show some feeling and respect
I don't want to be your sex object
I've had enough and that's a fact
Yes! No!
Yes! No!
I don't want to be your sex object
You play your tricks they're just perfect
I don't want to be your sex object
You turn me on then you forget
No! Why? [sex]
No! Why? [sex]
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Yes! No!
Yes! No!
I don't want to be your sex object
You play your tricks they're just perfect
I don't want to be your sex object
I've had enough and that's a fact
[Spanish: No! Yes! Maybe Perhaps Yes]
No... si, si quieres
No... si, si quieres
Por que? No. Quizas.
Por que? No. A lo mejor.
Sex object
Sex object
No... si, si quieres
No... si, si quieres
Por que? No. Quizas.
Por que? No. A lo mejor.
No! Why? [sex]
No! Why? [sex]
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
[German?]
Sex object
Sex object
No! Why? [sex]
No! Why? [sex]
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Sex object
Sex object
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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The stolen heart
The stolen heart
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Someone beautiful stole my heart
Then threw it away
Now I've locked it in a cage
Never to be stolen or lost again
What value is love
That I can claim upon
Or that I have ever known
Heartache is familiar
All to common a feeling
The world offers little to me
And I accept next to nothing
So when a beauty came calling
Passing by in her way
My heart was stolen, in a look
Which fell to the wayside
The gutter where I found my love
Someone beautiful stole my heart
Only to leave it alone to rot
So I locked it in a cage
Never to be taken ever again
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Fairy Song
We the fairies blithe and antic,
Of Dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us,
Stolen sweets are always sweeter;
Stolen kisses much completer;
Stolen looks are nice in chapels;
Stolen, stolen be your apples.
When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then's the time to go orchard robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling
Were it not for stealing, stealing.
poem by Thomas Randolph
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The Fairy Tree
Up on this tree I have my heart beating,
The birds are around fully singing;
A stolen object expressed its presence
From out of the leaves and branches with brilliance.
The object forgave my life, its crime was with me,
And I sorted it out my life, with glee.
The possession was in the air and on the ground,
My soldiers are on this tree, the sound.
Let soldiers be monkeys and against all hope
Of leaving us alone. The sounds were birds that I grope
In this beautiful tree, this still fountain
Of loss and gain, like a mountain.
I let go of this death, I let go forever,
Much was secretive on this Easter.
I saw the chocolate egg on this chocolate tree
In the land of fairies, the land for me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,
Of dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.
Stolen sweets are always sweeter,
Stolen kisses much completer,
Stolen looks are nice in chapels,
Stolen, stolen, be your apples.
When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then's the time for orchard-robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling,
Were it not for stealing, stealing.
poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt
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Stolen
Let truth be told
Until its sold
Silence is golden
Too bad its all been stolen
Stolen! stolen! stolen!
Our defense is your defense
Your defense in some sense
Some sensless way unfolded
Folded cause its all been stolen
Stolen! stolen! stolen!
The gilded scale was burning
Just as your back was turning
Just as our trust was leaving
Youd have us all believing
These truths we hold
Self-evident
Bought and sold
The more you hunt the more I sing
Then quickly rewrite everything
Truth returns bloated, swollen
Then dissapears - its been stolen!
Stolen!
The gilded scale was burning
Just as your back was turning
Just as our trust was leaving
Youd have us all believing
These truths we hold
Self-evident
Bought and sold
Its all been stolen! [x2]
song performed by by Ministry
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Stolen Moments
Because you were stillborn my little niece
The moment of me holding you in my arms for the first time has been stolen.
I’ll never have that moment of hearing you say my name that moment has also been stolen.
I’ll never feel your sweet kisses on my cheek or your hugs around my neck more stolen moments.
A lot of the special moments we would have shared have been stolen.
But I want you to know the moment of me loving you my little sweet angel was not.
The moment I knew of you; you stole my heart.
I’ll love you in this moment and every moment for the rest of my life.
This poem is dedicate in memory to my little niece who I passed away today 3/1/08. She was stillborn
Love Never Loved Me
I live for love, and all it brings
The heart it heals the song it sings
The sweetest kiss, the warm embrace
Will melt the ice before it breaks
No matter what I do, no matter what I say
What can I do when nothing stays the same
It's written in the stars, the story ends the same
Everything changes
Love never loved me
Love left me out in the cold
Love never loved me
Love gave up on me after all
I've taken chances, set them free
I've taken back virginity
I've been adored, I've been the one
I've broken hearts, I've had my fun
No matter what I do, no matter what I say
What can I do when nothing stays the same
It's written in the stars, the story ends the same
Everything changes
Love never loved me
Love left me out in the cold
Love never loved me
Love gave up on me after all
You can't break a heart that's already broken
You can't steal a heart that's already stolen
And what doesn't kill me is making me strong
I'm ready for love
You can't break a heart that's already broken
You can't steal a heart that's already stolen
And what doesn't kill me is making me strong
I'm ready for love
Love never loved me
You can't break a heart that's already broken
You can't steal a heart that's already stolen
My greatest desire is to love and be loved
Cos I'm a believer I'm not giving up
And what doesn't kill me is making me strong
I'm waiting, I'm willing, I'm ready for love
Love never loved me
Love left me out in the cold
Love never loved me
Love gave up on me after all
Love never loved me (love never loved me)
Love left me out in the cold
Love never loved me (love never loved me)
Love gave up on me after all
song performed by by Geri Halliwell
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Real Meaning Of Christmas
Christmas brings lights that lighten every alley.
Christmas fills the void of each heart's saddened valley.
Christmas brings Santa with surprising gifts of toys.
Christmas brings laughter to mainly girls and boys.
Christmas brings carols sung by mellifluous voices.
Christmas brings fantasies that suit many choices.
Christmas adds glamour to the choicest street's splendour.
Christmas emits fun with its rare yuletide colour.
Christmas makes sad faces to beam with unfeigned smiles.
Christmas brings seasonal joy travelling several miles.
Christmas brings hope to the annually despondent.
Christmas brings Christ, ever in our hearts resident.
poem by Joseph C Ogbonna (9 December 2018)
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Distant object.
You are becoming
A distant object.
Your light and influence,
Strong right now.
I can only bear for it to fade.
Object of my desire.
You`ve chosen
A different road.
Who knows where.
To patch a broken stick.
To relove an old half-sealed wound?
You`re becoming a distant object.
Light dimming by the hour.
I wait for that infernal
Tone.
To bring some
Partial temporary relief.
That i have
Love of some kind,
In my life.
I need to feel my own joy.
Not rely on outside influences.
Distant object
I`m almost saying goodbye.
I loved you
For a while there!
poem by Peter Vealey
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Christmas Cards
Every christmas card I write
Every christmas card I write
Has been stolen
Has been stolen
Every christmas card I write has been stolen
Every christmas card I write has been stolen
Every christmas card I write has been stolen
Has been stolen
Has been stolen
Every christmas card I write has been stolen
Stolen
Has been stolen
Every christmas card I write
On the little desk in the corner of my room
I find stolen the next day
I find stolen the next day
All of the christmas cards I write
Become stolen the next day
From my room
In my little desk in the corner of my room
Every christmas card I write
Is stolen
Is stolen
Every christmas card I write
Been stolen
From the little desk in the corner of my room
Its been stolen
Every day
Every christmas card I write
Has been stolen from my desk
I dont know why
Its been stolen
Its been stolen
Stolen
Stolen
Stolen
Stolen
Stolen
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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What brings me joy?
What brings me joy? A cool day in the summer time, the air that flashes across my face,
A gentle kiss that is embraced on my lips, to be held when the lonely feels sets in, Peace with in my heart when there is no one around,
What brings me joy? To know that I am loved and that I could love with no question asked,
To feel your heart press against mines, to taste a good taste that makes my mouth water,
What brings me joy? To be nowhere but feel as if I am on top of the world, To fly high in the sky and never get off the ground, To be overwhelmed with a feeling as if this is my world.
What brings me joy? My life and all that it has to offer.
poem by Kimbaline Navas
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My Box
I have this box
filled with a muddle of objects
from people I’ve met or places I’ve been
Sometimes I open my box to let people
I like
look inside
Sometimes when my back is turned
people secretly place an object in my box that
I despise
and sometimes they take an object and
its only when
theyre gone that i notice somethings wrong
Sometimes I give someone an object from my
box and wish
later
I hadnt
Sometimes I wish I'd hide my box away
and never let it astray
but then I suppose I'd have nothing in my box
would I?
poem by Jess White
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The third woman
She is the offer whom I accepted.
My heart and my head were bartered.
Such a price that I pay, I have less
My heart and my thoughts, but I manage though
For all these years
Oh she is beautiful and my flesh trembled
And I surrender without conditions
I am helpless
I am despite,
I am dumb.
But I assure myself, things will turn out just fine
As planned
As patiently planned
She will not talk and she will not answer questions
About her past and what the future brings her
She lies before me, she will be beside me
Her mind somewhere else, her heart not on her breast
And she tells me she loves me
And will do whatever it takes to comply with the contract
She also surrenders
She is helpless
She is despite
She is also dumb like me.
Sometimes I recall, have I ever invited her out for dinner
So my friends will know her?
How unkind, she is always designed as a woman-object
Fit for my bed.
We are miserable. What we need is a little time to stop this.
We shall figure it out sometime
When all the two women are dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Be Kind To My Mistakes
It is this that brings us together.
It is this that brings us together.
It's all right, darling,
We can do this together.
It's all right, darling,
I can think of nothing better.
I don't know you,
And you don't know me.
It is this that brings us together.
I don't know what you are
(It is this that brings us together.)
Looking for in me.
(It is this that brings us together.)
I don't know what I want,
But my heart is leading.
Am I yours? Are you mine?
We'll find all we're meant to find.
In your life, in my life,
There are secrets too dark
To let out, to let go of,
To get over.
But that's all right, baby.
That's all right by me.
'Coz, it's all right now.
(Just let me say)
Please, ("Yea, yo, yea, yo!")
Please, ("Yea, yo, yea, yo!")
Please, ("Yea, yo, yea, yo!")
Please be kind,
Be kind,
To my mistakes.
Be kind,
Be kind
To me.
"Lum, lum, lum...
song performed by by Kate Bush
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What Brings You Here To Me
Ghostly figure walks the floor
I hear you try to communicate
I sit and ignore what you do
And how I try to even escape
What Brings You Here To Me
In the dead of night I feel you
My heart pounds hard and fast
The sounds and tricks you do
I pretend your gone at last
What Brings You Here To Me
Imagination some may say
No I refuse because I know
If only they would witness this
Then they would believe it so
What Brings You Here To Me
poem by Suelynn Walters
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The last two elections were stolen. They were stolen and so we will not rest until we reclaim our democracy and this is what today is all about.
quote by Barbara Lee
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My Opinion
You might not agree with what I see
You might object to a reasoning or thought
But it is your right to speak and disagree
And to say that you can't; I will not.
As we all have the right to think and believe
As we all have the right to live and breathe.
You might not stand by a judgement
You might say you are right and they are wrong
But then you have a right for your own statement
As in life it is better to live and get along.
Living is so short as we all know and see it
And dying one day, we all try to forget it.
You might not hold onto my conviction
You might believe my sentiment is unjust and wrong
Though my words might bring you only friction
But that is debatable as the night is long.
Views are solid and are unshaken
While evidence is pure and awakened
You might not have faith in my belief
You might object how I enjoy to live my days
What brings joy to others might bring me grief
What bring me sorrow might give you praise.
But then we all sleep when the day is done
And these are not viewpoints, but my opinion.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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