That man has missed something who has never left a brothel at sunrise feeling like throwing himself into the river out of pure disgust.
Gustave Flaubert in Best Things Anybody Ever Said
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Throwing Fire At The Sun
I think of venus sinking down into the sea.
And what it is to be alone and have nothing.
I dont know why you want to leave this space between.
Is it easier to be alone and have nothing ? .
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
I put my hands up, lay my weapons down.
I know that I was stupid, I was wrong.
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
If I listen theres something deeper that speaks.
If we reach out maybe we could make a little peace.
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
Remember stealing oranges and how they bled.
And youre the one who showed me how to touch myself.
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
Blood is a river, ties you to me,
Blood is a river, ties everyone.
Blood is a river, ties you to me,
Blood is a river, ties everyone.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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River Feeling
River feeling is
As simple as
Closing your eyes
For a moment.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
As smooth as
Everything after
The first step.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
easy as forgetting
Walking boots.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
nice as
iron ties
Coming off.
Everything flows like river
Everything flows like river
Everything flows like river
Everything is good and flows
like river
poem by Julian Mann
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Dry River Bed
The river- was, but died away,
leaving behind sand and stone,
a dry river bed.
The river that once led the way,
To Rameses throne,
Has no more life- dead.
The river from which reeds grew and swayed,
now dead and gone,
all that's left-a dry river bed.
The river that was marvelous by day,
and treacherous once the sun was gone,
is now but a dri river bed.
The river- beautiful, no words could say,
left behind - just a dry river bed.
poem by Esnala Banda
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Waiting For The Sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So I can take your hand and stroll about.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So we can go on the streets and see the people smile.
Give me your hand,
So I could tell you that things will be alright.
The rooms still dark,
But it wont be so long,
And I can take you outside.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So we can go to the park and roll about.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So we can go to the docks and watch the boats go by.
Come on, love, give me your hand,
And things will be alright.
The rooms still cold,
But it wont be so long,
That we can go outside.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So I could see your hair shining in the air.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So I can see the sky reflected in your eyes.
Come on, love, dont be depressed,
Things will be alright.
The rooms too low,
But it wont be so long,
That we can be outside.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Remembering South of the River
South river good
Landscape old once know well
Sunrise river flower red bear fire
Spring come river water green like lily
Can not remember river south
South of the river is good,
Long ago, I knew the landscape well.
At sunrise, the river's flowers are red like fire,
In spring, the river's water's green as lilies.
How could I not remember south of the river?
Free River
Free River flow, Free River
so cold, Free River
you’re getting old.
Free River don’t cry, Free River
you’ve run dry.
I still see you through my youth’s eyes.
Free River you told no lies, Free River
your path has been made, Free River
all things change.
Free River you made it to the sea.
The friends I swam with once
are now gone, left only me.
Free River you’re worth more than gold, Free River
I've grown old.
I’ve lived by you my whole life and
I’ve left my seed through my wife, Free River
I lie at your shore; now dry,
Free River it’s my time to die.
poem by Patrick Dumas
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Point Of Disgust
How many times have we gotten to a point of disgust
Where your mind is about to explode
And your heart about to bust.
Every one at one point or another gets to that stage
And we know in our hearts -it's just a phase.
How do we get rid of that pain and emptiness
So deep in your chest
When your mind is blank and needs the rest.
When your chest is like a dam holding
back a river of tears
And your mind is sensing all your fears.
When everything seems to be going wrong
No matter what you do
And you get to this point of disgust
And starting to feel blue.
Where does one end and the other begin?
You have to go through total disgust
Then the depression begins.
(is depression just a point of total disgust?) hmmmm
When I get to that point in life
I pray to GOD to take away this strife
I walk to him with my problems in my hand
Cause I know he understands.
He says 'help yourself and I will help you'
So this is what I do.
I put all my pros and cons in a basket
And bury it in the ground like a casket.
I follow what I have in my heart
Because 'HE ' had put it there from the start.
This point of disgust can play a role in our life
We just have to stop and think twice.
This not only affects you, but all who are around
Creeps up on you without making a sound.
So I'll add that to the basket
With all my pros and cons
And the 'point of disgust' will also be gone.
BYE - BYE
poem by Louis Rams
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You
Its you and i, feeling good,
Watching the sky turn to sunrise pink.
The stars are fading, saying good night,
Throwing us a big fat wink.
Its you and i, feeling good,
This morning were up so early and bright.
The clouds are smiling, saying good night,
We know its gonna be right.
What are we doing, you and i?
Are we waiting for the pie to fall from the sky?
Maybe we should take five and go for a ride,
See what the world is up to, you and i?
I know youre still thinking of that empty room behind,
One day well air it and fill it with sunshine.
Now you know its just you and i
And thats no reason to cry.
So hope, skip and run, lets have some fun,
You and i, (you and I) you and i. (you and I)
You just turned nine, and were both fine,
You and, you and i.
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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You & I
Its you and i, feeling good,
Watching the sky turn to sunrise pink.
The stars are fading, saying good night,
Throwing us a big fat wink.
Its you and i, feeling good,
This morning were up so early and bright.
The clouds are smiling, saying good night,
We know its gonna be right.
What are we doing, you and i?
Are we waiting for the pie to fall from the sky?
Maybe we should take five and go for a ride,
See what the world is up to, you and i?
I know youre still thinking of that empty room behind,
One day well air it and fill it with sunshine.
Now you know its just you and i
And thats no reason to cry.
So hope, skip and run, lets have some fun,
You and i, (you and I) you and i. (you and I)
You just turned nine, and were both fine,
You and, you and i.
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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You & I
Its you and i, feeling good,
Watching the sky turn to sunrise pink.
The stars are fading, saying good night,
Throwing us a big fat wink.
Its you and i, feeling good,
This morning were up so early and bright.
The clouds are smiling, saying good night,
We know its gonna be right.
What are we doing, you and i?
Are we waiting for the pie to fall from the sky?
Maybe we should take five and go for a ride,
See what the world is up to, you and i?
I know youre still thinking of that empty room behind,
One day well air it and fill it with sunshine.
Now you know its just you and i
And thats no reason to cry.
So hope, skip and run, lets have some fun,
You and i, (you and I) you and i. (you and I)
You just turned nine, and were both fine,
You and, you and i.
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Praises
When you awaken one morning,
And feeling the absence of B.S.
Don't stop to wonder where it is...
Or quickly get dressed,
Expecting your usual day of stress.
Thank God for the moment!
And address this happiness.
Do your best to keep this feeling!
And express your thankfulness...
With praises you are willing to give,
Accept and share!
Hold onto it with a firm grip!
And pray to keep it there.
When you awaken one morning,
And feeling the absence of B.S.
Don't rush to the window as the sunrise lifts!
Forget that it ever came to visit.
And forgive yourself 'if' it is missed!
Sit...
With praises you are willing to give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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River of Love
I've been to many places throughout the world,
As a teen and as a small girl,
But one place holds me to the end,
That place has always been a questioning friend.
One moment sweet and so golden pure,
other times so evil, leaving me unsure,
But whether I dream or sit awake,
River of love knows my heart did break.
River of love, river of pure,
Why do you leave me so unsure?
River of mortality,
Why do you do this to me?
River of love, river of my youth,
Will you tell me where I went wrong?
because one's heart is not a dead flower,
And I don't want to spend my life crying for hours.
poem by Adnana Saric
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Seeing Your Soul
If you have a clairovant eye
like the Indian pschic who was a really cool guy—
You can see only colors of light
we are all consciousness, bliss
and pure delight.
Blowing light through my eye on the right—
he let me see a totally new insight.
Sparles of light is what I saw
it is pure energy which is physical law.
Soon cameras will capture the soul's vibration
scientists need to develop this for this
will be a celebration.
Written by Christina Sunrise on July 26,2012
www.suzae.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Today... The Thought of You Disgust Me to Tears
You are just not worthy,
Of my love and loyalty.
You dismiss my attempts,
To be totally devoted...
As something owed.
As if I was born to be attracted to you.
And you,
Happened to have been doing charity work.
With a decision you made to do me a favor.
You are just not worthy,
Of my patience I give with blind tolerance.
Others tried to convince me,
I made it too easy for you to use and abuse...
My inability to stop loving you.
Others tried to convince me,
You did nothing for me but treat me like a fool.
But the fool made in this scenerio is Y-O-U.
And you've proven that is if proud to announce it.
Well...
There is nothing left for you to announce.
No integrity left for you to save.
I use to think of you as being bold and brave.
Honest to a fault and inspiring.
Today...
The thought of you disgust me to tears.
Any picture I have of you,
Sitting high on a pedestal in my mind...
I seek to medicate to have you removed.
Anything to get me to feel I am cleansed.
The thought of ever being near you,
Embraced in a nakedness, exposed to show truth...
Has left me feeling cheap and dirty!
You disgust me to tears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today... The Thought of You Disgust Me to Tears
You are just not worthy,
Of my love and loyalty.
You dismiss my attempts,
To be totally devoted...
As something owed.
As if I was born to be attracted to you.
And you,
Happened to have been doing charity work.
With a decision you made to do me a favor.
You are just not worthy,
Of my patience I give with blind tolerance.
Others tried to convince me,
I made it too easy for you to use and abuse...
My inability to stop loving you.
Others tried to convince me,
You did nothing for me but treat me like a fool.
But the fool made in this scenerio is Y-O-U.
And you've proven that is if proud to announce it.
Well...
There is nothing left for you to announce.
No integrity left for you to save.
I use to think of you as being bold and brave.
Honest to a fault and inspiring.
Today...
The thought of you disgust me to tears.
Any picture I have of you,
Sitting high on a pedestal in my mind...
I seek to medicate to have you removed.
Anything to get me to feel I am cleansed.
The thought of ever being near you,
Embraced in a nakedness, exposed to show truth...
Has left me feeling cheap and dirty!
You disgust me to tears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't
Don’t take me to that place of lust
where desire turns to deep disgust.
Don’t take me to even greater depths
where pleasure sinks to deep regrets.
Don’t abandon me in erotic dreams
and let me drown in flooded streams.
Don’t exchange my love for lust
and leave me feeling with disgust.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Where Are We Going?
Restraints were hoisted on at such an early age
Straps were tightened in the class
Scripts by the school sage
Putting out the spark
Left us in the dark
Possibilities shut right down
The cleaver of the uniform was handed down
Treated like a clown
Where are we going
Where are we going
What are we doing
What are we doing
Throwing it away like that
What are you doing
Throwing is away
All that potential
All that potential
Trickling away like that
We will refuse to be your clones or
Work in someones scheme
Let a person find themselves not be part
Of a machine that worships power and wealth
We need our sanity
A day will come when everyone will have
Their due respect
Hate will no longer be a twisted form of love
Where are we going
What are we doing
Throwing it away like that
What are you doing
All that potential
Trickling away like that
Tell me where are we going
What are we doing
Throwing it away like that
What are you doing
All that potential
Trickling away like that
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Pure Feeling
so you desire nothing more
except
pure feeling,
how can i write about
feeling?
pure feeling?
yes, without words, without borders
no laces,
plain cloth, sand on the pillow
mold on the hammock,
lost worm wriggling on the shiny floor,
bird flying on brisk wings
towards places that i imagine,
deep into the sea
breathless
i lay my head upon your thighs
without looking at your eyes as i close mine in full trust
you thrush upon me
in the darkness of it all
love that rebuilds my empire
desire that puts moon on my evening sky
pure feeling
no direction, nothing to ask and nothing to give
i ask sometimes if i am right
if it is possible.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Between Moonset and Sunrise
with the sunrise
every second
less and less timid on my back
I walk towards moonset
feeling as high as I can
feeling like I never felt before,
feeling moved as can be
with the strength of sunrise on my back
confronting the miracle unfolding
in and surrounding me.
participating by consciously walking on
witnessing every new fabulous second of it
with the power of the moonset on my face
this paints me becoming who I am
through whom I was by nature itself
allowing me to feel and be
the observer in myself
breathing the fabulous views
flowing in and out of me
realizing the spirit of the moment
having and taking the opportunity
to capture is all to cover it all
within a flash of time
the moon disappears behind the clouds
knowing it will not fall
the shy sunrise
with its warming face
creating
the warmest blanket ever
for the first time
having
the courage
feeling
love and faith
it is a dream
I am living
it is a dream
breathing it in
and out
this is
what it is all about
poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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Leave Your Phone At Home
Sometimes it’s better to leave
your phone at home,
You don’t have to answer,
people leave you alone.
Now, it’s St. Patty’s Day,
everyone’s Green and very Gay,
wishing in a most happy way,
to have fun by the ton
which is better then O.K.
Now, leaving my phone
at home made my
night even better,
No calls, anD no
St. Patty’s Day letters.
Except I see
tons of missed calls
from caretaker Sherry,
who would rather be merry.
Those calls I’m glad I missed,
those calls where about Cockroach,
who I am pissed.
Now, can’t you get
a life even on a holiday?
Leave alone
Suzae Chevalier?
No you can’t
so you make Sherry pay.
Don’t you think she has
better things to do?
Then play mommy
for you?
Now, you look
like a fool.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.18,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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