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It Keeps Right On A-Hurtin' (take 2)
I cry myself to sleep each night
Wishing I could hold you tight
Life seems so empty since you went away
And the pillow where you lay your head
Now holds my empty dreams instead
And it keeps right on a-hurtin'
Since you're gone
It keeps right on a'hurtin every minute of the day
Every hour you're away I feel so lonely
And I can't help it, I don't think I can go on
And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
They say a man ain't supposed to cry
But when I see you passing by
My heart breaks down and cries a million tears
The pillow where you lay your head
Now holds my empty dreams instead
And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
It keeps right on a'hurtin every minute of the day
Every hour you're away I feel so lonely
And I can't help it, I don't think I can go on
And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
Yes, it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A full ear of corn will bend its head; an empty ear will stand upright.
It Keeps Right On A-hurtin
(words & music by j. tillotson)
I cry myself to sleep each night
Wishing I could hold you tight
Life seems so empty since you went away
And the pillow where you lay your head
Now holds my empty dreams instead
And it keeps right on a-hurtin
Since youre gone
It keeps right on ahurtin every minute of the day
Every hour youre away I feel so lonely
And I cant help it, I dont think I can go on
And it keeps right on a-hurtin since youre gone
They say a man aint supposed to cry
But when I see you passing by
My heart breaks down and cries a million tears
The pillow where you lay your head
Now holds my empty dreams instead
And it keeps right on a-hurtin since youre gone
It keeps right on ahurtin every minute of the day
Every hour youre away I feel so lonely
And I cant help it, I dont think I can go on
And it keeps right on a-hurtin since youre gone
Yes, it keeps right on a-hurtin since youre gone
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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An empty head is not really empty; it is stuffed with rubbish. Hence the difficulty of forcing anything into an empty head.
quote by Eric Hoffer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Woman with no name
I see her fly up high in the blue skies
From afar I see her stand near by
She is ugly
She holds her head up high
She is pretty
She holds her head up high
She is rich
She holds her head up high
She is poor
She holds her head up high
She is stupid
She holds her head up high
She is intelligent
She holds her head up high
There she flies
A woman with no name
The one you tried to frame
She is a friend, a sister, a mother and a lover
She is a teacher, rocker, a stalker and a comforter
She is a worker, politician and a prostitute
She is everything from complex to minute
A killer in your very mist
been fed sick pills
sent out to the road to kill
She is an instiller of the truth
when you feast demanding your manners
Her favorite breakfast banner
You look at me in disbelief and shock
As if you've just been hit with a rock
Where is your luck?
You look at me in shock
The truth is bitter
Does not only shock but sucks
There she flies
A woman with no name
The one you tried to frame
She is the one you tried to dismiss
In your bed with a single kiss
You did not listen
She was only seeking justice
She is the mother of your children
Producing grown up women and men
I see her in your eyes
As she cries
With pain, deranged from the rain
She is the one you pretend
Is not important
Right from when you were an infant
So you rant and rant and rant
She is the one you alienate, frustrate, underrate,
and try so often to eliminate
There she stands
She stands on my shoulder
Ready to embark on a journey
She is the woman with no name
The one you tried to frame
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
www.sylviachidi.com
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Empty Soul
The solitary figure that walks along the beach
at the waters edge with aspiration
floating around their head,
but take a look again
and tell us what you see
within the drooped shoulders.
That seem to hold the burdens of the world,
and the eyes that seem forever
always gazed towards the ground.
The face that never smiles when jokes are abound.
You say you see a solitary figure
a life with nothing, but just an empty soul.
You say that figure remains you of someone
whose name is on the tip of your tongue.
Look again friend deeply this time
for that solitary figure
who holds within an empty soul
is just a reflection of me.
15 May 2010
poem by David Harris
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To be a saint is the exception to be upright is the rule. Err, falter, sin, but be upright. To commit the least possible sin is the law for man. Sin is a gravitation.
quote by Victor Hugo
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An arrow shot upright falls on the shooter's head.
Go Not Empty Handed
O! High floating cloud,
Drifting to the arid farms,
Come back to me,
Take my tears along,
Hoarded for this day,
It is not upright
To go empty handed,
Take my tears along.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Your Sound Is Sweeter
There's no sound as sweet as yours
It takes me before dawn
It lies with me after midnight
Chorus
And your sound
Holds me
Like nothing else has before
Your sound
Loves me
And I can't fight it anymore
End chorus
Your sound is sweeter than
All the fighting I've done
It catches the truth and holds on
Chorus
And your sound
Holds me
Like nothing else has before
Your sound
Loves me
And I can't fight it anymore
End chorus
Your sound plays back through my head again
It's the only thing keeping me going
Loving you, forever and ever
Chorus
And your sound
Holds me
Like nothing else has before
Your sound
Loves me
And I can't fight it anymore
End chorus
Your sound is sweeter than
The moonlight on my windowsill
It sings, I dropp dead
Chorus
And your sound
Holds me
Like nothing else has before
Your sound
Loves me
And I can't fight it anymore
End chorus
I'm awake with your sound
Echoing in the dark
Your sound is sweeter than love
Chorus
And your sound
Holds me
Like nothing else has before
Your sound
Loves me
And I can't fight it anymore
End chorus
A man should be upright, not be kept upright.
quote by Marcus Aurelius
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Empty Arms
Empty arms
That long for you
And they wait
Dear just for you
And these arms
Will stay this way
Till you return
To them someday
Each lonely night
I go to bed
I hug the pillow
Where you used to lay your head
Empty arms
But not for long
Cause my babys coming home
And when he
Walks through the door
These empty arms
Ill have no more
And when he
Walks through that door
These empty arms
Ill have no more
These empty arms
Ill have no more
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Yours Forever
Here we are in the grays of winter,
Here we are just me and you,
Hold my hand,
Lets face tomorrow,
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
This precious time we've only borrowed,
The autumn winds have blown on through,
A quiet thought will tell our story,
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
Yes tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
Here some wings,
There yours forever,
And heres some dreams,
That will come true,
Take these tears, to wash away your sorrows,
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you,
Yes tomorrow still holds out its to you,
Yes tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
song performed by by John Mellencamp
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In Your Conduct
See no evil and do no evil!
Being peaceful to one another is better than throwing bombs;
And be upright in your conduct and in your conversation.
Upright and loving-kindness!
For the little that a righteous person does have is,
Better than the great riches of the wicked ones!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Lass With The Delicate Air
Timid and smiling, beautiful and shy,
She drops her head at every passer bye.
Afraid of praise she hurries down the streets
And turns away from every smile she meets.
The forward clown has many things to say
And holds her by the gown to make her stay,
The picture of good health she goes along,
Hale as the morn and happy as her song.
Yet there is one who never feels a fear
To whisper pleasing fancies in her ear;
Yet een from him she shuns a rude embrace,
And stooping holds her hands before her face,--
She even shuns and fears the bolder wind,
And holds her shawl, and often looks behind.
poem by John Clare
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