Be not a shoemaker nor yet a shaft maker save for thyself alone: let the shoe be misshapen, or crooked the shaft, and a curse on thy head will be called.
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Shaft!
Who am i?
I am i.
Who are you?
You are me!
Why cant I get it straight?
No!
Why cant I see it straight?
Shaft!
We cant let you,
We cant let you go.
Shaft! shaft! shaft! shaft!
Ill get a new one, then!
I take a look, a look around, gas limited.
I take a look around,
I tell myself I live again!
I take a look, a look around, gas limited.
I take a look around, I tell myself I live again!
Why cant I get it straight?
No!
Why cant I see it straight?
Shaft!
We cant let you,
We cant let you go.
Up until this day;
I take a look, a look around, gas limited.
Up untile this day;
I look around, I tell myselfi live again!
Shaft....
Wheres lorena when we need her?
song performed by by Incubus
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Vanishing Eyes
I saw your shaft on the water
So empty was the depth
I touched the beauty
Which was torn in me
So long dark nights I had
With you in joy or sad
Kissing the land of myths
Rising the soddomies of love
I saw your shaft on the water
For a while she has disappeared
Maybe feared
Of me, a wicked outlaw
You soar from the water into my heart
You are naked in me as I am
The moon will cry to her emptiness
You are with whole life and gods in me
I saw your shaft on the water of my eyes
For she will never rise
poem by Amir Forougi
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Ride Dreams Through Star Gates
Who first lashed dream feathers
from bird of prey to smooth shaft
of an arrow giving a stick flight?
Who first carved a wooden wheel
attached wheels to concept shaft
shaft to cart yoked in horse powers?
Mystic connections seed imagination minds
dreams tamed are swift fleet fast wild horses
who can ride dreams through star gate lights?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Stand Up
There is a heart alive somewhere there is a heart in the heart of a city
there is a beat a beating heart come with me now I want to find it
money, pressure, desperation monkey on the back beaten to submission
anxiety attack working for survival with one eye on the clock the faces
on the underground are in a state of at the bottom of a shaft at the
bottom of a mine shaft there is a sole survivor at the bottom of a shaft
at the bottom of a mine shaft a long distance driver there is a beat
that is still alive but it's HARD to find in the heart of the city we
move around in the underground in our endless grey we can ignore each
other all day!
song performed by by Underworld
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The Rainbow of Happiness
Over the rainbow bluebirds scatter,
Nothing’s there to really matter.
A shaft of light born of love,
From the womb of life
Pierces the axis of your being
Your home.
No need to climb that mountain,
No need for promised lands,
No need to climb that fence,
The shaft of light has told you,
You’re sitting on a golden seat,
See,
Your Eden’s.
Lying all around your feet.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Songs Set To Music: 9. Set By Mr. De Fesch
Is it, O love, thy want of eyes,
Or by the Fates decreed,
That hearts so seldom sympathise,
Or for each other bleed?
If thou wouldst make two youthful hearts
One amorous shaft obey,
'Twould save thee the expense of darts,
And more extend thy sway.
Forbear, alas! thus to destroy
Thyself, thy growing power,
For that which would be stretch'd by joy
Despair will soon devour.
Ah! wound then my relentless fair,
For thy own sake and mine,
That boundless may be my share,
And double glory thine.
poem by Matthew Prior
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Razor Edge Reflexes
I have a secret source of inspiration
an infusion of secret determination
the assassin who marked me prime target
shot shaft after devilish shaft death skillfully
sometimes the attack of an enemy
makes a more skilled superior warrior
skills latent within are horned keen
once untested battle seasoned I stand
cutting edge of iron prepares senses
reactions blur in beauty of shadow dance
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Glycine's Song
A sunny shaft did I behold,
From sky to earth it slanted:
And poised therein a bird so bold
Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted!
He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he troll'd
Within that shaft of sunny mist;
His eyes of fire, his beak of gold,
All else of amethyst!
And thus he sang: 'Adieu! adieu!
Love's dreams prove seldom true.
The blossoms, they make no delay:
The sparking dew-drops will not stay.
Sweet month of May,
We must away;
Far, far away!
To-day! to-day!'
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Tell Me Why
Mothers crying in the street
Children dying at their feet, tell me why, ooh tell me why
People starving everywhere
Theres too much food but theres none to spare,
Tell me why, oh tell me why
Can you see that shaft of sunlight
Can you see it in my eyes
I can feel the fire thats burning
Anger and hope so deep
So deep within my heart but before my eyes
For some its too late
Cos it seems theres no-one listening
People sleeping in the streets
No roof above, no food to eat, tell me why, oh tell me why
See the questions in their eyes
Listen to their childrens cries,
Tell me why, please tell me why
If theres a god, is he watching
Can he give a ray of hope
So much pain and so much sorrow
Tell me what does he see
When he looks at you
When he looks at me
What would he say
Cos it seems theres no-one listening
Who would think it still could happen
Even in this time and place
Politicians, they may save themselves
Ah but they wont save their face
So hope against hope its not too late
You say theres nothing you can do
Is there one rule for them and one for you,
Tell me why, just tell my why
Listen can you see that shaft of sunlight
Can you see it in my eyes
I can feel the fire thats burning
Anger and hope so deep
So deep within my heart but before my eyes
For some its too late
And it seems theres no-one listening
Hurry for me, hurry for me
Hurry for me, hurry for me, they cry, they cry...
song performed by by Genesis
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When I jerked it out the head remained in my leg, where it remains still. There were a couple of inches of blood on the shaft of the arrow when I pulled it out.
quote by George Crook
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Mr. Shoemaker's Daughter
Hey, mr. shoemaker's daughter,
Hey, mr. shoemaker's daughter,
Don't throw my love away.
I'm coming home today.
Hey, mr. green grocer's daughter,
Hey, mr. green grocer's daughter,
Don't turn your head away.
Don't take the sun away.
Every time i see you i wanna say "hey".
But every time you see me you walking away from me.
I've been gone for such a long, long time,
But i'm coming home, gonna make you mine.
Hey, mr. cake baker's daughter,
Hey, mr. bread baker's daughter,
I'm coming home today.
Don't hide the world[?] away.
Every time i see you i wanna say "hey".
But every time you see me you walking away from me.
I've been gone for such a long, long time,
But i'm coming home, gonna make you mine.
How is that fresh morning feeling?
How is the dawn and the evening?
I will be free today.
Hey, mr. shoemaker's daughter,
Hey, mr. shoemaker's daughter,
I'll see you soon today.
Hey, mr. dress maker's daughter,
Hey, mr. green seller's daughter,
Don't throw my love away.
song performed by by Kinks
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Sudden Enlightenment after BUSON Yosa no
SUDDEN ENLIGHTENMENT
Cecity stumbled
stick through moonlight shaft tumbled
on me and laughed
7 March 1975 revised 28 December 2008 robi03_0043_buso01_0001 PHT_JXX
after BUSON Yosa no 1716_1784
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SUDDEN ENLIGHTENMENT
A blind man groping
through a brilliant shaft of moonlight, stumbled
into me - and laughed!
translator unknown
BUSON Yosa no 1716_1784
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Who will wear a shoe that hurts him, because the shoe-maker tells him 'tis well made?
quote by Algernon Sydney
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Desperation Of Trespassed Life
man perceives
subconsciously
with pain
-laden
inner eye
piercing shaft
lays
vampire heart
to rest
thus
symbolising
an innate
dread of death
all allure gifts
vivacious vivid
carnal spiritual
alike
are conquered
when suffering
terror spasms
coursing through
failing frame
defeat faith hope
as soul
succumbs
to ultimate
chill
shadow
rooted
in
indifferent
death
the desperation
of trespassed
life
is transitory
the piercing shaft
that lays
the vampire heart
to rest
poem by Terence George Craddock
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So Soon
So soon
he shall find his way
to the top
of the mountain too
just like you
but this time
he will not promise
anyone
that he will fix
whatever is crooked
and misshapen
on the horizon
he will sit there
take his deep breathe
and watch
all the phenomenal
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An axe without a shaft is no threat to the forest.
Subculture
I like walking in the park
When it gets late at night
I move 'round in the dark
And leave when it gets light
I sit around by day
Tied up in chains so tight
These crazy words of mine
So wrong they could be
What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days youll go back to your home
You wont even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
Youll realise you cant shaft without someone else
In the end you will submit
Its got to hurt a little bit
I like talking in my sleep
When people work so hard
They need what they cant keep
A choice that leaves them scarred
A room without a view
Unveils the truth so soon
And when the sun goes down
Youve lost what you had
What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days youll go back to your home
You wont even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
Youll realise you cant shaft without someone else
In the end you will submit
Its got to hurt a little bit
song performed by by New Order
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Antigone
She lived in a bowl
On the kitchen countertop
At the end of a shaft of light
In the company of a waterwheel
Between the rim's frill
Where the glass thickened to a lip
And the bowl's bottom, carpeted
With Perl mutter shingle
Aligned, more or less
To cosmic north and south
Jeweled with yellow beads
Like the windows of an airbus.
Balanced in her heaven
By fins that beat dimly
A mouth that sucked in water
As if fueled by a rubber band,
Her eyes like ebony pin-heads
Her form horizontally striped blue-
Occasionally emitting a bubble
Or grazing at the waterline
She was a vertebrate all right
Highly evolved and alone
Little fish, little pond, big name-
Antigone. What became of you?
She lived in a bowl
On the kitchen countertop
At the end of a shaft of light
Antigone, what became of you?
poem by Morgan Michaels
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