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One Tumbles Down
Power blinds, money blinds
And sex blinds. One tumbles down
Hunger blinds; so does revenge
Jealousy blinds. One tumbles down
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love blinds the eyes to faults, and hatred blinds the eyes to virtues.
I Cant Stop The Rain
This is new york, yo
(its getting dark)
Night falls on the city
Finds me all alone
Makes me wonder
Should I just go on home
And I walk up the stairs
To see if youre sill there
Would you mind if
I found you alone
Then a cold wind came callin
Strange how it knew itd bother me
See the night would fade
But the pains gonna stay
Makes me wonder
Have you ever made love to me
I cant stop the rain, here it comes again
Lightnin strikes across the sky
Oh, I cant stop the rain, here it comes again
Lightnin only blinds my eyes
Aint it sad
When the only love I ever had
Just slips away
Right through my fingers
Aint it a shame when I think of your name
The only memory I have is it
I cant stop the rain, here it comes again
Lightnin strikes across the sky
Oh, I cant stop the rain, here it comes again
It takes a witch to curse that goddamn sky
I cant stop the rain, here it comes again
Lightnin strikes across the sky
Oh, I cant stop the rain, here it comes again
cause lightnin only blinds my eyes
Oh, I cant stop the rain, here it comes again
cause lightnin only blinds my eyes
Cant stop it, blinds my eyes
song performed by by Kiss
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Dust In The Wind
Music : Kerry Livgren
Lyrics: Kerry Livgren
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now, Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
song performed by by Scorpions
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Dust In The Wind
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Flash before my eyes of curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now
Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and Sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
song performed by by Kansas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sightless
I cannot
Look back.
A flood of
Tears...
Blinds me.
I cannot look
Forward...
A flood of tears
Blinds me...
I close my eyes -
And stop looking.
Yet the deluge finds me.
Submerges me
In its blindness,
And renders me -
Tearfully sightless.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Pretty in Placerville
Hands are made for grasping
Gold, dust in brown canvass bags, nuggets
For teeth impressions.
Dust trails lead in and out
Of toil and thirst. The thirst for
Gold, soul of the merciless mine.
The gold is mine.
My fingers are worn short
From rolling in the abrasives;
My lips made thin by kissing
The sun come down to earth.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Coal-Truck
I am a coal-truck
Carrying gold dust.
Someone threw some
Coal-dust upon
My gold-dust.
I am a coal-truck
In a gold mine.
Someone struck a coal vein
And piled me full in vain.
I am a coal-truck
Covered in subterranean dust.
Someone shovelled my soil
And found an ancient bone
All coiled.
I am a coal-truck
Waiting for the rain.
The sun is my rail
The night my shed.
I am a coal-truck
Rumbling all the way.
Wash me in the rain-storm
And fill me full of coke
Until I choke.
(©: T. Wignesan,1957 - Pub. in 'Forum Academicum', Heidelberg University,1957; from the collection: Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: 1961)
poem by T. Wignesan
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We Are Blind
The greed blinds one.
The pride blinds one.
So does the lust.
So does the rage.
(36.04.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rumi passed by here today
like a blank page, then
gold dust lightly scattered over it
then a soft breeze blows it away
but nothing is lost
for there was nothing to be gained;
enough, that you were here;
for you don't need to pursue a metaphor
when - see! - the metaphor is god, is world;
you don't need to convince us of anything
that we don't already know
just a reminder that this is
how it is;
a smile in passing;
your gold dust scattered;
for a moment
we are your beauty.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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It's not the beauty of a woman that blinds the man, the man blinds himself.
What Are We?
WHAT ARE WE?
What are we?
Dust of the earth
Dust of the stars
Thinking dust
Dreaming dust
Loving dust
Dust of Dust
God’s Dust
What are we?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sometimes I am amazed of the magic that is done
It all started with something insignificant
Like dust,
Sticking on a window pane, and I want it
Dusted off, it is dirt, it is unwanted,
And I do not even know what to do next
About such
Insignificance and feelings of simply
Trying to get rid of dust immediately,
But then, I begin to think about this
Dust, this me, this dust in me,
Some dusts on my feet, some dusts on
My forehead, and some dusts in my ears,
Some dusts in my eyes so obstructive
Of what I really am, and I know what to do next,
The bulb lighting in my head in a sudden,
I touch the dust,
I feel the dust with my fingers, and I am crazy enough
I taste the dust on my window pane,
And I shiver,
I am shaking to its taste, the taste of nothingness
If was from dust that I really come,
I now remember,
It will be to dust that I shall return,
I am now reminded,
And the dust that I used to see
As dirt, as something so insignificant, is now,
A magical patch, glistening, so filled with meaning,
I am nothing but dust; I am biting the dust,
I am very insignificant, in that window pane, at first.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blow
I want to take away your pain and blow it away into the wind.
I want to blow off the dust covering you and make you new again.
For we all get dust on ourselves once in a while, just like a floor gets dirty,
But this time I will sweep up your dust.
That way you will be new in your eyes even though in my eyes you have always been.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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Great Pyramid at Giza
First, I can only think
Of the work, the strain, the backs, the bricks;
But the Egyptians had good medicine,
And it kept the workers going.
Khufu's memory was completely
Looted. Strabo himself called
Attention to it,
Prior to the Arab caliph's arrival.
Where is that gold now?
On your finger,
In your teeth?
And is gold always defiled, like it seems?
The curse of the mummies
Follows us as shadows,
For nations are also built with gold;
And the dust of gold with nations.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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For The Love Of Gold Shining In Their Eyes
gold gold is the fever metal
for the love of gold shining in their eyes
men resort to violent base morals
gold lust will turn men's
hearts to savage beasts
gold is not a beautiful metal
of salvation
curse of death men's
gold haunts
generations of men
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Nature Boy
I pull the blinds then I take my clothes off
Dance around the house like nature boy
My genitalia and pectoral muscles arent quite what I would like them to be
But you dont see me
No one can see me
I pull my blinds
Fill out my income tax form
Pen in hand I write so legibly
I have my kitty. his name is allowishus, I stroke him
But you dont see me
No one should see me
I pull the blinds
For the sun glares off my tele and I find it quite so irritating
I have my videos-loads of ren and stimpy
Bottom-a bit of pornography
But you dont see me
No one should see me
--
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Ive been persecuted since I sailed in through the door!
And Ive been known to sing a song in 3 and 4 and 5!
And Ive been gettin my ass chewed out since the day I arrived here!
song performed by by Primus
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Self-rewarding Pat On the Backs
A fading influence,
Is protected from ruin.
And from the eyes of those,
That have been overdosed...
With,
Excited.
Invited.
Self-rewarding,
Pat on the backs.
A fading influence,
Is protected from ruin.
And from the eyes of those,
That have been overdosed...
With,
Excited.
Invited.
Self-rewarding,
Pat on the backs.
And sit relaxed...
Like,
Fat cats!
Shoveled away,
Is the scent of manure.
People who endured it,
Reached and sought for better days.
Some folks who stayed,
Pray on wounded knees.
Hoping that the sky will open,
To release,
Gold trimmed silver trinkets as they please.
And some sneeze from the gold dust rubbed.
With,
Excited.
Invited.
Self-rewarding,
Pat on the backs.
Hoping that the sky will open,
To release,
Gold trimmed silver trinkets as they please.
And some sneeze from the gold dust rubbed.
With,
Excited.
Invited.
Self-rewarding,
Pat on the backs.
And from the eyes of those,
That have been overdosed...
A fading influence,
Is protected from ruin.
With,
Excited.
Invited.
Self-rewarding,
Pat on the backs.
Excited.
Invited.
Self-reward ing,
Pat on the backs.
Pat on the backs,
Like relaxed fat cats!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The blinds, a fortune
Blinds are dear and near to the God
As they commit no sins, no crimes.
The God is dear and near to blinds
As he committed wrongs on them.
17.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dirty Epic
Sweet in winter sweet in rain.
Shake well before use she said.
You never touch me anymore this way.
Connector in. receiver out.
You let me in through the back door.
Ride the sainted rhythms on the midnight train to romford.
Ride the sainted rhythms.
Sweet in winter sweet in rain.
Shake well before use she said.
You never touch me anymore this way.
Oh no.
Connector connector connector connector.
Youre a connector connector connector connector.
Im so dirty. and the light blinds my eyes.
Youre oh so dirty. and the light it blinds my eyes.
Here comes christ on crutches.
Call me wet trampoline she said today.
Well I was too busy with my hand.
Shake well before use she said
But you never touch me anymore.
I was busy listening for phone sex
Coming through the back door.
In skin-tight trunks.
And we all went mental and danced.
I get my kicks on channel six.
I get my kicks on channel six.
To the off-peak electricity.
And the light blinds my eyes.
And I feel dirty.
And the light blinds my eyes.
And I feel so shaken in my faith.
Here comes christ on crutches.
And here comes another god.
Here comes another god
Like a buffalo thunder
With a smell of sugar and a velvet tongue
And designer voodoo.
And I got phone sex to see me
Through the emptiness in my 501s.
Freeze-dried with a new religion.
And my teeth stuffed back in my head.
I get my kicks on channel six.
The light it burns my eyes.
And I feel so dirty.
Here comes christ on crutches.
I will not be confused.
Will not be confused.
They left me confused.
I will not be confused with another man.
This pressure of opinions.
Lighten up.
Listen to your eyes you said.
But all I could see was doris day
In a big screen satellite.
Disappearing down the tube hole on farringdon street
With whiplash willy the motor psycho.
And the light it burns my eyes.
And the light it burns my eyes.
I get my kicks on channel six.
song performed by by Underworld
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