He does not live in this world that can skin a grindstone.
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The Scissors-Grinder's Song
Fetch on your scissors, your slender blade--
To make them brilliant and sharp's my trade;
To every door-step my grindstone comes,
And on and ever it strolls and hums.
I and my grindstone, we wander by,
And no one asks me from whence come I;
How poor I am, no one cares to know,
None care to hear of my spirit's woe.
I'm ground by sorrow both day and night,
And yet I never am polished bright;
I'm ground by hunger, and though it pales
The face, to sharpen the wit it fails.
I'm ground by grief, but the work is ill,
For notched and rusty my heart is, still.
The wheel is whirling, the stone has grit--
Fetch on your steel--shall I sharpen it?
poem by Carmen Sylva
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Love Profusion
There are too many questions
There is not one solution
There is no resurrection
There is so much confusion
And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love vibration
You make me feel
You make it shine
There are too many options
There is no consolation
I have lost my illusions
What I want is an explanation
And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love direction
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
There is no comprehension
There is real isolation
There is so much destruction
What I want is a celebration
And I know I can feel bad
When I get in a bad mood
And the world can look so sad
Only you make me feel good
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
(Spoken:)
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love intention
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
And I know I can feel bad
When I get in a bad mood
And the world can look so sad
Only you make me feel good
song performed by by Madonna
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What kind of world do you live in?
I live in a world full of hatred and criminal acts.
Do you?
I live in a world where thousands of babies die to abortion.
Do you?
I live in a world where kids get abused.
Do you?
I live in a world where people live below poverty.
Do you?
I live in a world where drugs are sold.
Do you?
I live in a world where people are scared to live in the world.
Do you?
My world is your world.
Do you see what i see?
poem by Kelsey Jarreau
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Rhino Skin
You need rhino skin
If youre gonna begin
To walk
Through this world
You need elephant balls
If you dont want to crawl
On your hands
Through this world
Oh my love if I reveal
Every secret Ive concealed
How many thoughts would you steal
How much of my pain would you feel
You need eagles wings
To get over things
That make no sense
In this world
You need rhino skin
If youre gonna pretend
Youre not hurt by this world
If you listen long enough
You can hear my skin grow tough
Love is painful to the touch
Must be made of stronger stuff
You need rhino skin
To get to the end
Of the maze through this world
You need rhino skin
Or youre gonna give in
To the needles and pins
The arrows of sin
The evils of men
You need rhino skin
song performed by by Tom Petty
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Live-in World
(charley foskett)
Producer for bonnie: charley foskett
Recorded in 1986 for the charity album 'it's a live-in world', part of the anti-heroin project. lyrics taken from careful listening.
Put an end to that long cold existence you've lived by
Let a warm and loving hand touch your pain
The part of you that is hurting, making you cry
When all the world looks like the devil in a 3-d frame
Pull down defences
Open up your heart
Don't build defences
'cause they'll only fall apart
'cause it's a live-in world
A live-in world
It's a live-in world
A live-in world
It's a live-in world
It's alright by me
So why can't you see
It's a live-in world
A live-in world
It's a live-in world
Alone and afraid and it's all inside
It starts breaking
And we cry from inside
But the help is denied once again
And your heart has grown cold
'cause you've grown so old
Bones aching
You'll be a slave to that white-powered whore
'til the dragon is slayed
'cause it's a live-in world
A live-in world
It's a live-in world
A live-in world
It's a live-in world
It's alright by me
So why can't you see
It's a live-in world
A live-in world
It's a live-in world
Etc...repeat and fade...
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Boots...
the boots of modern America,
are made of black skin, Native American skin,
poor white trash skin, migrant worker skin,
unemployed skin, homeless skin,
prisoner poverty street skin....
who will they walk on next?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Skin
Skin discloses unrealized dreams:
people moved with desires,
thinking about children they never had,
the books they never wrote,
the world they hoped to change.
Skin tells secrets:
it cracks like desert ground;
it uncovers the trails of life,
telling how long you have been here.
White skin,
black skin,
brown skin...
speak loud.
And when it is covered,
it itches.
poem by Buxton Shippy
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My Lonely World
I live in a world of my own
Where no one ever goes
A place where it is only me
And no one else to see
I live in my separated world
A diverted world
A world where no one has ever been
A world whose face has no grin
I created it you see
Or rather it formed around me
It’s a world with no precise view
Its observations are skewed
It’s a world with no real time
Nothing is ever orderly in a line
It’s a place of my very own
A place that will never be shown
I live in it all by myself
I call it my own hell
My own hell that I suffer everyday
My own hell that I live through everyday
But I live in it
And I don’t ever wish I was out of it
Cause no one understands me
No on cares about me
In their world they all live in
In the world I could never fit in
So I prefer my own world-
My little lonely world
poem by Rachel Blank
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The hot hot sun
The hot hot sun
bakes
my skin skin skin
irksome infants
make
a din din din
could get under
my skin skin skin.
No
take a breath
a deep belly breath
let your diaphragm do the work
vorsprung durch inhallation
the oxygen bubbles into my blood
the heat touches my
bones
my mind absorbs those mutual benefits
slows, calms, immersed a gentle euphoria
and the warmth of the breeze embraces
I feel the joy joy joy
of the sun sun sun
on my skin skin skin
on this hot hot day!
poem by Robin Pratt
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The World Where You Live
Here's someone now whose got the muscle
His steady hand could move a mountain
Expert in bed but come on now
There must be something missing
That golden one leads a double life
You'll find out
But i don't know where you go
Do you climb into space
To the world where you live
The world where you live
So here we lie against each other
These four walls can never hold us
We're looking for wide open spaces
High above the kitchen
And we're strangers here
On our way to some other place
But i don't know where you go
Do you climb into space
To the world where you live
The world where you live
The world where you live
When friends come round
You might remember and be sad
Behind their eyes is unfamiliar
Do you climb into space
To the world where you live
The world where you live...
song performed by by Crowded House
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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World Where You Live
Here's someone now whose got the muscle
His steady hand could move a mountain
Expert in bed but come on now
There must be something missing
That golden one leads a double life
You'll find out
But i don't know where you go
Do you climb into space
To the world where you live
The world where you live
So here we lie against each other
These four walls can never hold us
We're looking for wide open spaces
High above the kitchen
And we're strangers here
On our way to some other place
But i don't know where you go
Do you climb into space
To the world where you live
The world where you live
The world where you live
When friends come round
You might remember and be sad
Behind their eyes is unfamiliar
Do you climb into space
To the world where you live
The world where you live...
song performed by by Crowded House
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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how i wish the world is blind to see me naked and broken
they always say
ever since i was small
this little boy is ugly
he will not have a promising future
(did they think that i better be thrown
to the sea and be eaten by sharks
or to the forest so i can be the prey
to those predators?)
they let me live, however,
thanks, nonetheless, and i have grown to be what i am
ugly
learning to live this way
ugly
time however has told me a different story
about the ugliness that lies only on the surface of
things, and living memories have grown in me
the seeds
some possibilities
for beauty
like i can grow a mind of my own
like i can be cultivated like a beautiful flower
of my choosing
in my own garden
like i can have the possibility of
a sweet scent
or i can be a slender plant that will bear
some luscious fruits
to feed the world and make it feel
that i can
quench its thirst
or satisfy its hunger
i have learned patiently
how to be a better possibility and long time ago
when i undressed myself
removing some layers of sadness
and confusion
skin upon skin upon skin
i was once afraid of everything
the windows
the cracks and the crevices
i was once afraid of the hundred eyes of this world
those walls barring me
those writings on the fences of my existence
shouting that
i am ugly
(that i do not have the right to live
or anything to live with)
i go naked again
time places another mirror at the center of my
thoughts,
to see another me
i am beautiful
in my nakedness
now, i do not wish anymore a blind world
so it can see the unfolding
the coming of my
thousand possibilities like some kind winds
white sea caps and gentle sands,
i am beautiful and i really know it now
by heart
this confident soul undressed and still so beautiful.
that you, my lovely world,
must start to see.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beneath The Skin
Beneath the Skin a caustic red river
Beneath the Skin corrosive abuser
Beneath the Skin genetic in rupture
Beneath the Skin all cold and hungered
Beneath the Skin a still born forgiveness
Beneath the Skin cell transfer in whispers
Beneath the Skin a lover cries murder
Beneath the Skin all cold and hungered
Beneath the Skin i wasted this moment
Beneath the Skin old undiscovered
Beneath the Skin another lies ruptured
Beneath the Skin all cold and hungered
song performed by by Queen Adreena
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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How I Wish The World Does Not Have A Hundred Eyes To See Me Naked
how i wish the world is blind to see me naked and broken
they always say
ever since i was small
this little girl is ugly
she will not have a promising future
(did they think that i better be thrown
to the sea and be eaten by sharks
or to the forest so i can be the prey
to those predators?)
they let me live, however,
thanks, nonetheless, and i have grown to be what i am
ugly
learning to live this way
ugly
time however has told me a different story
about the ugliness that lies only on the surface of
things, and living memories have grown in me
the seeds
some possibilities
for beauty
like i can grow a mind of my own
like i can be cultivated like a beautiful flower
of my choosing
in my own garden
like i can have the possibility of
a sweet scent
or i can be a slender plant that will bear
some luscious fruits
to feed the world and make it feel
that i can
quench its thirst
or satisfy its hunger
i have learned patiently
how to be a better possibility and long time ago
when i undressed myself
removing some layers of sadness
and confusion
skin upon skin upon skin
i was once afraid of everything
the windows
the cracks and the crevices
i was once afraid of the hundred eyes of this world
those walls barring me
those writings on the fences of my existence
shouting that
i am ugly
(that i do not have the right to live
or anything to live with)
i go naked again
time places another mirror at the center of my
thoughts,
to see another me
i am beautiful
in my nakedness
now, i do not wish anymore a blind world
so it can see the unfolding
the coming of my
thousand possibilities like some kind winds
white sea caps and gentle sands,
i am beautiful and i really know it now
by heart
this confident soul undressed and still so beautiful.
that you, my lovely world, must start to see.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity.
H.G. Wells in The Time Machine
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Colour Blind
I often shake with anger
As I read up on how
People are so blind
When it comes to each others race
Why must there be so much hate
Over the colour of ones skin
Why must people rant and rage
About the culture you belong too
Why is it a sin to be who you are?
Why must we all be persecuted?
For being just you
It boggles the mind
That still lives and breaths
In this day and age
I am indeed very luck
To live were I live
I have never seen the KKK
I have never been apart of a apartheid
I have never shed a tear over the anger
Of losing one simply because of the colour our skin
It's all a mystifying unthinkable part of humanity
That always baffles me
Or even say I am proud to be human
When I see so much hate for just being you
Why is this so
Why does this live and breathe in this world
We like to call our home
Can't we all just be colour blind
And be thankful for what we have
Can't we all just be human and say
I love you my friend
One often dreams…I can dream cant I?
poem by Kaila George
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Skin
Underneath my skin, is another skin
Underneath my bones some other bones
In which you have walked
And still walk
Underneath this tree grows another tree
In which you have grown
In which your roots have sewn
These shoots that rise up
Carry me nearer to you
I walk into your past
Breathe inside of your days
And your heart holds mine
Each beat
A sign that you are still living
Underneath these stones
Are your living stones
That will not die
I walk into your past
And live always in your presence
I carry you under my skin
Shaped by the dust of your bone
Born from the seed of your love
Carried on the wind
I carry you under my skin
Into the skin of another
Into the flesh and the blood of a lover
And you will live on
In the root of the tree
In the fruit of the flower
On and on
Held in the heart on another
I carry you under my skin
And always you are here, with me
poem by Yvette Smith
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