If you can give me no ointment for my wound, can you help me by not rubbing salt in?
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Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed
Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound
In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat
On the silent sea we have heard the sound
That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet.
Under the mile off moon we trembled listening
To the sea sound flowing like blood from the loud wound
And when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing
The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind.
Open a pathway through the slow sad sail,
Throw wide to the wind the gates of the wandering boat
For my voyage to begin to the end of my wound,
We heard the sea sound sing, we saw the salt sheet tell.
Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the mouth in the throat,
Or we shall obey, and ride with you through the drowned.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Doing the right thing for someone else was like a tonic for me; it was like some magic ointment that made a wound disappear.
quote by Susie Bright
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This Old Wound
I've been bleeding well from this old wound,
Cleaning it with salt, so it will still feel new.
Sometimes eyes turn black, and sometimes scars are tracks.
But everytime you're gone,
I wish that you'd come back.
And everyone watched me waste myself,
and everyone cheared at last.
And all of them found it comforting.
It's better it's me, then them.
I think I'm doing well from what they say,
They've taken both my belts
And shoelaces away.
But I believe in luck...
I think I do.
Well I believe for sure,
If ever I see you.
've been fanning flames from these old coals.
Feeding them with tender, and hoping they will grow.
And I've been savoring what I can't hold.
A blind belief in goodness
That doesn't seem to show.
And I've been bleeding well from this old wound.
Cleanning it with salt, so it will still feel new.
song performed by by Dashboard Confessional
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Murder In High-heels
Hey, with a sleight of hand and then a word of mouth
Shes a cat been caged too long and now shes breakin out
Well, get it straight, you better cross your heart
cause sparks are gonna fly, let me tell you what its all about
Better run for cover, babe, shes gonna make her move
You know she could, shes a get rich bitch
You better get her while the gettins good
Shes a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and shes real fine tuned
But shes murder in high-heels
She aint the girl next door worth waitin for
Well youre playin with the fire, a pool of sweats lyin on the floor
Shell bring you to your knees, and when youre laid to rest
Shes gonna give you something, shes gonna get it off her chest
(yeah yeah yeah)
Shes a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and shes real fine tuned - here she comes
Hes a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and shes real fine tuned
But shes murder in high heels
song performed by by Kiss
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Crabsody In Blue
Well they moved on down
And they crawled around
Walking sideways
Sideway walking
Give me the blues
And you start to scratch
When they start to hatch
Walking sideways
Sideway walking
Give me the blues
But when they start to bite
Then its time you set alight
For an appointment
Before you start to scream
Thats when you apply the cream
Blues ointment
Well the doctor said
We got to make our beds
Walking sideways
Sideway walking
Give me the blues
And when you start to scream
Thats when youll buy the cream
Blues ointment
And when they start to itch
You go out and you take a bitch
For an appointment
Well you rub it on
And you rub it in
Stops them walking
Sideway walking
Gives them the blues
song performed by by AC-DC
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An icon painter starts not with Jesus Christ but by finding earth and rubbing. Now what is earth, what are you rubbing in directing?
quote by Peter Brook
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Cant Run But
I cant run but
I can walk much faster than this
Cant run but
I cant run but
I can walk much faster than this
Cant run but
A cooling system
Burns out in the ukraine
Trees and umbrellas
Protect us from the new rain
Armies of engineers
To analyze the soil
The food we contemplate
The water that we boil
I cant run but
I can walk much faster than this
Cant run but
I cant run but
I can walk much faster than this
Cant run but
Oo-we oo-we
I had a dream about us
In the bottles and the bones of the night
I felt a pain in my shoulder blade
Like a pencil point? a love bite?
A couple was rubbing against us
Rubbing and doing that new dance
The man was wearing a jacket and jeans
The woman was laughing in advance
I cant run but
I can walk much faster than this
Cant run but
I cant run but
I can walk much faster than this
Cant run but
A winding river
Gets wound around a heart. pull it
Tighter and tighter
Until the muddy waters part
Down by the river bank
A blues band arrives
The music suffers
The music business thrives
I cant run but
I can walk much faster than this
Cant run but
I cant run but
I can walk much faster than this
Cant run but
Oo-we oo-we
song performed by by Paul Simon
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A Little Heavens Rubbing Off On Me
I used to like
Making love then
Getting up
And never having to explain
Ive always been free
I never could see me
Dragin no ball and chain
I like running around
And being tied down
Never was my cup of tea
But since Ive been holding an angel
A little heavens rubbing off on me
And Im beginning to like just sittin and holding hands
Looking into her eyes Im thinking about future plans
And then I get the feeling that the life that Id been leading aint all its cracked
Up to be
Since Ive been holding an angel
A little heavens rubbing off on me
I used like
To spend the night
Sittin on an old bar stool
Drinkin wine and killing time
With all over those other fools
But since you took my hand
I think I understand
It aint the way it outta be
Since Ive been holding an angel
A little heavens rubbing off on me
And Im beginning to like just sittin and holding hands
Looking into her eyes Im thinking about future plans
And then I get the feeling that the life that Id been leading aint all its cracked
Up to be
Since Ive been holding an angel
A little heavens rubbing off on me
Since Ive been holding an angel
A little heavens rubbing off on me
song performed by by George Strait
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Flesh Wound
We flew over miles of ocean--be prepared.
I don't have the faintest notion who'll be there.
You underestimated; nobody sympathized.
I think you'll soon feel better once we get inside.
I see the door is open -- Why don't we walk right in?
Let's put our party hats on and let the fun begin!
We should have called and said that we were on our way;
Who would have ever guessed that you'd be so unreachable?
Just another flesh wound--another thorn in my side
Just another flesh wound--another wonder-cure that you tried
Just another flesh wound--another scratch on your hide
Just another flesh wound--another irritation you abide
You know the rumour's going that he was synthesized.
And if we had to dress, I wouldn't be surprised.
I say -- you're so outrageous -- you'll go to number one!
They'll have us both arrested for having too much fun.
Just another flesh wound--another scratch on your hide.
Just another flesh wound--another thorn in your side.
Just another flesh wound--another bruise on your pride.
Just another flesh wound--another paranoia that you hide.
And when she held her nose, she took an underdose.
It was nice to see her completely comatose.
You go first, you're completely debonair;
Let's go dutch -- it's only fair.
Just another flesh wound--another thorn in your side.
Just another flesh wound--a minor injury you dignified.
Just another flesh wound--another unsuccessful suicide.
Just another flesh wound--another curse that you ride.
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Healing
keep on rubbing the drops
of time
in your wound
to completely heal yourself
massage slowly
the bruises of your sadness
with its fingers
until they
disappear
just like
your face
slowly dissolving
in the canvass of
the wind
the phisophers are
right
the hands of
time
are the true
healers
of our
wounded
hearts
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Givin A Little Bit More
Theres a gentleness to everything you do
And its rubbing off on me I feel it too
Ive been waiting but my loneliness I get
When you call me on the phone
And Im feeling so alone
When you ask me to come over
Baby you know I will
I could never stay on my own
Givin it all I got to give
Ive never done that before
Im always givin a little more
When Im with you
Givin it all I got to give
Ive never done that before
Im always givin a little more
When Im with you
Im always givin a little more
When Im with you
Givin it all I got to give
Ive never done that before
Im always givin a little more
When Im with you
Givin it all I got to give
Ive never done that before
Im always givin a little more
song performed by by ABBA
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Tast malt
Salt is
more in food
Asalt the food...
Salt is
Low in food
Tung out...!
Salt is salt
Tasty malt...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Wrinkling
Give me not your style today:
the visceral truth, liberated
from painkillers.
Spying singles out the flesh
after the resentment of torture
to do more wrong;
going away in yesterday
puts the life in apocalyptic shade,
the orange condoles for dark
when I lie still on flames
of sandalwood, setting the sun
bleed in blue eyes
of lonely sea. I am again
sleepwalking on salt lake ready
to draw the boundary of reasons,
the second-hand stitch for the eternal wound.
poem by Satish Verma
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Wound
a wound will always
be a wound.
a scar may come
to say you are healed
but soon it will
remember the wound.
perhaps you have not
loved enough
to learn from those
whose hearts
are broken, they
say: forgive and forget.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let it go
Let it go
Let it go…gently
For gentle was love
Let go of that love
That does not return to you
It’s a leaf broken off a tree
There is no ointment that can heal that wound
Weep to peace.
Gently let it go with a sigh
Wishing for relief that comes with it
To come soon.
Let it go
It may needs to be some where else
To some one else it may belong
Let it go…
Love is nothing but the happiness of the beloved
It’s not a bird to be caged,
Not a thing to be possessed.
Gently whisper it luck and let it go like a sigh
Wishing for relief to come soon.
Shakil Haider
poem by Shakil Haider
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Ode to Salt
This salt
in the salt cellar
I once saw in the salt mines.
I know
you won't
believe me
but
it sings
salt sings, the skin
of the salt mines
sings
with a mouth smothered
by the earth.
I shivered in those
solitudes
when I heard
the voice
of
the salt
in the desert.
Near Antofagasta
the nitrous
pampa
resounds:
a
broken
v oice,
a mournful
song.
In its caves
the salt moans, mountain
of buried light,
translucent cathedral,
crystal of the sea, oblivion
of the waves.
And then on every table
in the world,
salt,
we see your piquant
powder
sprinkling
vital light
upon
our food.
Preserver
of the ancient
holds of ships,
discoverer
on
the high seas,
earliest
sailor
of the unknown, shifting
byways of the foam.
Dust of the sea, in you
the tongue receives a kiss
from ocean night:
taste imparts to every seasoned
dish your ocean essence;
the smallest,
miniature
wave from the saltcellar
reveals to us
more than domestic whiteness;
in it, we taste finitude.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Tell A Lie
Tell a lie against a liar
As it will put him on the pyre
And add to it some good butter
This will make him a good food of the fire.
Thousand lies can not make a truth
But the truth can die a gruesome death
So I must have to tell a lie to save the truth
Lies are like salt and pepper to the wound
And lies can bread fast without any ground
The inflicted wound of the truth getting sour
And the life of the truth becomes too bitter
So it is better to tell a lie against a lie
Though I know it will not make a truth but makes the lie die
The lie can not go scot-free and be allowed freely to multiply.
So the liar must be checkmated by a lie and stunned his growth
As it will strangulate him and he will be out of breath to death.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The Unfriendly Woman Next House
i met a woman
at the cottage by the beach
with a daughter
who by her acts love being
unfriendly
i must have misunderstood her
right to privacy
i understand it now
for like me she must have been nurturing
a wound
rubbing it with the balm of grief's silence
leaving it to the cares of time
believing that no word from another can heal it
no concern can cure it
that what hurts should better be left to the care
of themselves
automatically healing without
anyone's unnecessary intervention
when we meet i look the other way
as a sign of respect for her chosen indifference
perhaps it works for her
so many times over and over again
perhaps that is the same reason
why she is in this place
isolated but never ostracized
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Salt
Early this morning
his mother asked his father
for some money
to buy salt.
But,
his father refused
and hit his mother
who did so much talking.
The boy
went out the house
and headed
to the market.
There,
he begged the salt vendors
for a little salt
but the vendors only told him,
'go home boy, and get some money! '
Now the boy
is running
with a bag of salt in his arms
and the people are screaming
THIEF! THIEF! THIEF!
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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