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Love Is Blindness (live)
Love is blindness
I don't wanna see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me?
Oh my heart
Love is blindness
In a parked car
In a crowded street
You see your love
Made complete
Thread is ripping
The knot is slipping
Love is blindness
Love is clockworks
And cold steel
Fingers too numb to feel
Squeeze the handle
Blow out the candle
Love is blindness
Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me?
Oh my love
Blindness
A little death
Without mourning
No call
And no warning
Baby, a dangerous idea
That almost makes sense
Love is drowning
In a deep well
All the secrets
And no one to tell
Take the money
Honey
Blindness
Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me?
Oh my love
Blindness
song performed by by U2
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Wife is driven to wall.[India]
A woman as a wife is pathetic.
She starts her career as a sleeping partner,
Then as a yielding partner, a competing partner,
A demanding partner and a losing partner.
No time was she a choosing partner.
She winds up as a deceived partner
And a sexually deceased partner.
In days to some, she will turn
to decry wifehood and defy manhood.
27.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Werewolf Love
One bite can change it all
A lone howl
A serious partner
A loving partner
A funny partner
Human yet not
Wolf yet not
She follows her love where he may go
But never does she bite him
Never once does she force him
To accept a fate that she was forced to do
She love's him too much to collar him
Even the day she sees him with another woman
She does nothing, Says nothing
He doesnt know of her sweet love for him
Her moonlit promise of passion
She's just a friend who's always there
Woman of the night
Woman all alone
Woman in love
In love alone
Lone wolf
Sad singer
A werewolf's love
Can mean ever so much more
-Janelle Morehart-
poem by Janelle Morehart
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Lives On Within Your Memory
Love at some point
graces everyone’s life,
whether it is a partner
or a beloved pet,
but whenever the partner or the pet dies
the love you shared doesn’t die as well,
but lives on within your memory
until you too pass away.
22 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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I said Don’t Tell Me
Don’t tell me of a world of masterful politicians
Don’t tell me of a world of embattled coalitions
Don’t tell me of a world of the spin doctors slurs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Don’t tell me of a world of the dominance in hate
Don’t tell me of a world in riches for who last ate
Don’t tell me of a world of trades in bloodied furs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Do tell me of a world where a heart seeks allures
Do tell me of a world for when tranquillity conquers
Do tell me of a world empowered as rebellion stirs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Don’t tell me of a world of violent augmentation
Don’t tell me of a world in servitude of aggression
Don’t tell me of a world of pennies before the cures
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Don’t tell me of a world of the lost and the listless
Don’t tell me of a world of a dying disciple so lifeless
Don’t tell me of a world infested by human aggressors
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Do tell me of a world that the politician fought for freedom
Do tell me of a world where we dropp the food not the bomb
Do tell me of a world when making love new life occurs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Do tell me of a world for grain that fed the thousand starving
Do tell me of a world when a day broke in a child’s laughing
Do tell me of a world where I can drink from purest streams
I can start to perceive though to only make sense in dreams
poem by Vision Ghost
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Commitment Phobia
Figure is enough for a day partner.
Behaviors count for a part-time partner.
Only for a life-time partner do need
Faith, status, tolerance and commitment.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Partner Of Convenience
Sometimes people take on
a partner of convenience.
At first, they bluff themselves
it is because of love,
when the truth is much harder to take.
They find themselves abandoned,
something left on the shelf.
Therefore, they take on a partner
to show themselves that they are still wanted.
As the years proceed on by
things begin to show at the seams.
The things that once brought them close
are beginning to fade fast,
but still they can’t confess
to their partner the truth
for fear of ever hurting them.
4 December 2008
poem by David Harris
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The partner of my partner is not my partner.
Anne
I want to love you better and even to your bones,
I want to kiss you deeper and even to your heart,
For you are the right partner for me;
And my sweet muse will be around to lead you on always.
My love fits you and your size fits me too,
For you are the right partner for me;
And our sex life will be as smooth as paradise! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Not to be bitter
Bend the partner
Or bend to the partner
Or leave the partner
To stop being bitter.
16.02.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Perfect Partner
The perfect partner
By: marshall chapman
1982
When I sang marshalls song, I thought of summer nights at
The beach long ago doing the shag to the drifters records
And wanting desperately to fall in love. I still like to shag to
The drifters.
Look over here theres a girl
Ive never seen her before
Her eyes are lookin straight at you
Across the crowded dance floor
Ooh ooh shes smilin
What a beautiful sight
Oh I got a funny feelin
Shes gonna dance with you tonight
Chorus:
She could be the perfect partner
She can take it in her stride
She wont try to lead or follow
Perfect partner by your side
Ooh you got to take a chance
You got to let somebody move you
It can happen at a dance
If theres a rhythm you can groove to
Ooh here she comes yall
Shes comin straight to me
Shes gonna ask me if I want to dance
Ill just have to wait and see
Chorus:
She could be the perfect partner
She can take it in her stride
She wont have to lead or follow
Perfect partner by my side
The worse thing that can happen is
She steps on your toes
But til you take that first step with her
How will you know, know, know
Chorus:
That she could be the perfect partner
She can take it in her stride
She wont have to lead or follow
Perfect partner by my side
Chorus:
She could be the perfect partner (she could be the perfect partner)
She can take it in her stride (she can take it in her stride)
She wont have to lead or follow (she wont have to lead or follow)
Perfect partner by my side
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
- notes:
Background vocals: timothy b. schmit, harry stinson
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Love
We say
Love is
Beyond the
Body…
It is all very
Metaphysical
Spiritual…
Psychologic al
Philosophical.
Love is beyond
The physical…
So as long as
You dream,
Fantasise,
Eulogise…
Other men
And women,
It's ok with
Your partner
Who doesn't
Mind you
Watching
Pornography
And ogling at
Naked women.
But the moment
You share your
Body with some
Other, you are
Accused of
Infidelity…
Love flows
Out of the window.
Why so?
Wasn't love
Meant to be
Beyond the body,
And not merely
Possessing
Physically…
So why is
Love tolerant
Of all forbidden
Dreams, when
You are not
Faithful to your
Partner in your
Mind, heart and
Soul - and yet
Your partner
Sees it ok to
Accept you.
But that body
Of yours
Makes barriers
In a jiffy and
You end up
Facing his
Wrath.
Love
Turns to
Hurt and hatred
Just because you
Gave away,
Yourself -
Physically...
So, is love all
Glib-talk?
Or does it really
Go beyond the
Confines of
Our possessiveness
Of the body…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The World is Full of Kindness
The World is full of kindness—
And not the poor alone;
We Christians in our blindness
Bow down to hearts of stone;
The clever, bitter cynic,
Whose poisoned “soul” is dead,
And, like the rotten clinic,
Raves, helpless, on his bed.
The world is full of kindness—
But not the White alone;
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone;
But all men are his brothers,
In spite of all the “Powers,”
And the things he does for others
Shew whiter souls than ours.
The world is full of kindness—
But not the Lean alone;
The Fat man in his blindness
Bows down, and not to stone;
But when a friend’s in trouble,
And an honest friend at that,
Then I’d turn to the Fat man
In spite of all his fat.
The world is full of kindness
If it is let alone,
And men’s hearts in their blindness
Are neither ice nor stone.
In spite of all pretences,
We get it from Above;
In spite of all defences—
Red blood, kind hearts, and love.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Waiting So Long
Did you get all you want?
Did you see the whole show?
So wheres all the fun
That we used to know?
As the memories fade
Way out of view
Id love those old days
To come back to you
Ive been waiting so long
Im not feeling so strong
Did you say what you mean?
Did you mean what you say?
About this new scene
Is it really that way?
But the blindness goes on
You say its not so
But what do you know?
Ive been waiting so long
Im not feeling so strong
Aint nothing new, its just the same old thing
You got me singing those old blues again
Angry music, words of fire
Painted faces filled with rage
Even then they sound so tired
I must be set in my old ways
If this world is unimpressive
Its been that way for quite awhile
I dont need no heavy message
Just turn me on and make me smile
Yes Ive been waiting such a long time
Just for something to ring true
Now Id rather taste the old wine
Than mess around with something new
And the blindness goes on
The blindness goes on
song performed by by Supertramp
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There is no blindness but the blindness of the heart.
Descent Into Grey (Life Poem)
It could be the end of the world as you know it,
When change is a crisis that decolours your life,
If you choose in your blindness to only see grey.
You know nothing has changed, and it's just
Your perspective that turns day into night, but
It could be the end of the world as you know it.
It's hard to see good when the news is so bad,
With everyone nervous about what is to come,
If you choose in your blindness to only see grey.
Go back to a place when colours were bright,
Unless you can see that things are not really grey,
It could be the end of the world as you know it.
Try recolouring your life with Instagram intensity,
And switch back and forth to see it's your choice,
If you choose in your blindness to only see grey.
Repainting your world with your Instagram mind,
A perspective that is more balanced than true, or
It could be the end of the world as you know it,
If you choose in your blindness to only see grey.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Love In The Light
Words:deborah d. smith
Music: michael w. smith
Darkness thick and heavy,
Black and steady screaming darkness
Anyone who hates his brother,
Who plans evil for another
Walks in darkness
Sonlight, warm and shining,
Purifying, welcome sonlight
Everyone who loves completely
With a heart that opens freely
Walks in sonlight
Chorus:
Let us love in the light
For love is from god
If we love what is right
We show whose we are
In a world of the dying
Were living our parts
If we love in the light
With all of our hearts
Blindness, terrifying, left for dying, spirit blindness
Anyone who thirsts for evil plots
His very own upheaval
Lost in blindness
New sight, truth unending, faith unbending, new sight
Everyone who seeks the father leaves the world
And all its bother
Sees with new sight
Chorus
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Soul Partner
Where are you my soul partner?
I've never heard from you for some time now,
And i still remember the last time our naked bodies met.
It is all about your muse and my name,
it is all about your love and my care,
And to work on the vineyards and the fields of love!
But the shackles will be rembered always.
At last, you are only eight day old away;
And of your love between the two walls!
With the fallen grapes being kept aside for you.
You are my world and my words of peace,
Oh my soul partner, where are you? ! !
For i am now sitting here on a horse without a name,
Waiting till the day that we will meet again;
Because you are all that i need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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jose Feliciano, españa verde
In fact blindness speaks
Unmouth words
They come in shades of light
Specks
Trickles
Unmouth words
Now they come
From your eyes
Closed eyes
From a blindness of so much love
Unmouth your words
Let the words come
As shades of light in a dark soul
Speck of light
Trickles
Of
Feelings
Like pearls
Of teardrops
From a blindness of so much
Unmouth
It is your eyes speaking
Closed
With soft hands
Reaching
The touch
Of my heart in pain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ball Of Kerrymuir
Four-and-twenty virgins come down from Inverness,
And when the Ball was over, there were four-and-twenty less,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all..
There was doin' in the parlor, there was doin' on the stones,
But ya couldn't a hear the music for the wheezin' and the groans,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
The undertaker, he was there, all wrapped up in a shroud,
Swingin' from the chandelier, and peein' on the crowd,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
The village cripple, he was there, ah he could not do much,
So he lined the ladies against the wall, and he did 'em with his crutch,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
Miss Mary McPherson was standin' way up front,
Some posies in her hand, and a carrot in her(unintelligible mumble),
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
The Village postman, he was there, but the poor man had the pox,
He could not do the lassies, so he did the letter box,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
The Village Magician, he was there, he gave us all a laugh,
He pulled his foreskin over his head, and he vanished up his ass,
Singin' balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.
song performed by by Jim Croce
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