One hand full of money is stronger than two hands full of truth.
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Everyone's Gone To The Moon
Everyone's Gone To the Moon
by Pee Wee King, Chilton Price and Redd Stewart
sung in the special "Art or Bust"
Streets full of people all alone.
Rows full of houses never home.
Church full of singing but it's out of tune.
Everyone's gone to the moon.
Eyes full of sorrow never wet.
Hands full of money all in debt.
Sun disappears in the middle of June.
Everyone's gone to the moon.
Long time ago life had begun
and everyone went to the sun.
Hearts full of motors painted green.
Mouths full of chocolate-covered dreams.
Mobs that can only lift a spoon.
Everyone's gone to the moon.
Everyone's gone to the moon.
Everyone's gone to the moon.
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Full Of Life Questions
life is full of unexpected,
life is full of challenges,
life is full of bitterness,
life is full of strife,
life is full of contentious disputes,
life is full of revenge,
life is full of hatred,
life is full of mystery,
sometimes.....
life is full of sweetness,
life is full of joy,
life is full of happiness,
life is full of hope,
life is full of dreams,
you can have all this life when the soul is in body, and you will be able to feel everything because this is real life to creatures who call the''human''
Have you thought to life after death? ? ? ?
Hands of Fathers and Sons
Full from the heart without a sealant of coy,
Five little fingers curled to daddy's thumb,
To his lips in render of his unmeasured joy,
A kiss of truth that only father could add up.
Full of strength without defiance of charm,
Now bigger fingers grapple to daddy's arm,
To his balding head tap by surprising defeat,
Sense of truth that son to father's no threat.
Full of love but without resistance of shame,
Two open hands locked to weakening frame,
That was once so gentle and fragile to hold,
The etymon of truth, future is now foretold.
That long before he's the son; he's the father,
With same name to carry, write, and spell,
Either left or right, these hands will not falter,
Their strength to give and care is their will.
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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I Don't Play For Money
I don't play for money, just not enough
I don't play for money, but I do for love
Show some emotion, take a chance with me
A pair and a bluff, ain't such bad company
Fortune favors the brave
So stack my deck full of hearts
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love
Too many aces, up so many sleeves
Eight chips and a chair, that's all I need
Counting the numbers, then let luck play its part
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love
With your house full of diamonds, you're so sharp and so proud
I'll raise the steaks higher, you're with the best in town
Fortune favors the brave
So stack my deck full of hearts
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love
Break
Your river of diamonds, is a river of dreams
it turns into nothing, without love in between
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I walk right up and take my chance
Look Lady luck face up and place my bet
i bluff and hold and play my hand
in the only game i love to win
Fortune favors the brave
I've stack the deck full of hearts
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, just not enough
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love
I don't play for money, but I do for love
Copyright Colin Coplin 2006 / 2010
poem by Colin Coplin
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Whose Country Is This?
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of snakes;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of many waters;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of thieves! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of oil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of earthquakes!
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of lovers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of volcanoes!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful flowers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hansome men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of roses;
Whose country is this?
it is a land ruled only by men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land without rainfall;
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by a woman;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of corruption!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pirates! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by law;
Whose country is this?
It is a land controlled by rebels!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ice;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of the sins of Sodom and Gomorrah!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of singers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of troubles;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of war! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land with the biggest cemetery in the wolrd!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of desert;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of trees;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant teenagers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of timber;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hatred;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of love;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of care;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of peace;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of smokers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of businesses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of harlots;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of wise people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of idiots!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of gold;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of cocoa;
Whose country is this?
It is a alnd full of crabs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of evil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of rainfalls;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ants;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of horses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pigs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of statues;
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of birds;
And so on, and so forth!
Because nature had made them so as we see them around us,
But the wise and fool live together on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A lawyer needs three bags: one full of papers, one full of money, and one full of patience.
In this dispensation
In this dispensation
My message to the future generation
In this dispensation
Life is full of lies and atrocities
Neither the sword nor the gun
Can save you under the sun
Don't be deceived by appearance
Don't be deceived by materials
Knowing the difference between
Good and evil is the key
That which unlocks
The doors of eternity
In this dispensation
Life is full of illusion
It is full of superstition
Know that not all gritters are gold
The truth is difficult to say
But be bold
Life is full of oppression
But only the truth brings satisfaction
So learn the truth
In this dispensation
poem by Matt Ancient
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Hystrion mute dressed in metaphors
transferred the silences
raft across the rivers
kept rowing with bare hands
downfall water foam
upstream strong strokes
in vessel stolen hearts
lotus like ripples
tears full of cheeks
hands full of slaps
lips full of hope
took it all over
over and over again
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Gimme Some Truth
I'm sick and tired of hearing things,
from uptight, short sighted, narrow minded hypocrits,
all I want is the truth,
just gimme some truth,
I've had enough of reading things,
by nuerotic, psychotic, pig headed politicians,
all I want is the truth,
just give us the truth,
No short haired, yellow bellied, son of tricky Dicky is
gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of hope,
money for dope,
money for rope.
I'm sick to death of seeing things,
by tight lipped, condescending, mommies little chauvinistics,
all I want is the truth,
just gimme some truth,
I've had enough of watching scenes,
of schitzophrenic, egocentric, paranoia primadonnas,
all I want is the truth,
just give us the truth,
No short haired, yellow bellied, son of tricky Dicky is
gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocket full of hope,
money for rope,
money for dope,
No short haired, yellow bellied, son of George-Porgey is
gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocket full of hope,
it's money for rope,
no blood for rope,
I'm sick and tired of hearing things,
from uptight, short sighted, narrow minded hypocrits,
all I want is the truth,
just gimme some truth,
I've had enough of reading things,
by nuerotic, psychotic, homophobic hypocrits,
all I want is the truth,
just give us the truth,
all we want is the truth,
just give us the truth,
we can handle the truth,
just give us some truth,
share with us the truth,
we'll give you our truth.
Eddie solo from Penn State University.
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Bombarded!
Our town
Full of laughter
Full of joy
Full of happiness
Full of life, it was.
In a flash of seconds,
Our town
Full of cries
Full of misery
Full of sympathy
And as silent as glass, now.
No one to be seen walkin'
No houses or trees standin'
Except the miraculous, little church
Standing tall, proud and lonely.
poem by Arsiema Berhane
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Are we serving others for a living?
If I want to drink,
I can hold,
two hands full.
If I want to eat,
I can fill,
one mouth full.
If I want to breathe,
I can fill,
two lungs full.
If I want to fill,
I can fill,
One stomach full.
We are filling up something,
all our life without thinking,
filling is not a simple process:
fulfilling the needs of others,
may make us the true human being,
as our hands for repetitive doing,
our minds for constant caring,
our hearts for intense loving and
our existence for simple serving.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Martian Landscape
* come from the land where
The wheat is still wheat
Where the waters in the rivers is still water
In this land every man lends
A hand when you need it
But your hands are full of life
So you can help yourself and feel it
Its been a long way from the red of my home
From the valleys
And the green plains never ending
Everyone knows that the sun in his land is stronger
And your hands are full of life
If you can only wait just longer
** so let it be a small haven big in your heart
Dont let it turn into a nova
Tryin to climb and climb
Try and forget this place where
I can still find time
To sing in rhyme
.*** martian landscape,
Ill learn to lie in your arms
Where all the freedom is mine and it comes
Martian landscape,
Ill turn my face to your sun
Where your horizon is mine and it comes
* repeat
** repeat
*** repeat
Martian landscape
Martian landscape
song performed by by Ufo
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Give me your hand..
Give me your hand.
Male the right hand,
and the female the left.
You all have three lines,
which are major,
the rest are minor.
You have strong head line,
you have long life line and
a deep heart line.
Give me your hand,
Let me predict your future.
At first, about your family.
When your head is free of fear,
you may live long with few or no kids.
When your head is full of fear,
your longevity dwindle, but have many kids.
Now about your nation,
When your head is full of intelligence,
you nation will prosper with your tax money.
When your head is full of ignorance,
you will prosper evading the tax to the nation.
Give me your hand,
Let me predict your love life.
Please, do not run away.
Give me your hand..
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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How To Make Money
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money;
tell me sweet love
you tell me
how to make money
how to make an easy billion
the world’s full of it
in cyberspace
and in shopping malls;
the world’s full of money schemes
in our real world
and where we buy a drink
or get more fries
it’s full on
about how to make money,
baby;
how to make money
make money, pal
they say
doing nothing;
I’ve got an auto system
and all you need is internet
and all you’ve got to do
is sit back and let the dollars roll
into your bank account
so tell me
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money
come in to this meeting
another group says
and we’ll show you how
show you how easy it is
how easy it is to make money:
it’s auto, auto, auto, fully automated
and the money keeps coming;
the money rolls
rolls in, rolls in, rolls in
tell me
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money
it’s all so easy
because we want
you to enjoy the life
we’ve earned;
we’ve made our money
and we want you to share
in the happiness;
it’s all so easy, dear friends –
we’ll guide you each step of the way;
we’ll show you how to make the money
so they’ll tell us
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money:
the only thing is
what they mean is
how to make money for them, babe,
how to make money for them
with a simple transfer of money
transfer of money, transfer of money
transfer of money from the foolish
transfer of money from the foolish to the deceitful;
wealth is, dear darling,
wealth is the transfer of money
from the foolish to the cunning
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money;
tell me sweet love
you tell me
how to make money
how to make an easy billion
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Full Moon
Havent you noticed a kind of madness in my eyes?
Its only me, dear, in my midnight disguise.
Pay no attention if I crawl across the room.
Its just another full moon.
Dont be afraid of me when Im walking in my sleep.
Dont get alarmed, dear, when I start to crawl and creep.
Try not to listen when I mumble like a loon.
Its just another full moon.
Its just another full moon.
You see before you a truly broken man.
cause when it gets to midnight, I dont know who I am.
Full moons a-callin, and its put a curse on me,
And it will never set me free.
The full moons still up there,
Like a great white balloon.
The owls are a-callin,
And theyre singin my tune.
The night keeps a-callin.
I wish the day would come soon,
To get away from another full moon.
Here comes another full moon.
If your hands start shakin
When night starts to fall,
If youre scared of the moonlight
And the shadows on the wall,
If the face in the mirror
Isnt you at all,
Its just another full moon.
Its just another full moon.
La la la la la la.
La la la la la la.
La la la la la la.
La la la la la la.
Its just another full moon.
song performed by by Kinks
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Life for Lord
Lord,
You bring the world to me,
The world full of knowledge,
The world full of greatness,
The world full of winner,
The world full of miracle,
The world full of shit,
The world full of Satan,
The world full of faggot,
and maggot
I worshipped you,
I wish to steal your heart,
I wish to have you,
I wish to be you,
I wish to like you,
So nobody will hurt me,
and kill me,
I am one,
I am you,
No,
I am me,
I am still me,
From beginning until the end..
poem by Nur Jawahir Mat Jan
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Somebody Now
I gotta hand full of money and I got it in the worse way
I an't Tripping money coming like Birthdays
They see me stunting and these haters wanna kill may
getinng money ain't a thang dude i'm okay
girls tryna get me leaving naked pictures on myspace
while I hit'em they say cum on my face.
poem by Triston Jackson
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Annunciation
Humility this day is
that she has passed all thought
in stillness; beyond waiting
rests her being.
Then like a lightning flash
without light, without sound;
micromoment of all presence that ever is,
in which she knows all that there is to know
beyond all thinking it; humility
and glory then the same.
Now no need for questioning:
she nor others; disbelievers; enemies;
herself, all that concerns her, now known fully;
she, now full of truth.
Later words may come;
as though there might be two in her humility;
she, now full of unity;
she lives the perfect prayer:
perfect come from perfect;
and when her time and time itself is ripe,
perfect shall be taken from that perfect;
and perfect will remain with her;
she, now full of god, of good;
who dares or dares not call her blest
save she herself; hands folded into lap,
head a little bowed, eyes down;
she now full of god, of good?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Money Money Money
Money Money Money
You're just a a thing in itself
But why is it your controlling me
Bit by bit you consume my sanity...
Your not a king but it seems like
Your everywhere...
Money Money Money
You turn myself full of greed......
I know that your a need
But then I'm not contended..
I have more of you
but seems like its not enough.....
Money Money Money
You were just created by man
But then man spare life just for you...
Crime and addiction emerged because of you...
Rich man had enough of you...
But then there the one who had the urge to kill
Just a thing... a money?
How it seems...
Money Money Money
Are you the one who rule our lives
Without you we intend to die?
What made you so important...?
Worship you not even God
Replacing love as our life..
But money as a thing
That can ruin our life!
poem by Mary Joy Lumanog
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In the spirit of Rumi - 77 - Fullness
When I arose from prayer this morning
and the dew had made the whole world new,
I was full of fullness;
full of observation as
an angel, as a bee; and yet
no need to observe anything,
save that which called to me;
full of rest, which rests behind
all the day’s activities;
full of alertness, as an eagle
glides on the warming morning air
and watches for what wills;
the mind as clear as morning sky
waiting for what will pass across it;
full of a goodness which awaits
to know what might be asked of it;
full of truth, which waits for a question
to be asked, the heart to move,
eager ears to listen;
full of a beauty beyond all words,
yet to be praised in words;
full of poetry, which awaits
to be spoken when the moment
calls for words.
When I arose from prayer this morning
the Lord’s mercy had made the whole world new.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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