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Let's not get too precious about it: actors are not heart surgeons or brain surgeons. We are just entertaining people.
quote by Malcolm McDowell
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sonnet L: As in Some Countries
As in some countries far remote from hence
The wretched creature destined to die,
Having the judgement due to his offence,
By surgeons begg'd, their art on him to try,
Which, on the living, work without remorse,
First make incision on each mastering vein,
Then staunch the bleeding, then trasnpierce the corse,
And with their balms recure the wounds again,
Then poison and with physic him restore;
Not that they fear the hopeless man to kill,
But their experience to increase the more;
Ev'n so my mistress works upon my ill,
By curing me and killing me each hour,
Only to show her beauty's sovereign power.
poem by Michael Drayton
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Peace in War?
So you sharpen your knives
You also oil your guns
What is that grenade for?
I see, you have a jungle jacket,
How smart?
Tell me, would you heal the wounds?
The wounds,
That gape and stare at you,
The wounds that wouldn't let
A nap over your eyes.
Wounds that would hollow your heart,
Dripping bloody soiled hands
That would make your seeds
Sprout with fright to the wound?
Tell me,
Was it for peace?
Now agape. Why?
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Foul play
Foul play not good
Foul players destroy themselves.
Foul play means play with injustice
Foul play means neglect justice.
Foul play I do not like
Foul play I do not like.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Tender Situation
[studio version appears on "pure guava"]
Wrote this song called "tender situation",
And it somehow just put everything back together
State this ache as the final break
Tender situation - create a good illusion
Feel the grip of your salvation
This is indeed a tender situation
Make a move man, state your case
Taste the waste man, taste the waste
What is your place in my glorification
This is indeed a tender situation
Get off the pot man, shake and bake
Taste the waste boy, taste the waste
Pump it up or stray from that old station
This is indeed a tender situation
Tender situation, tender situation, tender situation
[repeat all]
song performed by by Ween
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Tender Situation
[studio version appears on "pure guava"]
Wrote this song called "tender situation",
And it somehow just put everything back together
State this ache as the final break
Tender situation - create a good illusion
Feel the grip of your salvation
This is indeed a tender situation
Make a move man, state your case
Taste the waste man, taste the waste
What is your place in my glorification
This is indeed a tender situation
Get off the pot man, shake and bake
Taste the waste boy, taste the waste
Pump it up or stray from that old station
This is indeed a tender situation
Tender situation, tender situation, tender situation
[repeat all]
song performed by by Ween
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Tender Is The Night
Between the darkness on the street
And the houses filling up with light
Between the stillness in my heart
And the roar of the approaching night
Somebodys calling after somebody
Somebody turns the corner out of sight
Looking for somebody
Somewhere in the night
Tender is the night
When you hold your baby tight
Tender are the motions, tender is the night
Between a life that we expected
And the way its always been
I cant walk back in again
After the way we fight
When just outside there are people laughing
Living lives we used to lead
Chasing down the love they need
Somewhere in the night
Tender is the night
And the benediction of the neon light
Tender are the hunters, tender is the night
Youre gonna want me tonight
When youre ready to surrender
Forget about whos right
When youre ready to remember
Its another world at night
When youre ready to be tender
Tender, tender tender...
And in the hard light of an angry sun
No one remembers what was said or done
Tender are the words they choose
You win, I win, we lose
Tender
Tender is the night
Tender
The benediction of the neon light
Tender
Tender are the hunters
Tender is the night
When they hold each other tight
Tender
Tender are the undercover
Tender
The stranger and the secret lover
Tender
Tender are the motions
Tender is the night
When you hold your baby tight
Tender, tender tender...
song performed by by Jackson Browne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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(Forgiveness Poem) A Promise That Mistakes Will Be Made
But of those mistakes, how many were never mended?
Of those emotionally scarred by words so foul.
How many are talking to you now?
How many are still your friend?
Through thick thin a promise from within meant to keep,
even with wounds so deep.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Hide Me In Your Wounds
Hide Me In Your Wounds
By your wounds, I am healed
Healed in running away from internal strife
In giving up when there is still something to give
Your precious wounds gave me the love
When I wanted to give love
And the beauty and receiving grace instead of misfortune
By your wounds, I am healed
I am a survivor, a winner
I sing a new song in my heart
I witness the breaking of a new dawn each day
By your wounds I am healed
I believe that any storms in my life shall pass
And live my life one day at a time
By your wounds, I am yours
To teach, to guide, to revive and to forgive
I have forgiven myself, as I have forgiven others who caused me pain
Thank you Jesus..for those wounds
And hide me forever…
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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I Saw A Lovely Encounter
I saw a lovely encounter
A small boy stands with his Father
Like my son once did
His face red from crying
Like mine would once do
His tender heart is tender
Like my son’s once was
A tenderness that opens wounds to my own regret of not winning his heart
Things that creep, wanting to attach to me, are always near
Even in all this my son will say to me:
“I love you more than anyone of earth, you know this”
Telling him his son is handsome, well behaved – he invited me to help him stay that way
I have sorrow more permanent that tattoos
that my son’s father was not this way
poem by Dicky Cantrell
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Controller
Theres someone knockin on my door
Theres someone knockin on my door
I think theyre looking for me
I think theyre looking for me
Pretend there aint nobody home
Dont make a sound, dont even move
Dont give them nothing to see
I think theyre looking for me
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
Theres someone crawling in my yard
Theres someone creeping on my roof
Theres someone tapping my phone
I feel it deep in my bones
They want to probe my intuition
They want to find out what I know
Why dont they leave me alone
Why dont they leave me alone
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
Might be the catcher
Or the controller
Cant be too careful
I take precautions
Theyre very clever
I got to run
Faceless surgeons armed with razors
Cut out our imagination
(repeat first verse)
(repeat chorus)
Faceless surgeons armed with razors
Cut out our imagination
Its a strange thing
Deadly reason
Razors cut with such precision
Probing deep without detection
Razors never lie
But its all right
I think theyre looking for me
I think theyre looking for me
I think theyre looking for me
I think theyre looking for meeeeeeeeeee
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In These Poems That We Write
these are the wounds of the heart
let your fingers pierce that part
blood drips from a wounded heart
pain gleaming against the light
time has not healed the wounds
you can hear the screaming sounds
these are the wounds of my heart
we are not many miles apart
we share the wounds of the heart
in these poems that we draft
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Trailing Voices
A million cried
Help! Help! Help!
Another million yelled
Foul! Foul! Foul!
Before an unfeeling
Sovereign! In vain! !
And a billion populace
That raised the reign
Remained maimed!
Letting quietly its body
To be eater away
By its own organelle! ! !
poem by Sathya Narayana
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For at least another hundred years we must pretend to ourselves and to every one that fair is foul and foul is fair; for foul is useful and fair is not. Avarice and usury and precaution must be our gods for a little longer still.
quote by John Maynard Keynes
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Tender Only To One
Tender only to one
Tender and true
The petals swing
To my fingering
Is it you, or you, or you?
Tender only to one
I do not know his name
And the friends who fall
To the petals’ call
May think my love to blame.
Tender only to one
This petal holds a clue
The face it shows
But too well knows
Who I am tender to.
Tender only to one,
Last petal’s latest breath
Cries out aloud
From the icy shroud
His name, his name is Death.
poem by Stevie Smith
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Foul Mouths Shouting
This magic we hold...
Comes from deep 'withinside' of us.
The moment our hearts began to beat...
That magic of life,
Began
To sweep us up in its wonder....to keep,
In wonder.
And so ungrateful we become,
Soon after that's done.
With a so too often shown...
Disrespect to be allowed.
And foul mouths shouting...
In someone's house.
And so ungrateful we become,
And soon after that's done.
Foul mouths shouting...
In someone's house
To cuss it!
For what it is,
And what it is not!
Soiled from the beginning.
And spoiled to aggrevate and annoy!
A lot!
Until there is conflict.
And it does come.
And so ungrateful we become,
And soon after that's done.
Foul mouths shouting...
In someone's house
And we re-act the way we've been taught,
To defend ourselves.
From those 'bad guys'.
With their differences...
Few make attempts to hide.
Foul mouths shouting...
In someone's house rise.
And we spy on 'them'...
To undercover their weak spots!
Making it easier to do them in.
To cuss it!
For what it is,
And what it is not!
Soiled from the beginning.
And spoiled to aggrevate and annoy!
A lot.
Until there is conflict.
And it does start!
And so ungrateful we become,
And soon after that's done.
Foul mouths shouting...
In someone's house
To cuss it!
For what it is,
And what it is not!
Soiled from the beginning.
And spoiled to aggrevate and annoy!
A lot.
Until there is conflict.
And it comes to start again!
Foul mouths shouting...
To cuss it!
For what it is.
Foul mouths shouting...
To cuss it!
For what it is.
Foul mouths shouting...
To cuss it!
For what it is.
To cuss it!
For what it is.
To cuss it!
For what it is.
Cuss it!
For what it is.
To Cuss it!
For what it is.
Cuss it!
Cuss it!
Cuss it!
Cuss it!
Cuss it!
For what it is.
To Cuss it!
For what it is.
Cuss it!
For what it is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Salt In Our Wounds
Here we are
In the maelstrom of love
Waiting for the calm
To soothe our hearts
Here we are
And dont know how to stop
Waiting for the war
To end it all
Love is insane and baby
We are too
Its our hearts little grave
And the salt in our wounds
Love is insane and baby
We are too
Its our hearts little grave
And the salt in our wounds
Here we are
Right back where we began
Waiting for sweet love
With open arms
Here we are
Just like before
Waiting for the warmth
Of that tender storm
Love is insane and baby
We are too
Its our hearts little grave
And the salt in our wounds
song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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Sin (II)
O that I could a sin once see!
We paint the devil foul, yet he
Hath some good in him, all agree.
Sin is flat opposite to th' Almighty, seeing
It wants the good of virtue, and of being.
But God more care of us hath had:
If apparitions make us sad,
By sight of sin we should grow mad.
Yet as in sleep we see foul death, and live:
So devils are our sins in perspective.
poem by George Herbert
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Salt In Our Wounds
here we are
In the maelstrom of love
Waiting for the calm
To soothe our hearts
Here we are
And don't know how to stop
Waiting for the war
To end it all
Love is insane and baby
We are too
It's our hearts little grave
And the salt in our wounds
Love is insane and baby
We are too
It's our hearts little grave
And the salt in our wounds
Here we are
Right back where we began
Waiting for sweet love
With open arms
Here we are
Just like before
Waiting for the warmth
Of that tender storm
Love is insane and baby
We are too
It's our hearts little grave
And the salt in our wounds
song performed by by H.I.M.
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Tender Heart
How tender the heart is when
you love the way it is
How tender the heart is when
you reached out with a gentle kiss
How tender the heart is when
you think you'd found the one
you always want to be with
How tender the heart is when
you're willing to forgive whatever
mistakes they've done
How tender the heart is when
yo find you're alone in love
that's just the way it is.
How tender the heart is when
you're willing to sacrifice
your all with the one you love....
How tender heart really is....
poem by Hannah Baquiran
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