The dog that licks ashes is not to be trusted with flour.
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A cat that licks the spit is not to be trusted with roast meat.
If I Trusted You as I Should
IF I TRUSTED YOU AS I SHOULD
If I trusted You as I should,
I would not worry as I do
I would not fear as I do
I would not grieve as I do.
If I trusted You as I should
I would simply know
That somehow
Ultimately
All will be Alright and Good.
If I trusted You as I should.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Infidelity
When a man just cant be trusted
And again hes gone and lost it
Your call has been registered
Itll be returned when I get back home
Ive been out loving all night long
I cant help it, that love it makes me strong
When a man just cant be trusted
And again hes gone and lost it
Ask me all the questions you need
I dont tell lies, my conscience dont bleed
Youll get all the time I can give
As long as you respect my freedom to live
When a man just cant be trusted
And again hes gone and lost it
I just cant be trusted
A kick in the ribs for the arrival late at night
So late in the evening you could see the morning light
When youre sat up alone and you wonder where Ive been
You can pick up my belongings and tell me where I can take them
When a man just cant be trusted
And again hes gone and lost it
I just cant be trusted
Infidelity
song performed by by Simply Red
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Soul Dies
Sky overcast, moon was sad.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
Who killed the bird in morning rain?
Ashes were sent to the lake.
A hidden slaughterman did not die.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
The good old name now spells the doom.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
I will call you in pitch-dark night.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
Ascending gods have ruined my life.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
A child was stolen from a mother’s bed.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
poem by Satish Verma
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Wanted, Trusted And Loved
I sleep well.
When under your spell.
And feeling peaceful.
Knowing we both wish to keep,
Peace...
Inside where it dwells.
I sleep well.
When under your spell.
And made to feel...
Wanted, trusted and loved.
I sleep well,
Wanted.
I sleep well,
Trusted.
I sleep well,
Wanted, trusted and loved.
I sleep well,
Wanted, trusted and loved.
I sleep well,
Wanted.
I sleep well,
Trusted.
I sleep well,
Wanted, trusted and loved.
I sleep well,
Wanted, trusted and loved.
I sleep well,
Wanted.
I sleep well,
Trusted.
I sleep well,
Wanted, trusted and loved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That-a Be Tops Of Cool
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
As deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
And as deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or as deeply as you wish me to.
But from you like no other,
I just know it'd be cool.
And deeper if you wanted it that way too!
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or as deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
And as deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or as deeply as you wish me to.
But from you like no other,
I know it'd be cool.
And deeper if you wanted it that way too!
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
As deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
And as deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or as deeply as you wish me to.
But from you like no other,
I know it'd be cool.
And deeper if you wanted it that way too!
Deeper if you wanted it that way too.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or,
Deeper if you wanted it that way too.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or,
Deeper if you wanted it that way too.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or,
Deeper if you wanted it that way too.
Giving in a little bit.
Now that-a be cool.
Sharing in the benefits.
Now that-a be cool.
And stop being adamant.
Now that-a be cool.
That-a be cool.
That that that-a be cool.
That-a be tops of cool.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ashes
it took ashes...
for me to draw
a picture of your living
in black and white...
yet containing all
the colors of your being...
it took ashes...
for me to lay down
all my wants and desires,
and the fear of losing you...
it took ashes...
for me to quit pretending
that this kingdom
is invincible...
and this island will remain...
it took ashes...
for me to taste
death's lips and
still surrender to
each naked tick of living...
it took ashes...
for me to be
honest with myself...
to let go of the reins,
and stand free
on the shore of tomorrow!
it took ashes...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I thought what I was good at doing was playing real simple guitar licks, since I'd cut my teeth on what Duane Eddy was doing; licks that were simple but had staying power.
quote by John Fogerty
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Ashes
(lonnie wilson/chris waters/charlotte wilson)
Ashes
Hes nothing but ashes
No feelings have lasted
No love remains
Ashes
Thats all that our past is
Hes nothing but ashes
From a cold old flame
I saw your face when
He waltzed in here
But those old embers
Havent burned for years
The light thats shining
In my eyes
Is for the one that
Im with tonight
Ashes
Hes nothing but ashes
No feelings have lasted
No love remains
Ashes
Thats all that our past is
Hes nothing but ashes
From a cold old flame
No I dont blame you
For having some doubts
But when he left me
That fire burned out
So dont be thinking
Theres still a spark
cause he could never
Tear us apart
Ashes
Hes nothing but ashes
No feelings have lasted
No love remains
Ashes
Thats all that our past is
Hes nothing but ashes
From a cold old flame
Hes nothing but ashes
From a cold old flame
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song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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An Exhortation About A Dog
i
the dog that licks my
feet
every morning after
i wake up
does not appeal to my
senses anymore
ii
the dog that licks my feet every morning after i wake up does not appeal to my senses anymore
iii
the dog
that
licks my
feet
every
morning
after
i wake
up
does
not
appeal to
my
senses
anymore
iv
but i must
allow it
still
because it is the law
between
the dog and me
and this
dogged
society
v
and so the dog still
licks my feet
every morning
and at night
i do not ponder about it
anymore
i do not ask
i have no questions
for asking
vi
the dog sleeps with me
at night
in my bed
and spreads her legs like
a spoiled
prostitute
and she is confident
that i cannot kill her
because that is the
law between us
and dogs
vii
and society keeps guard
on this
and if i continue
having this dog's tongue lick
all over my body
and feed her well
and make her a part of my
life
till death do us part
then society
shall have a thousand hands
clapping
for my obedience
and fidelity
viii
my honest neighbor
(who does not want to be mentioned here says
that actually)
she's one kind of a typical
bitch
(and i will neither confirm nor deny
it, but please do not tell
anyone about it)
that is the law.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The mystery and the misery of a phoenix
We saw a beautiful bird flew from a stream;
Just a moment ago she was drenched in ashes,
Because she was formed from ashes and wind-
Ashes that resulted from the sacrifice of her parent.
Her aged mother fed up with life, set herself ablaze;
After several years in planet earth she'll have to go;
She needed a companion but nature denied her one;
She could only have one after she's turned to ashes.
poem by Olawale Ogunrinola
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Fear
The host, he says that all is well
And the fire-wood glow is bright;
The food has a warm and tempting smell,-
But on the window licks the night.
Pile on the logs... Give me your hands,
Friends! No,- it is not fright...
But hold me... somewhere I heard demands...
And on the window licks the night.
poem by Harold Hart Crane
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Mortality
Ashes to ashes, dust unto dust,
What of his loving, what of his lust?
What of his passion, what of his pain?
What of his poverty, what of his pride?
Earth, the great mother, has called him again:
Deeply he sleeps, the world's verdict defied.
Shall he be tried again? Shall he go free?
Who shall the court convene? Where shall it be?
No answer on the land, none from the sea.
Only we know that as he did, we must:
You with your theories, you with your trust,--
Ashes to ashes, dust unto dust!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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From The Ashes
From The Ashes
Realities of the nightmare
freedom threatened by corruption
smoke rising from the ashes
two towers total destruction
fight for freedom
From The Ashes
fight for freedom
From The Ashes
join together and fihgt the tyrany
a world united as one
feel the wrath of the phoenix
nowhere to hide nowhere to run
rising from the ashes a world united as one
on September 11th the Phoenix was awoken
poem by Aaron Morris
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Sometimes it is said that man cannot be trusted with the governing of himself. Can he, then, be trusted with the government of others? Or have we found angels in the forms of kings to govern him? Let history answer this question.
Thomas Jefferson in First Inaugural Address
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Whoever has trusted a woman has trusted deceivers.
A highly valuable chain of thoughts
HAD cigarettes no ashes,
And roses ne'er a thorn,
No man would be a funker
Of whin, or burn, or bunker.
There were no need for mashies,
The turf would ne'er be torn,
Had cigarettes no ashes,
And roses ne'er a thorn.
Had cigarettes no ashes,
And roses ne'er a thorn,
The big trout would not ever
Escape into the river.
No gut the salmon smashes
Would leave us all forlorn,
Had cigarettes no ashes,
And roses ne'er a thorn.
But 'tis an unideal
Sad world in which we're born,
And things will 'go contrairy'
With Martin and with Mary:
And every day the real
Comes bleakly in with morn,
And cigarettes have ashes,
And every rose a thorn.
poem by Andrew Lang
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What Is The Meaning Of Trust
the word trust left my vocabulary a long time ago
it no longer exist to me from what i been through
from the time my sister betrayed me by sleeping with my husband
i trusted her
or the time my cousin stole my neckless which was given to me by
my late grandmother
i trusted her
and that time my mother went into my purse and stole 1,000 dollars of money i owned
i trusted her
'trust me ' he say
'trust me ' she say
'trust us' they all say
ashame i can't trust no one these days
poem by Elena Winters
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I've Never Trusted Before
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
As deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
And as deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or as deeply as you wish me to.
But from you like no other,
I just know it'd be cool.
And deeper if you wanted it that way too!
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or as deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
And as deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or as deeply as you wish me to.
But from you like no other,
I know it'd be cool.
And deeper if you wanted it that way too!
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
As deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
And as deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or as deeply as you wish me to.
But from you like no other,
I know it'd be cool.
And deeper if you wanted it that way too!
Deeper if you wanted it that way too.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or,
Deeper if you wanted it that way too.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or,
Deeper if you wanted it that way too.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or,
Deeper if you wanted it that way too.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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