The gnat trusting itself to the flame is singed.
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Howlin' At The Moon
Including:
a. Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat
b. Howling at the Moon
c. Man Overboard
d. Industry on Parade
e. Release the Beavers
f. Gnat Attack
This foolish game, oh it's still the same
The notes go dancin' off in the air
And don't you believe it's true, the music is all for you
It's really all we've got to share
Cause Rockin' and Rollin', it's only howlin' at the Moon.
It's only howlin' at the Moon.
song performed by by Kansas
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Magnum Opus
Instrumental:
a. Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat
b. Howling at the Moon
c. Man Overboard
d. Industry on Parade
e. Release the Beavers
f. Gnat Attack
This foolish game, oh it's still the same
The notes go dancin' off in the air
And don't you believe it's true, the music is all for you
It's really all we've got to share
Cause Rockin' and Rollin', it's only howlin' at the Moon.
It's only howlin' at the Moon
song performed by by Kansas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To You
to you
i come as a gnat
and your black tangled
hair
is always my favorite
niche
well, there is love
who can deny it
i was a gnat
but not that long
i hung like an elephant
tusk
a tail, a very long tail to
your dreams
your fantasies
of clumps of waterfalls
thuds of
feet-like creatures
on your thighs
there is this crunch
that we cannot forget
how can we? we always love
it somehow
like a trek on morning
on the mountain trail
to the top
comes the sun
busting between us.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It would have starved a Gnat
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It would have starved a Gnat—
To live so small as I—
And yet I was a living Child—
With Food's necessity
Upon me—like a Claw—
I could no more remove
Than I could coax a Leech away—
Or make a Dragon—move—
Not like the Gnat—had I—
The privilege to fly
And seek a Dinner for myself—
How mightier He—than I—
Nor like Himself—the Art
Upon the Window Pane
To gad my little Being out—
And not begin—again—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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When The Fox Dies, His Skin Counts
WE young people in the shade
Sat one sultry day;
Cupid came, and "Dies the Fox"
With us sought to play.
Each one of my friends then sat
By his mistress dear;
Cupid, blowing out the torch,
Said: "The taper's here!"
Then we quickly sent around
The expiring brand;
Each one put it hastily
ln his neighbour's hand.
Dorilis then gave it me,
With a scoffing jest;
Sudden into flame it broke,
By my fingers press'd.
And it singed my eyes and face,
Set my breast on fire;
Then above my head the blaze
Mounted ever higher.
Vain I sought to put it out;
Ever burned the flame;
Stead of dying, soon the Fox
Livelier still became.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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FREEDOM- [new edit]
once a Gnat came down from the top
to drink of what remained in the cup
kid for having fun, just blocked her way
and the Gnat saw her, future is gray
saw herself in trap, so she left the food
though the tasting of, food was pretty good
top a hand and left, and right and down glass
thirsty and madly, she remembered her last
flight, and hopefully was looking for a hole
that through it she, could again reach home
beat the cup wall so, many times with head
finally she knocked down, and then she bled...
food was so tasty, dear was life of her
but the FREEDOM, was what she wished there
poem by Mohamad Rasoul Mohamadi
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Angel
You are my best friend,
And I love you.
You were always there to love me.
When I didnt love myself,
You bring out the best in me,
And I thank you.
Thank you for my life thanx for your advice,
Your wisdom and your strength.
My earth angel,
Thank you Im so grateful,
For trusting me and loving me,
With your love unconditionally.
My earth angel,
Thank you Im so grateful,
For trusting me and loving me,
With your love unconditionally.
You are my messenger,
From heaven.
No matter how unhappy I become,
You always find a way to make me smile.
And I admire you,
For your pure heart.
Youre always giving all of you to,
Everyone around you and I pray we never part.
My earth angel,
Thank you Im so grateful,
For trusting me and loving me,
With your love unconditionally.
My earth angel,
Thank you Im so grateful,
For trusting me and loving me,
With your love unconditionally.
And if it wasnt for you,
And if I didnt know you,
And if you never reached me,
And if you didnt teach me,
I wouldnt be who I am right now,
I wouldnt give what I give right now,
I wouldnt think what I think right now.
Im thanking you Im thanking you
My earth angel,
Thank you Im so grateful,
For you trusting me and loving me,
With your love unconditionally.
My earth angel,
Thank you Im so grateful,
For you trusting me and loving me,
With your love unconditionally
song performed by by Kelly Rowland
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Trusting your intuition means tuning in as deeply as you can to the energy you feel, following that energy moment to moment, trusting that it will lead you where you want to go and bring you everything you desire.
quote by Shakti Gawain
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Looking For Tornadoes
some of us are born,
looking for tornadoes...
and spend our lives,
singed by lightning.
flying madly like moths
toward the flame that devours,
scarred by the beatings,
just living to feel...
loving the unspeakable,
touching the untouchable...
we smell like the disease,
while eating the cure.
driven by the need,
lost inside the wind.
but the flesh we eat
is none but our own!
set free by weeping,
we walk on the sea.
and roll away the stone,
knowing the tomb to be empty.
till with autumn eyes,
we bury the candle in a drawer.
have long conversations with spiders,
and sleep alone in the web.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Moth
he laid aside the monthly Moth Gazette
he knew he'd rolled his final cigarette
too set in his ways
to deny his only vice
he stretched his wings
slightly frayed and singed
for one last flight
to an old flame
'twould be just a spurt of fire in the night
as she sucked him in
he'd feel no pain
a correspondent had surmised
another from a butterfly
took a different slant on things
but the god of moths
there where a single light-bulb hangs in space
had called him in
so he shrugged
and spiralled out
kicked his heels
and then inhaled
a final puff of sin
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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Never Again To Use Their Stingers
One reluctant to sting,
May choose to do so...
With a stinging done to stun,
Those stung...
Never again to use their stingers,
Inappropriately.
Or...
Without just cause,
To initiate their provocation!
A sizzling butt is painful.
How do I know this?
'Geeesshhh, man!
Pull up your drawers.'
I'm lucky.
Not everyone is given a chance,
To go through a healing.
And a pinch of a burning felt,
May be the beginning...
Of an eternal flame,
That remains blazing.
It is best not to digest,
With interest...
What one hears,
From the lips of others!
Investigate first...
Before becoming caught up,
In the middle of a heat...
Without an escape to exit.
These experiences and more,
Cools quickly...
A hot head once singed,
But saved by the process...
Of patient observation and listening.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Face in the Window
I am a modest house, a house solely
notable for the fact I lived here once.
Its brass plaque depicts an oxygen eye
in which two pupils of hydrogen dance.
Downstairs is where I lit fires whose insights
with approach-velocity froze me, then
singed off into flame. This always happened when
I came close to a truth. Months passed. Years. Nights.
Shall I accommodate myself again,
a humble aquarium of lordly
thumbs, some fin de species? Of course each word
the blackout-moth mutters to my keyboard
shows the snowiest letter on this page is “I”—
must I now plumb its one remaining pane?
poem by Bill Knott
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On 18 you've got to drive it up a gnat's ass.
quote by Greg Norman
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Every little helps, said the sow, when she snapped at a gnat.
Neutrals are soused from above, and singed from below.
The great elephant of India cares not for a gnat.