I don't necessarily write everything as automatically assuming it will be collected, there's nothing that says Hitman will be collected, though it might be.
quote by Garth Ennis
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My hitman
I ask the receptionist where the hitman is.
She tells me hes been awaiting my arrival
hes just down the corridoor, the third door on the left
One, two, three. Its the only one with a red cross.
I enter to see him.
The hit man waiting at a computer.
Are you the hitman?
I ask when I already know.
Sir. I need a hitman, are you my hitman?
Yes?
No I dont need a hit.
Man, I just need you to hit a man.
I heard youve hit before, too many times to count?
Will you hit a man Mr hitman?
Yes Its a man. It is a man.
Hes just... hes being protected by a woman.
A woman I love.
poem by Daniel McCann
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The Hitman
Im the hitman
Stand aside
Im the hitman
I want your life
Aint no escaping
Dont run and hide
There goes the neighbourhood
Im gonna kill for your love
Hitman
Now dont you cry
Im just it man
And you might get fried
Gun in my pocket
Dont get me wrong
Ill be your hitman - a fool for your love
Im the head shredder -
Thats better -
Baby baby baby
Im a hitman - hitman - hitman
Yeah - trouble in the east, troubled in the west
Struggle with the beast - what a thief, what a pest
Come back mother / nuke that sucker
Yeah - yeah - yeah
Im the hitman - thats the way to do it
Im your prize
But this hitman -
Can cut you down to size
Love me (baby)
Dont be so cool
Love me love me baby
Ive been to the hitman school
Yeah - yeah
Youre gonna make my day
Gonna blow you away
Now the fun begins
Hitman
Are you ready for the sting
Gonna waste that thing
Hitman is king
song performed by by Queen
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Collected In My Kingdom
No harm is going to come,
To anyone...
If they are connected.
If they are connected.
If they are connected.
No harm will be done,
To anyone...
If they are connected.
No harm,
If connected!
To anyone.
And,
If they are connected.
My Father,
Said to me...
If they are connected,
I will love them...
Collected,
In My Heart.
Collected,
In My Soul.
Collected...
In My Kingdom!
If they are connected.
I will love them...
Collected,
In My Heart.
Collected,
In My Soul.
Collected...
In My Kingdom!
If they are connected.
If they are connected.
If they are connected.
If they are connected.
If they are connected.
No harm will be done,
To anyone...
If they are connected.
And,
If they are connected.
My Father,
Said to me...
If they are connected,
I will love them...
Collected,
In My Heart.
Collected,
In My Soul.
Collected...
In My Kingdom
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seven Side On
a universal history of iniquity
plays prose writings and poems
collected poems
collected poems
kindling
globalhead
welcome to the monkey house
poem by Michael Emine
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Threads
The threads are collected, my art is this,
For the beating of our brain.
I hastily chase the boxes of string
To finally attach these threads,
They are harming my head,
But the problems are getting solved.
The hassle is enormous and banned by most,
But my stringing is the one solution.
They are normally quiet, sounds are collected,
But the threading is managed by me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I need some kind of emotional stake in it to write my lyrics, assuming that place. It might just be an emotion I understand but am not currently experiencing necessarily.
quote by John Mayer
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Nothing Gets Collected But Dust On Rust
If you wait too long,
Something will go wrong in your lifetime.
Hesitate,
Believing this eliminates it...
But nothing gets collected but dust,
On rust.
If you wait,
Too long...
Something will go wrong,
In your lifetime.
Hesitate,
Since you wanna and you're gonna.
But nothing gets collected but dust,
On rust.
You put up all your screens on your dreams.
Distrusting they would go or be taken away.
You put up all your reasons to demean!
Believing this would keep your dreams from being seen.
If you wait too long,
Something will go wrong in your lifetime.
Hesitate,
Believing this eliminates it...
But nothing gets collected but dust,
On rust.
If you wait,
Too long...
Something will go wrong,
In your lifetime.
Hesitate,
Since you wanna and you're gonna.
But nothing gets collected but dust,
On rust.
You put up all your screens on your dreams.
Distrusting they would go or be taken away.
You put up all your reasons to demean!
Believing this would keep your dreams from being seen.
If you wait,
Too long...
Something will go wrong,
In your lifetime.
Hesitate,
Since you wanna and you're gonna.
But nothing gets collected but dust,
On rust.
Nothing gets collected but dust,
On rust.
Nothing gets collected but dust,
On rust.
Nothing gets collected but dust,
On rust!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 42
Who has renounced appetites for the sake of approbation by men has fallen from licit into illicit appetites.
A devotee who sits in a corner not for God’s sake
Is helpless. What can he see in a dark mirror?
Little by little becomes much and drop by drop will be a torrent; that is to say, he who has no power gathers small stones that he may at the proper opportunity annihilate the pride of his foe.
Drop upon drop collected will make a river.
Rivers upon rivers collected will make a sea.
Little and little together will become much.
The granary is but grain upon grain.
It can get a little costly if you try and leave it until then to write songs. But you're writing all the time. You're collecting songs. I've had songs that have been collected over a two-year period for my next record.
quote by Keith Urban
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Poltergeist
Jutting in the brain is mayhem, collapse and breakdown
Of remembered material, of past offences you doubt.
Policies are rare and stupid on the issues of concern,
Ones to do with diabolical agony, demonic cadavers
And other horrific incidents we do not name.
The body collected dust and bacteria, it was a victim of murder,
And what collected became nothing, it was just awful!
Decaying corpses shall never enter Hell when ghosts sign on,
The poltergeist works in wonderfully anarchic customs -
Tearing and terrifying, searing with heat, lifting its presence
With care, and demolishing eyes of the beholder.
It defies your life, sucks the blood of your inner arteries and veins,
And eventually you die in the guilty state.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Nothing Remains to Sustain An Intensity Given
The cresting that comes and wanes...
Does not fade within a heart,
That has felt the gift of Sun!
It remains and not falters...
To sparkle bright and reflect,
Upon those who witnessed...
And accepted a change that has occured.
Nothing remains to sustain an intensity given.
It is an experience to be collected.
Shared and remembered for what it is.
Not to be held to define one's greatness.
Attempting to achieve a stability that keeps evolving...
Results in defeat and overwhelming conflict!
Nothing remains to sustain an intensity given.
It is an experience to be collected.
Shared and remembered for what it is.
And passed on.
But some with greed would like to perceive,
With beliefs worshipped and symbolized!
That this giving done is of their own creation!
And they can not let it go.
Like a leaf refusing to fall from the tree of its life.
Remembering what it was.
And not accepting this process that moves on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aint Necessarily So
(slow)
It aint necessarily so
No, it aint necessarily so
These things that youre liable,
To read in the bible.
No it aint necessarily so
(jammin)
You bet that you cant be wrong.
No place where you dont belong.
Theres nothin you dont know.
But it aint necessarily so
To you theres never no doubt.
Its either in or its out.
You sure put up quite a show.
But it aint necessarily so
I said hold, let your bad self go.
Hold on, caus you already know.
Its never maybe or might.
To you its black or its white.
If I say yes you say no.
But it anns necessarily so
Hold on, let your bad self go.
Hold on, cause you already know.
You think that you cant be wrong.
No place where you dont belong.
Theres nothing you dont know.
But it aint necessarily so
Aint necessarily so
Aint necessarily so
No no no no
No it aint necessarily so
No no no no
No no no no
No no no no
No it aint necessarily so.
No no no no
No it aint necessarily so.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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At Times I Have
At times I have happy ideas,
Ideas suddenly happy, in among ideas
And the words in which they naturally shake free...
After writing, I read...
What made me write that?
Where have I been to find that?
Where did that come to me from? It is better than me...
Shall we have been, in the world, at the most, pen and ink
With which somebody writes properly what we here jot?...
poem by Fernando Pessoa from The Collected Poems of Álvaro de Campos (1934)
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Kinsey himself collected absolutely everything.
quote by Bill Condon
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Little grain have I collected from a mass of chaff.
Anatomy is destiny.
Sigmund Freud in Collected Writings (1924)
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There was a time - and I used to get made fun of a lot - that all I collected was soundtracks.
quote by Jason Marsden
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'A collected poems' is either a gravestone or a testimonial to survival.