Anyone who composes and conducts at the same time is immediately suspect, because he must be faking one or the other.
quote by Esa-Pekka Salonen
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He that composes himself is wiser than he that composes a book.
quote by Benjamin Franklin
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But then acting is all about faking. We're all very good at faking things that we have no competence with.
quote by John Cleese
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Suspicion minded men and women suffer in life
Suspicion minded men and women suffer in life,
Suspect is an incurable disease of mind,
There is no medicine for such patients to find,
It is the worst septic of mind to husband and wife,
Broad minded people always live a life of gay,
In any society or family suspect has no respect,
Many families have been divided by suspect,
Suspect brings in us impurity of mind day by day,
Suspected husband and wife doubt one another,
They will have no peace of mind time to time at all,
Husband must not doubt to his wife if she talks to other,
She too may not doubt if he talks with a girl in any hall,
The couple of good character will never bother,
Suspect divides the hearts and builds a hatred wall.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Showing A Growing Irritability
Faking interest.
With less than half-baked dedication,
Is still a 'wannabee' self indulging on pretense.
Hoping that an expression of devotion,
Nowhere to be shown...
Will produce without the sacrifice,
An experience unknown.
With a proven expertise unseen or exposed,
To the ones showing a growing irritability...
Around those wasting time faking,
And going through the motions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Driven Under
Do you think I'm faking
when I'm lying next to you?
Do you think that I am blind
nothing left for me to lose?
Must be something on your mind
something lost and left behind
Do you know I'm faking now?
Do you know I'm faking
when I'm lying next to you?
Do you know that I am blind to everything you ever do?
Must be something on your mind
something lost for me to find
Do you know I'm faking?
Then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she'd used it once before on him
Then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she'd used it once before
song performed by by Seether from Disclaimer
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Musical notes of life
The sun peeks through the horizon
In the wake of another day
As heart drums, breathe waves
Vibrations inside veins
Alert the soul;
Though and reason
Move notes of live within
Real self wrestled with the ideal
Arrange sounds of being in time
As inner peace champions the soul
Our life just plays on…
Like good music
Delight to the heart
Nice to the ears
Mind and soul struggle
To define time with vision
Dreams challenged with who we are
Conducts life musical bar
Yet, inharmonic each day unfolds
As hope give way to chaos
Unified or in disarray
The mind compose its play
Our actions write the lyric
Being in time make music
Music for life…
Performed to the audience
To the watching universe
To the world concert it shows
Composed in notes as each day goes
Existence in universe makes music
The sun rises every morning
Another day comes to be
It’s a new note musical key
Harmonized or in disarray
The mind composes its play
Musical notes of life…
poem by Fasika Ayalew
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Sometimes I Do Suspect
Sometimes I do suspect
that our love is much more
than chemical urges in the blood.
Sometimes I do suspect
that life goes on
up to a single event;
Sometimes I do suspect
that our love is much more…
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Suspect
I suspect...
You are the only one who knows,
What you are doing.
And I suspect,
You also choose the way you feel,
When this you do.
Whether that color is bright,
Sunny and yellow mellow.
Or royal blue to appear as you do,
In the dumps with clouds gray...
That appear to be near you to subdue.
I suspect...
Any cheerfulness you get,
Comes from your chasing of rainbows.
After your eyes have dropped rain...
From many tears you've wept.
With no bucket of gold,
At the end of those chased rainbows.
I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade...
With a showering done,
Of a negligence you wish to pour on me.
And this I will not accept,
To be in a darkened blackness on bended knees.
Not me!
You wont find me trying to please your disrespect.
I'm on the go and I am green.
Keeping my mind opened,
To experience refreshing beneficial scenes.
Romancing an agony?
You will not find yourself doing that here with me.
I suspect...
There is a controlling of me you wish to do.
In a closeness together...
I will not allow us to get.
Or you attempt to pursue.
And I suspect you have a selfishness.
Since only those things you wish to do...
Disregards what my wishes are with much disrespect.
Yes.
I've noticed that about you too.
And I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you quite upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade to redirect.
And I suspect,
You are afraid...
I don't need you to make my decisions.
And this you are correct.
I wont live a negativity...
As you do at your best.
I suspect...
You don't know me,
As well as you think you do.
I suspect you believed,
For you I'd be a fool.
Why should I want that kind of life with you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disconnections
No one will treat me anyway that they wish...
With beliefs I have become addicted,
To their nonsense overblown with foolishness shown.
And get away with it to petty my feelings of a relationship.
No!
I did not grow to flow in those directions.
I don't crave the feeding of those disconnections.
If I have not given reason,
For anyone to suspect I have been neglectful...
To then give them purpose to disrespect me?
Something in my mind erases their appearance in it.
Immediately!
With a moving forward that I do knowing time is precious.
And to leave behind the denseness of a mindlessness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shades of Gray
She’s smart, she reads
listens to Bach and Debussy
she’s beautiful
but she’s obscene
got a circle of friends
who care, can draw and blend
well with graphite
pencil
But no matter the circumstances
no matter the enhancements
her life makes
she lets herself be selfish
feel a little worthless
cause she knows one day she’ll end,
cause she knows nothing lasts forever
that’s aside the point
It is what it is, and it is
that she’s not what she seems
she seems to think of she in vain-seeming
ways, seen in the mirror
as ragged seams
made to look pretty, glittery,
faking it all in glory
(or maybe faking the faking,
being
fake times two, three, for attention?)
she’s seen but greedy
and needs more.
Maybe she’s in love
with depression,
self-infliction,
too confused to see the infection
gnawing at her without detection
just causing
her to make no sense at all
poem by Shelby Barker
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I suspect there have been a number of conspiracies that never were described or leaked out. But I suspect none of the magnitude and sweep of Watergate.
quote by Bob Woodward
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After Dark
There not anything I would not do to ease your troubled mind
Where you are , there is a different feeling
I wake up , Im on the ceilin , opens up your eyes
What a shape ! someone you cant forget for any time
Oh , let me show you mine , immediately
After dark where the lights start fading sweet and low
I wanna be there , I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark where the lights start fading sweet and low
I wanna be there , I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark
There is no limit that I would not go
If I could lie beside
Where you are , there is a different out there
Love in the jungle can be hard to realize
What a shape ! someone you cant forget for any time
Oh , let me show you mine immediately
After dark where the lights are fading sweet and low
I wanna be there , I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark where the lights are fading sweet and low
I wanna be there , I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark
(break)
There is not anything I would not do to ease your troubled mind
Where you are , there is a different feeling
I wake up , Im on the ceilin ,opens up your eyes
What a shape ! someone you cant forget for any time
Oh , let me show you mine immediately
After dark where the lights start fading sweet and low
I wanna be there , I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark where the lights start fading sweet and low
I wanna be there , I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark
(repeat last verse and fade out)
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Suspect My Tears
Do you remember how to say please?
Youve had your own way for such a long time
Your lash is sweet now, I dry your cheek
You think Im powerless when you weep
You may have something, I dont deny
You look too beautiful when you cry
If I seem unconcerned
Perhaps its time you learned
Ill cry until you suspect my tears
Ill cry until you suspect my tears
Youre not the only one who can turn it on
Where and when you need to
Do you remember how bad it felt?
Big eyes would fill up
That lip would tremble
You want to hurt me
Make me feel guilty
You always promise to lose control
I stole the trick that you used to play
Im tired of you having it your own way
With the power to persuade
Beginning to cascade
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Rosy-Thorned
An impostor sun rises
on separate pillows
between
the two lying in state
untouching.
Dawn stands up only to hesitate
in that morning light which darkens
immediately on a loveless bed.
The pillow mint is rock hard;
Wilted Roses have bled.
He speaks:
'You know
I have been
faking it.'
She says 'me too'.
It was not Sunrise.
It was a Rosy-Thorned beginning;
not light;
but a paler night;
not day;
but it was less dark;
not yet New Love
but no longer hardened hearts
feigning.
Not new flowers
but a tiny seed
promising first
only pale redemption
and later perhaps more.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Mankind
You'll be
Going out with radio
Going out with disco
Going out like rock and roll
I'll be
Going out with telephone
Going out alone
To the radar zone
It's all just inadvertant imitation
And I don't mean mine
It's all across this nation
If it's just inadvertant simulation
A pattern in all mankind
What's got the whole world faking?
I'll be playing with my magazine
Using up my Listerine
Like Ovaltine
And you'll be
Dipping in your battleship
For the latest tip
For the latest dream
It's all just inadvertant imitation
And I don't mean mine
It's all across this nation
If it's just inadvertant simulation
A pattern in all mankind
What's got the whole world faking?
If it's just inadvertant imitation
A pattern in all mankind
What's got the whole world faking? (6x)
song performed by by Pearl Jam from No Code
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Nothing I Am
Without her love I am nothing
Feelings are so lost without her
I am not faking my pain
I love her, only her
Even though she never talks to me again
Still, I will always keep on loving her
She is truly mine, even though she always keeps on refusing it
Mine, she is mine
Let me hold you, let me hug you and love you
Forever, I will keep you in my heart
Now, my perception of love is very clear
Without her I am nothing and am not faking it
Lost, without her
Nothing I am, without her.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Suspicion Is Contageous
Scene 1.
When I feel warm in the middle of the night,
I suspect that electricity is cut off as usual
When I bite a pebble while eating rice,
I suspect that it is adulterated as usual.
When I am denied a seat to the university,
I suspect that I am less eligible than others, as usual.
When I am left to fend on my own with family and friend's support,
I suspect that my country is as useless as I, as usual.
Scene 2.
When I come out with my sling bag and laptop,
I am suspicious of everyone who looks at me.
When I walk to the tube and sit there comfortably,
I close my eyes tightly to avoid the suspicious eyes.
When I enter the workplace and talk to my colleagues,
who are as suspicious as I, exchange the suspicious greetings.
Wherever I go, I see the people who are suspicious of others,
cameras to catch the suspicious looking characters,
unattended bags are removed within half an hour,
for the fear of suspicious people planting bombs,
in some other places literally no rubbish bins,
and I am allowed to throw wherever I like,
and people are watching me always as a suspect,
and that makes me to be suspicious of them too.
When I come out with my sling bag,
I am suspicious of everyone who looka at me.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Can We Give An Inch or Two
Can we give it more time,
To find...
It can be with us all worked out.
Can we give it more time,
To find...
It can be with us all worked out.
Can we give it more time,
To find...
It can be with us all worked out.
Can we...
Give an inch or two to make it stop.
All unnecessary stuff on our blocks.
Can we...
Make that difference and make it stick.
Can we...
Show more confidence and tolerance.
Can we...
Get off the fence and nurture common sense.
Can we...
Open the door at our expense.
If we don't...
It's never gonna git don'.
'Cause we wanna be bees but we ain't making honey!
Can we give it more time,
To find...
It can be with us all worked out.
Can we...
Make that difference and make it stick.
Can we...
Show more confidence and tolerance.
Can we...
Get off the fence and nurture common sense.
Can we...
Open the door at our expense.
If we don't...
It's never gonna git don'.
'Cause we wanna be bees but we ain't making honey!
And the money from the honey made by bees...
Is giving us the squeeze.
Can we...
Give an inch or two to make it stop.
Can we...
Stop unnecessary stuff on our blocks.
Can we...
Each other motivate without hate.
Can we...
Appreciate each other without debate.
Can we..
Arrive too early and not be late...
To witness the release,
From faking.
Can we...
Give an inch or two to make it stop,
From faking.
Can we...
Stop unnecessary stuff on our blocks,
From faking.
Can we...
Give an inch or two to make it stop.
Can we...
Stop unnecessary stuff on our blocks.
Can we...
Each other motivate without hate.
And faking.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once A Thief
So youve decided to set me free
Ive paid my debt to society
Fresh out of jail trying to make a new start
On the street with a bitter heart
But my past keeps on haunting me
There aint no chance for a man with my history
Once a thief
Always a suspect
Once a liar
Never be believed
Will they ever forget that
I was once a thief?
I was out in the cold
I was soaked to the skin
I needed a home
And your heart took me in
Then I heard all the lies
And I lost my belief
You threw away my hope
And you called me a thief
So youve decided to set me free
Im out of jail but youve still got the key
There was a time when I thought you respected me
But somehow you always suspected me
Once a thief
Always a suspect
Once a liar
Never be believed
Will they ever forget that
I was once a thief?
Instead of offering me charity,
You shouldve tried to put some faith in me
Instead of making me a better man,
You kept reminding me of what I am
Instead of offering me charity,
You shouldve tried to put some faith in me
How many years must a criminal pay?
Until hes old and his hair turns to gray
You smile at me
But I know underneath
Youre thinking
Once a thief always a suspect.
Once a thief
Always a suspect
Once a liar
Never be believed
Will they ever forget that
I was once a thief?
song performed by by Kinks
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If Only To Suspect
If only to suspect that, that hasn't been conquered yet.
With feeling discontent the words are mentioned.
Like the forgotten invention.
The art of prevention.
If only to suspect that, that hasn't been reached yet.
With a smiling face I'm going to another convention.
A man on a mission.
With thousands of people who are just not listening.
Can you hear me now?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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